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Crystal the French Maid Ch. 01

By: Hubee



You had been working at 'The Big House', as it was known locally, for several weeks now. So far you are fairly happy with almost everything about it. The house is several miles from the nearest town but you are 'living in'. Your room, high on the top floor, may be small but it is comfortable. The work is hardly difficult, especially as your employer has been away since you started. The best part is that the money is fantastic! You find it difficult to understand why you are being paid so much for doing so little. You suspect that part of the reason may be the uniform that you have to wear as part of the job. It is a parody of a 'French Maid's' outfit. It consists of a very short, very tight, black satin dress. It barely covers your lovely arse and flares out from waist with several layers of white petticoat. Your sexy long legs are sheathed in sheer white stockings with lacy tops. The clips of the suspender belt holding them are visible below the hem of your skirt. You walk is hampered by the 5 inch heels on the shiny black stilettos that you wear. The front of your uniform is very low cut. Your corset hoists your breast up and pushes them forward, as if presenting them on a plate. Any movement threatens to spill them out of their fragile restraint. The entire outfit is topped off with a tiny white lace cap and apron. When you were employed it was discretely explained that the uniform was a prerequisite. You remember now how much you needed (still need) the money and how you agreed with barely a second thought.

But now you are starting to wonder again because you have been informed that your employer has returned this day. Previous attempts to learn more about him have revealed only that the other staff are very loyal and tight-lipped. About the only think you have learned is that 'The Master' (as he likes to be known) is British and a little, in the words of the cook, 'eccentric'. You had wondered at the strange smile on her face as she had revealed this piece of information. Was it a smile of fond remembrance?

But now you have been ordered by the butler, Kareem, to attend to the master in his study. You totter into the room on your stilettos and introduce yourself. "Hello Sir. My name is Crystal and I've just started working here.' 

A period of mutual examination ensues. You see a tall, well built man in a brocade robe, sitting in a large armchair. Blonde hair and the most piercing blue eyes. Perhaps 40 years old. I see a pretty girl in her early 20's with a lovely shapely bust and a dancer's body. 5' 6" with long dark brown hair, up in a ponytail. Lovely dark brown eyes gazing demurely up at me. You blush as I continue to stare at you. Then with a wave I instruct you to begin tidying. You jump to your task with alacrity. But every time you bend you are aware that I am staring at your lovely arse. The tiny white g-string, that is part of the uniform has already ridden up between your arse cheeks. Now as you move about you can feel the gusset of your knickers working its way between your pussy lips. You know that I am enjoying the obscene sight that you are presenting. Your cunt lips are bulging out around the thin strip of material. The knowledge that I am staring at your cunt gives you a secret thrill and your pussy starts to tingle and become wet.

I order you to come to me and you hurry over to stand near me. I am sitting in an armchair in my robe and look up at you as wait for my orders. "Are you enjoying your work here Crystal?" I ask. 

"Yes Sir" you reply in a quite voice.

"I am pleased to hear that." I say. "I pay my staff exceptionally well and I treat them exceptionally well because I expect an exceptional standard of service. Woe betides anyone who is not up to that standard. The punishments can be severe. Do you understand me?" Even though you are not sure that you do, you nod. "Then go and fix me a scotch. You will find what you need on the sideboard. You hurry to do as you have been bid. You pour the (no doubt expensive) Scotch from the heavy crystal decanter into the matching glass. Adding a few cubes of ice you turn to carry it to me. As you near me the heel of your shoe catches in the deep carpet and the contents of the glass are deposited all over the front of my robe.

Instantly I am on my feet, enraged. You watch horrified for a moment until I bring my emotions under control. Drawing a deep breath I say. "This is most unfortunate Crystal. Especially as I just got through warning you. Now you will have to discover, first hand, (if you will excuse the pun) about the punishment I mentioned." 

Hand over your mouth you stand, trembling. "What do you mean Sir? Will you dock my pay? I think the drink will sponge out quite easily." 

Shaking my head I explain. "Your punishment will be 'corporal' Crystal. That is to say, physical."

Your mind is a blank for a moment as the words start to sink in. "Nnnooo Sir! You can't mean that." You begin to stutter. 

"I certainly do!" I announce. "Come here and lay across my knee. You will be spanked as punishment. If I have no more trouble from you the matter will rest there." Part of you wants to laugh at the ludicrousness of this suggestion. Instead you can only shake your head. I sit back in my chair, staring straight into your eyes. "Obey now Crystal or leave this house immediately, without a reference. Can you afford to do without the money girl?" I add slyly. This reminder concentrates your thoughts. You know that you need the money, desperately. Besides, how bad can a paddling be? Your employer certainly seems to be more than 'eccentric'. But you decide to put up with his foibles as long as you continue to collect your fat pay-check. Your mind made up you slowly walk forward, still shaking, and lie across my knee.

After a long, agonising pause you feel your short skirt and petticoats being lifted at the back. You flush with shame as you realise what a pornographic sight must be revealed to my eyes. Your arse will look totally naked in your thong panties. Virtually the only covering is the elastic of the garter belt that holds up your stockings. Then you realise that this is hardly a problem when compared to the fact that you are about to be spanked by your boss, a man you met only minutes before.

Distracted by these thoughts you are totally unprepared for the first blow. The pain and the 'THWACK' of flesh on flesh arrive at the same time. You yelp with pain and tears spring into your eyes. You desperately move your hands round to shield your arse from further blows. A bad mistake! You hear me bellow, "Hands down Crystal! Take your punishment without demure or it will get worse. No noise either or it will get much worse." Reluctantly you move your hands and wait for the next smack.

Once you have submitted I set to work with great relish. I start to cover your pretty backside with a lovely pattern of pink hand-prints. As this goes on a remarkable transformation occurs. The first slaps really hurt and you have to literally bite your tongue so as not to cry out. But after three of four wallops your arse becomes warm and the sensations change. As this glowing warmth seems to increase in temperature you start to feel the heat rise in other areas. You are amazed to realise that the feelings of pain have changed to pleasure and that your clitoris has started to buzz, your pussy juicing up. Now you are biting your tongue to prevent moans rather than cries. You don't want me to realise that you have begun to enjoy yourself. But your body is betraying you. You start to wriggle around on my lap, trying to rub your increasingly wet pussy on the erection that you can feel growing beneath you.

Suddenly the spanking stops and you hear yourself moan with frustration. Then you feel my fingers probe between your buttocks. The wet material of your panties is fished out from between your slick, puffy, pussy lips. The sight revealed to my eyes is incredibly horny and you feel my cock harden further under you. Your cunt is slick with your juices. Your labia have swollen and opened to reveal the depths of your slit. You hear my sharp intake of breath as I see the evidence of your arousal. "What a filthy whore you are Crystal." I say. "You love having your arse tanned don't you?" 

Your silence brings another swift slap and a hurried response from you. "Yes Sir! I enjoyed you spanking me." Pleased with your answer I jam deep two fingers deep into your cunt. They slide into you, up to the second knuckle, without resistance. This unexpected intrusion comes as a pleasant surprise. You thrust your hips back to force my fingers deeper inside you. 

Your reaction makes me laugh and say. "I think you are going to enjoy working here girl." With that I take my fingers from your cunt and push them in front of your face. Knowing what is expected you greedily suck them clean, tasting your own sweet cunt juices and enjoying the feeling of being so slutty. 

"But you have disobeyed me Crystal. I told you no noise and I seem to distinctly remember you moaning just recently. Stand up and touch your toes." I order. You hurry to comply. As you bend your skirt lifts up exposing your arse and pussy completely. As you bend and clasp your ankles you can see me between your wide spread legs as I take a long, thin bamboo cane from a cupboard. You shiver with anticipation as I approach and then scream with a mixture of pleasure and pain as the switch lashes your buttocks. Several strokes later you are amazed to realise that you are close to coming. Your cunt is so wet that your juices are flowing from your fuck hole and running down your thighs. Once your arse is uniformly covered with lovely red stripes I change my stroke to underhand and bring the cane up to lash your wide open cunt. My aim is good and the tip catches your engorged clit, hard. Incredibly this triggers an instant and explosive orgasm that rips through your body. You see flashes of light behind your eyes and all your muscles spasm. Unable to stay on your feet you collapse to your knees.

As you start to pay attention to your surroundings once again you notice me standing in front of you. "I am very pleased Crystal. It seems that I have discovered a 'natural'. You obviously enjoy pain and humiliation. Now I am going to take you on a journey of discovery. You will discover pleasure like you have never imagined - if you co-operate. If you resist then you will learn more about pain than you could ever want. What is it going to be Crystal? Obey and experience unbelievable pleasure. Resist me and learn a new definition of agony. What will it be?"

You kneel at my feet and gaze up into my eyes. You realise that there is nothing you can do. You know that you must obey and that part of you wants to obey, to be made to do things that you have only dreamed about. Recognising the surrender revealed in your eyes I give you an evil smile and nod. "Very good Crystal, I can see you are ready to do as you are told. Now I want you to beg to suck my cock.."

Crystal the French Maid Ch. 02



You kneel at my feet and gaze up into my eyes. You realise that there is nothing you can do. You know that you must obey and that part of you wants to obey, to be made to do things that you have only dreamed about. Recognising the surrender revealed in your eyes I give you an evil smile and nod. "Very good Crystal, I can see you are ready to do as you are told. Now I want you to beg to suck my cock." 

Very nervous, in a small voice you stammer "M-m-ay I please Sir?" 

With an exasperated roar I shout "I said BEG slut and do it in a nice loud voice." 

Humiliation strips away another layer of resistance and you crumple slightly. Gathering yourself you begin again in a firmer voice "Please Sir, I'm your cum slut whore and I want to suck your cock. Crystal really wants you to use her mouth like a cunt whilst she sucks you." You are shocked at yourself for even knowing some of these word, let alone saying them. 

For my part I am satisfied that you have achieved the required level of pleading and begging. "Very well Crystal you may proceed. But if you don't do it well you will be punished; most severely. Now get on with it!"

You look at my manhood, revealed by my open robe, only half erect but already large. Unconsciously you lick your lips. You lean forward and gently run the tip of your tongue around the head of my prick. Already a drop of pre-cum has appeared and you happily suck it up, relishing the salty taste. You open your mouth and take the head of my cock deeper into your throat. You can feel me swell and grow in your mouth. Knowing that you are giving me pleasure has the effect of turning you on further, making your clitoris tingle. With my own growing arousal I start to push my cock deeper into your mouth, almost making you choke. Eager to avoid further punishment you try and relax to accept the extra cock meat that is being forced down your throat.

Without warning I stand up, with my cock still in your mouth. I reach out my hand and entwine it in your hair. "Are you ready to earn your money now Crystal? I'm going to fuck your face and you will love it!" As good as my word I start to thrust my cock into your wet mouth. Almost immediately the head of my cock begins to jam against the back of your throat, causing you to gag. You try to pull away from my invading member but, ready for your reaction, I tighten my fingers in your hair and prevent you from getting away. I shove my cock deeper into your abused mouth. Looking down I can see your cheeks bulge obscenely as my cock head pistons between your lips. 

With speed born of necessity you open your mouth wider to take my demanding prick. Soon you find yourself coping with your mouthful and realise that you are deep-throating me. In one small part of your mind a tiny voice is protesting, screaming at you to stop. But every other part of you is screaming in a different voice, a voice that cries "MORE" Your tight, hard nipples, dripping wet cunt and the cock in your eager mouth are your only focus. A rhythm builds and soon you can feel my swollen balls slapping against your chin. 

As my excitement grows I withdraw my cock from your mouth, leaving a string of saliva and pre-cum from my prick to your lips. Gazing down at you I ask "I am going to come soon Crystal and I want you to tell me, do you want my spunk all over your face or in your mouth so that you can drink it? Tell me what Crystal wants." 

A few short hours ago such a question would have caused you to react in disgust. But in that time many things have changed and now you are fully into your submissive fuck slut role. You guess at the answer that is required of you and answer "Crystal wants a little of both Sir. Shoot some in my mouth so I can taste it and then the rest all on my face. Would you like that Master?" I nod with satisfaction at your answer and you eagerly take my cock back into your mouth.

Excited by the submission you have shown in your answer, and the ease with which you resume deep throating me, I soon start to feel my orgasm approach. Sensing this you pull back but continue to stroke my shaft. I reach down and gently tilt your face up to receive my spunk. You can feel my erection pump in your hand and at close range you see my cock head swell and the eye open. Then with the power of a volcanic eruption a stream of sperm explodes from my straining penis.

The first few spurts of jism are delivered straight into your mouth, splashing against your tongue. As the power of my orgasm wanes I move closer to your upturned face to ensure you miss none of the spunk. The rest of my seed splashes in a string across your nose and cheeks, the warmth of it seeming to burn your skin. A powerful final spurt sprinkles drops of come in your hair. Overcome by the power of my orgasm I slump back into my armchair whilst you remain kneeling between my knees. Once you know that I am aware of you again you open your mouth to show me the sperm that is pooled there. Obscenely you poke out your tongue, covered in my sperm. Then, staring me straight in the eye with your mouth still open, you swallow all the salty goo with a loud gulp. With one finger you almost absent mindedly scrape up a few random drops of come with a finger and suck it down. "Have I pleased you Sir? Will you punish me more now?" 

I laugh out loud at your questions, a laugh with an edge. "When you entertain my guests tonight I have no doubt that we will find some fault with you. I doubt you will escape discipline of some type." 

Your mind whirls with many thoughts after my statement. What had you let yourself in for? The possibility of more punishment gives you shivers. But shivers of fear, or of excitement? A renewed throb from the moistness between your thighs answers your own question. Puzzled and afraid you ask "Guests Sir? What sort of guests and how will I be expected to entertain them?"

Again an evil laugh accompanies my reply. "I have a number of friends who share the same interests as me. They are gathering here tonight and expect my hospitality to be up to it's usual high standards. But I intend to surpass myself and you will be the main reason that I succeed. You are my sex toy now Crystal and sometimes I like to display my toys; or share them with my friends." Noting the slightest trace of protest in your eyes I continue. "You will have no more right to refuse to play than any real toy. They will order you and you will obey. But some of my friends have rather bizarre tastes and as well as you have performed just now, I think you will try to rebel or object at some point tonight. Of course it will be useless but it will give us the opportunity to really enjoy ourselves with you." 

Changing tack slightly I begin to question you. "In order to predict what things you will bridle at I would like to learn more about your sexual experience. I have the proof that you suck cock well and I'm sure you are a good fuck. But have you ever slept with another woman?" 

Shocked, you give no answer. Swiftly I reach down and give one of your nipples, still engorged with lust, a swift tweak. "Answer slut!" I hiss. 

"N- N- No Sir" you stammer. 

"Ever been buggered?" I whisper. You hesitate, not sure of the meaning of the word, suspicion drawing an icy finger down your back. Seeing your doubt I ask again "Crystal, have you ever been ass fucked?" I say the last two words with tremendous relish. 

Your suspicion has been confirmed and you start to react. Half rising from you kneeling position you nearly forget your submissive role. "Not that you Sir!" you cry. "It hurts too much!" You rush on, words tripping from your mouth "An ex-boyfriend tried to put just one finger in my bottom and it hurt soooo much. Please don't make me do that, please!" 

I roar with delight at your protest, and your admission. "How delightful! An anal virgin. I am going to enjoy this." Dismayed tears start to well in your eyes. I look down at you with an expression that almost appears to be pity. "Don't be upset Crystal, I will make you a deal. I promise that you will not be buggered, unless you specifically ask for it to happen." Slightly reassured you look up at me, whereupon I continue. "But believe me Crystal you will ask for it. In fact I'm sure that eventually you will beg me to fuck your ass, just like you begged to suck my cock. What's more I believe that you will love it." 

To hide your slight feeling of relief you lower your eyes. You know that what I have said can not be true, you would never sink that low. But you still have mixed feelings about this evening, wondering what is going to happen to you. As if reading your thoughts I tell you. "I want you to prepare yourself for my guests. Go to your room. I will send people to assist you. You will obey their orders as if they were my own. Do you understand? Then go!"



Crystal the French Maid Ch. 03



As you leave my room you gradually start to return to your senses. Your sexual excitement is starting to depart. In it’s place feelings of shame and humiliation rush into your mind, accompanied by flash backs to what had just happened. In your mind you can vividly see the things that you I did to you, the things you let me do to you. You recall how my hand punished your bottom, and how much you enjoyed it. You remember how you had sucked the cock of a complete stranger, and swallowed his sperm with delight. Unconsciously your hand goes to your face where my seed is drying and cracking on your skin. You had behaved like a whore and your cheeks flush pink at the memory. You try to convince your self that it had been a temporary aberration, that you would not continue to be used in this manner. But part of you is still revelling in the sensations, amazed at the dark side of your sexuality that has been revealed. With a gasp you recall that I intend for you to entertain my guests. The thought of what may happen suddenly seems too much you. My hints at what you will be expected to do fill you with dread, all the worse for not being able to imagine what might occur. You resolve to leave, to flee, “Fuck the money” you decide. But part of your mind is still trying to picture the scene at tonight’s “entertainment”.

The minute you are in your room you drag the suitcase from the top of the wardrobe and open it on the bed. Only when you fling open the closet do you cry with frustration as you realise that all your street clothes are gone. Your shoulders slump in defeat as you try to imagine walking all those mile to the town in your “uniform” and stiletto heels. Before you have any more time to despair the door opens, without any warning knock. 

Two people enter, Tanya the kitchen girl and Kareem the butler. You recognise both of them from seeing them around the house in the previous week. You had even tried to question the girl about your new employer but she had refused to even speak to you. After watching her for a few days you had realised that she never spoke and began to suspect that the young girl was mute. 

Kareem had always been too imposing a figure to approach and is even more so now. A huge black man, probably 6ft 4inches tall and 250lbs of solid muscle, his head is shaven, which increases the sense of quiet menace that hangs about him. He is dressed very differently now to his usual attire of morning coat and gloves. He is completely clad in black leather. The tightness of his trouser defines his massive thighs and draw your eyes to the enormous bulge of his manhood in the leather. The leather waistcoat he wears is open, revealing each rock hard muscle of his chest and stomach. A sculpture in black marble. 

Tanya also looks very different. She wears an all-in-one PVC cat-suit, so tight it seemed sprayed onto her tiny body. Only about 5’ tall and blonde she looks like a child playing dress up in Mommie’s clothes, if Mom were a PVC fetishist. Her tiny breasts hardly showed under the tight synthetic material.

It is Kareem who finally breaks the silence. “We have come to prepare you. The Master has instructed that you obey me. I have the authority to punish you if you resist. He left the manner of your punishment up to me.” It is obvious from his tone of voice that he is hoping you will give him the opportunity. 

As he glances around the room he sees your suitcase open on the bed. A sudden steely glint of anger enters his eyes as he turns back to look at you. “Trying to leave us? I will have to tell the master about this. He will not be best pleased.” 

If it were possible your heart sinks further. Resigned you ask, “What must I do to prepare?” 

Kareem responds, “Nothing. We will do everything. You will merely obey.” Turning to the girl he says, “You know what to do.”

Tanya walks behind you and begins to strip you. Shaking and with your face downcast to avoid Kareem’s intense gaze, you stand there as the girl undoes the hook and eye attachments at the back of your dress. It slips from your shoulders and falls to the floor, leaving you clad only in your corset, garter belt, stockings and shoes. The corset soon follows and you feel your breasts burst out of their restraints. Even with your eyes closed you can feel the black butler’s gazing intently at what has been revealed, seeming to burn your skin. His voice, when he speaks, almost makes you scream with surprise and forces you to open your eyes to see that he has moved closer. “On the bed Crystal, with your legs spread. Tanya is going to shave you, the way the Boss likes. Now I don’t want any protests unless you are ready for a good, long beating.” He whispers into your ear. 

Terrified, you hurry to comply, pausing only to sweep the suitcase from the bed. Lying on the bed with your eyes closed and your knees drawn back you continue to shake, until you hear a mechanical buzzing noise. Your eyes fly open, What now you wonder? These people are capable of anything. With a start you see Tanya kneeling between your legs, wielding a large and powerful looking electric razor. Resigned to the inevitable you slump back on the bed and close your eyes once more as if trying to shut out the horror.

You feel the first touch of the machine on your skin and flinch. You hear Kareem laugh. “Careful Crystal, don’t move. We don’t want anything cut off by accident do we? Be careful girl,” he adds. But Tanya is very skilled. You feel the machines trimmer attachment scythe through your pubic hair but dare not look. Having trimmed away the majority of the curls the girl switches to shaving your pubic region completely smooth. Almost immediately the cold steel of the machine buzzing against your most intimate parts starts to produce unusual sensations. You flinch suddenly when Tanya delicately moves your labia as she shaves closer and closer to your sex. Still you do not move too much for fear of being cut, but your disgust at being touched by another woman makes your stomach churn. 

At last the machine is silent and you open your eyes to discover what has happened. As you gaze down you see a number of things. Your pussy is completely bald, shining and clean. Looking innocent and virginal at the same time as being sluttish. Still kneeling between your knees is the silent girl, holding the shaver. The look of outright lust on her face as she stares at her handiwork, your naked slit, is enough to make you flinch back on the bed. To make matters worse Kareem is behind her, staring intently over her shoulder at your cunt as well. 

His face is also lustful and he leers at you and says “Mighty fine cunt you got Crystal. Sometimes the boss lets me have some when him and all the guests are done, if I’m lucky. I sure hope I get lucky tonight. Later, when you have cum dripping from every hole in your body, you better look out for old Kareem. He gonna come and give you a real fucking.” 

All you can do is cringe away as the girl leaves the room and the butler continues to stare at your depilated cunt. You now know that all your worst imaginings will not match the reality of what is about to happen to you. When Kareem orders you to dress in the clothes he has bought you get some idea of what is in store.

The outfit is all in black, mainly leather. A mini skirt goes on over your stockings and garter. The leather halter leaves your breasts exposed and hoisted high as the black man laces it tight from behind. The crotchless knickers also leave you exposed, your cunt and ass easy to view, or touch. As a final touch the black butler secures a large studded dog collar around your neck. He steps back to examine the whole package and nods in approval. “I think you will keep them all entertained for the longest time. But we have kept the guests waiting long enough. Shall we go?” Without waiting for an answer to his rhetorical question he roughly grabs your arm and start to guide you to your fate.

Your mind is in a whirl and you are barely aware of your surroundings as the huge butler half leads, half drags you through the endless corridors of the house. You come to your senses only when Kareem stops in front of a huge wooden door and unlocks it with a large key. As the door opens you are struck by a number of impressions. A cold draft issues from the doorway carrying a number of scents to you. You can detect smoke, incense and something else, the smell of sex, unmistakable to your heightened senses. You have only a moment to wonder at what lies beyond this portal before the door is closed and locked behind you. Once again your fellow servant takes your arm and begins to lead you down a dimly lit flight of stone steps, towards who knows what.

At the bottom of the stairs your eyes open wide at the scene that is revealed to you. Never in all your years have you seen anything to compare with this. The room is the most authentic looking dungeon you have ever seen. Great brick vaults form the ceiling and the walls are rough-hewn stone. The floor is made of flagstones, partially covered by richly embroidered rugs. You can only guess that the space was once the house’s wine cellar. Enormous candles burn on tall candlesticks and the smell of incense is stronger now although you can’t see where it is burning. On the walls are an array of implements, only a few of which you recognise. You glimpse canes, paddles and whips. Hanging from the ceiling are various pulleys ropes and chains, the purpose of which you can only guess at. Despite not knowing their use you are filled with dread. Your imagination is running riot and your fears seem worse than any possible reality, or are they? Your head swims as you try and take in the scene. Despite the distractions your attention is most drawn to those people who are present. Six men, including my self, are seated in a semi-circle of comfortable armchairs. We all wear tuxedos and it is obvious that an excellent meal has been consumed. Most of the men are puffing large cigars and enjoying a no doubt excellent brandy. Standing beside the large open fire is the only woman guest. She is, like all the guests, in her late 30’s or early 40’s with a hard, predatory look. She has the pale skin of someone who apparently never sees the sun. Her skin is contrasted by blood red lipstick and hair as black as coal. 

Your arrival causes quite a stir and the guests rise and move to surround you. You begin to feel like a farm animal up for auction as their appraising eyes take in your figure. You can only stand, eyes downcast and cheeks burning with humiliation, as they examine you. You almost jump at the sound of my voice. “At last, Crystal, our star attraction for tonight. I told you she was something special didn’t I?” He says to the guests. “I can see you are not disappointed.” I stop talking as Kareem draws me to one side by the elbow and begins to whisper in my ear. You see a look of anger grow on my face and you remember the butler’s threat to tell of the suitcase and your attempt to escape. If it were possible your heart sinks even lower and once again your stomach begins to turn over with fear. At the conclusion of the whispered conversation I merely nod and turn to the guests. “It would appear that Crystal is eager for her punishment to begin as she tried to leave before we were able to enjoy her. I will have to think of a suitable punishment.” Without looking at the butler I add, “Suspend her Kareem, whilst I consider the options.” 

The huge black man pauses only to take a device from the wall and approaches you, with a look of sick satisfaction in his eyes. Defeated you give no resistance as he places a leather manacle over each of your wrists and cinches them tight. You notice that the bracelets are linked by a short piece of chain. Roughly manoeuvring you into position he secures your ankles in similar straps which are secured by chains to thick bolts, set into the floor. They are placed at such an interval that your legs are spread to the extreme once you are secured. As you dumbly watch a hook on a chain is lowered from the ceiling and placed through the chain between your wrists. Without warning the chain and hook are wrenched upward, pulling your manacled hands above your head. Intense pain shoots through your shoulders and wrists and the involuntary gasp torn from your throat brings an admonishment, of sorts, from me. “Careful Kareem, we don’t want to hurt her too much; yet.” 

The gust of laughter from those assembled sickens you but you feel yourself being lowered slightly, until you can take some of the weight off your straining shoulders by standing on tip toes. But you are totally helpless. Your legs are spread wide and hands stretched above you. You can feel the chill of the cellar on your exposed nipples and cunt as you swing slightly from side to side. My guests stand admiring you. But it is the attention of the woman that you find most disturbing.

“Now please gentlemen; and lady of course.” I say, suddenly the master of ceremonies. “Please take your seats for the warm-up event. I know that you have all had the chance to enjoy our next guest before, but I am sure you can think of something new to do to her that will titillate us all. And I also think that a demonstration is in order for Crystal of what she can expect in the near future.” I say, with a significant glance in your direction. “The usual rules apply.” I say as I take up a deck of cards, “High card has the first half hour.” With that you deal a card face up in front of each person on the low table in front of the armchairs. With obvious delight one of the male guests claims the honour with a queen and shows the others his winning card. “Lucky old Paul!” I crow with obvious delight at the looks of disappointment on the faces of the others, “You have my slave girl for the next 30 minutes.” 

Terrified that I am referring to you twist to look around the room, ignoring the renewed pain in your shoulders. Suddenly you notice Tanya, the kitchen girl being lead forward by Kareem to the space between where you dangle and where the party of sadists are seated. You wonder when she came in, or if she has been here all along. The tiny girl is still wearing the shiny, synthetic suit from her visit to your room. But now you notice that various strategic patches have been removed, exposing her pussy and ass as well as her tiny breasts. You notice with a shock that both her nipples are pierced with heavy brass rings. Whilst her breasts are small her teats are enormously enlarged. You cannot tell if this is because of the rings or due to nature. 

The man I had called Paul circles the girl as she stands, eyes down and hands clasped behind her back, for all the world like a naughty school girl in the headmasters office. Paul is a large man, slightly overweight with thick, greying hair. He towers over the slight figure of the serving girl as he walks around her, examining from every angle. Having considered the options Paul begins to take devices from the walls and from drawers in previously unnoticed cupboards. Coming up behind the girl he places the circlet of a handcuff over one skinny arm, just above the elbow, and jams it tight. Pulling her other arm back he secures it in the corresponding position. Now the girl has both arms pulled back and tightly secured as the man forces her to the floor by the link between the cuffs. Tanya submissively lowers her forehead to the floor, raising her ass in the air. Then the next “treat” is displayed to the assembled guests. The girl is unable to see that Paul is holding what you recognise to be a butt plug. It is around 8 inches long and tapering, like a carrot, with a flange at the thickest end. 

Without hesitating, or explaining to the compliant figure on the floor, the large man places the tip of the butt plug against the girls exposed anus and begins to push. You expect the girl to react and struggle, even to scream with pain at the un-lubricated intrusion, but she does the opposite. As the man pushes the plastic cock into her ass she presses back against the huge object invading her bowels. The result is that her yielding ass quickly swallows all the butt-plug until only the end protrudes between her buttocks. You are filled with amazement at the way Tanya submits to her treatment. One of your reactions is to wonder if she was a submissive masochist before she came to work for me. Or was she like you, determined to resist, yet gradually broken by continued abuse and her inability to escape. Your other reaction is more surprising. The obscene sight of the slight girl having a dildo shoved up her ass is turning you on. Amazed you realise that your pussy has started to become wet.

After ensuring that the butt-plug is securely buried in Tanya’s receptive ass Paul moves in front of the girl and drags her upright by her hair. He then attaches a length a fine, gold chain to the ring in each nipple. He says only one word, “Tongue” and the slave sticks out her tongue. With an audible gasp of amazement you see revealed the reason for the little girl’s silence. She is not mute after all, she has two rings pierced through either side of her tongue. You realise that they must make speech difficult, or perhaps she kept her mouth closed through embarrassment. Swiftly the man clips the chains, attached to the nipples, to each of the rings in her tongue. The chains are obviously designed so that once connected to the rings the tongue is pulled down and out of the young girl’s mouth, so that she is unable to shut it. You watch in a mixture of amazement and lust as Paul begins to undo is trousers, revealing a short but very fat cock, already hard. He thrusts it into Tanya’s mouth, again without preliminaries or warning. You can see his hard prick piercing her lips. Each thrust forces her tongue back into her mouth which causes the chains to tug hard on her huge, pierced nipples. 

Linking his hands behind Tanya’s head, Paul begins to mercilessly fuck her mouth. His ecstasy is plain on his face as he shouts. “Quick Kareem, fuck her with the butt-plug!” As if he had been waiting for these orders the butler moves forward from the shadows to grasp the end of the plastic prick. He draws it from Tanya’s ass with a wet, sucking noise and then plunges it back in, as if stabbing the girl, then repeats the action, over and over. Amazingly she seems to enjoy the feeling as her mouth is fucked with cock-meat and her shit-hole abused with a huge butt-plug. It is obvious that the man is close to coming, but so is the girl. Paul grimaces as his orgasm hits and he empties his balls into the bound girl’s willing mouth. You can hear gulping as she desperately attempts to swallow all the jism that is being spurted across her tongue. As Kareem continues to plunge the dildo into her distended ass you see her body shudder as an orgasm tears through her body. You feel a further ripple of reciprocal excitement run through body as you watch.

Paul withdraws his cock from her mouth and slumps into the nearest chair, exhausted. Tanya seems to lean forward, continuing to search for his cock, like a blind baby bird searching for sustenance. Kareem forces the butt-plug back into her ass fully and retires. You dangle from your restraints, amazed at your reaction to what has happened in front of you, your pain completely forgotten. You are stunned at how turned on you are and how wet your cunt has become. 

Coming back to your senses you realise that I have been standing beside you for some time, watching your reactions. You feel my hand run up the inside of your thigh and begin to probe your pussy. Suddenly humiliated at the thought of me feeling your arousal you futilely try to close your thighs. Stretched open as you are you can not stop a couple of fingers slipping easily into your sopping wet slit. I hiss with delight at what my intruding digits have revealed. “I knew you were going to love this Crystal. You are a slut and a whore, I could tell straight away. Soon you will submit, just like little Tanya. Would you like to be pierced like her? I think you might even earn a “brand”, marking you forever as my personal property. Eventually you will grow to love the pain, I know it. You are going to give my guests so much pleasure. I know that Stella just can’t wait to have you to herself. She wont be quick like Paul I can assure you. Would you like that Crystal?” 




Crystal the French Maid Ch. 03



You feel tears well in your eyes, as if to match the wetness between your thighs. You shake you head from side to side, expressing a denial you are not completely sure you feel. What will become of me you wonder to yourself?



Crystal the French Maid Ch. 04



You dangle from the straps, still stunned at what you have just witnessed. Tanya has just submitted to the most terrible humiliation without demure, even seemed to enjoy herself. Now the implication is that you will be expected to perform in the same way. As if to prove your fears right I move to the table and announce to those assembled, “Now let’s see who will have the pleasure of breaking-in Crystal. Same rules of course, except that her ass is reserved for me. Host’s prerogative I’m afraid.” 

Amidst groans of disappointment I take and shuffle the cards and begin to deal. Horrified, you can only watch as the woman that I had identified as Stella claims the prize. She stands and walks towards you, an evil look on her face. She is dressed in extremely tight riding britches and shiny, knee high boots. A white silk blouse with ruffled front covers an obviously large bust. Her red velvet jacket is the only splash of colour worn by any of the guests. Stella starts to walk around you, minutely examining every part of your body. She leans close to whisper in your ear, “You are mine slut! You will do as you are told, when you are told. Your only response to my questions will be “Yes Mistress”, do you understand?” 

Aghast, you are unable to answer. The woman turns to look at me. “She seems only half trained Hugh, may I train her further?” 

I agree enthusiastically, “Carry on Stella, this should be instructive.” Looking directly at you I add, “You should be warned Crystal that Stella’s late husband left her many things. These include a large fortune, his electronics company, and a hatred of men as sexual partners. Her bizarre, sadistic sexual tastes are however, all her own work.” My words feel like lead weights, crushing your spirit even further.

The blonde woman walks to the cupboard behind you, out of your sight. She starts to open drawers and select items. Your terror, started by my ‘introduction’, is only increased by the fact that you can’t see what she is doing. Moving in front of you again she starts to address the other guests, as if giving a lecture. “I have prepared something special for tonight and am sure that you will enjoy what you are about to witness. You may find my ‘device’ useful with your own slaves. I call it ‘The Trainer’ and it works on the simple principles of ‘conditioning’. Dr Pavlov would be so proud of me. It rewards appropriate behaviour and punishes reluctance. I have found it cuts training time in half. But a

demonstration will save a thousand words.” 

With that she turns and approaches where you hang, helpless. “The first part of the apparatus are some modified nipple clamps.” With that she reaches out and grabs one of your exposed breasts, causing you to squeal. Your reaction draws a scowl from the blonde woman and an instruction to the black butler. “Get the riding crop Kareem and if the bitch makes another sound, thrash her.” You cannot see behind you but you can hear the servant hurry to obey and tell yourself that you must not anger this woman further.

In the cold atmosphere of the cellar your nipples have already stiffened and you watch in horror as the woman slips a copper clamp over each nipple in turn. Looking into your eyes she turns the screws until she sees tears of pain squeeze from your eyes. Feeling the presence of Kareem behind you bite your tongue so as to give her no reason to order your punishment. You look down to see your tortured buds squeezing out of the clamps. You also notice the thin electric wires leading from the clamps to a small device, which looks a little like a “Walkman”. This is clipped over the waistband of your leather skirt. “The clamps are the punishment part of ‘The Trainer’, the next is the reward part.” With that she flourishes a huge and strange looking vibrator to the enthralled onlookers. It is about 10 inches long, curved, fat and strangely shaped. Turning back to you she once again locks eyes with you and places a hand on the inside of your thigh and starts to stroke it upwards, up towards your pussy. 

Despite knowing it is useless you try to draw away from her touch. Again the flash of anger in her icy blue eyes. “Kareem, until ‘The Trainer’ is ready for use we must employ somewhat cruder methods. Give her three.” Stunned you feel your tiny leather skirt being lifted at the back. After a sadistic pause you feel the riding crop lash across your buttocks, causing you to jerk in your bonds. Just as the pain peaks the thin strip of plaited leather flails across your soft flesh again causing a flash of pain like an electric shock. The third stoke forces you to cry out again, despite your efforts to keep quiet. Stella stares at you with contempt. “Quiet bitch or I will gag you.” As the pain subsides you resolve once again to keep quiet and not give any excuses for further punishment. Satisfied for the time being the blonde woman informs you, “That is your first lesson fuck slut. Any hint of resistance will be punished, savagely!”

The woman begins to probe between your wide stretched thighs and continues to address the men watching over her shoulder. “This device has to be ‘inserted’ to be effective.” Her searching fingers slide between your pussy lips and discovers the reminder of your previous excitement. 

Giving your clit a savage tweak she adds, “Happily this whore’s cunt is sloppy and wet and my ‘toy’ should go in nice and easily.” With that the tip of the plastic prick is positioned against the opening to your sex. Without pausing Stella starts to thrust the dildo into the depths of your slit. 

As the tapering width penetrates your pussy you feel your cunt walls expand to accept the invading device. With a savage twist the last few inches are rammed home and it feels as if the point of the synthetic cock is piercing the mouth of your womb. After an adjustment the blonde sadist steps back and begins to address the watching men once again. “The dildo is much adapted. It is capable of expanding in width and length. In addition it has a vibrating attachment which is positioned over the clitoris. Many tiny rubber nodules will agitate the slut’s pleasure zones on command.” 

At that point she flourishes an electronic device like a TV remote control to the assembled men. “This is the third and final part of ‘The Trainer’. It is a radio transmitter that activates the battery pack on the slave’s skirt. It will either administer an electric shock to her nipples or activate the vibrator. The only other control varies the ‘volume’ as it were. I can increase the voltage to the nipples, or the speed with which the vibrator fucks her. Let me demonstrate.” 

Stella points the remote control at you and presses one of the buttons. You flinch in your chains as you fear an electric shock in your sensitive teats. Instead you feel the dildo in your pussy seemingly come alive inside you. You feel it thrust deeper into your womb and at the same time it begins to vibrate against your clit. After the initial shock you are amazed at how horny the sensations are and how wet your cunt quickly becomes. You open your eyes and notice the avid stares of myself, the other men and Stella as we study the effect that “The Trainer” is having on you. 

Suddenly you are overwhelmed by a sense of humiliation at your situation. You picture yourself dangling defencelessly in front of a group of strangers with a vibrator up your cunt; and beginning to enjoy it??!! You promise yourself that you will not give us any satisfaction. You will not demonstrate any enjoyment or pleasure. “I will not surrender”, you think to yourself.

As if reading your mind, perhaps sensing your new resistance, Stella makes adjustments to the controls. Quickly you realise that she has turned up the “volume” and the speed of the device increases, fucking you harder and deeper as well as titillating your clitoris even more. All thoughts of resistance are swept way in waves of lust. With your eyes tightly shut you feel an orgasm start to build as the sensations overwhelm you. You can feel a flush of arousal spread across your face and breasts as the plastic prick continues its inexorable stimulation. Just as you are about to surrender yourself to a shuddering climax you feel a searing pain through your engorged, ultra-sensitive nipples. The bitch has sent an electric shock tearing through your swollen breasts. The feelings of pleasure are replaced by intense pain, wiping out any possibility of an orgasm. 

As your eyes fly open you see the dominatrix press a button to end your pain, at least temporarily. She moves close to whisper in your ear. “That’s your second lesson Crystal. No orgasms without my permission. And you will really have to beg before I let a slut like you have any pleasure. Certainly not before you give me some.” With those words she gestures to Kareem, “Let her down and prepare her like a bitch for me.”

You feel the chain above your head loosen and as your feet are fully on the ground the terrible strain is released from your shoulders. Being able to lower your still cuffed hands is bliss, until the blood begins to circulate again and pain throbs through your fingers. The butler removes the handcuffs and orders you to get on all fours. Remembering the pain from the crop, wielded by this man, you hurry to obey. As you crouch on the cold floor the black servant attaches a chain dog leash to your collar, the sign of submission and humiliation that he had buckled to your neck earlier in your room. Thinking back that time seems like an aeon ago, almost another life-time. So much has changed in such a short time.

As you are being prepared you can see Stella readying herself. She calls over Tanya, her nipples and tongue no longer connected by the chains, to kneel at her feet and remove her boots. The silent, child like girl, sinks to her knees and tugs off the long leather boots. Almost as a casual afterthought Stella tells Tanya, “Lick my boots clean whilst I have fun with Crystal.” The girl retreats to a corner and sets to work with obvious pleasure, starting with the soles. Standing again briefly Stella slips off her tight jodhpurs, to reveal not only an absence of knickers, but also a thick, dark bush of pubic hair. She sits down once again in a deep armchair and beckons to Kareem. “Bring her.” 

You feel yourself being tugged across the floor by the chain attached to your collar, like a dog being taken for a walk. You feel intense shame as we all watch you being humiliated in this fashion. As you are lead towards the woman she spreads her legs across the arms of the chair, revealing her pussy to you at close range. Kareem hands her your lead and she tugs your face closer to her cunt.

You have tried to keep your terror at bay by not thinking about what is going to happen to you. But now reality is bursting through your self imposed barriers. You suddenly guess what this hard faced lesbian is going to make you do and your heart quails. Your worst fears are realised when she orders, “Eat my cunt bitch, make me come or suffer worse than your tiny mind can imagine.” 

You start to beg her not to make you. Too late you see the remote control in her hand and feel the now familiar pain course through your body, making you shudder. For a moment you still try to resist but you can feel the current zapping your breasts increase as Stella turns the control up. Quickly you collapse, sobbing at her feet, babbling almost incoherently that you will do as you are told, that you will eat her cunt, just please don’t hurt me any more. The pain suddenly cuts out. Just as suddenly the vibrator and dildo begin to move again. Your disobedience has been punished and now your abject surrender is being rewarded. You realise that you are being “programmed” to a life of submission and there is nothing that you can do about it. The programming may be crude but you know it is effective. You know this because you can already feel your arousal start to rise again at the sensations in your cunt. You lean forward and stick out your tongue, beginning to probe the wetness of Stella’s pussy.



Crystal the French Maid Ch. 05



You pause for a moment to consider your position. You are on your hands and knees between another woman's thighs. She wants you to eat her pussy, the thought of which makes you sick in your stomach. She has the means to punish you if you don't obey. You can feel the clamps tight on your nipples and remember the previous shocks that had jolted you. At the same time you are aware of the men gathered around watching you. You are dressed like the cheapest whore in a leather mini and halter. As you kneel you know that we are looking at the huge vibrator stuck through your crotchless knickers and wedged deep in your cunt. Your are wearing a collar and leash just like a dog and, adding to your slutty image, your stockings have been laddered by crawling across the stone floor.

Sensing your hesitation Stella tugs on your lead, pulling your face closer to her hairy bush. To aid access she spreads her legs further and you see her pussy lips split open, glistening with excitement. Realising the hopelessness of your position you start, probing your tongue into the wet folds in front of your face. Your first impression is that the other woman's juices don't taste as bad as you feared. You wonder why all your boyfriends had been reluctant to go down on you in the past. Your tongue seeks for, and finds, the hard nub of Stella's clitoris. Straight away you hear her moan with pleasure and you continue to lick at her button. As you do so you feel the vibrator start up in your pussy again. As before, it's effect is immediate. You feel your excitement start to build as your clit is massaged and the plastic tool expands and thrusts inside you. You know that Stella is rewarding you for doing a good job of eating her out, conditioning you to respond like some kind of lab animal. You want to fight the feeling but your moistening cunt defeats you. Your low moan of passion is stifled as Stella grabs your hair and thrusts her cunt into your face. You feel a gush of wetness fill your mouth as your tongue probes the depths of the other women's fuck hole. You start to tongue fuck her cunt and she rewards you with increased thrusting from the remote controlled 'Trainer' between your wet lips. But at the same time she gives you a low voltage zap through your nipples as the dildo continues to fuck you. To your amazement you feel hardly any pain, it seems only to excite you. You nipples swell even further in their cruel metal restraints. Stella continues to alternate between the reward and punishment buttons on her control, increasing the intensity each time as you lap at her wet cunt like a cat licking cream. Your lust only continues to grow as the boundaries between pain and pleasure crumble.

You feel Stella start to writhe in her chair and you can tell that her orgasm is approaching, as is your own. The spell is broken by my voice. "I'm afraid your time is up Stella. You must relinquish the slave to the next winner." 

With a wail of frustrated anguish the woman begins to protest. As you look up at me you can tell by my expression that not all tonight's sadism will be directed at you and Tanya. It is obvious that I am extracting a sick pleasure from seeing the blonde woman deprived of her orgasm. She stands and begins to pull her pants back on like a sulky teenager. You continue kneeling and watching. Stella's cunt juices are smeared over your chin, cheeks and even your nose. Already today you have had your face coated with spunk and pussy juice. As your tongue snakes out to lap the sweet nectar from your lips you wonder what else the night will bring.

The ritual begins again as the cards are dealt. Paul, the first winner, again has the highest card. Remembering what he did to Tanya you begin to tremble with fear. "At least you aren't pierced like Tanya you tell yourself." Then you mentally add a proviso, "Not yet anyway". 

He looks almost disappointed at winning. "I just spunked in your other tart half an hour ago Hugh," he says to me, by way of explanation. "Even though I enjoyed watching her suck Stella like a full-time bull dyke I need something more to get me hard again. Besides that I need the toilet first." He stands and undoes the zip on his tuxedo trousers. Looking at you he says, "You'll do nicely." 

As the meaning of his words sinks in you nearly scream and start to back away, still on your knees. "No....no.... you wouldn't, you couldn't. Please, please not that don't do that," you beg pitifully. 

You see the rage build in the man face at your insubordination. Snatching the remote control from the chair were Stella left it you can only watch as he wrenches the intensity control to maximum and punches the punishment button. The shock coursing from the clamps on your nipples surpasses anything you have ever experienced before. It wipes the memory of any other pain from your mind. Screams of agony are wrenched form your lips. You feel the electricity shuddering through your entire body. You feel it like a blow in your chest. Tearing at the clamps, trying to remove them only adds to the pain, which you could not have thought was possible. 

When the pain abruptly stops you are a whimpering, sobbing mess on the floor. You can't even remember how long the pain went on. All you know is that you will do anything to avoid punishment like that again.

As you slowly come to your senses you look up to see Paul looming over you, still holding the remote control menacingly. "Shall we start again whore?" he asks. You nod weakly. "You are going to be my toilet Crystal. Tell me what is going to happen." 

Abject and beaten you climb back on your knees and begin to speak quietly. "You are going to urinate all over me, aren't you Sir? You are going to piss on my face. I guess you will want me to drink it wont you Sir?" 

As Paul nods in agreement you feel the vibrator commence it's arousing movements in your pussy. Once again you are being rewarded for submitting to a perverted fetish. But the mechanical lust is on top of the natural arousal you had begun to feel the minute you submitted. As each layer of resistance is peeled away you find that you are more and more turned on by agreeing to be used in these disgusting ways. 

Paul continues to look down at you and asks, "Is that what you want Crystal? Do you really want to drink my piss?" 

Without thinking you answer, "Yes Master, I want you to fill my mouth and I will drink it." What is amazing is not that you have said these words but that you actually mean them. You realise that this is the new Crystal speaking. The one who is now enjoying her humiliation. 

Paul takes his half erect cock in his hand and orders, "Open wide toilet." You can see the eye of his cock open as he relaxes his bladder and lets lose his stream. The blood is pounding in your veins and your ears are full of a dull roaring noise. Through all this you can sense all of us gathered around you in a circle cheering Paul's actions. You can hear the excitement and lust in our voices as we watch your public humiliation. You have asked for this stranger to piss all over you and agreed to drink it. 

His aim is good and the hot liquid pours into your open, waiting me mouth. You gulp to swallow the yellow piss and notice that it does not taste too bad. As quickly as you drink you cannot take down all his prodigious outpourings. Your mouth fills and Paul's urine overflows your lips and pours over your chin to splash onto your breasts and run down your body. When the flow subsides you gulp down what is left in your mouth as Paul shakes his cock, splashing the last drops across your forehead and in your hair. The vibrator in your pussy is on high speed but you no longer need it. You can feel your slick juices flooding down your thighs from your cunt to mix with the man's piss. You know that they are mainly caused by enjoying the degradation you are experiencing. You wonder if there is now anything you will not do in order to explore your newly discovered depravity. As you stand you can feel another sensation to go with your arousal. Your urine drinking session has reminded you of your own swollen bladder.

Zipping his flies Paul calls over Tanya. "I don't think Crystal needs the 'Trainer' any more. Remove it!" 

Before the girl can comply you raise your hand, like a young girl in school, fearful of the response to a question. "Please Sir, I need to go as well, I need the bathroom." 

Paul looks at you with a sneer and says, "I doubt you will ever be permitted to use the 'bathroom' whilst you are here slut. We have a perfectly good toilet right here." With that he walks up behind Tanya and grabs her hair before forcing her to her knees in front of you. 

"You will now start to learn the pleasure that can be taken from humiliating as well as being humiliated. Piss on this whore." 

You hesitate for a second as you look down at the girl. She waits patiently for you, mouth open and tongue out, obviously well used to her role as a piss hole. A wave of excitement washes over you as you think about getting some 'pay back'. Pausing only to open your sex lips between the slit in your (soaking wet) crotchless knickers you take aim and let fly. A literal 'golden shower' pours from your urethra and gushes into Tanya's mouth. She drinks your piss with ease, with eagerness. Annoyed at this you begin to rotate your pelvis to ensure that your pee sprays all over her face, in her eyes and soaks her hair. As you do she moves her mouth around to catch your flow where possible, like someone drinking from a wriggling hose.

When you have emptied your bladder onto the submissive little girl you hear us all cheering once again and you feel an enormous sense of power. You are experiencing both sides of the S&M coin, and enjoying them both. 

Paul slowly stops clapping and takes control again. "That was an interesting little diversion, but you still haven't got me hard slut. I want a show from you. Clear the table Kareem," he orders the butler. "Take out the 'Trainer' toilet girl, and remove the clamps," he tells Tanya. 

The girl gracefully rises to her feet in front of you, with your piss still dripping from her hair and face, and tugs the vibrator from your cunt. As it comes out it makes a wet slurping noise. The evidence of your excitement is audible to us all and causes us to laugh - and you to blush with humiliation. As Tanya removes the clamps from your distended nipples you say "Thank you Sir," to Paul. 

"Don't thank me just yet whore." he says and laughs. Straight away you understand his meaning as the circulation and feeling returns to your nipples, bringing with it an excruciating, jangling pain. 

"Kiss them better Tanya", I order and the girl obediently lowers her mouth to your swollen buds. You want to pull away from the other woman's caress but you realise that will probably bring you more punishment, so you submit. We all watch her suck on your lovely tits. You look down and catch Tanya's eye as she suckles at your teat. When she is sure she has your attention she suddenly and savagely bites one nipple and twists the other. The pain is made worse by the recent release of the restraints and you cry out as tears spring into your eyes. The girl steps back and watches your reaction. We all laugh as we watch the tears trickle down your cheeks and applaud Tanya's sadistic revenge. It is obvious that the girl-child is not completely resigned to her fate as a masochistic fuck slut.

The brandy glasses and ashtrays are removed from the low wooden table that sits amongst the armchairs. The guests and I start to take our places, like boxing fans with ringside seats. From his seat Paul addresses you, "You will get on the table and give us a show of your masturbation techniques. You will play with yourself as we watch. I will allow anyone of the guests to give you orders or instruction and you will obey. Do you understand Crystal?" 

You only nod and climb onto the table. As you do so a secret hope rises in you. Perhaps you will have the opportunity to relive the sexual tension that has been building in you since you arrived in the 'dungeon'. You feel the need for an orgasm like never before. Your orgasm in my room seems to have occurred years ago. Your lust has built up like a flooded river behind a dam. You must find some release or you feel like you will burst. 

As you strip off your leather skirt and halter you hear Paul say to me. "She has submitted to quickly Hugh. She is enjoying her humiliation too much. That takes out all the fun. I want to hear her scream and beg, like Tanya used to do, before she started to enjoy it. Can you think of anything that will do that to her?" 

I nod in agreement. "You are right my friend. But don't worry, I think I know a few things that she will baulk at before the night is out, but you must be patient." With that I say to you, "On the with the show Crystal." Taking a huge, fat banana from a nearby fruit bowl I say, "Let's see you deep throat this slut and then bury it in your cunt. Perhaps I will ask to see you get it right up your ass after that. Would you like that Crystal?" 

All your old fears come flooding back. You know that you will not be able comply with this last request. It is not physically possible you wail to yourself. You silently begin to pray that I will not really ask you to do that. But in your heart you know that I will and you begin to tremble with fear at your dilemma.



Crystal the French Maid Ch. 06



"On with the show Crystal" I say as I pass you the banana. 

You take the large fruit and start to lick it, making the yellow skin wet. You sink to your back on the table and try to swallow as much of the banana as you can. Inspired by our cheers and ribald comments you soon have most of it down your throat. 

"In your cunt now slut", shouts one of the other men. 

You take the banana from your mouth and spread your pussy lips with one hand and position the fruit at the entrance to your pussy. "Don't muck around Crystal," Stella urges, "fuck it right in deep!" 

You thrust hard and the combination of your saliva and your wetness allows it slide right up your cunt. You start to fuck it in and out and your increasing excitement causes your juices to flow, causing a wet, squelching sound as the fruit penetrates the depths of your fuck hole. Very quickly you can feel an orgasm starting to build and you increase the pace with which you fuck yourself. You start to writhe on the table and a low moan escapes your lips. 

Noticing you are about to come I order, "Stop whore, no orgasms without permission." You ignore my order in a desperate attempt to reach your orgasm. I grab hold of your wrist to prevent you from continuing. You almost cry out with frustration. "Time for a change." I say. "On all fours and stick that thing in your ass!"

Knowing that you are now in real trouble you begin to tremble. You start to beg, "Please not that Sir! I can't do that; it would hurt too much. I've never even had a finger in my bottom before. Don't make me, pleeaase! You promised." You watch my face and see a mixture of disappointment, anger and; excitement. 

Turning to Paul I comment, "Looks like we have found something that terrifies her after all." Facing you again I continue, "I am very upset Crystal. I thought you had realised that your only choice is to obey your orders. However, I did promise that that I would leave your ass un-violated until you begged me to take it. Now we must work out a way to make you beg - and to punish you for disobeying. Don't think that I have forgotten your attempt to leave us either. That will be punished now also. I suggest we deal the cards again and see who gets the whore for the next half hour. They can punish her for her disobedience and see if they can make her beg."

You continue to lie on the table, clutching the forgotten banana as the cards are dealt. Of the six men present you know myself, Paul and Kareem. The winner this time is one of the other three men. He is small and lithe, with dark, almost Italian looks. You get the impression that his 5 o'clock shadow is probably almost permanent. His victory is greeted with strange looks at you from the others present and an evil chuckle from myself. "Bad luck Crystal. You might have thought your previous treatment was sadistic, but now you are in the hands of 'The Doctor'. He will teach you a new meaning to the words terror and pain." At these words you start to quail in fear. You are ready to beg for an ass fucking rather submit to whatever unknown terrors are in store, but your tongue seems frozen to the roof of your mouth.

The Doctor takes control of the situation. "Kareem and Paul. Could you assist Crystal to the examination table. Tanya, could you go and prepare for your role as my nurse." As the girl slips away the two men seize you by the elbows and guide you backwards into the shadows at the edge of the room. There you are roughly forced onto your back on a narrow bed. Just like a hospital examination table, it is all stainless steel tubing. The difference is the leather straps that Paul and Kareem use to secure your wrists and elbows tightly by your sides. Stirrups are raised under your knees until they are brought close to your tits and your legs are spread wide open. Then your legs are also secured by leather straps, above the knees and at the ankles. Soon you are trussed and unable to move with the Doctor leering down at you. "Hello Crystal. Are you comfortable?" The menace in his voice keeps you silent. "All you have to do to escape your punishment is tell us that you want our cocks up your ass. Are you ready to beg for that?" 

Seeing a chance to escape from some unimaginable horror you begin to nod. But before you can articulate your thoughts the Doctor is forcing something into your mouth. At first you resist, fighting to keep your lips and teeth firmly clenched. But then you give up the unequal struggle and open your mouth to accept what turns out to be a gag. It is like a ball in your mouth. An extension from the ball depresses your tongue so that you cannot speak. You are relieved to discover that the gag has a hollow section running through it so that you can breathe easily. Despite this you feel totally helpless, unable to move or speak.

The Doctor gestures to Kareem. "I think this session is going particularly memorable. I want it recorded Kareem. Will you do the honours on the control desk?" Seeing the puzzlement in your eyes the Doctor explains. "This whole room is covered by remote controlled video cameras. We like to keep a record of our most interesting 'encounters'. Kareem will be our editor and switch from camera to camera to ensure that the best view is recorded. Would you like to watch?" Ignoring your head shaking the man pushes forward a TV on a wheeled stand to position beside your head. "Now you will be able to see everything slut. Enjoy!" He adds with a malicious chuckle. On the TV screen you watch the picture change as Kareem obviously tests the cameras. You are in every picture, shown from every angle, even from above, although you can not see the camera. One view shows your exposed shaven, cunt between your wide stretched thighs. As you watch the camera zooms in on the obscene sight to a tight close up. Kareem is obviously enjoying himself at the controls. You can only look away from the screen, feeling sick to your stomach.

At the point you see from the corner of your eye that Tanya has returned. She has changed into a parody of a nurse's uniform. Again it is skin tight PVC, but white this time. A tiny short dress that is cut away at the breasts to expose the girl's small tits and enormous, pierced nipples. A small red cross is emblazoned across the waist of the dress and shiny, white, thigh high boots complete the ensemble. The Doctor crouches to whisper in your ear, "You have already seen some of Tanya's 'decorations' but I would like to show you the rest." Turning to his 'nurse' he instructs, "Show her".

Tanya climbs onto the examination table, carefully placing a foot on either side of your head. You are looking straight up her vinyl clad legs at her pussy, as she is wearing no knickers with her new outfit. The girl's sex looks unusual but it is only when she squats over you that you begin to realise why. With horror and amazement you see that her pussy lips are pierced, as is her clitoris. Through her flaps she wears large, heavy metal rings. Even more amazing is the size of her labia. They appear to protrude from her body about 5 inches. Locking eyes with you the girl lowers her bizarre pussy toward your face. She begins to rub her clitoris on the part of the ball gag that protrudes from your mouth. From such a close range your eyes almost cross as you watch the grossly enlarged lips mould around the ball-gag. You can feel the wet edges of her labia, and the large rings attached, tickling your cheeks. In disgust you try to move your face away. Not only is it impossible to move Tanya off whilst you are bound, it is obvious that what movements you do make only add to the girl's pleasure.

"Enough Tanya", the Doctor orders. "Get off her. I need your help to make this whore just like you." You are too shocked to take in the man's words at first. As the girl climbs off your face and the bed the Doctor leans over your face and explains himself. "I am going to pierce you Crystal, just like Tanya. You will have lovely rings through your nipples, cunt lips and clit. Will you enjoy that?" 

Your emotions well up almost uncontrollably. In terror you struggle against your bonds and try to beg the man not to hurt you. But your words are reduced to inarticulate grunts by the gag. Frustration causes tears to well in your eyes. You also feel anger as you can see the pleasure the doctor is taking from your helplessness and humiliation. 

"Such a pity that you didn't think before you disobeyed an order isn't it slut? Of course there is a way out for you.......". You stop struggling and sobbing to listen in desperate hope. "All you have to do is tell us that you will obey. Tell us that you want your ass fucked. If you do that then you wont be pierced. So tell us Crystal." 

You try to say 'Yes' through the gag, you nod your head and plead with your eyes; all to no avail. 

The Doctor puts a hand to his ear, miming listening for you voice, mocking your inability to make yourself heard. "I can't hear you Crystal. Cat got your tongue? It is obvious that you continue to resist, so you must be punished. On with the operation!" More tears stream from your eyes as you listen to the guests applaud the Doctors sadistic joke.

Taking centre stage the Doctor looks towards Tanya, "Are you ready nurse?" When she nods he orders, "Start the cameras Kareem." Then he moves to position between your thighs. When you hear him say "Scalpel nurse" you nearly scream but the man simply cuts away the stained remnants of your crotchless knickers. Then he holds up a device for you to view between your open thighs. It looks for all the world like a large stapler. He explains, "This will punch the holes for your rings. Later the weights will be attached and the stretching will begin. Eventually your labia will be big and beautiful like Tanya's." 

With that he takes one of your slippery cunt lips between two fingers and stretches it out. You shut your eyes and tense your body but find yourself surprised when you hear, rather than feel, the click of the machine doing it's work. Only a sharp, bright flash of pain. The process is quickly repeated on the other side and then you feel a rough finger massaging your clit. Normally you like your pleasure button to be handled more gently but your confused senses continue to betray you. The attention to your clit soon makes it throb, causing to harden and protrude from it's hood. You can feel your pussy start to juice up again, despite your situation. Your mind is brought back to reality when the machine clicks again, piercing your clitoral hood. This time the pain is intense but your screams of agony are muffled by the gag. 

As the pain passes slowly you hear the Doctor say, "The rings please nurse." You feel fumbling hands around your pussy and then the Doctor steps back. You open your eyes and lift your head to try and determine what has happened to you but can see nothing. Then your eyes catch sight of the picture on the TV screen and your head spins with a sudden flood of emotions. The picture shows a close up of your "new look" vagina, shaven bald and pierced. A small gold ring hangs from the edge of each of your flaps. Another seemingly protrudes from your clitoris. As you stare at the image you feel shame and horror, but your overwhelming feeling is one of amazement at how horny your cunt now looks, even to you.

"Now for the nipples!" You hear the Doctor announce, wiping away your erotic thoughts, causing you to whimper pathetically into the gag. Your panic starts to subside a little when hear him ask Tanya for the 'local anaesthetic'. As if reading your mind the Doctor leers down at your face holding a needle and syringe. "Don't misunderstand my intentions Crystal. I have no concern about preventing pain, I merely like sticking large needles into the tits of whores like you. Besides the anaesthetic will also delay your pain until a more 'appropriate' time." With that he pinches your left nipple and pulls it out savagely before plunging the needle into your teat. The pain is even more savage than you expected but the local works quickly and the agony passes. 

Taking your other nipple in his grasp the Doctor looks at you to say, "I forgot to tell you that might hurt; but I guessed that you knew that," before injecting the flinching bud of your other nipple. This time you can watch the piercing machine at work. You want to close your eyes, to turn away, but some sick fascination makes you watch. You feel nothing as you watch the machine penetrate your nipples, made large and hard by the Doctors handling. Instead of rings the same as those in your vagina, a sort of rod is pressed through the holes in your nipples. Each end of the rod is threaded and a nut is screwed to them. The Doctor tugs on one to see if it is secure and stretches your nipple up, but you feel nothing.

"Now she seems ready for 'stretching', who would like to assist?" he asks. Stella and two of the unknown men step forward. They take long cords from Tanya and you watch in fascinated terror as they thread them through the three rings around your pussy and knot them securely. Stepping back they take up the tension on the thin ropes. Your attention switches to the TV screen as you are consumed by a need to see what is happening. Your lips stretch wide open, obscenely wide. The Doctor, also watching the screen, comments, "Look how big the slut's cunt is! Too big for a cock surely. A fist would make a better fit I think. Anyone want to try?"



Crystal the French Maid Ch. 07



"Now she seems ready for 'stretching," says 'The Doctor'. "Who would like to assist?" He asks. Stella and two of the unknown men step forward. They take long cords from Tanya and you watch in fascinated terror as they thread them through the three rings around your pussy and knot them securely. Stepping back they take up the tension on the thin ropes. Your attention switches to the TV screen as you are consumed by a need to see what is happening. Your lips stretch open, obscenely wide. The Doctor, also watching the screen, comments, "Look how big the slut's cunt is! Too big for a cock surely. A fist would make a better fit I think. Anyone want to try?"

You sense, rather than see, that most of the guests have moved forward to volunteer. The Doctor leans over your faces and asks, "Would you like a fist deep in your slutty cunt Crystal?" 

You know what your answer should be, you know the consequences if you refuse, but you cannot submit to this painful humiliation. You shake your head as fresh tears run from your eyes. 

The Doctor turns away from you, but not before you catch the look of excitement in his eyes. He addresses me. "She is proving extremely difficult to 'break' Hugh. May I take more extreme measures?" You see me nod my assent. Again 'The Doctor' leans over you and whispers to you. "I'm going to break you Crystal. Very soon you will be begging us to perform the most sordid perversions upon your body. What is more, by the time I have finished with you, you will derive only pleasure from these acts." 

Even with the gag in your mouth you try to shout your defiance. You try to tell him that you will not crack. You try to tell us all that no matter what we do to you will certainly not enjoy yourself. But the only reward for your efforts is laughter at the strangled gargling in your throat that is the only noise you can produce. "Nurse," the Doctor says, "Bring 'The Machine' for our guest."

Again you can only watch as the girl wheels over a small table and positions it between your thighs. On the table is a small device, of which about all you can see is a long cock shaped dildo, very lifelike. 'The Doctor' flicks a switch and with a flush of shame (and excitement) you see the purpose of the device. A small electric motor drives the dildo backwards and forwards, slowly but remorselessly. In your own mind you think of it as a 'fucking machine.' 

Immediately your thoughts are full of the image of being penetrated by an indefatigable prick. You can picture it - plunging into your wide open cunt, never stopping, never coming too soon. The image is so vivid, and horny, that you shiver with lust, all your resolutions not to enjoy what is being done are swept away on the waves of your fevered imagination. 

The 'Doctor' stops the machine and Tanya moves it closer, so that the head of the dildo is against your pussy lips. Your cunt is stretched wide by Stella and the other two men holding the ropes attached to your newly installed rings. The 'nurse' locks the wheels to prevent the table moving and steps back. Without hesitation 'The Doctor' restarts the motor and immediately the dildo forces it's way into your rapidly moistening cunt. All you can do is close your eyes, lie back on the table and sigh into your gag as you feel yourself being probed. The pleasure is undeniable and you begin to try and force yourself forward, attempting to accept more of the plastic prick into the yearning emptiness that your vagina has become. The restraints prevent you and you moan with frustration. Your long delayed orgasm is approaching once again. As is if by magic you feel the machine increase it's pace. 'The Doctor' has turned up the intensity, but you also feel as if it is going deeper as well, filling you as much as you now desperately need. You screw your eyes tighter shut as your excitement builds in the first stages of a mind shattering orgasm.

But at the last possible moment, with exquisitely judged sadism, the machine stops and withdraws fully from your pussy. You open your eyes to see what is happening, just in time to see the thin bamboo cane come flashing down. The 'Doctor's' aim is unerring and the tip of the wicked tool lashes your exposed and pierced clitoris. You reach a new, unexplored plateau of agony. You have never experienced anything like this before. You have passed the screaming stage and entered completely uncharted territories. After minutes, that seem like hours, the pain passes and you open your tear stained eyes to see what is in store for you next. The first thing you notice is that 'The Doctor' is unscrewing the dildo from the fucking machine. He hands it to Tanya the 'nurse' who lovingly licks your cunt juices from the synthetic cock for the amusement and delectation of those watching. As you continue to watch the man begins to thread another, larger, device onto the 'arm' of the fucking machine. This one is HUGE. From your point of view it appears as thick as a soft drink can and twice as long. Your fear returns as you imagine your sex passage being split by this mammoth intruder. Having finished with the adjustments the 'Doctor' attaches thin cords to the rods recently pierced through your nipples. These ropes are fed through pulleys above the examination table. The cords are pulled downwards through the pulleys and your nipples begin to stretch out – alarmingly. You suddenly realise that the local anaesthetic is starting to wear off. You feel a jangling pain begin to radiate through your tits. 

Just as it looks and feels as if your nipples are about to be pulled off your breasts the stretching stops and the ropes are secured. Then you hear the 'Doctor' say, "The blindfold nurse." Quickly your eyes are covered, very effectively. You can see nothing yet feel the helplessness and humiliation of your position. You know your nipples are stretched upwards several inches and your cunt is still stretched open by the ropes attached to your rings. You sense the fucking machine being positioned against your labia and remember with fear your last glimpse of the huge object attached to the end of the gadget. Soon you feel it start to move and your first sensation is one of pain. The huge dildo is remorselessly forcing its way into your pussy. Initially you feel that you will not be able to cope, that it will tear you apart. Because you are tightly secured you cannot pull away from this monster that is penetrating you, splitting you. But quickly your cunt starts to juice up and stretch to accept the invading plastic penis. The speed increases and all your pain vanishes, to be replaced by intense pleasure. The machine is deeply buried in your cunt now and you have never felt so full and stretched. You never want it to end.

Just then the machine stops and is withdrawn, leaving you with a feeling of infinite emptiness. You are about to moan with frustration when you feel something lash down on your stretched nipples and exposed, engorged clitoris. Being blindfolded you have no warning and as a result the switch from pleasure to pain is all the more unexpected. The anaesthetic has completely worn off you feel all the pain. Once again your screams are muffled but before you have even fully recovered the head of the fucking machine is forced back into your cunt and begins to move.

So begins a sadistic cycle. As the pleasure builds in your pussy to the point of no return the blows rain down on your nipples and cunt. The end result is inevitable. The boundaries between pain and pleasure begin to blur until you can no longer tell the difference. The thrashing on your stretched teats and cunt begin to feel like the kind touch of gentle lover and no longer interrupts your climb towards an orgasmic plateau. You welcome the blows with the same eagerness as you welcome the machine in your cunt, whipping the increasing flow of your juices into a creamy froth around the entrance to your sex. Instead of screams the gag is now muffling your moans and sighs of unadulterated lust

Just when you feel that an orgasm can no longer be postponed the machine is withdrawn and you scream with frustration. The blindfold is whipped off and you see me standing between your wide spread legs. "Do you want to come Crystal?" I ask.

All you can do is nod your head and mumble your acceptance into the gag. Pausing, I look at how stretched an open your cunt is. I ball my fist and almost 'punch' it between your labia. No gentle fingers first, just the whole clenched fist, in one go. Your extreme wetness eases the passage but I still have to push hard. As you feel it plunge into you, forcing and tearing, another flurry of blows rain down on your breasts and nipples. The combination is the final straw and you feel your whole body spasm violently as your orgasm hits. You have never felt anything like it before and you release yourself into the sensations, coming over and over and over. I feel your cunt contracting so strongly on my wrist that it almost feels as if you could break it. When I pull out my fist from your cunt it triggers a final mini orgasm and you literally pass out. As if a dam has been broken I watch your cunt juices flow from your tortured, distended fuck hole and run down your slit to pool on the bed under your ass.

When you return to your senses you lie for a moment, revelling in the sensations. You realise that the gag has been removed. You look down your abused body and notice the red welts that cover your stretched breasts and nipples. You can seem the same evidence of punishment in the stripes covering the tops of your thighs. Your sense of amazement at how much you enjoyed your treatment is replaced with a realisation that you have passed a major watershed. You know there is no turning back now. You must continue to plumb the depths. You want to discover all the pleasure that humiliation and pain can bring you. You shiver with excitement at that thought. You look down at me and notice the slickness of your juices shining on my hand. Without being asked you croak, "Thank you Master." You have signified your surrender and sealed your fate but that realisation only fills you with a warm feeling.



Crystal the French Maid Ch. 08



You have realised that you have passed a major watershed. You know there is no turning back now. You must continue to plumb the depths. You want to discover all the pleasure that humiliation and pain can bring you. You shiver with excitement at that thought. You look down at me and notice the slickness of your juices shining on my hand. Without being asked you croak, 

"Thank you Master." You have signified your surrender and sealed your fate but that realisation only fills you with a warm feeling.

You look around to take in your surroundings again. Most of the watching men have their trousers open and are stroking very hard cocks, a sight that now gives you a shiver of anticipation. The blonde woman Stella has dropped the rope attached to your labia ring and is sprawled in an armchair, legs akimbo, working the end of a wine bottle into her cunt; the larger end. Obviously overwhelmed with lust from watching your fisting another of the men is engaged in vigorously ass-fucking Tanya. The girl is on all fours, alternatively moaning and grunting as his cock moves backwards and forwards in her rear entrance. As you watch the man his face contorts, he groans and his body spasms as he empties his balls into Tanya's arse. Before you even have time to fully take in the scene I have released your various restraints and told you, "

"Go and lick Tanya clean." 

Rising from the examination table reminds you of all the abuse you have suffered. Your pussy aches and the stripes on your breasts and thighs tingle. Your nipples throb and you wonder if they will ever return to their previous size. A trickle of your cunt juice runs down your thigh and stings on one of the welts. You find it difficult to stand and clutch at the bed to steady yourself. 

"If walking is so difficult Crystal then crawl." I say. "Get down on all fours and crawl across the floor bitch." 

Having agreed to submit you do as you are told. You are reminded of your 'bitch' status by the leather collar you still wear around your neck. Once you arrive beside Tanya she gestures for to turn over. When you are slow to respond she roughly forces you onto your back. Then she squats over your face once again. It soon becomes apparent that several men have used Tanya to relieve their lust whilst you were blindfolded. The amount of cum leaking from her cunt seems to indicate that several loads have been deposited there as well. You set to work with your tongue and lips drinking the heady cocktail of Tanya's juices and the spunk of several men from her pussy. So much do you enjoy the taste that you probe between her huge, pierced lips to ensure you suck out every drop of jism. Tanya shifts slightly above your face to position her anus above your mouth. She reaches around to spread her ass checks. This helps the most recent injection of sperm to trickle from her sphincter into your waiting mouth. It has a different, slightly unpleasant taste, to the cum that you have just drunk from her cunt, but you swallow it down anyway. This brings cheers from those gathered around watching. Now you feel no shame at this response, only pride and pleasure at having pleased us.

Once Tanya is sure that you have made sure her ass and pussy nice and clean she dismounts from your face. You lie for a moment feeling the mixture of cunt juices and sperm drying on your face. Then you are almost gently helped to your feet to face me. Holding your chin in my hand I look you straight in the eye and ask, 

"Do you want your ass fucked now Crystal?" 

You realise that this is another test. This is where you had bridled before. Refusing to submit last time had lead to the most awful punishment and humiliation. You cannot begin to imagine what sort of tortures would be forthcoming if you refused again now. But resistance is the furthest thing from your mind. You have given up yourself to the pleasures of surrendering. Your will is no longer your own. You have no say over how your body is to be used, no input into how you receive your pleasure, no contribution to make. You now only want to submit and receive because this submission is the sweetest pleasure you have ever experienced. Full of this feeling you smile and say, 

"You can do what you like to me Sir, I am your sex toy. I will be totally subservient to your wishes. I never been fucked in my ass hole before now, but you can have me, all of you. Take it" 

This response brings roars of approval from your audience, and a wide smile from me. "Very good Crystal! Now we must prepare you. You have new pleasures to experience, as well as some new 'toys'" I add significantly.

I request that Stella prepare your nipples and she collects some items from the drawers in the 'toy' cabinet. These 'items' are a length of insulated copper wire with metal weights on one end, and clips on the other. She expertly attaches the clips to the rods in your nipples. Immediately the weights drag on your nipples and cause them to throb. You are puzzled and feel suddenly brave enough to speak up.

"Excuse me Sir?" 

I turn to look at you with a hint of anger in my eyes. "What slut?" 

Nervous, you stammer your question. "I have submitted to you now, I will do whatever you say. Why must I still be punished?" 

I sneer at your question but answer it anyway. "You don't understand at all do you whore? Breaking your will with pain was only a secondary consideration. We tortured you because we ENJOY it and we will continue to do so whenever we feel like it." 

With extra menace in my voice I continue. "From now on you will speak only when spoken to. Even then it will only be to say 'Yes Master' or 'Yes Mistress'. Do you understand Crystal?" 

My message has been received loud and clear and you whisper, with your eyes downcast, "Yes Master".

Looking at the blonde woman still standing beside you I tell her, "Reward her impudence with more weights Stella." With a sick look of pleasure she rapidly complies and the throb in your nipples becomes an aching pain.

You feel rough hands grab your hair and force you to your knees, then onto your face. Unseen hands buckle leather strap round your arms, just above each elbow. Similar straps go around your legs above the knees. Metal rods are inserted between the bindings on your elbows and then your knees, spreading both to just beyond the point of comfort. A quick, experimental struggle shows you that the straps on your legs and arms are connected. The overall effect is to leave you completely trussed up and immobile. You are resting on your knees and forearms, both spread wide apart, with your ass up in the air. The weights drag the wires on your nipples straight down, dangling only inches from the floor. The preparations continue as a small, square metal plate is positioned on the floor directly below your breasts and the weights that gently swing from your aching nipples. You notice an electric cable running from the plate but you are totally baffled as to its purpose.

One of the unknown men crouches in front of you. He is young, red headed with a bushy beard of the same colour. 

"Hi Crystal, my name is Jamie. I'm really looking forward to busting your ass." He says with a friendly smile that is in contrast to his words. "And I want to make sure you don't you don't miss anything."

With that he gets up to take the television off its wheeled stand and place it on the floor, directly in front of your face. Immediately this allows you to see what is going on behind you. The guests are gathered in a semi-circle examining your ass and cunt that are so prominently displayed. I move around in front of you and you crane your neck to look at me as I start to speak. 

"We are going to give you a little test Crystal. If you pass we will use lubricant when we ass fuck you. If you fail then you get it the hard way. For your sake I hope you succeed, for my mine I hope you fail." I finish with a chuckle. Then I hold up something that you recognise, from mail order catalogues, as a 'Vibrating Love Egg'. It is a vibrator that, as the name infers, is shaped like an egg and roughly the same size. A thin cable leads from the smooth white ovoid to the battery pack and controls. 

"I'm going to insert this in your slutty cunt. I want you to hold it in for 10 minutes, whatever happens. If you fail then it's all our cocks in your ass and no 'KY', do you understand tart?" You nod and give the required answer, 

"Yes Master."

I move round behind you and you find yourself watching what is happening on the TV. You watch as Tanya takes hold of the rings in your labia and spreads your sex lips wide. You continue watching as I position the egg shaped device against your pussy and push it in. The love egg is quite large but it still slides into your pussy with relative ease, the remnants of your previous moistness easing its passage. But your cunt has been stretched by the fucking machine and my fisting and has not completely returned to its normal tightness. In your trussed position the egg soon starts to slide out of your fuck hole and only a desperate contraction of your pussy muscles keeps it in. You squeeze your pelvic muscles tight and wonder how you will mange to keep this up for 10 minutes. It is not merely a question of earning a lubricated buggering, it has become a matter of pride. You will show us that your pussy is still nice and tight. You also want to earn a little respect, even in the depths of your submission. So you close your eyes to concentrate, grit your teeth and hold on.

From the cheering, laughing and jeering that is going on it is pretty obvious that the guests have divided into two 'camps'. Once party obviously wants you to fail. The 'Doctor' and Stella make their allegiances plain by kneeling down and adding extra weights to those already hanging from your nipples. The extra pain almost breaks your concentration. But you hear the cheers of the group who seem to be supporting you. This helps to build your determination, and to keep a grip on the egg. After what seems an eternity you hear someone call out, 

"Three minutes." 

Even as your resolution stiffens you feel the egg start to vibrate inside your pussy. Your eyes fly open and a glimpse of the TV screen shows you Stella with controls for the device in her hands, and a sadistic grin on her face. Straight away the vibrations start to get you more turned on. Your love juices start to flow once more and immediately the egg becomes harder to hold in your slippery cunt. You bite your lip and try to squeeze harder. "Four minutes", is the latest countdown. As you are trying to concentrate I crouch in front of you once again and congratulate you. 

"You are doing very well Crystal. The betting is pretty evenly split as to whether you make it or not. So I thought I would introduce a little more 'handicapping'". 

With that I show you another device. It is a small rubber bulb, about the size of a large grape. A rubber tube snakes away from the bulb. Just as with the metal plate under your breasts you cannot guess its purpose. But you are sure you are not meant to enjoy it. 

"This bulb is going to go in your ass and after that.....Well, you will just have to wait and see." 

Noticing a look of consternation flash across your face I reassure you. 

"You haven't lost yet slut, so it will be lubricated. It is a lot smaller than what you will be taking up your ass soon and believe me it will help you later. Now, what I would recommend is that you try and relax your sphincter when it goes in. That way it will hardly hurt at all." Then I laugh out loud and add, "Of course you will have to keep other muscles tight at the same time. An interesting exercise don't you think?." 

Turning way from you I say to the guests. "If she can manage this she will have learned a valuable lesson in muscle control." You can see them laughing and nodding agreement.

Barely have I stopped speaking before you feel the rubber bulb pressing against your anus. The shock of this violation makes you try to twist away. But this movement makes the egg move inside you and it nearly slips out. You contract your muscles and hold still as I force the bulb through the ring of muscles that is your sphincter. The tearing pain lasts only an instant. Once the bulb is inside you decide it is not too bad. If that is all there is to it you feel confident that you can cope. As if to reinforce this feeling the unknown voice intones, "Five minutes." 

"Halfway!" You think to yourself. Perhaps you will make it. Then, suddenly, you feel the bulb start to expand inside your bowels, warm and growing. Straight away you realise that hot water is slowly being pumped through the tube and into the bulb in your ass. You curse yourself for ever thinking that this might be possible. You realise that with our experience, inventiveness and downright nastiness we will always be at least one page ahead of you in the script. As if to reinforce this realisation Stella turns up the speed on the vibrating egg and straight away you feel your excitement level shoot up. The bulb swelling inside your anus is, surprisingly, a rather pleasant feeling. The vibrations inside you are wildly exciting and by now the weights swinging from your nipples are giving you only pleasure. How well you have been trained. Your pain/pleasure circuits are completely scrambled and things will never be the same.

This combination of pleasure makes your pussy swell and become even wetter. You feel as if a faucet has been turned on in your cunt. At the same time you realise that as the bulb swells inside your ass, opening it up, it is also pressing against the egg in your pussy. With a groan that is a mixture of pleasure and frustration you realise that your task is fast becoming impossible. At that moment Stella turns up the vibrations of the egg to maximum and the bulb in your ass swells dramatically. You jerk forward in reaction and the weights on your nipples touch the metal plate underneath you. Instantly you learn the purpose of this device. You feel the old familiar jolt of electricity burst through your nipples via the wire. The combination is too much. A totally unexpected orgasm rips through you body causing all most spastic motions in your body. Your movements bring the weights in contact with the electrified plate again and again, intensifying your sensations. You scream and moan at the sensation overload that you are experiencing. We all watch in amazement as the contractions in your cunt squeeze the vibrating egg out like a pip from an orange.

As you remain kneeling, shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm you hear the cheers and groans of the watchers. The 'Timekeeper' calls out, "Six and a half minutes, a new record!" More applause. 

You hear someone else say, "Even Tanya didn't last more then five." Despite your position you feel a flush of pride. 

Then you hear my voice raised, "Right then, no lube for her ass fucking. Lets get the cards again to decide the order in which we have the whore. I claim the host's right to go first. All you can do is remain in your bound and exposed position, awaiting your fate.



Crystal the French Maid Ch. 09



As you remain kneeling, shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm you hear the cheers and groans of the watchers. 

The 'Timekeeper' calls out, "Six and a half minutes, a new record!" More applause. 

You hear someone else say, "Even Tanya didn't last more then five." Despite your position you feel a flush of pride. 

Then you hear my voice raised, "Right then, no lube for her ass fucking. Let's get the cards again to decide the order in which we have the whore. I claim the host's right to go first." All you can do is remain in your bound and exposed position, awaiting your fate.

Quickly the cards are dealt and the order decided. You know that I will have you first and you hear the man who introduced himself to you as Jamie claim second place. Stella is in the competition and is awarded third spot and you wonder how she can possibly participate. The rest of the order sees the 'Doctor', the two men who remain unknown to you and then Paul. You remain bound on all fours, shaking as you wait. Your level of excitement is still a source of amazement to you. You had refused and resisted this fate until you had been severely punished. Now you can't wait and your pussy is wet with anticipation. 

I position myself behind your exposed and raised ass and remove the now deflated bulb from inside you. It comes out with a soft wet 'plop'. As I take hold of your hips I tell you, "Now Crystal I want you to tell me, to tell us, how much you want this, in the filthiest words you know." 

You think about this order for only a moment then, in a flash of lust induced inspiration, a stream of gutter talk spouts from your mouth. "I can't wait Master. I really want you to ass fuck me! It will be so tight when you fuck your cock up my shit hole. I expect it will hurt quite a lot but I want you to do it, and do it hard! I want you to be the first to give it to me up the backdoor. I want you to grab my hips and force your cock through my tight, little hole and then bugger me hard. I want you to fill my ass with your hot spunk! Then I want the rest of you to do it as well until my bowels are full of your jism." Stopping suddenly you are amazed that you even knew some of those words, let alone being able to say them out loud. 

You hear me behind you laughing. "I told you that you would beg for this Crystal. I also told you that you would enjoy the experience. We have achieved the first part of my prophecy, now let's see what we can do about the second bit shall we?"

With that you feel the head of my cock touch your tight rosebud and despite your anticipation you flinch away slightly. This movement brings your nipple weights into contact with the electrified plate. The 'hit' of electricity jerks you backwards, against my prick. With a sharp tearing pain you feel my cock head pierce your anus. Now you understand the full fiendishness of the metal plate. Any attempt to pull away from the cocks invading your ass will be rewarded with an electric shock. Anything less than an enthusiastic co-operation with your buggering will lead to further pain. This realisation only excites you further. Now that my cock head is in your ass you think the worst will be over. But you are wrong. I am not gentle. I take hold of your hips and pull you back onto my prick at the same time as thrusting forward. My hard, thick rod buries itself into the depths of your hole in one long painful, ripping thrust. A scream is torn from your throat and echoes around the cellar. Without even giving you time to adjust to this new feeling I start to thrust, hard. 

As I do so I reach forward and grab a handful of your hair and tug your head up. "Watch Crystal!" I instruct and you begin to take in the image on the TV screen. Through your tears of pain you are enthralled by the images that are presented to you. You are being sodomised hard whilst bound tightly and you find this situation erotic. Each thrust of my cock in your ass is becoming easier to bear as you relax and accept. Your cries of pain gradually become moans of lust. 

Your screams of "No, No!" Changes to accepting pleas of "Yes, Yeeeessss!". As I bury my prick even deeper into your shitter I ask, "Would you like your boyfriend to see this Crystal? I better he never got to fuck your ass." You imagine your boyfriend, the tweedy, student type watching the tape and you shiver with excitement at the thought. You push your ass back to meet my thrusts until my balls are slapping against your wet cunt.

You feel my pace quicken and watch the camera shot on the TV change, to show my contorted face as my orgasm overwhelms me. You sense my cock swell inside your ass and then you feel it pumping. You can actually feel my hot jism squirting deep inside you. As soon as I remove my deflating cock from your anus Jamie has taken my place behind you. I move round in front of you and present you with my prick to clean. You willing take it into your hungry mouth. The mixture of flavours would have disgusted you a few short hours ago but now you enjoy the humiliation of performing such a perverted act. Jamie's cock rips into your back passage as you lick me clean. The now familiar mixture of pleasure and pain sends ripples of arousal throughout your body. Once I move away you watch the TV screen and see Stella preparing her self, buckling on a huge strap-on dildo. Jamie hammers your ass for a few minutes and then adds his sperm to mine inside your abused anus. 

He notices you are watching him on the TV screen and as he pulls out his cock and waves at the camera. He even mouths, "Hi Mum," for all the world like a spectator picked out by the TV cameras at the ball game. He moves round to be cleaned and Stella takes his place. The dildo is bigger than either cock so far but it still slides in easily, greased by two loads of spunk. It still stretches you further as the blonde woman buggers you without mercy. It seems the dildo is double ended because Stella is obviously enjoying herself as well. You watch as she shakes and moans in an orgasm, pinching her nipples as she comes.

Of course she wants her dildo nice and clean and you do your best with your tongue as the 'Doctor' mounts you. As Stella finishes and moves away the 'Doctor' simultaneously forces his prick up you and pushes down in the middle of your back. This brings your weights into contact with the electrified plate again. Instead of feeling pain your confused nerve endings tell you that you are receiving only pleasure. This triggers off an unexpected mini orgasm. The feeling of your anal muscles clamping on his cock is too much for the 'Doctor' and he comes in your ass with a low groan. 

So the cycle continues. Each man takes your ass without any concern for your pleasure, which ironically only makes you hotter. You clean their cocks as the next one begins his assault. Each fresh load of cum deposited in your ass brings you to a new level of excitement, closer and closer to an orgasm that you fear will be so intense it might kill you.

As Paul slides his cock into your wide stretched ass you are at the very threshold of that orgasm. But the excitement of watching, of being last, of sliding into an ass that looks and feels like a warm vanilla milk shake, is too much. With an animal roar he unloads into you as well. 

A moan of frustration escapes your lips and taking pity on you I tell Kareem, "Finish her off." 

You watch the black butler in the TV screen as he undoes his leather trousers. The massive cock revealed fills you with terror and excitement. It appears to be bigger than anything you have taken in either your ass or your cunt all night, but you are sure it will get you off. As relaxed and stretched as your ass is this big, black cock opens it further. Everyone hears the 'squelch' as it plunges into the pool of jism in your ass. You feel cum, displaced by his member, gush out of your ass and trickle over your cunt. The black man teases you, pumping you until you are ready to come and then slowing down. By now all warnings about only speaking when spoken to are forgotten. You are moaning, begging and pleading for release. Whimpering and promising anything for the chance to orgasm. The butler stops his thrusting, once again at the last possible moment, leaving you trembling with tension. Then with his eyes closed he holds perfectly still; and then cums, depriving you of your orgasm. You feel his cock spurt again and again inside you. As you wonder at the huge quantity of spunk that must be up your ass you practically scream with frustration. As a result you are unprepared for Kareem's next action. As he withdraws his still dripping cock he reaches between your legs and grasps the ring through your clit; and tugs down on it extremely hard.

All the hours of built up tension, excitement and lust go into your orgasm. And more. It seems as every unsatisfactory fuck from the past is resolved. Every faked orgasm is made real. Any sexual tension from your previous years is released in this one instant, all in one exquisite release. Whilst you are transported to another world we all watch you in amazement. We see your cunt ejaculate a clear stream of juice that floods from you and runs down your thighs. Your spasming, cramping muscles force most of the jism from your ass, like champagne coming from a shaken bottle. It spurts from you like the eruption of geyser.

When you come to, after hours or minutes, you find yourself released from your bindings. You reach round your buttocks with one hand, as if to examine the damage. You find your sphincter still open about four inches. Without thinking your fingers begin to explore. You watch yourself on the TV screen as your whole hand enters your ass and you feel the slickness that remains from seven loads of sperm. Your other hand enters your cunt just as easily. As if watching another person you see yourself fisting your ass and cunt at the same time. You sense rather than see all of us watching in a fascinated, almost reverential silence. Amazingly you feel your need for further stimulation grow. You growl, in a low, almost animal voice, "I haven't had a 'real' cock in my cunt all night. Can anyone help me pleeeaassse!"

I laugh in amazement. "It seems we have created a monster." I say. "Kareem, perhaps you should fetch Rex and Butch."