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Chapter 10

Several weeks had gone by since my last visit to Pamela's club.  Susan
had turned into a total slut since our visit and the clinic was now
the most popular spot in the company.  During any kind of exam, she
always found a way to let people of either sex get a good view of her
hard ringed nipples or her bare ass.  She found that by sitting on the
counter while talking to a patient on the examining table, they had no
trouble looking up her short mini to see a glint of gold or the fleshy
lips of her smooth pussy.  Naturally, some older women did not like
this but many of the men left her office with a noticeable bulge in
their pants.  I don't think she was fucking anyone else beside me.  I
was using her regularly and had her on a full schedule of piercing and
tattooing.  Her lovely virgin body was becoming my private property of
sex.  Every thing I did to her seemed to turn her on more.  In short,
I had created a sexual monster.  When I got a call from personnel late
one Friday evening, I thought nothing of it.  That is until I saw my
boss, Susan and the Director of personnel sitting at the table.  In
front of them on the table was a video cassette.  Susan was looking
down and not talking.  "Would you care to explain what you are doing
in this disgusting movie" the old biddy of a personnel director asked?
"Or do you deny that this is you having sex with those disgusting
little whores?".  "I don't think I have to answer to you" I responded.
"My private life is private.".  "Well, we don't think so " she
answered. "You and this young hussy with disgusting jewelry in her
breasts are fired." I could have fought it but decided I really didn't
really want to work there anyhow.  Susan was very down but she could
always start her own practice just from the guys that got hardons
looking at her.  I couldn't figure out how they got the tape however.
They didn't look like the type that would be into the scene.  Susan
knew however.  It had come in the mail directed to personnel.  Someone
had deliberately had us fired.  I wasn't going to worry about it. A
trip to Pamela would make me forget all about this small shit.  When I
called, I was shocked when Julie informed me that Pamela no longer
needed to see me but had a new slave to train.  I couldn't believe my
ears.  How could she dump me like this?  I had her marks on my body
and now she was tired of me?  Suddenly I knew who had sent the tape.
This obviously was the way Pamela got rid of her old slaves.  Now I
knew what the tattoo lady and the piercing lady had meant. Pamela
wanted to put her mark on you then find someone else.  I was not going
to take this.  If she wanted to play rough, so could I.  I called Jule
back and pumped her form some more information.  Finally, after much
pleading, she gave me the names of some of her former slaves.  With
Susan's help, I started to track these people down.  Most of them were
men but some ladies also had been marked and abandoned by Mistress
when she got bored with them.  I knew that if I could pay her back, I
would have a lot of help. We started working with each other and
eventually found 47 ex-slaves.  All of us were walking around with her
mark somewhere on out body.  We decided that we would turn the tables
on her big time.   We found a new person to act as bait.  He was a 20
year old surfer whom I knew Pamela would love to get her whip and
hands on.  He succeeded in setting up an appointment at his house near
Malibu.  Pamela was promised a fully stocked dungeon and privacy.
Julie helped us by encouraging the mistress to take on the young man.
In the meantime, the ex-slaves prepared for their time of revenge.
Some were bringing friends to help make this a real homecoming. The
night arrived for Pamela's private hell and we gathered down the
street from the private beach house on the bluffs. After I saw her car
go down the private drive, we all started walking toward the house.
The bait had left the back door unlocked and we slipped into the
house. Upstairs we heard Pamela's stern voice telling him what a
worthless slut he was. She ordered him down to his room and to prepare
to have his ass whipped until he learned the meaning of respect.  "Is
this right Pamela?" I asked her. While she was surprised to see me,
she kept her icy cool.   When the rest of her ex-sex toys stepped out
of the shadows and surrounded our former mistress, she could only try
to fake her way out.  "How dare you look on me" she snapped. "I order
you to leave now and maybe I will take some of you back." "In the
meantime, I will be leaving." "I don't think so you cunt" I told her.
"You are going to service us tonight." "You are going to get fucked in
the ass by all of the dicks here and then you will lick them clean."
"You will lick these ladies' pussies until they cream on your face."
"You will fuck every man here before you are allowed to leave."  "Many
will want to play with the nice whips we have here." "And finally
Pamela, we have a hot surprise for you." "We are going to brand your
ass." A look of panic went over her beautiful face. "You wouldn't dare
do that, let me go." "Not on your life" several people said and took
hold of her arms.  She was dragged down the stairs to a large room
with only a door.  A device that looked like a rotessiere was in the
center of the room. A person strapped to the supports could be rotated
from on their back to handing from the straps under the rack.  Pamela
struggled but soon she was strapped to the x-shaped rack. Her
beautiful custom leather clothes were sliced off with sharp knives and
she was left naked   Cutouts gave ample access to the space between
her open legs and her pouting mouth.  From the group of revengeful
people, a beautiful small girl who bore a purple rose on both of her
breasts carried a large candle.  She held it above Pamela's nipples
and watched as the hot melted wax hit the pierced flesh. My former
mistress gave a small gasp but did not yell out loud.  Hot drops of
wax were dripped over her stomach and her open pussy lips.  The girl
was getting her satisfaction for not having the pleasure of serving
the former major force in her life. A hard kiss on the pussy and then
she drew back.  A hard looking redhead with "Pam" tattooed on her
right breast emerged from the group completely naked.  In her hand was
a paddle that had holes drilled in it.   "This cuts the wind
resistance and lets me hit you harder bitch." An adjustment to the
table was made and Pam was now hanging from the underside of the beams
with her beautiful buttocks exposed to all. The redhead put real anger
into her swing and cracked Pamela's ass.  You could see little red
circles where the cutouts had been. The loud smacking almost drowned
out the sound of Pamela's cries.  There was no need to gag her
tonight.  None would hear her screaming.  In fact, it was a turnon to
some of the people to hear her beg for mercy.  Another man approached
her face and forced his large cock down her throat.  "Suck it bitch
and don't bite or I'll brand your tits also."  Pam sucked on the hard
flesh as hard as she could to keep this from happening.  Her ass
jumped as the paddle came down repeatedly.  The man got red faced and
then started to pump his cock into her face until he let out a yell
and showered her face with his cream.  No time was lost before another
hard prick took its place in her throat.  Another woman had now taken
over the paddling of the red ass and was not letting up in the force
of the blows.  I almost felt sorry for Pamela but knew she would not
be feeling sorry for me if the roles were reversed.  Several men now
stopped the ladies with the paddle because they wanted to use her
exposed holes.  A tag team was formed and they rotated between fucking
her ass and her hot shaved pussy.  When one would let loose a load
into her ass, another one would ram his cock up her pussy.  Most of
the men would walk around to her face before they came and give her
another coat of sticky white cum.  It was running down the sides of
her face and forming a little pool on the plate someone had placed on
the ground beneath her face.  When it had accumulated, some one would
bring the plate to her mouth and make her lick it clean.  She was also
busy licking the multiple pussies pushed onto her face.  If she didn't
please them, they would get the paddle and brighten her ass to
brighter shade of red.  Heavy clamps were attached to the rings in her
nipples and they stretched down over an inch.  She stopped pleading
after a while and accepted her fate.  She knew that everyone there was
going to fuck her  and beat her as long at they wanted and she could
not stop it. Occasionally some one would grease up her holes if they
got too dry.  I lost count after at least 40 men had fucked one of
both of her exposed rear holes.  The amount of cum that she had been
forced to drink had to be approaching a cup.  When it was my turn to
use my mistresses body, I placed a giant vibrating cock into her
sloppy wet pussy and put it on high.  She was having multiple orgasm
when I rammed my cock hard into her ass.  I could feel the vibrations
coming from her pussy.  Her hot ass seemed to suck me into her.   I
rammed her for all the times she had used mine.  I slammed into her
for the double cross on the movie set.  I pinched and pulled on her
nipples for leaving me without a mistress.  When I felt the cream
rising in my meaty shaft, I went to the front and told her to take it
deep into her mouth.   Shot after shot of my load bathed her tongue
and tonsils.  I had her lick my balls to get every drop she had let
dribble out of her mouth.  I was truly satisfied but the crowd was
not.  The men were on their second erections and they wanted to use
all the holes offered them tonight.  Pamela did her best to drain them
so they would leave but no one wanted to quit.  The women were amusing
themselves by forming a daisy chain on the floor in front of her.
"Please, no more fucking, my ass can't take anymore" she begged.
Since it was nearly dawn, most of the people had to leave.  Now was
the time that they had waited for.  A small charcoal grill had been
burning on the porch all evening and it held a profession branding
iron.  It was brought in glowing white hot.  Pamela started to scream
that she would kill them if they put that on her body.  Her anger only
made the multitude happier. Carefully, they brought the hot metal
toward her well-paddled white and red splotched bottom.  The hot metal
hit her ass with a hiss.   Her whole body stiffened and she screamed
even louder.   "FFFuuuccckkkk" she screamed, "You bastards."  And then
I saw something I never though I would see. She started to cry.  When
they pulled the hot branding iron away, there was a bright red mark on
her ass that read "Fuck Queen Slut."  Tears were rolling down my
mistresses face as she fought the burning pain.  "Goddamn you."
Turning to me she yelled "I will beat you so hard for this." "I will
rip your balls off." "I guess that means you will take me back then" I
said.  There was no reply from the once haughty mistress, only her
sobs.  The people were satisfied now and got ready to leave.  I
reached down and released the restraints from the floor.  Pamela did
not jump up.   She seemed to have no energy left.  I put my arms
around her and lifted her into my arms.  She put her arms around my
neck and let me raise her up.  She sagged against my chest and I could
not believe that she was actually letting me control her.  I took her
into a bedroom and lay her on the bed.  I had put burn ointment and
ice in the room beforehand and now I applied the cream to her ass. The
brand was going to turn out beautifully.  The flesh had burned deep
enough that it would leave white letters that would never tan.  She
let me apply the first aid and cover the area with a gauze bandage.
It would be interesting to be with her when a doctor looked at this.
Slut would always be on her ass but in truth, that was what she was.
And I loved her for it.  I placed an ice bag on the red brand that was
now a permanent part of her beautifully marked ass.  Well, Pamela, how
do you feel" I asked her softly.  "How does it feel to be totally out
of control of your own body?".   "Aside form the burning on my ass, I
didn't mind that much" she told me in a soft voice.  It was the first
time I had ever heard that tone.  "Please don't ever do that to me
again."  "Pamela" I told her, "You know that I don't want to leave
you."  "Why don't we stay together?".   "I need to be in your care
sometimes but I think you need to be the victim sometimes."  "I also
think sometimes you need to be just a normal woman not playing a
role." She looked up at me and the look in her eyes told me that I had
struck home.  "Lets sleep now and I'll let you know tomorrow" she
whispered as she closed her eyes.  I sat there feeling strange and
excited.  I had broken this ice queen and I had made her mine.  The
future now had an excitement that I could almost taste.  With Pamela,
Julie and Susan I had found a way of life that most people would find
strange but I was going to love.  I was in charge. If I wanted to be.
-- ShvedJerry@aol.com

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