The usual disclaimers: If you're under 18, you shouldn't be reading this.
The story contains some pretty extreme stuff: forced sex of dubious
consent, toilet slavery and worse.  You've been warned so if that's not
your sort of thing then please don't read it.  Obviously the story is a
fiction, so be warned that the scenes described are unsafe and will lead to
disease if done in the real world.  This stuff remains in the world of my
fantasy only. i always enjoy hearing from fellow kinksters on submissiveworm@protonmail.com

   Monday - 12:30

   I am awoken from my slumber by Mistress Lacey, jerking awake as I am
wrenched out of sleep.  Despite the deprivations that I suffered the
previous evening, my sleep was immediate and deep, thanks to exhaustion. 
Weird dreams had plagued my mind but they evaporated as I awoke.

   "Out, out, out!" she calls, opening the cage, and I crawl out.

   She puts a bowl full of dog food on the floor and tells me turn around
before removing the butt plug and the condoms from my asshole.  The condoms
have leaked their contents slowly through the night and appear to be
largely empty.

   Goddess Fire enters the dungeon room too.  She looks stunning; easily
one of the hottest girls that I have ever laid eyes on.  She is so easily
superior to me in every way.  All I can do is look upon her and worship her
beauty, her sexual dominance and power.

   "Eat, slut!" demands Mistress Lacey, whapping my ass with her riding
crop.  I crawl over to the bowl, eager to eat even dog food.  Other than
cum, piss and cigarette ash, I haven't eaten anything since the previous
days breakfast.

   My stomach lurches when I see what Mistress has left for me.  The dog
food is there, as expected, but it's been garnished with even more
unpleasantness: cigarette butts and clipped toe nails coat the jellied
mess. They have managed to find another cumload from somewhere and that
serves as a salad dressing.
Goddess Fire sees the expression of disgust on my face and whacks me
three times with her cane.  I must be building up immunity because I flinch

but don't scream.  "What you say, slave?" she demands.

   "Thank you, Mistress."

   I crawl to the bowl and hold my head over it, working up the courage to
take a bite.  I close my eyes and move in, taking a lump of the foul mess
into my mouth.  Grimacing, I chew, chomping on the wet meat and feeling toe
nails crunch within my teeth.  It's infinitely horrid.

   I swallow the lump of food and pause, breathing deeply to stop my
stomach from rejecting the gruel.  After a moment's pause I repeat and
consume another morsel.  The food is difficult to swallow, which forces me
to chew on it properly.  A cigarette ends up in the mouthful this time,
it's texture and taste equally nasty.  Again, I pause, fighting to keep the
food down after I swallow.

   For a third time I move towards the bowl.  "Too slow," says Goddess
Fire, and I feel the weight of her boot slam into the back of the head,
driving my face fully into the dog meat.  She pins me there, suffocating me
in the mess.  The other Lady slashes at my ass and thighs again with her
crop.  "Eat it!" shouts Goddess Fire.

   I open my mouth and start chewing, unable to breath, meat and jelly
going up into my nose, cigarette butts and toe-clippings pressing into my
cheeks.  I eat wildly for what seems like five minutes and then the
pressure is released.  I rise up, coughing and spluttering, and Mistress
Lacey immediately whacks my ass again.  "EAT!" I'm ordered.

   Desperately I go back down and take another mouthful, chewing as quickly
as I can, attempting to ignore the awful taste of the breakfast that I'm
being fed.  It's truly disgusting but as soon as I pause Goddess Fire is
pressing my head in to the bowl again with her boot.  I moan in abject
humiliation, obeying these women and eating the disgusting food because I
am their slave and they are forcing me to their will.

   Finally the greasy meat and the cigarette butts and the toenail
clippings are finished, lying heavily in my stomach.  Goddess Fire makes me
lick the juices from the bowl and then gifts me a few minutes of relief. 
"Good slave," she purrs.

   I kneel back, panting and breathing heavily.  Dog meat juice and God
knows what else covers my chin but that barely matters; cumstains coat my
entire body and mats my hair and I already stink of piss and just about
every other bodily fluid under the sun.  I truly am as disgusting as the
meal I just ate.  The Mistresses have seen to it.

   They don't give me too much time.  Goddess Fire kicks me hard in the
ribs.  "Over there," she says, "lie down."

   I try to dodge another kick but fail, and am knocked into the middle of
the floor.  I lie down on my front, the tile cool against my hairless
chest. "On your back, bitch boy."

   I roll over.

   Mistress Lacey towers over me, her small, cute face looking at me
quizzically.  "You like trampling, slave?"

   "Uh, I don't know, Mistress Lacey."

   Goddess Fire cracks her whip down on my thigh.  "Wrong answer."

   "Yes, Mistress Lacey," I scramble for the words, "of course I enjoy
trampling."

   "Good!"

   She lifts her boot up so that I can admire the four inch stiletto heels
that adorn the rear of her footwear.  They look needle-sharp.  "Lie still,
slave."

   She stands on my belly, reaching out to her friend for support.  The
heels dig in painfully, depressing my stomach.  I groan and wince in pain.
She shuffles sideways, twisting her heel and then steps to chest.  I'm
looking directly up at her, can see that she isn't wearing panties under
her leather dress; a glimpse of Heaven.  I groan again.

   "You say I'm fat?" she screams at me.

   "No, no, Mistress!"

   "Then why you cry?"

   "I-I-" she twists her heel again, grinding it into my nipple, "can't
help it, Mistress Lacey."

   "Bad slave calls me fat," she comments to the other Mistress.

   "Disobedient faggot," Goddess Fire agrees.

   "Lick my heel, slave," says Mistress Lacey.  She raises one foot and
places the heel into my mouth.  Her shifting weight places even more
pressure on the other foot and my moaning grows larger.  Her heel fails
dangerously sharp in my mouth and I suck on it gently, knowing that I don't
dare cause her to trip now.

   She retracts the heel, smiling at me, and then turns.  She steps further
down my torso, placing both feet into my abdomen again.  Then she stamps.
It isn't hard but it's surprising and I cry out loud and twists, which
causes her to stumble.  Goddess Fire breaks her fall.

   "Naughty slave!" shouts Mistress Lacey.  "Make me fall."

   "I'm so so so sorry, Mistress Lacey," I plead.  "I didn't mean it.  You
caught me by surprise is all.  I'd never make you fall deliberately." My
anguish and apologies fall on deaf ears.  Goddess Fire walks between my
legs and kicks me roughly in the balls.

   "Oh-oohhhhh!" I moan and reach for my tender testicles.

   "Don't you dare," the gorgeous Mistress warns, spotting my hands as they
move.  She kicks me again and I manage to remain still.

   Mistress Lacey strokes my locked cock with the tip of her boot.  I'm
flaccid, since the trampling has done nothing to arouse me.  She flicks it
so that it lie back against my belly and then digs her heel in.

   I feel it squashing my cock, squashing it flat, but grit my teeth and
manage not to cry out.  This seems to please her because she smiles and
when she kicks me in the balls it is much softer than when her partner did
it.

   "Roll over, maggot." I do as I'm told, lying spread-eagled on the floor,
facing the ground.

   Mistress Lacey stands on my buttocks.  She does a little dance on me,
grinding her heels over my cheeks, causing daggers of needle-like pain with
each step.  I grimace and grunt but manage to bear it silently.  She walks
up my back in tiny steps, careful not to put too much pressure on delicate
spots like my kidneys.  There she pauses.  I can sense her bending up and
down, flexing her knees, as the pressure on my body shifts.  "A nice
massage, yes, slave?" she asks.

   "Yes, Mistress.  Thank you Mistress.

   Monday - 13:00

   I'm back in the same cuff-and-collar chain set that I was shackled in on
Saturday morning.  The metal feels harsh around my neck and the chains to
the wrist cuffs only let me move my hands a foot or so away from my face.

   I'm kneeling.  The chastity cage has been replaced with something else
and I don't like the look of it.  The contraption looks a little bit like a
cock cage but it doesn't cover the whole penis.  Instead three metallic
bands loop around the length of my dick, the last one lying snugly behind
my glans.  A mesh made from extremely fine wire, looking like a metallic
net, covers my balls.  Slender wires run along the penis-loops, through the
sack, under my crotch and into a metallic butt-plug that was rammed up my
ass.  My body shudders in memory of the shocker that was used when Mistress
Jade forced me to suck on Princess Candi's cock.

   I'm left kneeling after Goddess Fire finishes installing the device.

   Madame Om and Mistress Jade enter the dungeon.  All the ladies are in
Dominatrix attire: thigh-length leather boots, fishnet stockings, leather
skirts or panties and matching bras or tops.  The four of them stare down
at me.

   "We're going to enjoy this, slave," says Mistress Jade, with a sneer. 
"You might not, but we will.  This is when Goddess Fire really gets into
her groove." She stands behind me, resting her crop against my thigh.

   "Remember what you promise me, slave?" says Goddess Fire.  She is
standing directly in front of me.  She twirls the urethral sound in her
fingers.  I hope that she doesn't intend to repeat that particular torture.

   "Um, I'm not sure what you mean, Goddess Fire," I say, stuttering
slightly.

   Mistress Jade swipes me with her riding crop.  It's not a vicious
stroke. "Yesterday you said you would do anything for Mistress.  You
promised.  You begged, slave.  Remember?"

   "I - I - I promised to eat the dog food, Mistress," I say, desperately
trying to think back.  The pain in my cock from the electrified urethral
sound had been intense and I'd said lots of things in the hope that she
would stop hurting me.

   "No, slut," says Goddess Fire.  She frowns, impetuously.  "You promise
me!"

   I remember offering to be her sissy slut, to serve as an ashtray.  I
remember saying that I would gladly be her toilet slave.  Oh no....  The
realization dawns.

   "Oh no, Mistress, please, please don't make me do that.  Please, I
can't. Please don't make me into your toilet slave." I grovel on the floor,
prostrating myself as much as the bonds will allow, my posture forcing the
butt-plug to dig further into my ass.  "Please Mistress, not that.  I'll do
anything else.  I'll suck cocks for you all night.  I'll be your pee
slave."

   The problem is that I utterly believe in her sadism.  If she thinks it
will be amusing to use me as a toilet then she will.

   "You are my toilet slave!" she announces, smiling, removing any doubt.

   Madame Om places a silver platter in to my hands.  I watch as Goddess
Fire turns around and hitches up her skirt.  Her smooth, gorgeous ass
presents a delectable sight.  She looks over her shoulder and winks.  "You
catch my shit, toilet slave."

   Then, bending slightly, she starts to strain.  I position the silver
platter beneath her puckering asshole, feeling dazed and dizzy at what is
going on.  The other Mistresses are silent as they watch.  The first inch
of shit appears and I make sure that it lands on the tray.  "Ooooh!" she
moans as she shits.  It comes out smoothly and swiftly, and it's clear that
she's been saving this up.  Within a few seconds she's done and the platter
that I'm holding contains a log of her prime, creamy brown poo.  It's more
than a foot long.

   Goddess Fire turns and faces me.  "Smell it, Toilet!" she commands.  I
do so, sniffing at the excrement in front of me.

   "How does it smell, Toilet?" asks Mistress Jade from behind.

   "It smells good, Mistress," I lie.  I hope that this is all they will do
to me - that the whole scene is a ruse designed to make me believe that
they really are going to do this.  Surely they won't!

   "Put it on floor, Toilet!" Goddess Fire again.  I place the silver
platter carefully on the ground in front of me, unable to tear my eyes away
from the foot-long piece of foul fudge.

   "Now, eat it, Toilet!"

   I move my head towards the shit, until my mouth and nose are just a
couple of inches away.  I open my mouth, ready to bite in.  Oh God, am I
really going to do this?  And then I know that I can't and I pull away,
sobbing.

   "I'm sorry, Mistress, but I can't.  Please don't make me eat your shit.
Please don't force me to be your toilet slave.  I can't... I just...
can't."

   The Mistresses stare down at me impassively, their Chinese eyes
mirroring cruelty.  Goddess Fire nods at Mistress Lacey and then a pain,
far far worse that the urethral sound, courses through my crotch. 
Electrical current flows through the bands around my cock, through the
metallic mesh around my balls, up into my ass along the butt-plug.  It
turns on and off in a cycle less than a second long, causing multiple
fire-points of electrical pain.  I'm on the floor, rolling and writhing in
pain instantly.  My balls feel it the worst and I desperately try to reach
down to protect them but the chains won't allow me to.  Mistress Lacey
leaves the power on for nearly half a minute and I flail around screaming
in agony.  When it finishes I'm left on my side, whimpering.

   "Eat the fucking shit, you pathetic, useless fucking toilet," screams
Mistress Jade.  She grabs me by the hair and pulls me into a kneeling
position.  I'm on all fours, looking at the poo again.  "You will be an
obedient toilet slave, or we'll leave that thing on until your cock and
balls are fried to a crisp!"

   Real tears are flowing from my eyes.  I stare at the log of shit in
front of me, willing myself to work up the courage.

   I bend down, until my nose and mouth is directly over Goddess Fire's
shit.  I open my mouth and move closer so that my lips are around the shit
but not touching it.

   "Put it in your mouth, toilet," shouts Mistress Jade imperiously.  "Bite
down!"

   I close my eyes.  I bite in, taking a little more than an inch of poo
into my mouth.  It's on my tongue; disgusting, horrid beyond belief.

   "Look at me, toilet!" says Goddess Fire.  I look up at her,
pathetically, blinking back tears, her shit in my mouth.

   "Now chew, toilet, but don't swallow."

   I do as I'm told, chewing on her excrement, forcing my teeth to bite
into the nasty soft, foul mess.  The shit is swilled around in my mouth as
I masticate.  It covers my tongue.  I fight back the revulsion.  Goddess
Fire watches as I chew, the tip of her riding crop against my chin.  To the
side I see Mistress Lacey, visibly excited at the ordeal I'm in.  She's
touching her crotch, rubbing her pussy with passion.  A flash goes off and
I realize that Madame Om is recording my degradation.  After I have chewed
on the sludge at least twenty times, Goddess Fire finally gives the order.

   "Now swallow, Toilet!"

   I close my eyes and swallow, consuming her shit, sending it down to
stomach to mix with the dog food and the toe nails and the cigarette butts.
I really am the lowest of the low.  My stomach tries to reject the poo but
I fight it back, breathing heavily until I'm sure that I can keep it down.

   "If you're sick then we'll make you lick it up and eat it again,
toilet," Mistress Jade warns from behind.  I nod, defeated, believing her.

   "Take next bite," orders Goddess Fire, and I repeat the process.

   It takes nearly twenty mouthfuls before the whole lump of shit is
consumed.  The Mistresses watch the entire ordeal, laughing at me, telling
me what a disgusting filthy fuckhole I am.  They tell me that I'm not even
human, that I'm sub-human, nothing better than a toilet.  I'm helpless
before them and obey all their orders, no matter how nasty.

   Finally the fat, fudge-like log of shit is finished.  A shit stain
defaces the silver platter but that is all.

   "You have been good slave," says Madame Om.  "Now your reward."

   Mistress Lacey removes the buttplug-penis-shocker thing and unhooks the
chain from my collar, though my wrists are still cuffed.  "You may jerk
off, slave," the Goddess decrees.

   And weirdly, my cock is instantly hard.  I have suffered humiliation and
degradation beyond my wildest dreams over the last twenty four hours but
haven't been allowed to cum since fucking that sex doll nearly a whole day
ago.  My balls are ready to explode.

   I frantically start jerking my cock as the Ladies stand around laughing,
mocking my small size as usual.  "Lick the rest of the mess up, Toilet,"
says Mistress Jade, kicking me to the floor and thrusting my face onto the
platter.  I start licking at the remaining shit stain, barely caring what
it looks like, knowing that the Mistresses have got me utterly beaten,
pumping my dick with my fist and then I cum and it feels glorious.

   Monday - 14:00

   Mistress Lacey clearly learned a new insult last night: Cum Sponge.  She
has been calling me that repeatedly ever since.  It's an apt description. I
am filthy on both the outside and the inside.  My skin is covered in a film
comprising stale cum, piss and snot.  It's in my hair, eyelids and eyebrows
too.  In some patches it is sticky and nasty, in other places it is dry and
flaky.  My mouth has consumed all manner of horrors over the last few hours
too and my breath stinks as a result.  My asshole is in an equally squalid
situation.  The Mistresses have finally decreed that it is time for a bath.

   They lead me into the bathroom area, puling me along by a collar and
leash while I follow on all fours.  The bathroom is Spartan.  There is a
shower nozzle and a sink but no bath.  There are a couple of faucets poking
out from the wall too.  In the corner there's an Asian style toilet with a
metal bucket next to it.

   "Stand up," says Mistress Jade.  My joints creak as I do so.  The collar
and leash is removed but my wrists are cuffed again.  She makes me stretch
up and hangs the cuffs around a hook that dangles from the ceiling.  When
she orders me to place my feet wide apart so that she can attach a
spreader-bar, I do so without question.  As they said, they have broken me;
I dare not defy them now in even the smallest detail.

   They bathe me roughly using a high speed hose connected to one of the
wall taps rather than the nozzle of the shower.  The pressure is high and
it stings as it hits my flesh.  Of course I try to flinch out of the way,
but it's in vain.  There's no way to avoid it.

   Princess Candi assists.  She's wearing a bikini with polka dots on it.
She has a scrubbing brush with a long handle and she roughly scrubs me with
it after applying soap.  The bristles are harsh against my skin and leaves
it feeling raw and pink.

   Mistress Jade walks around to the front.  "Close your eyes, slave," she
warns as the hose sprays fast into my chest and face.  Princess Candi
scrubs my hair as water courses through it.  Then they move to my genitals.
My cock is currently uncaged and Mistress Jade takes great delight into
causing it to flip and twist under the pressure of the hose.  It hurts like
hell but not as much as when Princess Candi starts scrubbing it as well. 
My pubic area already felt scratchy after the previous day's waxing and now
it, too, feels even more raw.

   The hose drips loudly when they turn it off.

   The spreader bar is removed and my wrists are bound behind me instead.
It's time to clean my insides out.

   Mistress Jade uses a medical enema kit to force water into my anal
cavity, my colon and intestines.  Soapy water flows into my gut.  I clench
my ass tightly as I waddle over to the metal bucket, where they have told
me to expel the water.  Mistress makes me wait, holding the water inside me
as I squat over the bucket.  "Don't you dare go before I order it, sissy
bitch," she warns, "or I'll make you drink your mess up." I hold it despite
the cramping pain that it causes.  It gets really very uncomfortable and I
feel like I might collapse at any moment when she finally gives the word
and, sighing with relief, I expel the load quickly into the bucket. 
Mistress Jade examines it with a distasteful look.  "Dirty!" she announces,
before telling Princess Candi to pour it down the toilet.

   I am given three more enemas before Mistress Jade is finally satisfied.
She makes me wait longer with each round.  "We need your asshole nice and
clean for your customers tonight, cunthole," she states, without providing
any further explanation.

   Then I am finally allowed to clean my teeth.  I scrub and scrub with the
toothbrush, rinsing regularly, using up loads of toothpaste.  Mistress even
allows me to use mouthwash.

   Finally I feel cleansed.

   Almost human.

   For now.

   The afternoon takes on a comparatively easy pace compared to the last
three days.  They make me dress up in an obscene latex French Maid dress.
Ridiculously high feels act as a hobble, inhibiting my mobility and I
wobble around the dungeon on them.  The biting metal of the chastity cage
is reattached and a buttplug is unceremoniously rammed up my behind.

   They lead me to another room, full of hangers, shoes boots and clothes.
This is where the Mistresses keep their various fetish uniforms, Mistress
Jade explains.  It is my job to clean it all while Princess Candi
supervises.

   I spend the next three hours at work, matching bras and hotpants,
panties and stockings, various uniforms with their matching paraphernalia.
I hang things up in what I hope is a coordinated manner, praying that the
Mistresses approve of the way in which I have organised things and don't
feel the need to punish me for it.  I find four drawers full of dildos. 
The biggest is nearly two-feet long and I reflect that my abuse could have
been much worse while simultaneously wondering what kind of slave could
take a monster like that.

   There are dozens of pairs of shoes and boots, which Princess Candi
insists I clean with my tongue.  I kneel down and work through them from
the left side of the room to the right, licking the sides, soles and heels
of them until they shine.

   Princess Candi allows me to sip from a bottle of water so that I don't
run out of spittle.  She makes sure that I am diligent throughout the
entire exercise, swishing a cane across my ass or shocking my balls with a
portable shocker whenever I fail to meet her standards.  After the first
hour I seem to be performing as per expectations and the punishments are
less frequent.

   She doesn't talk much as she watches me.  Instead she spends the time
playing with her phone, texting and talking to friends.  She often looks at
me while laughing uproariously, sometimes clicking photos.

   "You going to be star tonight, slut!" is all that she will tell me.

   Monday - 20:00

   I am kneeling, naked, before Billy again.  We are in a sleazy room that
contains a single bed covered by stained sheets and not much else. 
Mistress Jade and Goddess Fire brought me here in their car.  I'm wasn't
fully sissified this time but they did make me travel naked apart from a
feminine thong.  To save my embarrassment I was permitted to hide in the
footwell.

   My wrists are cuffed behind me and I'm wearing a collar and leash, but
the chastity cage has been removed.

   Billy is smoking a cigarette.  "Quite the cum dump aren't you, slut?"

   "Yes, Sir."

   "Sucking it all up like a greedy little bitch last night.  And the girls
tell me that you were in heaven when they coated you with it."

   "Yes, Sir."

   "Oh, and you've been downgraded from a urinal to a full toilet?  How did
you enjoy the taste of Mistress shit?"

   "I loved it, Sir.  It was most flavoursome.  I wish to serve Mistress as
Her toilet whenever she requires." I've learned that it's easiest to agree
with my Mistresses and Masters.  It's less painful that way and they are
going to subject me to whatever degrading treatment they want, smashing my
limits, regardless.

   "I'll bet you did, cunt." He takes a long drag on his cigarette. 
"You're subhuman now.  You realize that?  Even you will never be able to
consider yourself as a man any more.  Once you've eaten shit, there's no
turning back.  Your dick will never work again, I suspect.  You're just a
toy for fucking.  Fuck meat."

   "Yes, Sir." I blush but my small penis twitches as he talks.

   "I wish I could make you one of my whores," Billy continues, "selling
that white ass on the streets.  I reckon I could make a lot of money off
that.  What do you think, Sissy Bitch?"

   "Yes, Sir.  I would gladly perform as one of Your whores if you would be
my pimp." And, in truth, the idea really does excite me.  How depraved
would that be - selling my ass to punters, completely accepting that my
fuckhole is for use, abuse and for the profit of my superiors.

   "Hm, perhaps I'll raise it with Madame Om," he says.  I'm left wondering
whether he really will or not, and whether I would like him to.

   "You understand what we're doing tonight, cunt?" he asks, sitting on the
bed in front of me.  The springs in the mattress squeak loudly.

   "No, Sir."

   "You're going to star in a porn production," he explains.  "We'll make
you famous, slut boy."

   "Thank you, Sir."

   "We make films for a very specific audience," he says, "with extreme
tastes and extreme fetishes.  The audience is not large but they are loyal
and they pay well.  They like to see the victim being well and truly
debased.  You've already eaten shit so I'm curious as to whether we can
break you even lower."

   "Yes, Sir," I say, barely audible and - by now - very frightened.

   "First of all, you're going to get strap-on fucked by a group of my
whores.  They don't particularly like men, which is reasonable enough when
you consider their line of work.  Most of their customers treat them
decently enough but a good number of them are complete assholes.  Tonight
they are going to take revenge against all of those assholes on your
asshole.  So don't expect them to be gentle.  I've told them that they can
be as mean as possible.  Most of their customers are white.  They come over
here to pay and get laid on the cheap with hot, young-looking prostitutes.
These guys are generally not the most impressive of specimens.  That's why
they are over here: because they can't get pussy in their own place.  Kind
of like you, really.

   "One of the girls, Gina, has done this sort of thing a few times and
she'll make you feel good.  Trust me.  She'll show the girls how to really
stretch your ass.  Oh, and I've told them that you drink piss and eat shit,
so we'll see where they decide to go.

   "After that, we've got some shemales for you.  After that... we'll see.
Suffice to say, you are going to get well and truly reamed tonight. 
Yesterday your mouth was well used.  Today it will be your other fuckhole.

   "You're going to give me a good performance now, bitch?"

   "Yes, sir, I'll do my best."

   "That's a good little whore," he says, patting my cheek gently.  "Wait
here."

   I am left kneeling in the room, contemplating what he has said, as he
leaves.

   It seems that I am left for quite a long time.  Eventually though I hear
Billy's voice in the adjacent room.  It's not clear enough to hear what he
is saying but I can hear girl's voices as well and a lot of high pitched
laughter.

   A few minutes later, they arrive.  Billy is there along with two young
guys holding cameras.  Mistress Jade is present too.  "Come on in, girls,"
says Billy.  Then to me: "Say hello, bitch."

   "Hello," I say timidly as the girls walk in.  There are five of them. 
They all look quite similar: young, trashy but pretty, skinny.  They are
all wearing variations of high heels, mini skirts, stockings and tiny
tight-fitting T-shirts.  A couple of them are only in bras.

   "This is Gina." He introduces the girl at the front.  She's taller than
some of the others and unlike them has her hair done up in a ponytail. 
She's wearing calf-high boots as well with sharp heels.

   "Hello, Mistress Gina," I say.

   She slaps me, very hard, across the face.  It was unexpected and my ear
is wringing and tears spurt from my face.  "Do not speak unless you spoken
to, cunthole," she says.  Her English is broken but easy enough to
understand.  Then she spits directly in my face.  A huge gob of spittle
hangs from my cheek, just beneath my eye.  The girls behind her giggle
loudly.  There is going to be an awful lot of giggling tonight, I suspect,
all of it at my expense.

   Mistress Jade leaves the room, happy to let the movie shoot progress. 
Gina reaches behind me and undoes the cuffs.  "Jerk your tiny cock off,"
she says.

   During the journey here, Mistress Jade had explained that this would
probably happen.  My cock would be uncaged and I would be allowed to cum.
This would reinforce my humiliation in two ways.  Firstly, the knowledge
that being abused like this caused me excitement.  Secondly, she explained,
because all slaves enjoy the abuse until they cum but then it's harder for
them and they want it to stop straight afterwards.  That would not be an
option for me.

   It is bizarrely humiliating to jerk off in front of these girls. 
Considering the degradations that I have been subjected to over the last
few days, mere masturbation should be nothing.  But wanking is a private
affair - we never jerk of in front of other people - and the girls watch
avidly, making plenty of comments in Thai.  (Billy tells me that subtitles
will be put in later and the fact that I don't know what they are saying
somehow makes things worse).

   I pump my cock with my fist as the girls point, laugh and shout abuse.
I've been turned on for the last four days and it doesn't take long to feel
excitement building up in my balls.  The prostitutes start to put strap-ons
around their waists.  They aren't particularly tall and the dildos look
enormous as they jut out from their bodies.  The fake cocks come in all
sorts of colours but they are all the same size: twelve inches and thicker
than I like to think.

   "Me so horny.  Me going to fuck you long time," says one of the girls in
a clear parody of that movie.  The others think that's hilarious and they
all start saying it.

   "I'm going to rape you hard, white pig," says Gina.  "You are disgusting
faggot.  Your cock is like worm!"

   That does it.  Her verbal abuse pushes me over the edge.  Groaning with
pleasure I feel my cock spasm and cum spurts out on to the floor, a huge
puddle of it.

   "Now, lick!" says Gina, grabbing my hair roughly and forcing my lips to
the goo.

   I start licking as the camera appears in front of me, catching the
humiliation.  Gina presses down on my head with a heel, pushing my lips
against the puddle of spunk.  Another girl grabs my wrists and locks them
behind me again.

   The cum takes longer than expected to suck up because every time I lick
I end up spreading it further across the tiles.  "Disgusting faggot!" Gina
repeats.

   By the time I am done, one of the girls has shoved a well-libed dildo
down my ass and is vigorously pumping it, stretching me and preparing me
for a dildo gang-bang.  It already hurts like hell.  The heel against my
cheek is only released once every drop of cum is gone.

   The dildo is removed from my ass and I am unceremoniously dragged back
into a kneeling position.  "Fucking white pig," says Mistress Gina as she
kicks me hard in the balls.  I gasp, too shocked to respond, and she
delivers another crunching kick.

   That's when fall backwards.  I try covering my genitals with my thighs
but it's no good.  I'm helpless while my hands are behind my back.  More
girls join in and they kick and stamp and prod at my cock and balls with
their heels.

   I'm bawling on the floor, begging for them to stop.  "No, please,
Mistress, stop it.  OOOOWWWW!  That hurts." My cries only serve to
encourage them though and they redouble their violence.  Their strap-on
dildos swing side to side aggressively as they move.

   Finally the abuse comes to an end and I am able to roll onto my front on
to the hard tiles, sobbing and feeling sick in the pit of my stomach.

   "Get up, slut," says Gina.  Two of the girls grab me by the arms and
dump me half on the bed, my head and chest on the mattress, the rest of me
kneeing on the floor.

   One of the girls spits on my asshole and starts smearing it around,
mixing it with the lube.  The fucking is about to commence, I know.

   And there it comes.  There's nothing gentle about it.  A good nine
inches of the cock is forced straight in without any sympathy and then a
pair of small hands grab my ass, spreading my cheeks as the pounding
begins. I lie still, my head against the mattress while the girl forcefully
and roughly ravages my ass.  These girls are all pretty pissed off with men
and they are going to take this out on me.  It's going to be a vicious
raping ass-pounding, that's for sure.

   The girl fucking me punches the cock into me harder, driving the last
three inches in there, forcing me to take every last bit of the dildo.  I
bite down on the mattress to stop myself from crying out loud.  Another
girl sits on my back, her weight forcing me down, preventing the violation
of my body in anyway.  The girls talk among themselves in a language that I
don't understand and there's a lot of laughing, giggling and squealing (I
assume) at my expense.  The girl behind me remains quiet though apart from
breathing more heavily as she exerts herself.  I'm aware of the cameraman
shifting position to get a better angle.

   The dildo is worked in and out of me at a ferocious pace, rotated from
side to side.  I'm strangely grateful for the fuckings I've received over
the last few days; without them there would be no chance of suffering such
punishment without damage being done.

   The rhythm of the fucking slows down and the girl slaps my ass.  I wince
but don't cry out.  She grabs my buttocks, digging her sharp fingernails in
as she drives the dildo home for the last two or three minutes before she
finally pulls out.

   "Most white boys only last two minutes in Thai girl," Gina points out.
"Thai girl fuck white faggot all night."

   Whoever was on my back stands up and I slump a little.  "Ass up," shouts
Gina and a cane cracks against my ass.  "Fucking not over.  Beg, slave,
beg!"

   "Please fuck my ass, Mistress," I whimper loudly.  "Fuck my ass with
your huge cock.  I need your cock in my ass Mistress.  Fuck me like a
bitch. I am your slut.  Do what you want with my ass!"

   There's a pause and then the tip of the dildo presses against my ass and
then the new girl starts fucking me aggressively.  Her style is very
similar to the first.  There's no nuance here - just raw, hard rape.

   The first girl removes strap around her waist, grabs my hair and smiles
as I look up at her, before ramming the long dildo in to my mouth.  I gag
on it, choking and spluttering, unable to cope with the full twelve inches.
She fights me, shoving it into my throat as I cough and suffocate.  Only
when I start seeing spots in my vision does she relent and pull it out. 
"Lick!" she commands, and I do so.  Cleaning my shit off the dildo with my
tongue is infinitely preferable to being choked like that.

   The girl behind me continues to energetically rape my ass, penetrating
me as deeply as she can.  Once again, my body betrays me, and I realize
that this abuse is turning me on.  I really am becoming addicted to
humiliation!  I start moving my ass back and forward in time to her
thrusts, taking as much pleasure as it can.  This girl manages to go on for
longer than her friend.  Even after ten minutes she is going strong.

   Finally she pulls out.  "Get up," she orders.  Someone grabs the leash
and yanks me towards the bed.  I climb up.  "On back, legs up."

   I turn to look up at the ceiling, lying with my back to the mattress, my
arms bounds behind me.  The girl - and I only now realize how cute she is -
lifts my legs up, folding my knees over her shoulders.  She lines the dildo
up with my ass and thrusts it all the way in again.  The angle makes her
cock feel sharper this time and it strains my fuckhole more.  I cry out
loud and scream loudly for the first dozen strokes or so, after which my
asshole accommodates it better.

   Gina sits above me, her knees either side of my head, and I'm staring up
at her glorious pussy.  It's naked and shaven and looks delectable.  She
shimmies her hips, a very sexy pose, and then lowers herself.  The lips of
her pussy line up exactly against my own lips and I start licking while the
dildo continues to sodomize me from the other end.

   Gina is quite rough with me, pushing her vagina hard against my mouth,
making it difficult for me to breathe.  I lick and suckle on her pussy,
delighted.  I have always enjoyed cunnilingus and it's even better when I'm
being dominated like this.  After a few minutes my attentions have resulted
in Gina's sensuous moaning and her juices are dripping onto my face.  When
she orgasms she's noisy, screaming out loud and grinding her crotch even
harder into my face.  She doesn't stop though.  Even as a new girl takes
her place, she remains in position and I continue sucking on her, tasting
her, bringing her pleasure while a third dildo is pumped in and out of me.

   The punishment fucking seems to last for hours.  I lose all track of
time as the assault on my senses continues.  The pain and pleasure in my
ass have merged into one and I'm unable to tell one from the other.  That
is what Madame Om wanted, I understand: when torture and agony is the only
way I can feel pleasure, I am truly broken.  All the girls take turns
fucking my ass repeatedly, most of them several times.  All the time the
camera is moving around, recording my pathetic subjugation.  I'm helpless
to defend myself and can only submit to this abuse.

   Eventually, sighing with pleasure and laughing at jokes, the girls let
me rest.  I lie limply, face-down on the bed, foolishly thinking that the
movie is at an end.

   It's not.

   It's only just getting started.

   A sharp crack and a bolt of pain.  One of the girls has started caning
my ass.  "OOOOWWWWW!" I scream.  She whacks me again.  I can feel welts
rising already.  A third slash and it feels like my buttocks are on fire. I
try covering my ass with my hands and the girl just canes me across my
knuckles.  The pain is far, far worse and I howl with agony.  After that I
don't cover my ass.

   The girl lashes down again and another joins her.  This one strikes my
thighs because my hands can't get in the way down there.  They cane me
twenty times in the end.  The last three are the most painful as they slash
diagonally across the welts that have already formed.  Genuine tears course
down my face.

   "More girls!" Gina announces, yanking my head up by the hair so that I
can see.  Indeed, a half dozen girls stand by the door, eyes goggling at
me.

   "On your knees," says Gina.  "Time to suck cock."

   She tugs hard on the leash, dragging me off the bed and back on to the
cold floor.  The new girls surround me lifting their skirts.  That's when I
realize that these are not girls at all.  They are she-males.

   Each she-male has a cock that I can only envy.  The smallest is eight
inches long and the biggest is even larger than the dildos that I've just
been fucked with.

   The nearest she-male grabs my head and dumps her soft penis into my
mouth.  I start sucking on it, an obedient little faggot, and spy the
camera zooming in for a close-up.  The newcomers are already turned on,
it's clear, and her dick hardens in my mouth rapidly.  As she becomes erect
she starts fucking my mouth.

   A she-male grabs my head from behind, fingers grasping my ears.  She
starts pushing my mouth onto the dick, forcing me to take it in and out, in
and out, in and out of my mouth.  She's forcing me to fucking her dick with
my mouth.  And of course, I'm enjoying it.  I'm the centre of attention,
the little bitch at the centre of this twisted scene.

   The over girls surround me, stroking their cocks, showing their smooth
dicks off to me.  A couple still remain a little soft and they slap my face
with their pricks, dominating me, emphasising how big their dicks are
compared to mine.  My little clit is hard, standing at proud attention as I
suck on the cock like an obedient whore.  Even hard it is only half as big
as their soft cocks.  And those cocks are circling me, flopping down onto
my face.  The she-males stroke their cocks and beat my cheeks with them.

   The she-male removes her cock from my mouth and takes a long string of
saliva with it.  There's lots of verbal abuse going on, some in English,
some in Thai.  I'm too preoccupied and can't follow any of it, and another
cock is rammed into my mouth, choking me, fucking my throat.  I can't help
but recall those porn videos that I've watched - the tiny little Chinese
girl being fucked in all orifices by big black monster cocks.  Here I am,
in my own dreadful parody of that: a little white worm being objectified by
Asian she-males.  It's clear that I'm not human to them.  I'm just a thing
to fuck.  An object.  All of these girls and she-males spend their nights
servicing tourists like me - now they can take their revenge.

   All of the she-males take turns fucking my mouth, making me suck them
and lick them and kiss them.  The camera keeps zooming in, changing angles,
capturing the abuse from all perspectives.  Then one of them yanks me up by
the collar and shoves me against a wall.  I'm pressed up against the cold
concrete while the she-male stands close behind me, aiming her dick.  She
must be quite tall because I soon feel her thrust it inside of me.  She
pushes the back of my head, forcing my face into the wall, squashing my
nose against it as she fucks me from behind.

   There's a lot of noise - shouting and laughing - going on.  I can't
concentrate on anything except for how good and bad that sissy cock feels
inside of me.  Seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into hours.  I've no
idea how long the fucking has been going on for - not long, probably - and
then the cum is shooting up inside me and her cock rapidly withdraws from
my fuckhole.

   I can sense the camera coming in and there is a chant going on behind:
"Creampie, creampie!"

   A finger pokes at my sphincter and then I feel a whole waterfall of cum
seep out and onto the floor.  It's incredibly filthy.  Last night I had
been covered in cum but having it spurt inside me like that was a different
sensation completely.  Princess Candi had done that same on the first night
but that feels a long time ago and it feels different this time because of
the audience and the queue of real dicks, albeit she-male ones, ready to
follow up.

   Someone else grabs the leash and I'm pushed towards the mattress.  By
now I am too tired, too weak and too defeated to protest.  My whole body is
on the bed, pressing down, lying flat.  One of the shemales spreads my
legs, grabs my hips and then plows her cock directly into my gaping
cunthole.  She is very long, much bigger than her predecessors, and the
dick is fat too.  It fills me up nicely, despite the stretching that was
inflicted by the strapons earlier.

   The shemale is quiet, not saying anything, just breathing heavily, her
mouth by my ear, as she thrusts away.  My own little cock is pressed hard
against the fabric and the friction is making it get hard.  I start gasping
as the cock stretches me wickedly, sending pains up my ass.  As the fucking
continues I start crying out loudly and this gets her more excited.  She
lifts my hips up off the mattress and starts screwing me even more
aggressively.  By now I'm screaming every time that cock is pushed into me
and the camera is in front of me, capturing my expression and, I guess, the
victorious snarl of the shemale behind me.

   Finally she orgasms, cum erupting deep into my bowels.  I press my head
deep into the hard mattress sobbing with pain, elation and humiliation.  My
senses are overloaded.  The she-male, panting heavily, leaves her cock deep
inside of me for a while until she recovers.  I feel a 'pop' as she pulls
out and cum leaks out of my ass and runs between my legs.

   Almost immediately another she-male is on top and inside me, fucking me
in the same position.  She isn't as large as the last one and it's easier
to bear, although she seems to take much longer to cum.

   The previous she-male comes before me, sitting on the bed.  She lifts my
head and up placing my lips around her cock, forces me to suck her dry of
the remaining cum and to clean my own juices from her.  From the corner of
my eyes I can see the prostitute girls playing with each other, dancing,
stripping each other and running their hands over their bodies.  It must
look good for the camera.

   After the third she-male deposits another load of sticky goo into my
fuckhole, my bondage is changed.  The cuffs are briefly removed from my
wrists but the respite is short-lived.  They roll me over on to my back,
push my knees up hard against my chest and strap my wrists to my ankles. 
I'm left splayed on the bed, legs and ass wide open for the next cock that
wants to abuse it.  A new she-male takes position calling me a "Dirty,
nasty, white faggot," before plunging in.  Then there's a she-male
underneath me, her big cock filling me and I'm on top, grunting and
squealing like a whore.  And then a second she-male comes in from the top.
I'm being filled by two cocks at once.  My poor asshole is stretched beyond
belief and I wonder if it will ever recover.  The she-males moan and toy at
each other with their fingers.  The additional friction of their cocks
rubbing together means that they come quickly and I feel my colon being
drenched with another tsunami of cum - too loads at a time!

   The fucking and the filming resumes.  After this position is finished
with I'm placed back on the floor, wrists and ankles still strapped, chests
and chin pushed uncomfortably into the tiles.  I can't see my next
assailant; I just feel that familiar pain and degradation as the she-male
has her way with me.  Cum drips down the back of my thighs and over my
balls and she fucks my sloppy hole, pushing cum back in before adding her
own to the mix.  It feels like there is a lake of sperm inside of me by
now. The camera keeps going in for a shot, capturing my identity and my
humiliation in the same frame.  I'm nothing more than a pathetic, worthless
little bitch - there's no denying it.

   Finally the last she-male is done with me and pulls out.  I assume that
they are going to start over but the fucking seems to be finished for the
moment.  I remain kneeling there, my ass pointed to the ceiling, cum slowly
dripping out of my well-abused hole.

   The whores encircle me, tittering amongst themselves.  A couple of them
spit into my asshole.  "You a real nasty bitch," says Gina.

   "Yes, Mistress," respond.

   "And now you going to prove it," she says cryptically.

   I'm aware of Bobby re-entering the room, though I hadn't noticed him
leave it in the first place.  There's a clicking noise as well, that I
can't place.  A sort of scratching, scrabbling sounds, much lighter than
heals.  And then it comes into a view: a huge Rottweiler.  And now I
understand: they really do intend to turn me into a bitch.
"No, no, Master, please, no!" I beg.  They can't do that to me.  I
thought they had broken me, degraded me as much as they could, but their
capacity for ever nastier abuse seems to be infinite.  They won't let a dog

fuck me, will they?  Surely not.

   "Please Mistress Gina, not that," I implore her.  "I'll be your whore,
your slut.  I'll earn money for you.  Whatever you need.  But not that."

   I struggle in my bonds, desperate to get away, but it's futile.  I only
succeed in falling over to the side and there are too many people and they
soon have me back in place.  The dog barks at me and pants.  Drool comes
out of its mouth.  He's clearly excited.  When I try to escape he growls at
me and I freeze in position.  That was a mistake.  All that I've told him
is that he is indeed the alpha male in this equation.

   "Doggy bitch!" cries Gina gleefully, and soon the other girls and
she-males have taken up the chant.  I lie there, cringing, waiting for the
inevitable as the dog is led behind me, into a mounting position.

   Bobby sprays my ass with some sort of moisture and I flinch.  "Bitch
piss," he explains.  "It'll make the dog think you're a horny little bitch.
Which, of course you are!" I finally understand what he meant by the
'extreme tastes and extreme fetishes' of his clientèle.

   They film my utter degradation: every detail of it.  As soon as the dog
is released he immediately attempts to mount me.  I stay absolutely still,
terrified, as the dog's front legs scramble on my back and my flank as he
tries to find position.  His doggy dick pokes against my fuckhole several
times, jabbing away, as he attempts to mate with me.  "No, please,
Mistress," I wail, and the dog growls.

   The beast continues to manoeuvre into position on top of me as I kneel,
wretched and naked.  His claws scratch my hairless back as he struggles. 
And then his dick is inside me.  And I'm stuck there, kneeling, naked
before these Thai prostitutes and she-males, and the camera, as the dog
makes me his bitch.  He jerks his cock inside of me, literally fucking me
doggy-style, as I cringe beneath him.  I can feel its cock twisting and
punching deeper inside my asshole.  It feels completely alien - totally
unlike the dildos and cocks that have fucked me so far.

   The dog struggles to maintain position as his back paws slide around on
the tile and he fights with his front paws to stay on top.  He's scratching
me painfully all over my back, but it doesn't matter.  All that I can focus
on is the deep, sweet humiliation of my predicament.  Then he seems to
relax as he finds a comfortable position.  He's almost lying on top of me
as his cock fucks in and out of me with sharp little jabs.  I can feel his
head over my neck and he growls at me, asserting his dominance further.  I
flinch and whimper.

   The girls are all around the room, watching.  Some are standing on the
bed to get a better view.  I don't understand what they are saying but the
meaning is pretty obvious.

   Now the cock starts growing inside of me.  It feels enormous, unlike
anything I've experienced in the last few days.  I realize that he is
knotting with me, his cock engorged inside my fuckhole, sealing it
completely.  The hound starts making whimpering noises itself as it reaches
a peak of excitement.  It barks loudly in my ear.

   And then I feel an absolute flood of cum inside my fuckhole.  It feels
like a gallon of doggy spunk has just been ejaculated inside of me. 
"Oooohhhhhhhhh!" I moan in fear, pain and humiliation.  And then, one final
embarrassment: my own cocklet betrays me.  It spasms and twitches and then
ejects a spurt of cum itself.  My shame does not go unnoticed and the girls
are point and laughing.  "Oh my God," cries Gina, tears of laughter running
from her eyes, "little white faggot enjoys being dog's bitch."
I snuffle and let my face fall to the floor.  I close my eyes, wanting

darkness, wanting an end to this torment.

   The dog rolls off my back.  His knotted cock has not relaxed so now he's
trapped inside of me and I'm trapped on the end of his doggy penis.  He
turns around so that we're back to back.  I can hear him yapping excitedly
at the girls and at the camera.  One of the prostitutes grabs me by the
hair and yanks my head up.  She turns my head so that I'm staring at the
camera, my identity there for any viewers to see in this, my most
humiliating position: kneeling back-to-back to a dog that just fucked me.

   The hound is grows impatient.  It tries to walk away but we're still
connected.  He's much stronger than me so this means that I end up being
dragged behind him.  With my wrists chained to my ankles like this, there's
nothing that I can do to prevent it.

   Finally the dog's dick shrinks and he pops out.  A flood of cum pours
out of my asshole - the world's nastiest creampie.  The crowd of girls
start to disperse.  They make me lick the dog's cum up, and my own, before
filming finishes.

   Ten minutes later and the room is empty.  Only Bobby remains apart from
the camera man, who is sorting out his equipment.  I'm still locked in the
same bondage.  Mistress Jade and Goddess Fire return.  I cringe before
them.

   "How does it feel to be a real bitch?" asked Mistress Jade.

   I don't answer.  She kicks me hard.  "Answer me, faggot."

   "I love being a bitch," I respond meekly, giving her the answer that I
know she wants.

   "How would you like to be fucked again tomorrow, dog cunt?"

   "I wish that my Mistresses give me to dogs every day."

   "Hm, we'll see if we can arrange it," she says.  Goddess Fire laughs. 
"How does it feel to be the most pathetic, submissive, white maggot in the
world, cum sponge?"

   I tell her that it feels wonderful.

   Tuesday - 01:00

   I barely remembered the journey back to the Dungeon of Dominance.  It
barely registered, as if I was on drugs.  Cum covered me, sticking all over
my body, particularly my thighs down which a river of she-male and doggy
cum had run.  One of the Mistresses handed me a pair of pink frilly
knickers, which soaked full of spunk as soon as I had pulled them up to my
waist.  As with the previous night, I am placed in the trunk of a car - too
filthy to be allowed a seat inside.

   Madame Om and the rest of her girls are awaiting when we return.  This
is raucous laughter and I kneel shame-faced before them while the ladies
mock me in a mixture of Thai and English.

   "Dog-slut!" shouts Goddess Fire.  It's her new favourite insult and she
uses it a lot.  I'm called a Bitch, a Whore's Whore, the Gang-Bang
Fuckhole, the Sissy Cunt.  It's all true.

   I wonder if they will take me back to the wash room and spray that hose
at me before putting me in the cage for the night, but the cage will not be
my bed this time.  Instead they take me to another dungeon room, leading me
by a collar and chain as I follow on hands and knees.

   They lock me into a customized toilet box.  It looks like a regular
toilet with a ceramic bowl but there's a hatch that slides upwards
underneath the seat.  I lie down and back in, so that my head lies within
the toilet, lying against a padded piece of porcelain.  The hatch is slid
down again, locking me in.  So I'm to be a toilet again?  Still numb from
the bitch-fucking, it seems like I can barely care.

   I can't see anything except for the ceiling of the dungeon past the
toilet seat.  On the other side of the hatch, out of view, I can feel one
of the Mistresses tying my ankles to eye bolts in the floor.  My hands are
pulled backwards and chained to hoops at the base of the toilet.  The cock
cage is removed since I can hardly stimulate it so there's no risk of me
pleasuring myself.

   Exhausted, I lie there, ready to serve as toilet to the Mistresses.  But
it would appear that none of them need to go right now.  Someone closes the
toilet lid.  I'm left alone instead in darkness.  I fall asleep straight
away.

   Tuesday - 10:00

   I'm rudely awaken by a vicious kick to my balls.  The hatch catches my
neck cruelly as I jerk upwards and I bang my head against the porcelain.  I
desperately want to cradle my balls but I'm unable to do so, tied in this
position.  All I can do is wriggle pathetically, completely exposed to
another kick to the balls.  It doesn't come.

   The toilet lid opens and Mistress Lacey's gorgeous face smiles down at
me.  "Good morning, Toilet!" she beams.

   "Hello, Mistress," I reply.

   "I need go toilet," she says.  "You swallow!"

   They haven't even bothered with any of their torture implements today.
No urethral sounds, no electric shockers, not even a whipping.  They know
that I will obey.  And they are right.  I dare not defy them.  Every time I
think that they have come up with the nastiest torture possible, they come
up with another.  Master Billy had the truth of it: they have broken me
completely.

   "Yes, Mistress.  I would be honoured to be your toilet."

   "Good.  You hold in mouth first, no swallow til I say."

   She lowers her perfect ass onto the toilet bowl.  I get a wonderful view
of her ass and pussy before darkness descends.  She rests her feet on my
chest, her heels digging gently but definitely into my nipples.  I can hear
her humming, and open my mouth.

   Pee comes first.  Not much, but its a steady stream.  It runs directly
into my mouth and I swallow quickly.  Compared to the first time I drank
pee, it goes down easily.  But then I can sense the main course coming.

   There's no farting, fortunately, and I sense rather than see the shit
coming from her butthole.  But then I feel it touch my tongue.  I retch at
the taste, but keep my mouth open as more shit enters it.  The log flattens
out on my tongue and still the shit comes.  She must have been saving it
up. Within a few seconds my mouth is full and it starts piling up on top of
my lips.  The smell is horrible - it doesn't matter how beautiful the girl:
shit is shit.

   Finally she sighs with relief and stands up.  I'm struggling to breathe.
My mouth is full of her excrement and it's piled up in front of my nose.  I
look down at what seems like a mountain of faeces.

   Mistress Lacey looks down, her hands clasped over her tongue as she
laughs at her creation.  "Yummy toilet slave!" she laughs to herself. 
After admiring my debasement for a little longer she says: "OK, toilet
slave.  Now eat."

   I start chewing.  The taste, the smell, the sensation, everything about
this is horrible.  Every mouthful, every breath is an agony of disgusting
pain and humiliation.  My mouth is full and there's nothing really to chew
so I have to use my tongue to gather a bit more of her shit together and
swallow it down.  Shit gets on my teeth and my lips and my chin as I
continue to consume this awful, terrible meal.  Mistress Lacey watches the
whole ordeal with a sort of morbid interest.  She is very young, even
compared to the other Mistresses and I think that this must be the first
time she's degraded a male submissive to such extensive depths.  Now she
seems addicted to it.  As I suck and swallow on the shit she toys with my
prick with the sole of her heel.  The friction makes me hard, confusing my
brain as it conflates the shit-eating with erectile pleasure.  I wonder if
this week will see me ruined forever; my sensual sensations left in a state
of confusion for the rest of my life.

   I gag and choke on the shit that she's fed me, somehow managing to keep
it down without throwing it up.  Every time I consider that huge lump of
crap in my stomach it makes me want to vomit.  But that's unthinkable. 
Finally I manage to finish it all.  Mistress Lacey makes me run my tongue
around my lips licking all the remaining shit that I can reach with it. 
Finally she declares me done, waves cutely and skips away.

   I continue to lie in silence in my toilet bowl prison, blinking back
tears.  The smell lingers.  It's awful.  I can feel it on my teeth and
between my teeth, coating my tongue.  My penis continues to betray me.  It
was rock hard as the pile of crap in my mouth grew.

   It's difficult to keep track of time, especially given that I can't see
anything beyond the ceiling through the lid of the toilet.  Everything is
quiet.  I wonder if other slaves are being tormented somewhere else in the
dungeon If so, I wonder whether they are being mistreated to the same level
as myself.

   I hear two ladies enter the toilet room, chatting away.  They approach
the bowl and look down at me, sneering.  It's Mistress Jade and Goddess
Fire, that terrible duo.  The former wrinkles her nose, clearly disgusted
by the noxious odour.  "What a disgusting slave," she comments.  "Did you
enjoy eating Mistress Lacey's shit, toilet?"

   "Yes Mistress.  It was delicious."

   She snorts with laughter at that.  "I bet it was.  Would you like more
shit, toilet?"

   "Yes, Mistress.  Please, feed me."

   "Yuck."

   She sits on the toilet bowl, resting her feet against my belly.  There's
a loud fart and her gas fills the toilet bowl.  She laughs again at that.
And then the floodgates open.

   Mistress Jade doesn't shit on me at least.  However she must have been
drinking gallons of water and her piss comes out like a high pressure hose.
My mouth is open but there's no hope of capturing such a spray.  It pours
between my lips and I desperately swallow but it also covers my face.  Her
pee splashes around, landing on the inside of the toilet bowl and runs back
on to me.  It gets into my eyes and my hair and up my nose.  My whole face
is covered by this tsunami of Mistress piss.

   Once finished, she stands up, trampling her heels into my stomach.  "Mm,
I needed that.  How was it for you, maggot?"

   "Very refreshing, thank you, Mistress," I respond.  At least it's washed
the shit off my face, I have to acknowledge.  Pee drips from my hair.

   She steps off my body, only to be replaced by Goddess Fire.  "Now for
the main course," announces Mistress Jade.  I remember the enormous shit
that Goddess Fire fed to me the previous day - that time I was permitted to
eat it in bite-size pieces, but that wouldn't be an option this time.

   Goddess Fire is holding a riding crop.  She lets its tip rest on my
erect cock, a clear threat.

   Her style is different this time.  (I wonder how many times she has
practised this).  She sits above me for just a few seconds and craps out a
lump of shit, just four inches long and thin.  It slides into my mouth,
where it curls up.  She stands up and looks down.  "Eat!" she orders.

   I start chewing.  I had thought that this would get easier but it's just
harder with every bite.  The smell, the texture, the taste: I can't imagine
anything worse.  The whole thing is nauseating.  My stomach, filled with
another lady's mess already rumbles and I feat that I'm going to puke it
back up.  I manage to keep it down fortunately.

   Goddess Fire says something I don't understand to her friend and sits
down on the toilet again.  I receive another lump of poo, just like the
first, and the process is repeated.  This is unbearable, I think, as I go
about my disgusting duty.  How much further down can they take me?  I have
now reached the stage where I am a willing toilet slave, where I do what
I'm told because I'm scared that they can think up a host of fates that are
even worse than being fucked by a dog.  I don't know I'm going to be able
to cope with this.  It's only half way through the week that I've paid for
after all.  I can't escape.  I'm their prisoner.  I have no idea where my
clothes are, I have no idea where my passport is.  There's nobody to
complain to since I willingly placed myself in this position and told the
Mistresses of the dungeon to do their worst.  How arrogant I had been to
assume that my masochism would reach further than their sadism?

   It happens a further two times.  Afterwards I am released from the
confines of the toilet.  Goddess Fire faces away from me.  "Lick," she
orders.

   "Be her toilet paper, slave," Mistress Jade explains.

   I place my face between her sumptuous buttocks, find her dirty asshole
and start licking.  I can't tell if it's doing any good since my tongue was
already befouled, so I continue doing it for some time, just to make sure.
I have to confess that I really didn't mind being here, face between such
tempting ass cheeks.  She seems satisfied when I'm done, at least.

   The ladies march me to the wash room.  It is time to get clean again,
finally.  They cuff me to the wall and spray me with the hose again, the
jet of water stinging my skin, scrubbing it clean of the pee, the cum, the
shit and other bodily fluids.

   As the water drenches me, I decide what I must do.  I have to take back
control.  This is the moment: while they think that I'm completely broken.

   It's Goddess Fire who unchains me and that's when I move.  She's only
5'4", much smaller than me.  I grab her, one arm around her neck, the other
holding her arm behind her back, twisting it.  I push myself into her using
her as a shield, my naked cock pushed against her panty-clad ass.  "OK,
that's enough," I shout at Mistress Jade.  "You let me go.  I want my
clothes and you let me go."

   It's a feeble cry, I know, but the deprivations that I've suffered over
the last few days have left me with nothing better to offer.

   "Stupid slave," sighs Mistress Jade.

   There's a brief second - just enough time for me to puzzle over her
comment - when Goddess Fire's free arms whips around and then everything
goes black.

   Tuesday - 13:00

   I'm kneeling prone in a very uncomfortable position on a concrete floor,
which feels abrasive beneath my knees.  Iron braces loop from the floor
around my wrists and neck, scrunching my face against the ground.  Similar
metal bands lock my ankles tightly to the ground and forcing my ass high
into the air.  Something is tied around my balls and connected to the
floor, pulling down on my testicles distressingly.  I'm naked, obviously.
There's a TV screen set on the ground before me, switched off.

   My head hurts, and I'm groggy.

   I can't even twist my head so it is difficult to assess who is here but
it feels like all the Mistresses are, along with Bobby.  There is an
intimidating atmosphere about the room, a dimness.  Somehow I know where I
am: The Rape Room.
Mistress Jade: "Looks like the disgusting little cum-junkie is waking

up."

   Madame Om: "Stupid slave.  How dare you?  Bastard.  Threatening
Mistress. All my girls know to protect themselves."

   "I'm sorry, Madame," I shout to the floor, my voice muffled.  "Please,
I'll..."

   Goddess Fire: "Cut his cock off!" She spits directly on to my face.

   Mistress Jade explains: "You threatened our Mistress.  The punishment
will be very hard.  You could have had three more nice, exciting days in
our dungeon but now things will be very bad for you."

   She ignores my whimpering, and Bobby takes over: "You threatened Goddess
Fire, slave.  She gets to set the punishment." Goddess Fire kicks me with a
thigh-high boot to emphasize his point.  "She wants to cut your cock and
balls off, and I'm inclined to let her.  What sort of man - a slave no less
- strikes a girl?"

   I moan loudly.  They are going to castrate me, I just know it.  I
wouldn't have believed it possible a week ago but after all they have
inflicted on me I know that these girls are crazy and capable of anything.

   "For the next three days you will be Master Bobby's sissy whore,"
Mistress Jade continues.  "You will earn money for him by sucking and
fucking cocks."

   "Hundreds of cocks," Bobby clarifies.  "Right now you stand to lose both
your cock and balls.  And Goddess Fire will make it painful, trust me.  If
you service more than one hundred cocks then you get to choose: you get to
keep your miserable prick or your useless balls.  If you service more than
two hundred then you keep both."

   "Understand, whore?" asks Mistress Jade.  "You suck or fuck two hundred
clients in three days or we snip, snip, snip!"

   "Yes, Mistress," I wail.

   "Tell Goddess Fire what will happen.  I want to make sure that you
understand, slave."

   "I'm sorry that I grabbed you, Goddess Fire.  I will be a sissy whore
now, for three days, and I will suck cocks and let men fuck me over and
over - two hundred men - so that I get to keep my cock and balls.

   "He understands," says Mistress Jade.

   "But first you get fucked by more dogs," shouts Mistress Lacey,
gleefully.  "Lots of dogs.  You be nasty helpless bitch."

   I look up stupidly from my vantage point, and Mistress Jade comes into
view.  "That's right, fuck toy.  There are several entrances to this room.
When we open them a whole pack of dogs will come in: big ones, small ones,
different breeds.  We are going to let them all fuck you."

   Master Bobby joins her and turns the TV on.  I can see an image of
myself, shot from high up behind me.  On the screen my white skin looks
very pale in the dark room.  "Since you clearly like being a bitch we
thought we'd let you watch," he says.  "By the way, we are Live streaming
this too - plenty of people to watch you enjoy yourself."

   "We are taking bets," laughs Mistress Jade.  "The strongest dogs in the
pack will fuck you first and then the weaker ones and finally the weakest.
But they will all be allowed to fuck you because you are not even a runt.
Just a useless, stupid, worthless sissy bitch.  We take bets on which dog
will fuck you next.  Perhaps we'll feed you their shit, since you're such a
nasty toilet slave."

   "Oh, and we also take bets on how many times you faint throughout the
fucking." Master Bobby is also laughing.  "You are seriously going to be
ruined by the time my dogs and my customers have got through with your
sissy ass."

   He moves away, as do the Mistresses.  I hear him whistle.  The doors
opening and I can hear the padding of doggy feet.

And barking.