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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.



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