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This story contains intense, graphic details of the life of a formerly
willing sex slave named Pooch. It is not intended to be read by
children or those that are offended by such material. It is a work of
fiction containing acts that are not recomended for emulation in the
real world. It is an on going story that will continue as long as the
readers indicate a strong desire for it to do so. Your email is the
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Pooch's Story (c)
Out of the Frying Pan (Part 9)

There was the sound of stiletto heels again only this time there were
two pair. Something was amiss in Pooch’s dark, hellish world. She
couldn’t bring herself to think that release from the block would be
imminent. The extra pair of shoes would mean only additional torment,
something that she could probably not even imagine. It had only been
twenty minutes since the healing machine had cycled off. Pooch was
still shaking, her vagina and cervix felt badly burned.  Burning was a
sensation that the slave was becoming very familiar with. 
The shoes parked one pair on either side of her naked kneeling body.
It was Shandra’s voice that Pooch heard first. 
“The slut has healed up very well. Most people would think that she
looked terrible but it’s only the color of the skin that they would be
reacting to. Personally I think the colors are very beautiful. In any
case that is of no importance. What is important is that all the
breaks have closed up and there are no signs of infection or excessive
swelling.” Shandra placed the heels of her hands on the center of the
slave’s back and pushed down. “You see she isn’t even tender anymore.”
Pooch felt her spirit soar. Could this really mean that she would be
leaving this hell hole? 
Marla removed the gag from her mouth and gave the slave a stern
warning about not talking and that from now on she would always keep
her mouth slightly open just in case anyone wanted to use it.  
Pooch immediately felt Shandra’s talon like finger nails then fingers
invade her mouth. She knew what to do and slobbered as much of her
saliva on the invading digits as she could. They had a foul taste
which was revolting to the slave but she didn’t dare show any
displeasure. Shandra began probing her rectum.
The distance she had fallen and the depth of the pit that Pooch found
herself in, began to permeate her thoughts. A short time ago she had a
relationship that included love, warmth and comfort. She had, almost
always, felt safe. Now a near total stranger, that tasted like she
hadn’t washed in weeks, was probing, stretching and pinching her
rectum. Not only did Pooch not resist, she tried to part her ass
cheeks as much as possible to make the violation easier. She worried
that she might not be doing enough to stave off punishment. She would
submit to the most demeaning treatment, without even thinking about
it, at the hands of unattractive total strangers, constantly aware
that for any reason at all she could be horribly mutilated or even
killed so that someone could have the pleasure of hearing her scream.
The realization of the irony that her situation entailed caused more
sadness to permeate her heart. Pooch knew that she would not only
cooperate in her own demise but that she would struggle with all her
might to please her future assassins and she would be doing it
knowingly. 
“Squeeze my fingers ‘shit’,” barked Shandra. 
Pooch contracted her painful sphincter muscle. 
A hand grabbed a hunk of the slave’s hair and viciously ripped back
her head. 
“When I say squeeze I expect you to really squeeze hard. I didn’t tell
you to caress my fingers.”
The pain of having a large handful of hair nearly pulled out of her
scalp easily eclipsed the pain in her ass. The slave tightened her
doughnut with all of her might. Still the fist in her hair did not
relent. 
“There isn’t any serious damage here”, Shandra spoke to Marla. “The
bitch is a little slack. I recommend that you give the shit hole a
daily work out, especially squeezing exercises. She’ll never please a
man with her shitter if she can’t give his dick a good squeeze.” 
“I’ll get her ass in shape,” replied Marla. 
Shandra withdrew her fingers from the slave’s ass hole and shoved them
down her throat causing her victim to gag, stopping her breathing.
“You don’t need to breathe to clean my fingers,” shouted Shandra all
the while pulling on Pooch’s hair and  shaking her head.
Her air supply abruptly cut of with no time to prepare Pooch’s lungs
began to scream for air almost immediately. Her panic only sped up the
use of the oxygen in her blood. Desperately the hysterical prisoner
moved her tongue around and between Shandra’s dirty fingers. The taste
of her own feces now dominated her taste replacing the taste of her
owner’s last dump a few hours ago. Her tongue worked furiously even as
her eyes began to bulge beyond their sockets and her lips turned blue.

Marla didn’t interfere. “The slave should get used to being treated
roughly,” she thought, and besides Shandra had much more experience in
these things. Marla would learn from Shandra and anyone else that had
something to offer.
Just before Pooch passed out Shandra released her hair at the same
time letting her fingers slip out of the toilet’s throat. There was a
frantic gasp for air. Still terrified of failing to please her
superior Pooch didn’t stop tonguing Shandra’s fingers clean even
though her own head was spinning and her lungs felt raw.
“You had better get a lot better at controlling your breathing”,
Shandra hissed... “Do you think any of the studs that you’re going to
be sucking off are going to pull their cocks out of your throat just
because you would like a little air? Shit, they’re gonna plunge there
gonorrhea infested piss sticks in as deep as they can until they’re
done shooting their load and as soon as one is finished using your
throat another one will take his place. If you’re gonna live slut, you
had better learn to get by with a minimum amount of air, and to do
that you have to relax when your air is cut off. The only thing you
did right was continue your cleaning after I cut  off  the air. We’ll
soon see how quick you learn.” 
As she listened to Shandra speak, terrified that she might miss a word
and make a mistake, Pooch began to see what her future held and her
stomach knotted up. From what she had just been through with a couple
of fingers she didn’t think she could survive if she had to take a
thick cock down her throat till climax. The strange thing was the
thought excited her masochistic nature. It had once been a fantasy of
hers, one of her more popular fantasies. Now, when Pooch could feel
fantasy begin to merge with reality the arousal was buried beneath a
sea of trepidation. She was  scared shitless.
“I recommend a daily workout for her throat. First you want to train
the throat to stretch so it can accommodate even the largest pecker.
Second, she has to learn to work with no air for as long as possible.
It will preserve her life. An untrained whore on the set would be dead
inside a half hour. A girl has got to stretch her gullet just like a
garden snake swallowing an egg. If she can’t the guys will just rip
her throat from the inside until they fit. The cunt usually chokes
from blood running into her lungs from the torn throat choking to
death. If her throat is accommodating she still has to get an
uncooperative dick to cum before she passes out. If she doesn’t most
of the guys will just do their own pumping till they cum and if that
takes too long the amateur slut won’t draw another breath.”
Shandra went on, “as for her ass I wouldn’t stretch it with anything
much more than three inches thick. Some of the boys get carried away
if they think it’s too easy to shove their fist up a whore’s ass. They
think that if she is easy to enter that somehow her whole bowel is
huge, with the result that they’ll try to shove too much of their arm
up the poor bitch’s shit hole rupturing her plumbing. After that it’s
a very slow and painful death from peritonitis. I’ve seen them take a
week to die. It’s much better that the men have a hard time getting
their fists in to begin with.”
Though the words were not directed at Pooch she found the vision of
her future to be increasingly terrifying. Sure she had fantasized
about being raped and being forced to take cocks  up her ass and in
her mouth the fantasies never included burly arms shoved up her colon
and dicks that fucked her throat instead of her mouth. A cock in her
mouth had never been associated with fighting for her life in any
fantasy.
“I would like to start training my slave as soon as possible,” said
Marla. “You have been a tremendous help to me already, I was wondering
if I could impose on you some more and have you show me some of your
techniques? I will make sure that Pooch will more than make up for any
inconvenience to you.”
The Filipino lady hesitated for a moment. “There are some days were I
get more customers with exotic tastes than my pain sluts can handle.
If I could borrow her for a day or so sometimes it would help me out.
I would even share some of the proceeds with you. That would only be
good business. I would keep her from the most damaging customers so
that you wouldn’t  lose any of your use of her.”
“Deal”, answered Marla. 
“Before we go any further I’m going to attach Pooch’s new collar”,
Marla went on. I don’t want to take any chances of her getting away.
‘SHIT’, the cunt’s started her period”, Marla shouted out. “There’s
going to be a real mess.”
“I know a way to stop it”, Shandra said. 
“How”?
“Show me the largest syringe that Steve gave you.”
Marla went over to her desk and opened the center drawer. Out of the
drawer she pulled a very large glass syringe with a needle over half a
foot long. She held it up for Shandra to see.
“That’s the one”, said Shandra. Do you have any of that tit juice
left?”
“Yes, quite a bit.”
“Fill that syringe about half full”, Shandra instructed. “You don’t
want her to swell too much or for too long. And, you will be injecting
a much smaller area. Do you want to do it right now?”
“Sure.”
Marla inserted what was closer to a dagger than a syringe into a
bottle sitting on top of the desk. and withdrew a stream of the bee
venom mixture.
“I was afraid of using this”, said Marla. “It’s just so big. I didn’t
know where I could stick it.”
“It goes into her cervix. It makes it swell so much that the menstrual
flow is cut off. The great thing is you don’t have to worry about the
needle. Nobody can see the fuckin’ cervix. You can stick it any which
way you want and the only one that will notice is the slave’s gyno,
and he’ll probably just stick more holes in there. It heals very fast.
The swelling lasts a couple of days before the flow begins again.  By
that time they’re sure they’re going to die. With the pressure,
burning and itching I can only imagine the hell that the poor cunts
must be going through but  they’re usually usable for about a day and
a half. “
“So if I inject her in the morning I can use her till the following
night and she would go through the worst of it over night, when I
would have put her away anyway?”
“Yes”
“Let’s do it. How do I begin?”, asked Marla.
“If Steve gave you that syringe then he also must have given you a
speculum. When you open her all the way up you’ll be able to see her
cervix from almost anywhere.”
Marla retrieved the speculum, also from the center drawer of her desk.
It was all chrome steel, more heavily built than any she had ever seen
during her examinations. Its first stop was in Pooch’s mouth for a
little lubrication while Marla set about removing the steel dildo in
her vagina. She disengaged the probes protruding from the walls of the
metal intruder anchoring it in  slave’s vagina and pulled the rod out.
Pooch’s piss hole continued to gape open, not having had an
opportunity to close for almost four days. During those days Pooch had
wished for nothing more than to be rid of the horrible device that had
caused her so mush suffering. Now she felt exposed and vulnerable
without it. The blood covered dildo replaced the speculum in her
mouth.
Marla inserted the spreader and began to open it. The shiny metal felt
cold and hard to the soft lining of Pooch’s vagina. Shandra chuckled
commenting that she kept hers in the freezer. Pooch didn’t see the
humor. Marla made a mental note. This speculum opened using a
ratcheting squeeze grip similar to what is found on a caulking gun.
The mechanism allowed the user to spread the jaws quickly and easily
exerting a tremendous amount of force. Marla kept squeezing the handle
until her drudge’s vaginal walls felt like steel cords ready to snap.
Pooch bit her lip in distress but kept quiet.
“Can we secure her at her waist and knees?”, asked Shandra. “Even my
best trained whores can’t stay still for the needle up there. She’ll
soon be trying to crawl out of her hide.” 
Some hemp rope was obtained and Pooch’s knees were secured so that
they straddled the block over which she had knelt for the better part
of a week. Her waist was tied to the block the rope secured to eye
bolts in the sides. Both Marla and her guest pulled on the rope, using
their feet against the top of the block for leverage, making sure it
was as tight as they could get it. 
With her slave secured Marla took her first good look into the gaping
twat. She had never seen a  girl’s insides before. 
“Do you see the dimple in the middle there?”, asked Shandra. “That’s
the entrance to her womb. In close to the dimple you can’t push the
needle in very deep, maybe a half an inch. You don’t want to push it
all the way through there. About an inch and a half away you can go
much deeper, the needle will just run up the uterine wall which is
quite thick. I usually shoot the poison into about twelve spots in a
spiral patten away from the middle. Are you going to do it or do you
want me to?”
“She’s my bitch so I may as well do it, besides I have to learn”.
Marla kneeled behind Pooch’s ass holding the syringe in her hand.
Shandra shoved the ball gag back into the slave’s mouth so she would
have something to bite down on. 
Pooch broke out into a cold sweat. She couldn’t imagine what she was
going to feel but she knew that she would never forget it.
Her vagina was spread so wide that the first thing that she felt was
the tip of the needle contacting her cervix near its opening. She
tensed digging her finger nails into the palms of her hands. Marla
paused for a second, checking the location of the broad needle tip.
Satisfied she pushed. At first the flesh resisted penetration. Marla
pushed a little harder. Pooch’s flesh yielded to the steel. A drop of
blood leaked from the puncture. Pooch’s eyes filled with tears and she
began to groan. Marla kept shoving the needle in deeper. The groan
turned into a cry. Still the needle went further. Finally Marla pushed
on the plunger sending in the first dose of the searing venom. Cries
turned to screams. Pooch would have gladly changed places with Jesus
Christ on the cross. Marla pulled out the syringe.
“You seem to have a knack for this,” said Shandra. “You can see
though, why we had to tie her down. That was just the first one”
When Marla looked up the slave’s cunt she could see the swelling
already beginning. The delicate pink flesh around the puncture had
instantly turned to red.
“Are you sure this is safe?”, Marla asked. 
“Yea,” was the response. “I do it all the time when my sluts are
indisposed for some special occasion. If they’re not allergic to the
venom it’s no more dangerous than shooting it in their tits.”
Reassured and pleased, Marla proceeded with the rest of the
injections. 
Pooch could never describe in words the series of sensations that
followed the crunching sound as the thick syringe broke through her
outer membrane into the meat of her cervix. At first there was a jab
of sharp pain. It increased until it started to run up the length of
her body right up to her neck equally sharp along the whole length. It
finally reached all the way to her right eye making it feel as if it
were going to split. No force in the world, short of one that killed
her, could have stopped the hysterical screaming. She wanted to die
and she wanted it to happen right away. 
Pooch remembered that Marla had told her that no matter how much she
hurt that it could always be made much worse. After a half dozen
injections she couldn’t believe anything could be worse.
Pooch noticed that she could remember just about every word that Marla
had ever said to her. Her world had become so focused on Marla. Pooch
strained to hear every word for fear of missing something and having
to ask Marla to repeat herself or facing the risk of being found
disobedient because she hadn’t understood a command or heard it wrong
and did something incorrectly. She was dying and as far as Pooch knew,
she wasn’t even being punished for anything. All that had happened was
that her period had begun at an inconvenient time for her mistress.
She couldn’t help that. 
Her cervix became increasingly inflamed and tender. The pain from each
new needle puncture eclipsed the pain of the last. 
>From out of the background another sensation began to creep up over
the pain of the piercing. As the walls of her cervix swelled the organ
began to pulse, sending a very dull throbbing pain that radiated to
fill her entire pelvis. Even the bone ached. Pooch’s body glistened
from sweat. 
“You’re out far enough from the center now to push the needle in a lot
deeper. It will only go up the thick wall of the uterus.”
Shandra’s words were devastating. This wasn’t her fault. How could
they be standing there calmly discussing how they could hurt her more
than they already were. Pooch was suffering as she had never suffered
before, going out of her mind in pain and it still wasn’t enough for
her torturers. How could it be that anybody could fail to feel pity
for her. If they only felt a little of what she was going through she
was sure they would, but her mistress had just been instructed to
shove the needle in a lot deeper. Marla had been so right about always
being able to make her suffering worse. The next puncture went in at
least an inch and a half. Pooch’s voice failed. She threw up all over
the floor. Some of the vomit splashed up on Shandra’s shoes and
stockings. All Pooch could do afterwards was emit a rapid stream of
grunts. She truly sounded more like a pig than a human being. She was
being treated as though she were worth far less. 
The eleventh injection emptied what was left in Marla’s syringe. 
For Pooch, the word violation couldn’t begin to describe what she had
just gone through and she had been absolutely helpless in doing
anything about it. 
“After the initial pain wears off and the itch begins she’ll fuck
anything big enough to scratch the entry to her womb. She’d fuck a
horse if you let her. It can lead to some interesting scenarios
seniorita.”
Marla had no real liking for her Filipino guest. She thought she was
vulgar and had definitely let herself go, still she had to admit that
Shandra was extremely knowledgeable in getting the most out of her
whores. Without Shandra, Marla would have never thought of doing what
she had just done. She wondered what else she would learn from her
today .
For Pooch the fact that the monstrous syringe had stopped punching
holes out of her cervix only meant that she could now better focus on
the effects of the poison. As it spread through the fibers of her
flesh more nerve endings became irritated. Her insides began to burn.
Capillaries opened up gorging the cervix and lower uterus with blood
and causing more swelling and heating. She began to hyperventilate. As
the cervix continued to swell it pushed against her bladder. 
It hadn’t been emptied since diner last night. Urine was beginning to
back up into her kidneys. The interplay between her bulging cervix and
bulging bladder was interesting to say the least. Neither organ could
be reduced in volume from compression, instead, as they push against
each other their shape changed They both get flatter and wider. This
caused them to push against other organs like the large intestine and
the uterus even pushed against her ovaries. The easiest of all
directions for the cervix to grow was straight down into the slave’s
vagina, inverting the opening into the womb as it grew. This caused
tremendous stretching of her opening walls at the head of her cervix.
A similar inversion occurred at the other end of the birth passage. It
was inverting into her womb with similar distention of the surface.
The next time Marla and Shandra looked inside their subject’s dick
canal they would see her now scarlet red cervix within a couple of
inches of the vaginal sphincter.
“You noticed that you didn’t use anywhere near the entire length of
your needle.” Shandra intoned. “The reason for both its length and its
diameter is so that if for any reason your slut hasn’t resumed a good
flow within fourty eight hours you have to go in and extract the slime
from her uterus by drawing it out with the syringe. You push the
needle in, right up to the hilt, following her opening with the tip of
the needle. This can be slow because depending on the swelling the tip
might not emerge into the womb for four or five inches. You then draw
out any fluid.”
Shandra went on, “I make my whores eat their period. It helps them
recover lost nutrients and is in the interest of their own good
health. Of course they have to fight to see who will eat mine. The
lucky slut gets to sleep with her mouth wrapped around my snatch and
then follow my pussy around all day catching my drippings. Back to the
subject. As you fail to fill the syringe you pull it out a bit further
and draw on it some more pulling in any liquid until the needle tip is
at the entrance and you can’t get any more fluid. Repeat it four hours
later and then again next day. If she isn’t draining in two days then
phone Steve, but not sooner. These problems work themselves out almost
all the time so you don’t want to disturb the doctor without good
reason.”
Shandra noticed Pooch was hyperventilating. She interlaced her fingers
making a tight ball then sent them crashing, from over her head, into
the very center of Pooch’s back knocking the wind out of the helpless
girl. “Never let them hyperventilate. They do it to get high and dull
their senses to the pain. It can cause brain damage.”
“Thanks for the tip.”
Marla walked up to Pooch’s sweat drenched head squatted in front of
her, shoes standing in the vomit, and cradled Pooch’s dripping head on
her lap She had layered a series of rags on her skirt so that it
wouldn’t get dirty. Curiously Marla felt no revulsion from all the
foul matter. It was as though Pooch was not just her property Pooch
was an integral part of her and normal people are not repelled by
their own filth. Marla began to clean Pooch’s face, first wiping it
gently with a warm moist cloth and then drying of her whole head in a
thick towel. When she had finished Marla continued to stroke Pooch’s
hair, then her face, being more tender than she had ever been with any
man knowing what her whimpering drudge had just gone through; though
how could she really have any idea what it was like and what the abuse
continued to do to her captive’s  female organs?
After several minutes of stroking Marla began to talk softly to her
charge. 
“It’s not fortunate for you that Shandra is here today. I’m sure that
you will have to go through this many times in the future because of
her. You might even get used to it, though I doubt it. The good thing
is that it will help me to get better use out of you making you
available to perform tasks that you might not otherwise be able to do
on that day. You should feel happy that your mistress now has a tool
to control your nasty period with, if she wants to.” Marla continued
to stroke her slave’s face. “It won’t be like this all the time. As
you truly become my slave and release all of your will to my direction
there will be more and more times were you to will enjoy bliss. How
fast this happens will depend a lot on you. Right now though, you are
a long way from being the slave that I intend to make you.
Unfortunately, for you, the molding tool that I am going to use the
most is pain. Heavy, monstrous, terrifying, agonizing, will
destroying, ego crushing, unbearable pain, though you will find that
you will indeed bear all the pain that I will give you. Today you will
start your training in surrendering to me. We will also have to
address punishing you for those outstanding infractions. You will
learn that I take punishment very seriously and I will expect no less
from you.”
“I am now going to attach your new collar around your neck. It will
probably feel heavy at first because of all the metal and batteries.
It does have a leather covering. Once this collar is fastened around
your neck it can’t come of, there is no unlocking mechanism. I expect
that you will wear it the rest of your life. The collar works like
those invisible fence collars dogs wear. Sensors guard the perimeter
of the property. If you cross the boundary you will get an electrical
jolt to your neck strong enough to knock you out. You will try it out
later on so that you have no doubt in your mind that there is no
chance for you to get across. You can’t shove enough insulating
material between the collar and your neck because the voltage is too
high. You can’t cut through it because there are numerous trip wires
that trigger the collar when cut. Only I control the collar with my
remote control. I can turn it off if you have to be transported
anywhere and I can set it  off at any time if I feel you have gotten
out of hand. It’s got four shiny chrome steel rings for lots of
attachment points. The collar even has your name engraved in the
leather. It says, ‘POOCH - TOILET SLAVE’ on the brightest shiniest red
leather that you ever saw. I think it’s very attractive.”
Marla splayed open the collar and wrapped it around Pooch’s neck. She
brought the two ends of the shiny red collar together behind her neck
and snapped it shut forever. The bright collar along with the
rhinestone trim around the lettering immediately drew the eye to it.
“I am sure you will be pleased with how beautiful the collar looks on
you as soon as you get a chance to look in a mirror,” Marla said.
“Speaking of looking I think it’s about time that the blindfold came
off as well as the other restraints. Shandra, perhaps you might
release her ankle cuffs and untie her knees while I free her front
end. I left a new pair of leg irons on top of the desk. You might fit
her with those.”
Marla directed her next comments at her slave while undoing the lock
on the blindfold which had kept Pooch’s attentions focused on her own
inner world for four days. 
“You will find the new irons much more comfortable then the old pair
that you wore. They are made from a light weight titanium alloy, much
harder than steel. All the corners are rounded so as not to cut your
skin and the links in the chain have been coated in plastic so that
you won’t scratch the floor or make a lot of noise. You will find
these things important since I expect few moments, other than those
requiring access to your crotch with spread legs, that you will not be
wearing them.”
Although the morning was overcast, after being without light for so
long Pooch was dazzled by the brightness streaming in through the
large library window. So that was where she had been confined all this
time. She was careful to direct her gaze to the floor, though she was
eager to explore her rediscovered world of light. 
As her superiors fumbled with the restraints Pooch saw her breasts
dangling in the air. Her first reaction was to close her eyes and
clear her sight. When she reopened them nothing had changed. They had
felt large and heavy during her confinement. Pooch had attributed that
to the length of time that she had been forced to stay in the kneeling
position with the boobs dangling over the edge of the box. What she
saw, however, was something she could hardly believe. These weren’t
breasts they were large, ripe watermelons, painted in Halloween colors
and covered with dozens and dozens of small scabs where the needles
had penetrated. The skin was still very tight, although the swelling
was down from its maximum. As the reality sunk in that the huge udders
were indeed hers a new sense of horror began to impinge on her
consciousness. She looked like a freak. She could never hope to
disappear into a crowd. Where ever she was people would stare at her.
How could they help it, with her watermelon sized tits and bright red
collar that said toilet slave. Did the depths of her mistresses
cruelty know no bounds?
“I see that you’ve noticed your new rack,” Marla said. “Impressive
isn’t it? After the surgery it should be even bigger. Time to stand
up”.
After the beatings that she had endured and the endless days confined
on her hands and knees standing up was not something that would come
easily. Every joint had grown stiff with time. She tried to stand as
quickly as she could though it wasn’t quickly enough for her mistress.

“Hurry up we haven’t got all day”, Marla said, clearly irritated. “You
will learn that I hate being kept waiting”.
With that Pooch saw the little metal tipped whip Marla was dangling in
her hand, with which she had become acquainted at the beginning of her
stay in the infirmary, disappear from view only to hear it whistle
through the air and crack in between her shoulder blades. Pooch could
only gasp, in response the skin ripping sting. She redoubled her
efforts to stand up. As she stood her heavy udders pulled on her
shoulders and tightened the skin. The weight was uncomfortable and
very unnatural. To add to her discomfort, the change in position of
her bags made them ache all over again. The swelling of her uterus
down into her vagina created the sensation of having a large dildo up
her twat. Under the circumstances it just made getting around even
more awkward. At the very least her mistress could let her pee.
Doesn’t Marla realize that her kidneys could be damaged, Pooch
thought. The torment in her bladder and kidneys was beginning to rival
that of her tortured cervix. Her mind raced from one pain to another,
making it very difficult to concentrate on anything else. Her balance
was still unsteady. 
Marla again spoke up. The cut across her back stung like blazes. Pooch
tried to listen. She felt so terribly exposed, so terribly naked and
so sore. 
“You will be responsible for all of the care and maintenance of this
household. You will do all the cooking, all the cleaning, including
laundry, and all other services that are required of you. That
includes performing the most intimate of services in any way that
you’re instructed. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SO FAR...” Marla screamed
directly into Pooch’s ear. 
It made Pooch feel so small and worthless. She believed that Marla was
intentionally trying to damage her hearing just to make it more
difficult to obey. 
Pooch was right. Marla saw no reason for good hearing in a slave.
Partial deafness would only force the slave to be more attentive, to
stay closer. Marla was still at the stage where she couldn’t get
enough of dominating her toy. If she could she would play with her
toy, shaping it, 24 hours per day. She imagined she would be brought
to orgasm by the thrill of laying on a good hiding to the struggling
screaming bitch. She couldn’t wait to find out. Marla decided that
morning that if Pooch was well enough to leave the infirmary she was
well enough to receive the punishment that she was due. 
Marla began to feel angry when she thought about the slave’s most
serious infraction; trying to talk Ed into letting her escape. The
slut was going to break her agreement with Ed when she found out that
Ed had handed over her ownership to Marla. Marla thought, “the slut
hates me”.
The feeling she was hated made it easier for Marla to try and be
especially cruel to Pooch.
Pooch nodded her head indicating that she understood.
Marla went on. “I will be watching you all the time looking for
faults. When I find a fault with you I will record it and you will be
punished for it. That means if I find just one crumb on the kitchen
floor when I get up in the morning you will be punished. When I
administer punishment I always believe that you get away with far more
than what you get caught for. When there is any doubt in my mind the
doubt will not be decided in your favor. I will be looking not only at
your performance but also your attitude. I don’t care how well you eat
pussy, if the person you’re  eating doesn’t believe that you’re having
the most wonderful experience of your miserable life, you are in big
trouble.”
“This is roughly your schedule,” Marla went on. At four thirty in the
morning you will go to the kitchen to make fresh croissants and clean
the floors and counters. You will have prepared our breakfast for
seven o’clock according to instructions from the day before. I will
have breakfast in my night cloths and be sitting in the toilet chair.”
Marla paused........... “You remember, ...the chair from the trial.
I’ll be having my morning pee and dump in your mouth while I have
breakfast. That will also be your breakfast. I imagine Ed will pee in
your mouth as well. My dessert will be your tongue licking me
spotlessly clean.” 
“Afterwards you will wash the breakfast dishes and help me dress. Whom
ever leaves the house last will put you in the pit till we get back.
The time that you spend in the pit is considered sleep time. It’s the
most restful place that you will ever be. Even though I have made the
house virtually escape proof for you I will not trust you alone in the
house.
“Your lunch will come down the feeder pipe. I expect everything sent
down the pipe to end up in your stomach. If you feel like relieving
yourself then feel free to go on the floor; otherwise you have to wait
till one of us gets home. Then you can go in the bucket... outside.
The only place you will ever relieve yourself inside the house is in
the pit. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!!”, Marla screamed into Pooch’s other ear
causing the slave to cringe at the verbal assault. 
Pooch quickly nodded her head again. Both her ears were now ringing.
“After our return you will be released to make dinner and do general
house cleaning including laundry. By the way, the washing machine has
already been removed and replaced by an extra wash tub. You will do
laundry every day and you will do it by hand.”
“At nine-thirty you will make yourself available to us in the living
room. That doesn’t give you much time for your chores so you had
better work fast. At that time you will either entertain us with your
charms or you will undergo training so that you may become better at
your work.”
“At around midnight you will receive your evening meal and then help
us prepare for bed. While we sleep you will spend the night tongue
cleaning every inch of the master washroom and available to be my
personal toilet or anybody else’s toilet paper. You see, as your
collar, and latter on your brands, indicate your prime role will
always be as the household toilet slave. Your mouth will take in any
and all of my excrement directly, I will even try to train myself not
to use the bathroom while outside the house. Your tongue will replace
the toilet paper for everybody else that may be here. I have gone so
far as to remove the toilet paper dispensers from all the washrooms in
the house. At four-thirty the electronic lock will release you from
the washroom so that you may go to your personal preparation area that
has been prepared for you in the playroom. There you will shower,
shave and apply your makeup. I will warn you now that urinating while
showering will not be tolerated and you will be caught if you try.
There are now surveillance cameras in every room of the house that
lock on to the signal from your collar and track your every movement.
They can also pick up every sound you make.”
“The telephones all require an access code to be used. You can be sure
that there will be a record of any failed dialing attempts. Alarms
will also be triggered if you try to enter any area of the house where
you are not supposed to be at the time. You will be videotaped, for
review, twenty-four hours a day. I will be playing an on going game
with you where you will find circumstances that appear to be favorable
for escape. I will be hoping that you try. Trying to escape my control
will be the most brutally punished offense of all and I will enjoy
every second.”
“As you, no doubt, realize I have already spent a small fortune on
toys for you and installing security devices throughout the house. I
imagine the bill from Steve for the physical modifications I want done
to you will  be steep. I don’t intend for you to cost me money. You
will more than earn your keep and pay back all of my expenses. For
that reason your schedule will frequently be interrupted to allow me
to rent you out to groups and individuals that have a need for a pain
slut-toilet slave like yourself. Mark and Garret are already
interested in using you in films. You remember they put together the
Jasmine video. Jordan said he could use you at certain parties. I’m
sure that as people see the uses that you can be put through demand
for your time will grow.”
“Now before I show you your new clean up facility there is still the
matter of all this vomit everywhere. You will lick it of our hose and
shoes, so we don’t track it throughout the house, and then you will go
to the kitchen and bring back your feeding bowl, which you will see on
the floor, and a rubber spatula. I want every last bit scraped off the
floor and placed into the bowl. I won’t have any food go to waste, it
will be your lunch today.”
Each dominatrix chose a seat in the library. Marla chose her recliner
while Shandra chose the Louis XIV red velvet chair. Both ladies sat
tall and straight, legs crossed, shoe presented for licking by a
willing tongue. 
“I want you to spend most of the time licking the bottoms of the
shoes,” Marla addressed Pooch in an exaggerated dominant voice.
“Start with the hose and quickly clean down until you get to the soles
and heels. That’s where you belong anyway, and that’s where you will
clean the most. I want your tongue in every seem, every nook and every
cranny. Every pit and seem better be dust free. You will make sure
that by the time your finished the sole will be the cleanest part of
the shoe. Start with my guest.” 
Pooch hurting really badly was afraid that they would hurt her again
if she didn’t do her job right. The slave literally dove back onto her
hands and knees right by Shandra’s dangling foot. 
Pooch thought, “Shandra’s the one that told Marla how to torture my
cunt and cervix”. The cold steel spreader had stretched her so wide
open that her pussy hole still looked like a gaping mouth. She
wondered what else this hideous, cruel, woman would tell her mistress
that she would regret? How many more tortures would Marla learn from
her. Without really thinking about it Pooch started picking off the
flakes of vomit from the nylon using her pursed lips and then cleaning
of her lips with her tongue. She looked like a bird pecking at grubs. 
Pooch used this cleaning technique all the way down to the tops of
Shandra’s shoes. Shandra was only splashed a little when Pooch had
brought up the contents of her stomach, mostly Marla’s morning dump.
Pooch didn’t think she could eat it again. When her nose first came in
contact with the sole of Shandra’s shoe, Marla instructed her to use
her tongue on the soles of the shoes. What was there was mostly just
street dirt. 
Marla’s shoes were another story. She had stood in and walked around
in the barf totally oblivious too it. 
Marla had always been neat and meticulous in everything she did. Now,
at least as long as she was at home, she was released from her former
habits. She could live in an environment even more clean, neat and
organized without lifting a finger to keep it that way. It would be
fun to find out just how much of a slob she could become and still
have her slave keep up with the housekeeping. Walking around,
oblivious to the filth on the floor, was just a start in her new life
style. She would never wipe the mud from her boots again, or put away
her clothes or do the dishes or clean or wash or iron or make the bed
or cook or even take out the garbage. She could toss the breakfast
dishes on the floor and walk away every morning if the notion overtook
her. She could shit on the sofa and Pooch would have to clean it up.
She’d deliberately mess things up as she walked by just to leave a
trail. Marla so looked forward to the change, it would be so much fun.
Marla addressed her nervous boot licker who was busy wearing off the
surface of her tongue, “sometimes when I see you doing something in a
way that I don’t like I’ll warn you about it. Don’t take these
warnings lightly, they are an act of mercy to help you adapt to your
new life. My suggestions will stop soon enough and be replaced by
sterner measures.”
“When you begin licking my shoes I expect you to get much more into
it. Remember that cleaning my shoes is a privilege that you would kill
to perform,....... dear. I didn’t create the third commandment just to
pass the time. I know full well that your whole body probably feels
like one raw nerve ending, but that’s entirely your problem and of no
concern to mine. Get used to that idea. If you’re too sick to perform
you can always be put in the infirmary otherwise I will treat you as
though you are perfectly fit. I haven’t reset the healing machine yet.
Would you like to go back to the block?” Marla’s voice was without the
faintest sign of humor or warmth..
The cold voice chilled Pooch. The feeling of debasement was pushed
aside for the moment to allow renewed concentration on her task and
even more fear of her merciless future. She wasn’t throwing aside her
humanity quickly enough. The fact that she could only survive by
becoming some other animal, a much lower animal, that didn’t feel
shame, had no self respect, no desires or dreams. She would have to go
through life totally devoted to pleasing everyone around her at her
own expense, ignoring her own pain be it physical or emotional. Pooch
was finding it difficult to turn into this animal. She knew that the
sooner she did the sooner she would relieve herself of much of the
pain. For now she would suffer the pain . 
It was so hard.
”Come over here and start on mine,” ordered Mistress Marla. 
Pooch stopped immediately scurrying as fast as she could to her
mistress’ dangling foot. Hurriedly she struggled to clean her mouth so
she wouldn’t get any vomit stuck on her lips or tongue on Marla’s
shoe. She caressed the shoe using the deepest recesses of the insides
of her lips. and the fronts of her gums. Pooch was afraid to use her
tongue on the top of the gray pumps. She could taste the blood on her
tongue from washing Shandra’s shoe’s. Pooch rubbed vigorously yet with
deep sensuality. She groaned in pleasure as her lips looked for specks
of shit on the filthy shoes. Pooch held her legs wide apart to show
her subservience. She thought she could use the sides of her tongue
more when she did the final cleaning of the soles.
Shandra added her opinion, “a lot of times your attitude can save you
from an otherwise failed performance. If you can fake an orgasm with a
gorilla sized cock completely plugging your throat and a dildo that’s
way too large ripping through your anal ring in the fist of a man
that’s not only going to force it up your ass but fuck your ass with
it too, you will be a lot better off. Nobody has any sympathy for
slaves that have to be forced to do everything while kicking and
screaming. They always get it the most of all because they’re not even
trying to live. The criers and beggars don’t fare a whole lot better.
They are seen as juvenile and pathetic not motivated to become good
slaves and instead taking the easier route of becoming cry babies.
Trying hard and showing eagerness and pleasure will save a slave like
you many beatings. Of course, if you are one that enjoys a good tit
whipping or having a catheter shoved into your uterus and inflating a
balloon on the end till you look six months pregnant, then I suggest
the crying and begging approach. It will ensure that you get lots of
extra torture.”
Pooch was now having to swallow mouthfuls of brought up, cold, shit.
Her mistress’s shoe bottoms were covered in it. Her stomach revolted
at the acidic, bitter crud she was swallowing but as it would come up
to her throat Pooch would just force it back down. Feeding time was
not an event to look forward to any longer but lunch would be a meal
Pooch would prefer to do without 
Pooch began to think that what she had gotten into was her own fault.
She had been able to walk away and her own needs and insecurities had
caused her to turn down the opportunity. The vomit in the floor was
the result of her own lack of control. She needed to be dominated but
on her own terms like before, not like what was happening now. This
was insanity and she had no choice but to adapt to it. Her bed had
been made and now she would have to sleep in it.
Pooch cleansed her mistress’s shoes for almost twenty minutes while
she chatted with Shandra about things of no importance. Finally bored
of this form of attention Marla ordered her drudge to scoop up the
vomit on the floor into her bowl and then report to the playroom where
she would clean herself up. After almost five days of not washing this
had some appeal to the poor slave though she suspected that Marla
would find a way to eliminate any pleasure.
 The walk to the basement dungeon turned out to be a real eye opener.
During the time of her confinement it appeared that an army had
marched through the house and deliberately vandalized it. Marla had
made sure not to do any task that might be considered slave work.
Clothes had been dropped and left everywhere. Dirt had been tracked
throughout the house by muddy shoes. The kitchen was a disaster area
with dirty dishes not only piled up on the table but when there was no
more room, strewn on the floor. The sink was empty. As she passed the
downstairs powder room Pooch could smell the unflushed toilet and see
towels covered with brown stains on the floor. Marla had said that
there would be no more toilet paper used in the house. Obviously she
had meant it. 
There was all ready some new decor scattered around the house. Hanging
on the wall in the hall Pooch passed a small scourge. It hung with all
six tails spread out like a fan, hanging down. It’s length, including
the handle, looked to be only about two feet. Pooch had been whipped
by far more menacing instruments than that. Except. None of them had
been barbed. Each tail had at least two, some had three rusted iron
barbs.
Just an hour ago Pooch had felt as if she were in hell itself. As she
walked through the house she began to see that she was only now
beginning  to walk in through the gates. 



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