1 comments/ 41687 views/ 5 favorites Captive Hacker By: CaptiveHacker If you enjoyed this story and would like to comment then please write to the link below. I really would like to hear from you. Dedicated to "J" -------------------------------------------------- I am sitting at a vintage dusty computer writing this. Not knowing and not expecting that anybody will ever read it. There is no phone connection, cable modem or any way that I can send it to the real world. The real world, my life, seems a distant and strange dream now. Perhaps that is the main reason I am writing, so that I am reminded of who I was. If the yellowing papers here are to be believed it has been several months since I was Johnny Brain, reasonable hacker and student. It began when my door suddenly burst open to reveal several FBI agents and I was hauled off in handcuffs protesting my innocence of everything to god-knows-where. All my things were taken from me, even my name. I was prisoner 1337, which must have been the idea someone who knows a little hacker slang, or destinies sick joke. I wore a thin cotton suit, no shoes or socks. I could not shower for days. There was little and poor food. The days passed as I was ruthlessly interrogated about my terrorist links. I thought this was all a joke, and at first calmly, then angrily, then despairingly asked for a phone call, a lawyer, any contact with the outside world. These were all denied because I was a dangerous terrorist, and the meaningless questions continued. I did not know how to answer, and tried everything from simple don't knows, outright angry denial, appeals to reason and sullen silence. Nothing made any difference, until I offered to show them the encrypted files on my PC. Even admitting to pirated mp3s and warez were better then the impossible situation I was in. The sight of my PC after such a long time was a shock. The first tangible link to the real world I had seen in weeks. I trembled slightly as I sat down at the keyboard and opened the locked files. I was immediately pushed out of the way as a federal agent started opening the documents that had been hidden. To my total surprise and absolute horror the documents they paged through were densely scientific material about nuclear isotopes, chemical pre-cursors and biological agents. Needless to say the questioning continued un-abated about my links to Osama bin-Laden, al-Queda and Islamic Jihad. I had no way of answering and despaired of proving I did not know how the documents came to be on my machine. After what seemed like several weeks of this, the questioning stopped. In a way I missed the contact because I was left in the white walled cell for hours without a soul to talk to. I lost all sense of time in the continuous white fluorescent light. Exercise was an hour a day walking round a larger white painted room. Meals were still poor and meagre. I lost a lot of weight. Nobody answered my questions. The routine suddenly changed when I was summoned to meet someone. Just the relief of interacting with another person put a spring in my step. I was shown to the ubiquitous interview room. Sitting in the only chair behind a desk was a woman. I'll describe her in a little more detail because she is the principle player in the remainder of this tale. She was of moderate height. Her figure in the tightly tailored suit was good, she was reasonably buxom. She had straight long peroxide blond hair. Strong dark eyebrows, long sensuous lashes, and crystal clear blue eyes. I judged her to be in her early forties. For the first time in an age I heard a voice as the guard introduced me "1337. This is your lawyer. Miss Anne Green." She regarded me impassively. After such a long time without talking my mouth was dry. My voice caught in my throat as I muttered, ".Er. Hi." The guard immediately interrupted. "1337. You will call her Miss Green. Do not talk except to answer her questions." She had held eye contact the whole time, and smiled slightly as the guard said this. The first thing she said to me surprised me a lot. "Remove your clothing 1337." This was the last thing I had expected to hear and did not understand exactly what she wanted. "You want me to do ... what?" I stumbled out. The guard quickly corrected me. "1337. Remove you clothing. Do not talk." I did not really think, and took off the dirty white jacket. Looking briefly round for somewhere to put the jacket, I let it fall to the floor. Then I removed the pants so I stood before Miss Green in only grimy underpants. "That'll do,” she said. "Put your hands on your head and turn around on the spot, slowly." Without thinking I did as she asked. Not knowing if I should stop I continued to rotate under the gaze of the clear blue eyes. The strange incident finished without another word from Miss Anne Green, and I was returned to my cell. I did not know what to make of the inspection except that perhaps it was to check that I had not been physically abused. The mind numbing routine continued for several more days until there was another visit from my lawyer. Again it was the same interview room, the same desk and the same emotionless eyes. She started with the request that I remove my clothing, and I did so, and then I was to stand with my hands on my head before the desk. "1337" she called me. "Your situation is this. You have been tried for treason, among many other grave and serious charges. I argued for your innocence but the tribunal has found you guilty on all charges. You are to be held here in isolation for the rest of your life. It is pointless to argue, I tried everything and anything I cold think of." Her word devastated me. I almost fainted, but the uncomfortable position of keeping my hands on my head stopped me from losing consciousness. "However," she continued. "I have made a very special deal for you. You will be released under my cognisance to live and work in my home, though allowing the Federal authorities access to question you at any time. What do you say?" It was an easy decision. "Sure, yes, of course..." My initial attempts at putting my thoughts in order were immediately interrupted. "You will continue to address me as Miss Green. I see no reason to wait. Let us go to my car now." I bent to retrieve my clothes, but she quickly stopped me. "Leave those here,” And with a gesture to the guard led the way from the interview room, with me dressed only in briefs following her. The night was cold and the sky clear and black. I had not seen the sky for a long time and the sharp points of the stars were breathtakingly beautiful. Miss Green's car was waiting, a long black sleek BMW. Her driver got out to open the rear door for her. On closer inspection, the driver turned out to be a pretty oriental woman with a long black ponytail, a slim figure and dark eyes. Miss Green directed me "You sit in the front next to Benny. He is a bit ripe Benny, but he can clean up back home." So I said goodbye to the Federal detention centre and set out in a black German muscle machine under a cold clear sky. The journey took a couple of hours, over minor back roads. I saw few other vehicles, but it was a blessing just to take in the moon lit trees and natural surroundings. We finally arrived at a very grandiose mansion, brightly lit at the front, but spreading a very great distance off into the shadowy tress on either side. Miss Green led me through the enormous foyer, into what was obviously her office. The desk was massive, and the walls lined with books. Benny the driver followed us in and perched in a patent leather armchair against the wall. I looked round for another chair, but before I could choose the chair that looked comfortable close to a real warming log fire, Miss Green pointed to a spot in front of her desk. "Stand there" she orders me, and I obey. "Hands on your head" she continues, and I do her bidding self-consciously. "Good" she says as she smiles at me. "Well, 1337, welcome to your new life. There are very many details of how you are going to work for me that will be explained to you over the time you are here. Hopefully you are a quick learner?" She smiles at me. "Yes, Anne ... er ... Miss Green" I reply to her question. "Good." She says, and I smile as out eyes meet. Her smile grows broader. "Let me explain a little what you are going to do. It is easy to sum up your duties in general as, 'male bondage sex slave'". I don't know what to say to this extraordinary statement. With a puzzled frown I feel my smile slipping as I try to digest this turn of events. "Let me make it clear" she continues. "You are going to do whatever I say, whenever I say, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Some of which will be of a very personal nature. You will be punished if you disobey or fail to satisfy me. This is the essence of being my slave. Remember that the alternative, if you do not want to serve me in this way is to return to your solitary confinement at the Federal top security establishment that I have, at great personal sacrifice, paroled you. At least nod your head if you understand" she sounds slightly irate as she says this. Carefully, not knowing what to say, I nod. "Excellent" she says immediately and quickly smiles at me. A smile I cannot help but return. "Benny will see that you are cleaned up, fed, and then you'll be brought here to learn some more!" I follow Benny along many corridors and past many doors until she shows me into a pleasant small bedroom. Not well furnished but bright, with a bed, table, small wardrobe and an attached bathroom. Benny instructs me, "Clean yourself up, you'll find soap, a razor, shampoo and a towel in the bathroom. I'll bring you some food and clothes." While Benny is in the room I take the chance to ask her "Is she serious about this!" "Oh yes, absolutely" laughs Benny in a light husky voice. With that she leaves me alone to take the longest hot shower I have ever taken. I towel myself off and wrap it around my middle, a sensible precaution as when I leave the shower, Benny has already returned with a tray supporting a plate of sandwiches and a tall glass of juice. She is twirling something around on her fingers, and I ask with my mouth a little full. "What's that then?" She smiles and hands me a clean pair of white briefs. "This is your costume!" she says with a smile. I half choke on the sandwich, which makes her laugh out loud. "You are a shy one for a sex slave,” she emphasizes, then laughs all the more as I go into the bathroom to change. After I finish the simple, sparse but good food, she abruptly jumps up. "Well, obviously, this is your room" she informs me. "Mistress does not want to see us just yet, let me show you the place to await her summons if you are not doing anything else" With that she leads off, and I have to scurry to keep up with the twinkling heels of her high-heeled boots. She takes me to a large kitchen, and shows me a dim storage room with racks of foods and bottles, some bells on the wall with room names that I guess are the way Miss Green summons her staff. Also a couple of stools, and amazingly, this dusty old PC. "Wait here" Benny tells me and leaves me alone, so I begin to write this. *** Well, I am back here on this computer after an eventful evening. I am now called 'Dick' and am just beginning to get the idea of my new life as a male bondage sex slave. Even though I know nobody is going to read this I am going to write it as a journal. I was left alone for a while thinking about the situation. To be honest it was totally confusing, but one thing seemed obvious to me. There was no way I wanted to return to the isolated, mind numbing solitary existence at the Federal institution I was previously held. There were also several positive aspects to the idea. I didn't know exactly what Mistress Green wanted me to do but it was tantalizingly kinky, and I had as much of a sex drive as any man. Also, there was a possibility that if I could gain her trust, I might find some way of contacting my friends and family and overturning the charges against me. So when Mistress Benny returned to collect me, I was ready to agree. I skipped along after Mistress Benny as she returned me to the study. Happy to be clean, a little less hungry than usual, and wearing clean clothes. Once again when we entered I stood in front of the desk where Mistress Green was sitting while Mistress Benny perched in another chair. I put my hands on top of my head without being asked which made Mistress Green smile. "You do learn quickly don't you? So what is your decision?" I smile back at her, and taking a deep breath tell her. "Yes Miss Green. I will gladly serve as your slave." She clapped her hands smartly and leapt up from the sitting position. "Great. Now I want you to kneel down" and I did so. She came round the corner of the desk to where I kneeled. She approached very closely so I could smell her perfume. Working from behind me I could feel her place a collar round my neck and buckle it closed. She went back to sit behind her desk. "Now I want you to strip totally naked for me" she tells me. I am momentarily embarrassed though I had obviously expected such an order. In the brief time I delay, her smile turns to a little frown and she sighs. I quickly divest myself of my pants so I am standing naked in front of her, but she is still frowning a little. "I don't think you quite understand your position here 1337." She tells me. "When I give an order you immediately and totally obey. Is that clear?" I nod dumbly thinking this is more like a military sergeant major than a Mistress. "OK then," she says, now bend down and touch your toes." I quickly do so. While I am bent over in this position I sense Mistress Green stand up and walk round the desk. The first indication I have of what she is doing is when there is a swish and crack as she swats my naked ass with a ruler! "Ouch" I say, rather unimaginatively. I think about standing up but wisely stay in the same position until she indicates I should. "1337. This is what I mean about your existence. You obey or you are punished. Is that clear? Stand up again." With this order I straighten and look at her again. "Er. Yes Miss Green." I stumble out a reply. She continues to prowl around as she expounds the following information. "1337 is a clumsy designation. From now on, you'll be known as Dick, because that is what you are, and what you are for. You will call me Mistress Green, and it will always be the first thing out of your mouth, and the last thing. Whether you are replying to a question, or begging me for a favour. Is that clear Dick?" "Yes ... errr ... Mistress Green, Yes. Mistress Green." "Good Dick, but you were a little slow there. Touch your toes." And again the ruler is use to swat my ass, twice this time, it was beginning to tingle a little. This slavery business could be quite painful. When she had me standing again, she said it was time to examine her new possession up close. I was to remain totally still. She came and stood very close behind me so I could almost feel the heat of her body through her clothes against my skin. Her perfume again filled my nose, and her breath tickled my shoulders. Unconsciously I felt myself begin to get an erection. I blushed, realising that everybody was watching this, but the tension probably made it worse. She came and stood in front of me, and I had to suppress an embarrassed giggle. She very obviously looked down at my saluting cock and smiled. "You are going to have to learn to keep Dick under control" she tells me. "There are going to be times when you are going to be praying that you can get an erection, but there are times like now when it is totally inappropriate." I start to explain, "But, I mean, Mistress Green, I can't help it, it just happens, you know? ... Mistress Green." She does not greet this outbreak well, and snarls at me, "Down and touch your toes." I quickly obey, and a flurry of ruler strokes tans my ass until it is hurting more than I expected. I am a little frightened by her outburst as she visibly struggles to regain control. The unexpected beating has facilitated my erection going away. Seeing this she smiles again and gets me to stand up. For the first time, she touches me, holding my flaccid cock in one hand. Such a personal touch seconds earlier would have made him erect in no time, but now I am a little embarrassed by the feeling. After holding my cock, and then massaging by balls, she runs her hands over the rest of my body. I start to relax again and my treacherous cock again starts to stir. I try to remember the ruler on my ass and control him. She goes and sits in another chair in the room, and solicits the opinion of Mistress Benny. "So Benny, what do you think?" she asks. Mistress Benny replies, "Mistress. He is very sweet and deliciously shy" is her first comment. Then she continues with, "but he does not understand his position with me very well yet Mistress." It is surprising to hear her refer to our Mistress and I start to think she has the same status as me, but then Mistress Green corrects the impression. "That is your first lesson Dick. Consider everybody your superior until you know otherwise. Master or Mistress as appropriate. Benny here is my devoted slave, such as you should aspire to become. Treat Benny as your Mistress Benny and obey her as you would me. She will not punish you unless it is by my direction, but if she requests that you be punished in some way then you can expect me to listen to her." Mistress Green then continues with her second lesson. "There is a level of misbehaviour that I do not directly prescribe a level of punishment. For very minor transgressions such as not referring to Mistress Benny correctly, you will respond to a special phrase. That phrase is 'I am disappointed...’ if you ever hear that expression, you should immediately fall to the floor, crawl towards me, and on your knees, beg that you be spanked for the transgression. Then I will decide if I have the inclination, or perhaps leave it until I can punish you for an accumulation of your misdemeanours later. Do you understand?" I quickly reply, correctly this time, "Mistress Green, yes Mistress Green." though I am just as quick to guess her next statement. "Very well then. 'I am disappointed' ... that you chose to disrespect Mistress Benny." I know exactly what I should do, and immediately drop to the floor. On the way crawling to Mistress Green's feet I am struck by the incongruity of what I am doing. This seems so bizarre, like I am a kid again with spanking as a punishment, but this is much better than my incarcerated conditions before. I start thinking about what I should say, and as Mistress Green's legs get closer begin to wonder about the sex bit of being her slave. Finally I am at her feet and start my little speech. Mistress Green. I am very sorry that I did not refer to Mistress Benny correctly. Please forgive me. I think you should spank me to punish me for my mistake Mistress Green." I am quite pleased with my humble apology, but Mistress Green is less so. "Very well then. I think you are going to have to be a lot more imaginative and subservient the next time you beg for a spanking, but this time, you'll get your wish. Come bend over my knee Dick." I fold myself over her lap, my ass in the air. I am close to her again, and what with the thinking about sex I realise that I am well on my way to an erection. Fortunately Mistress Green immediately dispels that possibility. Without any great rapidity, but with surprising force she begins to spank me. Quickly I realise that this is not going to be a childhood spanking as my bottom heats up and begins to sting from the blows. Several minutes later I am relieved as she stops, I have to keep biting my lip to keep from crying out. Captive Hacker Ch. 02 If you enjoyed this story and would like to comment then please write to the link below. ----------------------------------------------- I can now confidently say that my lower body is as hairless as Mistress Green wants it. An afternoons waxing with Mistress Benny made that a certainty. I endured the pain as best as I could, indeed any begging and pleading for Mistress Benny to do it quickly only encouraged her to tear the hairs from my legs, crotch and asshole as slowly as she possibly could. When she agonisingly pulled the hairs from around my asshole I almost decided that the solitary Federal cell waiting for me would be the better choice, however I endured by screaming at the top of my lungs. Fortunately it will be some weeks until another waxing is necessary. The next time I attended Mistress Green it started well, she complimented me on the smoothness of my skin as I knelt waiting her commands. I was wearing my uniform, a collar of course, tight enough to make it uncomfortable. A black leather halter round my torso, sheer black silk stockings on suspenders from the halter, and very high black stilettos. Finally a special leather attachment held my cock and balls out in front of me, where they are very vulnerable to punishment, while dividing around my asshole so it is available. Her first command was in keeping with my new role as her sex slave. She wanted me to rub her feet and massage them. I crawled forward as instructed and removed both of her shoes. She has very neat feet, small but beautifully formed. I have never had a foot fetish, but it was not a problem to enjoy giving the massage. Her toenails were short, and painted red. I started by rubbing the bottoms of her feet with my thumbs, using my fingers on the top to help my thumbs push and knead the muscles of her arches. I rubbed all along the arch from next to her ankle to the ball of her foot. After the arches had been relaxed I moved along to the balls of the feet themselves, not pushing so hard, but stretching the flesh and moving it over the bones in that part of the foot. Then I went back to the heel of her foot, holding the heel in the palm of my hand and then tightening my grip around it to squeeze and release the pad here, easing it away from the bone. Finally I went back to the toes, separating each toe and rubbing along the bones and on the webbing. As I was doing this I glanced up at Mistress Green. She was smiling. "Yes Dick, while you are there I think it would be a very good idea to give my toes a good suck as well." I had actually been thinking about the same thing and was happy to oblige. The toes were so sweet that I had no hesitation whereas other women who had asked me had such callused feet it was impossible to consider. I now gave each toe a very personal sucking. Taking the toe in my mouth and running my tongue around it to moisten it all over. Then applying some suck I started to gently push and pull the toe in and out. In the end I had sucked each toe thoroughly, and not knowing what to do started on the massage again. I had now been on my knees for a fair time and it was becoming uncomfortable. I tried to sit down, resting back on my heels but I immediately found the costume made this uncomfortable too, the angle between the harness and the leather that held my cock and balls meant it would nearly castrate me. I was forced to remain kneeling, but started to shift about to ease the discomfort in my knees. After several minutes as I continued the foot massage, Mistress Green looked up from the book she was reading. "Fetch the ruler from my desk Dick" she ordered me. I jumped up, glad to get off my knees and scurried over to the desk. Then she told me. "No you stupid Dick. When you are in my presence you will always crawl." So I had to crawl back to my Mistress feet. When I passed her the ruler instead of continuing the foot massage she told me. "Stand up, bend over and touch your toes." I knew what was coming, but what was worse was that the leather pulled my cock and balls back between my legs. As I expected she quickly beat my bare ass with the ruler. The presence of my balls so close to the falling ruler meant that I was nervous and jumpy expecting severe pain, which somehow made the blows that did land on my testicles much worse. After several strokes she told me "That was for your ridiculous squirming around. Now return to your position" She sat down again. I knew that there was one more requirement. "Mistress Green" I told her "Thank you for teaching me to sit still when serving you, I deserved that punishment Mistress Green" I knelt down again. I could see she was distracted, and didn't seem to be paying much attention to her book. Finally she told me "The massage was adequate. Let's see what else you can do. Come and kneel here" she told me. I went and kneeled at her feet. She sat forward and started to slowly unbutton the front of her jacket. Pushing it back I could see all her upper torso. Her skin was evenly tanned. She had a silver, diamond stud through her belly button. She was wearing a front fastening white bra. She was buxom; probably a 'C' and they stretched the fabric of the bra so I could see the erect nipples beneath. Her hands went to the clasp and she licked her lips. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. With a pop the clasp was released and the two white globes of her tits were released. The nipples were dark, round, wide and very erect. Taking one breast in her own hands she started to guide the teat towards my mouth. I went to reach for the tit myself when she sharply commands me. "No hands. Keep them behind your back at all times." I did so, not really caring, I was turned on by the prospect of sucking her nipples. Mistress Green brushed the nipple against my lips. I opened my mouth to take it in, but she just kept moving it past them. I realised I should hold still and let her do this, but thought it was a good idea to gently breath on it when the opportunity presented itself. This proved a good idea, and after a couple of times Mistress Green was prepared to let me suckle the nipple itself. I enjoyed the feeling of the pert nipple in my mouth. I started to suck holding it between my lips, but after a while I opened my mouth wider to suck it inside. Here I could let my tongue run around the aureola. I was ultra-cautious about using my teeth to nibble, as I wanted to, fearing any punishment if I hurt her. She seemed content to enjoy the tongue movements and the suction, and I enjoyed first one breast and then the other. As she sat back in the chair I could see she was pleased. She appraised me for a moment and then with a complicated manoeuvre lifted her bottom off the chair. Reaching up under her skirt she took hold of her panties and pulled them down until they were around the middle of her thighs. They were white to match the bra. "Remove my panties", she told me, and carefully reaching up I slid them the rest of the way down her thighs. Now free of her underwear she sat forward until she was on the edge of her seat. Slowly she opened her legs wide. Immediately in front of me was her pussy. Wet, glistening with her moisture. The hair had been trimmed neatly to a bikini line. The lips and clitoris were already swollen with desire. "Do your very best she tells me, closes her eyes and relaxes back into the seat. I shuffle forward, and lick my lips, not being able to decide where to start. I move forward until my mouth is almost touching her cunt. I close my eyes, and breathe out. Above me she sighs. My tongue reaches out, and for the first time I taste my Mistress. She is salty and only slightly fishy! I commence with long strokes from the bottom of her pussy lips all the way to her clitoris. I use the full width of my tongue to cover both sides at the same time. I repeat this licking movement several times then I switch to concentrate on just her clitoris. Using the tip of my tongue I push up and under the hood and flick out. I alternate this with pushing on the top of her clitoris hood. Several times I flick push, flick push. I feel my Mistress start to squirm and go back to licking all the length of her pussy. Her arousal has made her even wetter and there is no resistance. Again I spend a little time on her clit, before starting on the pussy lips individually. I find that if I twist my head a little I can suck the swollen pussy lip into my mouth. Again I decide against using my teeth and content her by squeezing the lip between my lips. After both pussy lips have been attended to I go back to her clit. She is very aroused now and very wet when I lick the length of her cunt. Instead of letting my tongue glide over the outsides of her pussy, I extend it as rigidly as I can and probe the depths as far as possible into her vagina. With my tongue extended like this I push up and down the length of her cunt. Mistress Green is certainly close now, and I can feel her thighs start to squeeze against the side of my head. I take this as a sign to increase the speed of my licking, sometimes over the outside of her lips sometimes driving my tongue as deep as I can into her. Her thighs now clamp my head so tight I cannot tilt my head to lick the perimeter of her pussy, I just try to ensure my tongue is buried as far as possible inside. Her hips start buckling on the chair and I can hear her panting. She gasps aloud and rests back, though she still has my head in a vice like grip. I think it impolite to stop totally, but I stop licking leaving my tongue to slowly circle inside her sex. She releases me, and I kneel at her feet. She keeps her legs spread open and absently plays with herself. My heart is beating fast too, and my cock is fully engorged. I can't wait to fuck her properly and squirt my seed deep inside the pussy I had so recently been eating out. She smiles at me seeing my cock so hard. "I can see that you enjoyed that as much as me! You aren't going to come are you?" She jokes. I smile in return. "Mistress Green, no, oh no, I won't come now until you let me. Mistress Green." Thinking how great it is going to be to fuck this woman, deeply spearing her cunt on my cock. But she frowns, "But you haven't come at all since you have been here?" she asks me. "You haven't secretly been pleasing yourself behind closed doors have you?" She looks at me and I swallow guiltily. "Mistress Green, no Mistress Green" I reply as I experience a sinking feeling, hoping she'll believe my lie, thinking there was nothing she could prove anyhow. Unbidden, or perhaps summoned by a mechanism I am unaware of, Mistress Benny appears. "Collect Dick's sheets and the lamp" Mistress Green instructs Mistress Benny. I am filled with remorse and a little apprehension that I lied, but decide to tough it out. All too soon Mistress Benny arrives with a sheet and an ultraviolet lamp. Holding the lamp up the semen stains is obvious, demonstrating that I had jerked off the previous night. Several times to be honest. Mistress Green just looks at me. "Room 1" is all she says. Like a lot of other rooms in Mistress great mansion room 1 has white walls, ceiling and in this case a white tiled floor. This room is dedicated to the punishment of errors by whipping, paddling and caning. The walls are lined with pegs and shelves holding a multitude of the necessary instruments; from a typical riding crop all the way to a massive lead studded cat o'nine tails. There is a frame for securing the offender spread-eagled, that has pivots to allow any attitude or position to be adopted. There is a high horse for securing the offender bent over. As soon as I saw the purpose of the room I was filled with dread and it was only with extreme reluctance that I followed Mistress Green and Mistress Benny through the door. I kneeled as I had been taught wondering if I had made the right decision. Mistress Green informed me gravely "This is not going to be a trivial spanking but a true punishment Dick. There is a special ritual you will use for accepting the correction you receive. I will indicate the appropriate instrument and you will fetch it for me, and present it to me from a kneeling position. "When you present whatever I am going to use to punish you, you will say and believe the following: 'Mistress, I present to you the instrument of my correction in the humble hope that the pain you inflict will enlighten my behaviour. I beg you Mistress to accept this and apply it to my body so that I can learn to serve you to the utmost of my ability. Mistress I fully understand that it is only through the application of the agony and torment of this punishment that I can see the errors I have committed and the path to obedience. Please I beg you teach me through pain Mistress'. "I will then indicate the punishment you will receive, the number of strokes and where they will be laid on your body. You will assume the position I indicate and then you will ask for each stroke in turn. After the stroke you will thank me, and then ask for the next one. "OK, that was a lot of instruction, do you understand Dick?" I swallowed and agreed that I had, although I had already forgotten half of Mistress Green's ritual. She must have realised that I had a problem remembering everything and smiled as she told me "Don't worry. Mistress Benny will help educate you on the finer points!" After the agonising waxing Mistress Benny had given me the previous day, this was not at all reassuring. Mistress Green continued "The frames you see here are for when particularly harsh punishment is required where a slave might not be able to force his body into obeying blindly, but unless I actually strap you into the frame I expect you accept the punishment meekly. Oh, but I do enjoy you begging me to stop if are struggling to keep still!" I am relieved that I am not going to be forcibly restrained, indeed thinking about it I know that if it ever comes to that I will prefer to be returned to the Federal incarceration establishment and go slowly mad in isolation. Mistress Green looked around choosing the right whip. "Yes, I think shelf 8 Dick. Bring it to me as you have been taught." I notice that each shelf is labelled with a number, and that shelf 8 was a medium length thin black cane. I take it down and found it as flexible as a piece of wood though a detached part of my mind noticed it is very light and speculated it is a carbon composite. As I crawled towards Mistress Green my attention focused back on the moment. It seemed both an extremely long-time and also incredibly rapid when I found myself holding the cane up to her. Naturally I totally messed-up the ritual she demanded, remembering half of it, "Mistress Green, I present to you this cane. Please I beg you to accept this and punish me so that I can learn to serve you. I understand that the pain of this punishment is to teach me Mistress Green." I began to blush furiously, embarrassed and humiliated to be asking to be punished like this. She thought this was slightly amusing and told me that Mistress Benny was going to enjoy teaching me the proper address in the afternoon. She then told me, "For coming without permission you are going to be caned 10 times on the back and 5 times on the ass. Stand with your hands on your head and begin." My heart was beating much faster than usual and I felt very tense and apprehensive as I begged for the first stroke. "Mistress Green. Please give me the first stroke on my back Mistress Green?" She waited a little while, and as I stood there clenching my teeth my mind frantically explored the possibility that she was not going to do this. Then the wait was over as she brought the cane swiftly against my back. It did not make as mush noise as I expected really only the swish through the air. Immediately my senses were distracted as a line of fire exploded across my shoulders. I gasped, and squeezing my eyes managed to squeak out the reply she expected. "Mistress Green, thank you Mistress Green." I paused a little and wondered how long I should wait, or even if I could wait before asking for the next stroke. Perhaps it would be more bearable if I inserted a delay between each stroke? Suddenly I heard the swish of the cane again and realised I had waited too long. "No Dick" Mistress Green told me, you immediately ask for the next stroke while thanking me for the last." I immediately asked "Mistress Green, thank you, please can I have the third stroke Mistress Green?" Again the swish and line of fire, "Stupid Dick, you did not ask for that stroke so it does not count, and neither does this one for being out of order. Start at two." While my back burned from the caning, my face from the indignity and my mind roiled from the injustice I asked for the strokes again. "Mistress Green, thank you, please can I have the second stroke Mistress Green?" After the supposed ten strokes that were really more I knew I was going to have to ask for the strokes on my ass. My back was agony, and my buttocks were already clenching as I imagined the pain as she caned my bare ass. "Mistress Green. Thank you for the strokes on my back, please will you cane my ass for the first stroke Mistress Green?" I briefly considered the tactic of making such a verbal and effusive request that it automatically interjected a short time between strokes. Just as briefly I discarded the idea as my mind focused on my about to be abused ass. I heard the swish and felt the cane land. The sudden pain caused me to yelp aloud. It hurt as much as across my back but it was so much worse as the pain afterwards lingered even more profoundly. "Mistress Green, thank you, please can I have the second stroke Mistress Green?"I continued. I was finding it difficult to keep still, and after the third stroke, I quickly begged for her to stop. "Mistress Green, please no more Mistress." She paused and I didn't feel the stroke so I hurriedly continued. "Mistress Green I understand my lesson, please don't beat me any more. Please Mistress Green." But the pause was only momentary as she continued to carry out my punishment. I managed to endure the remainder of the caning and gratefully returned the cane to its shelf. I noticed that Mistress Benny's eyes were bright and her lips were moist, and she had her hand up her skirt. I was troubled that she seemed so turned on by this. The final humiliating requirement was to humbly thank Mistress Green for teaching me, and promising to learn so that I would never come without permission again. Mistress Green dismissed us with the injunction that Mistress Benny was to educate me in the afternoon, and handed her a riding crop to help. I was not looking forward to her lesson. *** I have just endured another painful, humiliating, and simply revolting day. Each moment I consider ending this terrible servitude and returning to the cell awaiting me. Maybe there is some hope that my friends and family will clear me of the charges levelled against me and get me freed. I spin fantasies that even at the moment my case is being heard by the Supreme Court and I could be free tomorrow. Let me write about the events that have happened since I last wrote in this journal. The afternoon following my first whipping was as painful as I expected it to be at the hands of Mistress Benny. I was to learn the proper ritual for accepting punishment so I expected that she would explain the ritual again. But no, she told me that I would have to remember every detail myself, because only then would I learn it truly and deeply. She made me bend over and stood near me with a riding crop. I would start the ritual as I remembered it and then I would stumble or mistake a word. Mistress Benny would then correct me by providing the required word, and also a blow to my ass cheeks. Captive Hacker Ch. 02 Naturally it took a lot of strokes to obtain the complete wording of the ritual. One sentence I had to prise from her a word and a stroke of the riding crop at a time. Other times I managed to correctly guess several words in succession. As my ass began to hurt more and more I eventually puzzled out the words of the ritual, and Mistress Benny was correct, there is no way I can ever forget them now. In the morning my back and ass had recovered from the beating they received, which is a mercy since that morning was to be as painful as the last. It started slightly differently. I had to wake at some ungodly hour of the morning and attend Mistress Green as she woke in her bedroom, room 23. At 6am I was to be kneeling silently by the bed ready for her orders as she awoke. It was not so difficult to get up early as my duties so far had been extremely light, and having nothing else to do than write up this journal I was always asleep early in the evening. I showered and dressed in my uniform. I was not allowed to break my fast without Mistress Benny so I was hungrier then ever as I silently as possible slipped through the door to kneel next to the bed. I was pleasantly pleased to see both Mistress Green and Mistress Benny sharing the same bed. Their long hair, blond and black mingled on the pillows as they slept. As I continued to wait, my mind wondered and considered the sexual possibilities, and being relaxed, though uncomfortable on my knees, my cock hardened and I began playing with it. After a while of this I noticed that Mistress Benny was watching me. Perhaps she was hoping I'd do something really silly like jerk off in front of her, as it was I let go of my hard penis. She looked at me impassively as she slipped from the bed and padded to the adjoining bathroom. She was wearing a pretty peach silk camisole top and matching French knickers, which showed of her shapely behind really well. There was little I could do as my cock stood to attention again. With Mistress Benny gone from the bed I saw Mistress Green begin to stir. Finally she opened her eyes, and after a while saw me kneeling as instructed. She wriggled around a little and then lay back on the pillow. "Dick, you are to crawl to the end of the bed. You will lift the covers and slide up to my crotch where you will eat my pussy until I come. You will keep your hands behind you at all times." With these words I hastened to obey, and it was a relief to change from a kneeling position. I accomplished this enjoyable task and felt that I did it well. Now I was hoping that I would be allowed to ball the bitch and shoot my load into her, but she didn't want that, and after I had slipped out of the bed and reassumed the kneeling position she gave me a slightly irate look. She told me I was still much too green and untrained and that I should go to room 3 after breakfast and await her there. After a breakfast that took the edge off my hunger, though left it knawing at my insides, I waited in room 3. Like many other rooms it was white and appeared to be a shower or wash room, though it had an astonishingly high ceiling. It must have been two floors high! There was a very large showering cubicle, and there were many drains in the floor. There were a lot of cupboards, but since they were all shut I could not make out their contents. There were a couple of stools but no punishment frames or the like. It was impossible to decide what the room was for; it didn't look like a room for Mistress Green's bath or shower because it was very impersonal and cold for that. Nor was it like room 12 where I had been shaved and waxed. I knelt and waited. When Mistress Green arrived the first thing she commanded was for Mistress Benny to remove Mistress Green's knickers. I immediately thought that this was going to lead to a lesbian sex scene and eagerly watched. Mistress Benny knelt reverently before Mistress Green, and reached up to slowly pull the garment to the floor so it could be stepped out of. The knickers were then handed back to Mistress Green. I was even more aroused when Mistress Green perched on a stool, hiking up her skirt a little so that she could spread her legs wide. I could see every detail of her beautiful pussy. Mistress Benny was also paying a lot of attention! I really hoped Mistress Benny would do the same thing. Strangely however, Mistress Green directed me to bring a glass jug from one of the cupboards. Puzzled, I did. I crawled over the floor to offer the jug to her, but she refused it. "Don't be stupid Dick" she told me. "You are going to hold the jug so I can piss in it." I was slightly disgusted by the idea, but if that's what she wanted it did not seem too onerous. I held the clear glass jug still as Mistress Green released a long stream of yellow piss into the jug. In one continuous stream she peed a pint. Towards the end as the stream lessened I had to hold the jug closer and found the slightly rancid smell of her pee to be nauseating. The jug was warm in my hands, which didn't help. She dabbed the last drops from her pussy lips using the panties. I was looking for somewhere to crawl away and empty the jug when Mistress Green's instructions stopped me. "I am being immensely generous to you Dick. You are going to have one chance of practising to be my toilet slave before you have to do it for real. A toilet slave would normally be trained from the beginning to drink my pee straight from my pussy, but that is time consuming because they have to be punished when they puke it up and it takes them a while to learn to keep it down. I am judging that you are going to be able to do this almost immediately. Do everything you can to prove I'm right, do not puke this up, and be ready tomorrow to accept my pee when you service me in the morning. Unbelievably merciful because Mistress Benny is going to dilute it for you too. Then you can drink the lot." Mistress Benny fetches a bottle of mineral water from one cupboard. The idea of diluting urine with the expensive brand of water seemed particularly perverse. The jug was topped up to hold two pints of warm yellow diluted urine. As I kneeled there holding the jug I wondered what I should do. I was sickened and revolted by the idea, but knew that if I refused she would undoubtedly beat me again. So I had a choice, drink the piss, get whipped or go back to prison. Obviously I had never drunk piss before so in the end I decided to try it, to see how bad it was. I thought it best to just go for it and try and finish the whole lot. Closing my eyes I brought it to my lips and quickly started to drink it all. The flavour was salty and a little rank, it was warm and it smelled a bit, but worst of all it made me nauseous thinking of its origin. I tried really hard to forget the feeling and think about something else. Mistress Green commented to Mistress Benny that I was readily submissive and I had been a good choice as they watched me drink every drop. I knelt there trying to contain the vomiting. Any second my stomach threatened to spew the lot out. I could feel it jumping and the gorge rose in my throat. My mouth started to salivate, a sure sign I was just about to throw. Luckily at that moment Mistress Green distracted me by telling me to suck the pee on her panties. This was the perfect distraction, as the knickers tasted more of soap powder then urine. After this humiliating event I would normally retreat to the kitchen and do whatever work was necessary there, but Mistress Green led me back to her study where she was working, and Mistress Benny went about her own chores. While Mistress Green read papers and made notes I attended her as she needed, bringing her drinks and snacks and massaging her feet when she wanted. The problem was that the two pints of liquid were beginning to distend my bladder, so I started to shift about wondering when I could get away to pee. Mistress Green glared at me and I kept as still as I could, but I really needed to pee. I couldn't stand it any more and humbly requested "Mistress Green. Please can I go and pee Mistress Green?" "No" she replied. I tried really hard to ignore the pressure of my bladder but had to ask again. "Mistress Green. I really must go, please let me pee Mistress Green?" This time she smiled and my heart leapt; she was going to let me go. "No" she again says. "And stop fidgeting about." At least she didn't forbid me from asking again and after a few minutes when the pain had become so intense it felt as if my bladder was becoming numb, I asked again. "Mistress Green. Please please let me go pee! It is hurting so much. I really need to go Mistress Green." At last I hear what I had hoped. "Yes you can go pee", and then she left me hurting more as she continued, "but you are going to have to beg extraordinarily prodigiously before you can go. Only after I am happy will I let you go." I am grateful that I'll finally be allowed to go, and try to hang on as I beg and plead with her. "Mistress Green you are a wonderful and kind Mistress to let me see to my own needs. You are so generous that you release me from your side for me fulfil my wants. You understand that I cannot discipline my body properly and must interrupt my servitude to you Mistress Green." I continue several minutes, as the pressure becomes unbearable agony. I clutch my hand to my crotch, crushing the penis in my fist trying to keep from pissing there and then. Mistress Benny appears, I guess from having Mistress Green summon her somehow. "Take Dick to piss" is all Mistress Green says. Having to crawl out of her presence is almost the end, as I fear the urine is already leaking from my willy. Outside the room at least I can walk unsteadily on the high heels and take hold of my penis again to choke the flow as I follow Mistress Benny. Instead of taking me back to my room Mistress Benny leads me to room 8 nearby. I am very grateful she has not forced me to trudge all over the house, but am dismayed when I see that room 8 is not exactly a toilet. In the centre of the floor there is a small child's potty. Adjacent are two rings suspended above head height whose purpose I cannot determine. Mistress Benny directs me. "You must squat above the potty, your hands on your head, and piss into it" I am so unbelievably desperate that I follow these orders without question. Immediately I squat my pee starts to flow, and very quickly I have no control at all. I endeavour to keep as much as possible in the potty but the relief is so great I cannot even squeeze the muscles to hold it in. Piss goes all over the place, mostly forming a wide puddle on the floor that Mistress Benny disdainfully avoids stepping in. The spray and particularly wild gyrations of my cock also end up soaking my stockings around the thighs. After the initial flow has eased and I can begin to control myself again I am struck by the deep shame with what I have had to do. Betrayed by the pain in my bladder forcing me to humiliate myself, not only in having to beg for this basic human function, but also the absurd conditions that have me spraying piss all over the floor. "If! You had listened to my instructions Dick" Mistress Benny interrupts my embarrassed thoughts, "you would have learned that a single drop missing the potty results in punishment. The absolute mess that you have made defies anything as straightforward. I am now going to whip you. You notice the rings above you? You will grasp them. Furthermore I revoke your toilet rights, if you need to pee, you will hold on to the rings and I will whip you as you pee." The only thing I can think of is to protest. "Mistress Benny please don't punish me! I really needed to go pee, and Mistress Green gave me permission. I am sorry about the mess I will clean it up Mistress Benny." She is unswayed by my pleading. "Yes, you will clean it up, and you will find that Mistress Green allows me to handle the house training of a slave as I feel fit. I think if you even mention it to Mistress Green, she will be so disgusted she will whip the skin off your whole body. Now hold the rings." I am so scared of Mistress Benny that I consider defying her, but she is undoubtedly right, Mistress Green would not like the mess I made, and would almost certainly believe Mistress Benny over me in any case. Meekly I submit to what I know is going to be a terrible punishment. Mistress Benny is very careful where she places her strokes, they always land on my buttocks but she can control the cane so that they land on one cheek, or the other, or both at once. The pain becomes as great as the beating the previous day and I start to plead with her to stop. She seems to know exactly how much I'll take because as I think of rebelling and stopping the punishment myself, she finally relents. With an ass that is still aflame I get on my knees and clean the floor until Mistress Benny is satisfied. When I am returned to Mistress Green there is another indignity I am forced to suffer. She notices that my stockings are wet with my urine, and tells me she is disappointed at my lack of control. Aware of the special phase, I beg to be spanked, even as my ass is just cooling from its beating. Mistress Green does not want me anywhere near her lap, so she first makes me take off the stockings and stuff then into my mouth. The deep revulsion I feel at having to taste my own pee helps me endure the spanking on my already abused bum. I am given clean stockings, which I am surprised to find I enjoy wearing, I have become accustomed to the feeling of them on my legs, and feel naked without them! The afternoon is as miserable as the morning, and I realise, if I had not before, that Mistress Green and Mistress Benny are deliberately forcing me into degrading situations. At lunchtime, as well as the tiny repast I usually receive, I am also given another two pints of liquid. Fortunately only water this time, but this again forces me into a long pleading session trying to persuade Mistress Green let me go to the toilet. Realising that I am going to need to go, I start begging long before I am absolutely bursting, which is a sensible precaution because Mistress Green keeps me grovelling on my knees for a greater time. This time in room 8 there is no pretence that I am supposed to urinate into the potty. Mistress Benny instructs me to hold the hoops. I am to start pissing as the first blow lands on my buttocks. A minimum of 10 strokes later, or more if I need to piss more, the whipping will stop. I try to piss as quickly as possible to minimise the punishment but it is very difficult to piss as you clench your buttocks to try to endure the pain of the blow. I am intensely humiliated to be pissing like this, it seems so uncivilised to just let it stream out over the floor, and then inevitably as there is less in my bladder it begins to run down my legs, warm trickles inside the stockings. After cleaning the floor, again, I am unsurprised that Mistress Green requires me to push the dirty stockings into my mouth as a gag while she spanks me. *** I am resolved in a course of action! Today has again been humiliating, degrading and painful, even more than previously. I am going to return to the Federal detention centre that Mistress Green took me from. I know that I am going back to a life of isolation, but there is one small hope. I am going to make an effort to discover where in this house there is a link to the outside world. A phone I can use undetected, and before returning I am going to tell my family what has happened and to work for my release. Particularly I am going to mention that the lawyer appointed to me is a disgusting sadistic bitch, and that I want to bring charges against her! With this small hope I am going to endure as much as I can in the belief that as soon as someone has been contacted I will be away from this monster. This journal is useful evidence and will help me remember the degrading tasks and painful punishments meted out during my barely voluntary stay. Make no mistake, though I started thinking this was possibly a much better situation than being held for life in solitary confinement, it has turned into a living hell. My day started much as the last one. An early and hungry awakening then waiting while Mistress Green slept. My butt cheeks had been so sore when I went to bed the night before that I had slept on my front, but overnight they had recovered and luckily there was no residual pain. Today there was no Mistress Benny beside her so it was later that she stirred. My knees were again very uncomfortable from the long vigil. Finally she stirred and saw me. "Well, you know the routine Dick, get moving. Oh, but forget the tongue job, today I just need to piss." My heart froze. I had almost forgotten what I had been trained for the previous day and had been expecting to just orally satisfy her. Just do it! I told myself as I had yesterday. I crawled around to the foot of the bed and slipped under the covers. As I got closer to her spread legs and the crack of her pussy I realised the magnitude of what I was about to do. I had been utterly degraded, placed in a position that I was about to consume the waste product of another person to avoid certain punishment. Then the time for philosophical consideration was over and I placed my mouth over the pussy lips of her cunt. I used my tongue to push underneath her urethra so that hopefully the urine would stream into my mouth rather than the bed that would surely get me punished. Suddenly the difficulty of her requirements hit me. Could I actually drink it fast enough? It was only moments before my questions were answered. Warm salty liquid flowed over my tongue. Not a huge flood, as I feared but a reasonable continuous stream. My mouth filled with her piss, today undiluted, and I nearly lost it and puked there as I experienced the full force of the rancid taste. I realised that I was going to have to swallow just by pressing my tongue against the roof of my mouth to let the pee continue to enter. Just the act of swallowing and not choking filled my entire mind, and it was not until after I had had swallowed several mouthfuls that the enormity of what I had done struck me again. Again I nearly puked, but I struggled and managed to hold it down. I had to drink three whole mouthfuls until the flow began to diminish. Finally I could not feel any more coming. "A little lick now Dick" I was instructed. So I used my tongue to remove any drops of piss from Mistress Greens cunt. "Now go and run me a warm bubble bath." I was told. I slipped out of the bed and went through to the adjoining bathroom. This was much more in keeping with the grandness of the big house. The tub in the middle of the floor was the size of an Olympic pool. Again the decorator had favoured white, but in this case it was white marble and limestone. The trim on the taps and handles was gold, a deep gold colour I surmised meant that they really were gold the metal and not just the colour. The necessary oils and lotions were neatly arranged and so I drew a warm bubbly bath. While I was doing this, Mistress Green came in. I immediately dropped to my knees, as I ought. She was dressed in a pretty pale blue camisole top and French knickers that matched the set that I had seen Mistress Benny wearing the previous day. Without a thought she removed her clothing, absent-mindedly handing the wispy silk to me to hold. I carefully laid her nightclothes on one of the many upholstered stools not knowing where they should go. Standing there naked, Mistress Green was a fantastic site. I completely forgot about how much of a bitch she was as I enjoyed the curves of her body. Her hips were unfashionably wide, but they made her butt into a perfect heart shape. The rest of her body was as classically beautiful. I started day dreaming about screwing that perfect body, wondering when my duties as a sex slave would start, so far I had been more of a whipping boy and target for degradation. Captive Hacker Ch. 02 Seeming to make up her mind, Mistress Green stopped the running water and went and perched on the edge of a toilet. "I think there is a drop left" she tells me as she sits there opening her thighs wide. Suddenly I realise what she means and blushing at the humiliation I crawl forward to again drink her urine. She squeezes a little out, and though I am revolted at the taste it does not automatically make me want to retch. She keeps me in that position, and instructs me to continue to lick her pussy. I notice that she is squeezing or pushing because I feel her cunt press against my tongue rhythmically. With horror and disgust I realise that she is having a dump and that as I sit here tonguing her pussy she is squeezing the shit from her asshole. Sure enough I hear the splash and plop as each turd falls into the toilet bowl. Naturally there is also rather an odour, when combined with the thought of her urine in my stomach causes feelings of nausea again. I hold my feelings on a tight rein thinking that it would be hypocritical and undoubtedly pointless to complain to Mistress Green about her uncouth behaviour, especially as I am the one pressed to her pussy drinking her piss. She squeezes several more turds into the toilet bowl. There is a last dribble of pee for me to drink before she sits back and I back away a little. "Where the fuck do you think you're going!" she angrily remonstrates. I am surprised and hold still. "Take some paper and clean my asshole as well as you can." I nervously do as she asks, using more paper than is really necessary but reluctant to press too hard in case she decides that I am being too rough, and punishing me for that. The act disgusts me, though less than having to drink her pee, in fact I am more embarrassed to have to help a grown woman like this. "Now a bath," she tells me, probably just thinking aloud. "Lie on the floor face up." I am puzzled by the request but obey. I think it is rather unnecessary to act all shy about her nudity while taking a bath since I have seen her completely naked, and even eaten her cunt. I lie down and stare at the ceiling, and drift off into another daydream about fucking her. Her rapidly descending ass suddenly obscures my view! I move to get up, but before my head is even an inch off the floor her weight hits me and knocks me against the floor again. Her pussy is pressed over my nose and her thighs hold the top of my head. "Give me a bath now Dick!" she commands. "You did clean me properly didn't you? So get that tongue out and give my little rose bud a nice tongue bath!" I am trapped beneath her butt and am again trapped in indecision. When should I rebel and demand to be returned to incarceration? I had not yet found any phone in the house so I was desperate to remain a little longer. Tentatively I stick my tongue out, until I touch the right area. Immediately she shifts back and her asshole is covering my mouth. With my nose in her pussy and my mouth covered I cannot breath at all. Panicking I start to lick her ass vigorously, and as she shifts to get more comfortable I find that it is just possible to breath through my nose. As I stop being so worried about my air supply my current predicament intrudes. I feel deeply degraded to be doing this, and then I suddenly realise that there is a bitter taste in my mouth. Horrifically she had not been as clean as I had hoped and I could taste her excrement. Nothing could stop it this time and I felt the vomit rise up my throat. I thought I was going to drown and almost started to struggle against the weight of her on my face. With an amazing amount of control I managed to avoid choking by swallowing the sick again. The very acrid taste of the vomit removed any trace of her shit from my mouth, and enabled me to continue to rim her tight little hole. She sat on my face like that for several minutes and I had to continue debasing myself. She started moving around a lot more, first of all presenting her pussy to lick and then moving back implying I had to lick her asshole again. When she had had enough she calmly slipped into the warm bath water and started washing herself with soap, around her crotch and ass. As I struggled back to a kneeling position I was nearly in tears, angry and resentful over her treatment. If she was going to wash, then why not wash before I gave her asshole a tongue bath? Tears of injustice pricked at my eyes. After the bath I helped Mistress Green dress. She selected her own outfit in the next room; a room devoted entirely to wardrobes of clothes. I wouldn't have known where to start. I had to fasten the various straps and buckles, slipping clothes carefully over her skin. Making sure her stocking seams was straight. She wore her knickers over her stockings to make them easier to remove she informed me. I had to beg to be spanked one time when I let her bra strap snap against her skin and my bottom was warmed for the morning. While Mistress Green and Mistress Benny were eating their breakfast I was informed that Mistress Green would be out of the house, and Mistress Benny would have her own chores and so could not supervise me closely, after breakfast Mistress Benny would provide me with a list of jobs. I delighted in this news because it gave me a chance to search for a phone. After watching the two Mistresses' break their fast on many tasty and delicious things; my little breakfast of juice and buttered toast seemed very meagre. Another day I was going hungry, it seemed like I had always been hungry. Mistress Benny was waiting in room 3 so I hurried along. When I entered the first thing I was informed was that I was going to have to wear a nappy! Mistress Benny looked at me and told me "After the mess you made yesterday, your toilet privileges have been removed. I will not have the time to whip your ass as you piss, so I have chosen a suitable alternative. The nappy will prevent you making a mess and when I remove it, you can be punished if it is dirty!" It seems pointless to argue and I meekly submit. I had decided the previous night that I was only going to satisfy my thirst last thing at night, and then only drink what I was given during the day. That way after emptying my bladder in the morning, the only time I would need to use the toilet would be if I had to drink a large quantity of Mistress Green's urine. The piss and juice I had drunk did not seem to be causing me any trouble so far so I could ignore the nappy as another embarrassing thing. I had to lie on a low level counter as Mistress Benny removed the uncomfortable leather strap that held my dick and balls available, she also removed the stockings which had the strange effect of making me feel naked. Then she powdered my hairless crotch and smeared some cream right in my ass crack. The nappy was a normal towelling nappy, and the last step was a pair of rubber pants over the outside to hold leaks. The whole procedure takes longer than I expect, it seems pretty silly, and the end result has me ashamed to be seen looking like a parody of a baby. Ten minutes later I was cleaning the floor of one of the numerous bathrooms when Mistress Benny comes into the room. "Nappy check" she informs me. I laconically inform her that I have not used it yet. I hope I sound humble enough and not cheeky, but that does not matter because Mistress Benny immediately launches into a fearsome tirade. "You aggravating Dick! You ungrateful slime! You pathetic male ass licker! It took me an age to costume you in the necessary gear so that you can satisfy your little depravity for messing yourself, and all you can do is sneer at me and inform me you don't need it!" This calls for some harsh punishment." I realise that perhaps I had sounded a little trite and hasten to apologise. Mistress Benny leaves the room and I scurry along behind apologising as profusely as I can. She takes me to room 8 where I was whipped as I pissed the previous day, and again I have to hold the rings that depend from the ceiling. Mistress Benny removes the nappy and proceeds to whip my ass with the cane she used previously. She whips until I am approaching the point I cannot handle the pain anymore. My ass is painful. After the whipping we return to room 3 and a repeat of the process of putting on another nappy. The rough cloth irritates my burning ass as I return to my chores. I try to put the embarrassing interlude from my mind and continue my work. The simple menial tasks allow me to forget the embarrassing and degrading situation and daydream of freedom, and sometimes fantasise about fucking Mistress Green. A little time has passed and again Mistress Benny pops into the room and demands a nappy check. She cannot be serious! Obviously I had not used it in the short time I had been wearing it, but again I am treated to the accusation that I am wasting her time. It takes all my courage to hold the rings and let Mistress Benny hurt my already painful ass. It feels like I will never be able to sit again. As Mistress Benny places another nappy over my agonising bum I have an epiphany: I am meant to use the nappy, Mistress Benny wants to punish me for a dirty nappy, not having a clean one! The whole nappy rigmarole now takes on a new light as I realise this is another sadistic procedure to humiliate me and degrade me. I again return to my chores trying to decide the best course of action. My ass is feeling so abused that I come to the conclusion I must use the nappy and take the risk the punishment for a dirty nappy is not worse than a clean one, and it couldn't be, could it? As I kneel there contemplating this dilemma I realise the depths to which I had been forced. I was a grown man thinking of deliberately wetting himself. Putting my decision into practise was actually harder than I expected; the bonds of self control assumed as we grow up are not easily severed. Finally I miserably sat there and felt my piss fill the cloth of the nappy. I continued to perform my chores, and Mistress Benny appeared as before. This time when asked I admitted that the nappy was full. With a gleam in her eye, Mistress Benny told me that I should crawl over to her feet and explain myself and beg to be cleaned. As I did so I felt so low. "Mistress Benny forgive me" I started. "This poor creature of a pathetic slave cannot control his own bodily functions. I have pissed in my nappy Mistress Benny. Please clean me Mistress Benny" We returned to room 8, the full nappy uncomfortable against my naked crotch, as it squelched and squashed around. Mistress Benny obviously viewed the sodden nappy with distaste and I was the one that removed it. A bucket was provided for the soaking cloth. With a lot of trepidation I again clasped the rings. I did not know if I could stand much more pain inflicted on my ass, but Mistress Benny was merciful and the ordeal was over quickly. I had made the right decision; a full nappy was better than an empty one. When Mistress Benny had a clean nappy in position I returned to work. I knew that I was going to have to fill the nappy again, but my bladder was very empty. I ended up crouching on the floor straining to get any little drop out of my cock. As I continually failed to do so I began to get extremely nervous that Mistress Benny would appear. Moving around into a proper squat I thought that I felt the beginning of a possible trickle of pee. While doing this, I had a horrible feeling, and then just as the thought formed, I felt a bowel movement. The head of a turd was pushing from my ass; I could actually feel it against my ass cheeks. A consolation was that a small amount of urine did enter the nappy. I did not know what to do about my half emerged shit and tried for a while to work with it where it was, but that was too uncomfortable, so that in the end I found it easier to squat and let the whole shit fill my nappy. I was highly conscious of the fact I had fouled myself, disgusted that I had to do it, but reassured that at least it was a dirty nappy and Mistress Benny would be happy. Though it was easier to work I was reminded of the shit coating my ass and insinuating itself in my crotch as I moved around. Mistress Benny did not check on me again until a little before lunchtime. I had found that my bladder was full again and made the mistake of thinking it would be better in the nappy. The combination of faeces and urine in the nappy as I moved around had resulted in something that felt like thick diarrhoea. Mistress Benny looked really revolted as I crept towards her and explained my depravity, how I had been unable to control my own bowels. In room 8, the nappy went into the same bucket, and Mistress Benny stood as far away as possible as she whipped my shit covered ass. This explained the fact she only used two strokes. She actually put the now shitty cane in the bucket too! Back in room 12 the purpose of the unusually large shower became obvious as I was literally hosed down with a painful jet of cold water. Mistress Benny perked up at this and used the jet to abuse my asshole as I bent over holding my ass cheeks apart. After a small repast at lunch, I drank a lot of water, and I was equipped with a clean nappy. I easily filled the nappy but Mistress Benny did not check the end of the afternoon when my chores were deemed complete, by which time I had had to use it repeatedly to empty my overfull bladder. This nappy again joined the others in the bucket and Mistress Benny used a clean cane to give me the final beating of the day. There was another indignity I was subjected to that revolted me, before I could finally clean up and perch, avoiding sitting on my painful bottom, and writing this journal entry. When Mistress Green returned home I had to explain that during her absence I could not control my bodily functions and had dirtied several nappies. Mistress Benny was directed to instruct me on the steps I should take to prevent myself making the same mistake. I could have pointed out that the mistake was a conscious decision to avoid a heap of pain but wisely held my tongue! In room 12 I was given the foetid bucket containing the nappies and a shallow trough. Each nappy had to be scraped of shit and wrung as dry as possible into the trough, by hand. Sickened by the smell and the depravity of the task it took me a long time to clean them so that Mistress Benny was satisfied. She then showed me a special stool that enabled me to sit and wash the nappies in the sink. The stool was special in that the trough of my faeces and urine were placed on top and I sat in my waste as I cleaned the nappies. It was exceptionally disgusting and again it took a long time to get the nappies clean enough to please Mistress Benny. I was then hosed down again and the ordeal was over. *** Coming soon... Captive Hacker Ch. 03 Dedicated to "J" My search for a phone has so far failed. I think I can stand the perversions until I find someway of contacting my family and friends. Hopefully a short call will be enough to let them know I still exist and explain that I have been found guilty by some extra-legal counter-terrorist agency even though I am totally innocent. I am perceived to be a threat to national security and I have not been allowed any access to the outside world with the exception of my so-called counsel. She informed me after the fact I had been found guilty. Then she offered me this position as her sex slave which I took thinking it would be better than rotting in solitary confinement. My assumptions about my duties have so far been far short of reality and I have suffered another embarrassing and degrading day. I am keeping this journal as a reminder of the indignities I have suffered. The day started as usual. I had to attend Mistress Green, kneeling by her bed from an early hour, until she awoke and needed me. After rising I showered, shaved and put on my uniform. A black leather collar never left my neck, even at night. It was tight so I was always reminded of its presence. I had a top made of black leather straps that looked and acted like a harness. I then very carefully put on sheer black stockings, which attached to suspenders on the harness. I had become accustomed to wearing the stockings over my shaved legs. An uncomfortable crotch strap then went in a 'Y' shape from the back of the harness round my asshole and then up to hold my cock and balls in a tight grip facing out from my body before being clipped onto the harness at the front. Black high heels completed the outfit. On previous days she me perform oral sex on her as she woke, but today she only needed to pee. When she woke I crawled into her bed up to her pussy, fastened my mouth over her cunt and drank her piss as she used me for her toilet. I ran her a bath and dressed her. Today she selected a bikini and a robe because she wanted to work on her tan. I kneeled at her feet as she and Mistress Benny had their breakfast, and then had a little to eat myself. When I had finished I had to carry an enormous bag of things as she went out to lie by the pool. In her presence I must crawl, so to carry the bag it was placed on my back. Previous experience convinced me the threats she made of punishment if I dropped the bag were real. I managed to make my way to her sun bed by the pool, and her only comment was that she was 'disappointed' I had taken so long. This expression has a special significance, and upon hearing it I must beg to be spanked for whatever minor behaviour she is not happy with. I had become accustomed to being spanked so I found it painful and slightly humiliating but accepted the punishment. It was pleasantly hot and sunny and the day started well. First of all Mistress Green required that I rub suntan oil all over her body, which was very arousing. She had immediately taken off the robe and bikini top but left the bottom part on. This was the first time I had properly touched her body with my hands and it was quite thrilling. I kept hoping that my duties as a sex slave would allow me more intimate contact, and this seemed like a step in the right direction. When it came to massaging the oil into her breasts I was very aroused, and I don't think I was very subtle as I my hands worked over her tits. She didn't complain though, and seeing my cock was becoming erect told me "You don't want to get sunburned Dick!" and proceeded to rub oil into my cock, pulling it and massaging it with oily hands. This was only a tease and she told me I could sit in the shade. The bag contained many things. As well as lotions and oils, there was a huge icebox with lots of cooling drinks and juices. These I served to Mistress Green on request. I was sorely tempted to drink something myself, but I knew that if I needed to pee I would have to grovel very humbly, and then when she agreed Mistress Benny would beat me on the buttocks as I pissed in front of her. Late in the morning Mistress Green required me to perform a truly disgusting act. She needed to piss, and sat on the edge of the sun bed with her legs apart, one hand holding the bikini aside as I pressed my face against her pussy to drink her urine. After the initial flood of piss she sat forward, and told me in a calm voice. "Dick I also need to crap. Put you hands out and catch my shit while you drink my piss." She used the other hand to hold her bikini out of the way while I held my hands out under her ass, my face still buried in her crotch. I did not know what to expect and it felt strange as the warm lumps of faecal matter dropped onto my out-stretched hands. I was revolted by the feel and the thought about what was actually there. Luckily she couldn't see my face, as I am certain it showed my disgust. When she had finished she told me to wrap the turds, clean my hands and return with paper to wipe her ass. Carrying the shit in my hands as I hobbled on my knees back to the bag was even more disgusting as I could see what I was carrying. I tried to ignore the smell and not look at it as my stomach threatened to throw-up my little breakfast. In the bag I had been carrying I found the necessary papers and wrapped Mistress Green's excrement. Then I fastidiously cleaned my hands, aware that I could not take too long before returning to wipe Mistress Green's bottom. As soon as I could I scurried back and carefully wiped her ass. She did not complain about the time taken. Previously she had sat on my face so that I could tongue her asshole after shitting, but today she lay across the sun bed, her ass in the air. This made it harder because I had to force myself approach to lick her asshole. It was as unpleasant as last time and again I felt the need to puke as I tasted the bitterness of the remains of her toilet. I tried to avoid the taste by summoning as much saliva as I could manage but it did not help and she made me tongue her ass very thoroughly. I had the distinct impression that this was going to be a common occurrence. During the afternoon the clouds that had been building up on the horizon released a torrent of rain. After lunch Mistress Green informed me that she was relaxed and horny enough for some exercise indoors and I was to help. She told me to wait in room 6. Room 6 was not decorated in the soft white colours of the other rooms I had been in, but appeared to be a semi-formal sitting room. There were a large number of couches, chaise-longue and straight backed chairs. There were some stools and tables, high and low. The walls had a dark patterned wallpaper and numerous cupboards. The floor was carpeted. I knelt and waited for Mistress Green. When she entered I was amazed, she was dressed as I expected a Dominatrix to dress. A black full cup basque. Suspenders holding sheer black stockings with matching panties over, black high heels and long black gloves. She sashayed across the carpet and took a reclining position on a chaise. She looked at me and then said: "Get an erection Dick!" a command I thought in keeping with my status as her sex slave. As my hand reached out to stroke my already stirring cock she added "Without your hands." This was actually very easy to do; I just had to mentally strip her as she lay there. I had to kneel there for an uncomfortably long time struggling to keep my imagination churning to keep my cock hard. Eventually she stood and as I watched removed her panties. These she twirled on a finger as she resumed her reclined position but this time opening her legs. She then gave the command I expected and I hurried forward to bury my face in her lap and eat her pussy. I thought I was pretty good at this and hoped that this would be the time I could finally get my erect cock inside the bitch's wet cunt. She was soon moaning and groaning nicely, holding my head in her hands and moving against me. After a while she moved so she was lying back, and holding her legs up she bade me lick her asshole too. The fact this was of a sexual nature meant I did not hesitate and happily lapped at her little asshole as well as licking up to her pussy too. It was something I had never tried, but I had often thought about anal sex with a woman, and maybe this was to be the day. Finally she had me on the floor as she squatted over my face, first offering her pussy, and then her ass to my eager tongue. I was therefore surprised when she rose to her feet and stepped away. Immediately I was fearful that I had done something wrong, but she just assumed her position on the chaise again. As I moved to continue to suck her off she stopped me and told me to get the object in a particular cupboard and draw. I was a little mystified until I found that the object was a little silver dildo. When I returned with the dildo I had to use it on her pussy. It was very strange to use something other than my penis like this, but in a way it was easier. I had a lot of control, rubbing it up and down her cunt, pushing her clit, before slipping it inside her. I thought it was really small because it slipped in so easily and there was no resistance as I fucked her cunt pushing the toy in and out. I assumed that this toy was just a form of foreplay and that the next act was to me my cock spearing her wet pussy. Again she directed me to another cupboard and draw, and this turned out to be a bigger, nearly full size dildo. I continued to use this tool on her pussy, now taking care as I pushed it inside her that I had it correctly angled. There was more resistance and she was beginning to really get into it as I fucked her with the dildo. She was arching her back and pushing herself up the shaft of the pretend penis. Another command directed me to another drawer, but instead of the dildo I was expecting, I found a leather garment with a screw-threaded stud on it. Returning to Mistress Green, the reason was clear, the dildo attached to one stud on one side of the crotch plate, the side that had bumps that would rub over her clit. I helped her step into the straps and slide the dildo into her pussy. The smaller silver dildo screwed onto the front. I was so turned on that I couldn't see where this was going as I was told to suck Mistress' cock. The little silver dildo was still covered in her juices as I sucked it. I could hold the dildo in my mouth and push and pull so the dildo her end was moving in her pussy at the same time. The first inkling I had at the remainder of the game came when I realised what we must look like, me kneeling before her sucking her pretend dick. As this enlightenment hit me she smiled at me and told me: "Turn around Dick and use you hands to spread your butt cheeks." I did not know what to do. I was a virgin in the ass, and had never had any fantasies in this area. I had thought about anal sex with a woman, but in that case it was always my hard cock driving into her forbidden passage. The fantasy might have included the dream girl licking my ass, but not actually inserting anything. My indecision must have lasted a long time because Mistress Green started frowning. I thought that she was about to suggest a punishment so I did as I was asked almost unconsciously. My mind was detached from the thought, perhaps hoping this was all a sick dream and I was about to wake up. My thoughts immediately returned to the present as I felt the touch of the toy on my puckered asshole. "Just relax," she tells me, which doesn't help as I immediately tense more. She laughs and I feel the pressure suddenly build as she presses against me. Then I feel the head of the dildo parting my sphincter and entering my body. I am physically sickened by this violation, and my asshole tries to tighten and expel the invader. Mistress Green starts to pull the dildo out. Even as I am trying to hold the penetrating dildo out she mercilessly starts pushing in again. My sphincter is again forced apart against all my struggles to tighten my ass. After several more strokes, my body begins to relax and I begin to accept the foreign object being shoved into my ass though it starts to feel sore and stretched. This is matched by my hot embarrassment at being abused in such a way. Mistress Green's strokes increase in speed as she pulls and pushes the dildo deep into my ass and my asshole begins to get extremely painful. As she does this I can hear her panting and puffing as the other end of the dildo not inhabiting my ass fucks her pussy. I start to complain about the pain: "Mistress Green, please stop Mistress Green." It does not make any difference except perhaps to make her pump harder. Fortunately she does not take too long until she orgasms, while thrusting the dildo as deep inside me as it will go. She then pulls the dildo out of my ass, making it feel strangely empty as she goes to lie on the chaise again. I slump to the floor, barely able to kneel, as my legs feel weak at the thought of my violation. My ass is on fire, spastically tightening as it struggles to cope with the unfamiliar sensations. Mistress Green is lying satiated on the chaise. After a few minutes as I get my feelings under control she tells me to help remove the dildo arrangement. As I approach her she suddenly exclaims "You disgusting filthy Dick! You horrible shit assed slime! Look at my dildo, soiled by your animal waste!" I don't know what to say since it was her idea to spear my ass with her dildo. "You are going to clean these properly," she tells me and I am suddenly revolted at the idea she is going to make me lick them clean. At that moment Mistress Benny arrives and the still fuming Mistress Green requests that I am taken away and cleaned up. I am relieved that I have not been asked to clean the dildo soiled with my excrement with my mouth and meekly follow Mistress Green to room 3. My tension increases again as I am told to strip and Mistress Benny starts to assemble various items of equipment. Then I stand in the shower and Mistress Benny presents me with a long tube. One end of which has a large liquid filled bag. My heart pounds as she explains its purpose. "This is an enema Dick, to make sure you are properly clean inside for Mistress Green's pleasure. Since you have proven yourself incapable of keeping your ass clean you are to use this equipment when directed. "You will insert the catheter into your anus, hold the enema bag at nose height and then open the tap. When the contents have filled your rectum you can remove the catheter but you will hold the contents inside you until I say you can release it. Only then can you release the liquid. You will then be hosed down. "An appropriate punishment would be to whip you while you held the liquid and as you expel it, but I don't want to be anywhere close to your foul excrement. Therefore you will be whipped afterwards, and the number of strokes will be proportional to the length of time you failed to hold the fluid in your bowels. "After being whipped I will test your ass with a dildo. If it comes out dirty with any trace of faeces we will repeat the process. Is that clear?" I am overcome with embarrassment and shame. I would prefer that this had never happened, but if my plan is to have any hope of success I am going to have to humiliate myself with this unnatural and unnecessary activity. "Mistress Benny, yes Mistress Benny" I reply in a small voice. With great reluctance I take the catheter and hold it against my ass. I am going to abuse myself with it, which make me feel more ashamed then being reamed by Mistress Green's dildo. Clenching my teeth I push the tube into my ass. It is smaller that the dildo earlier and is not too much of a problem to insert. I have no idea of what it is going to be like and carefully open the tap. The height difference between the enema bag and my ass means the cold fluid immediately starts to fill my insides. It is like a cold heavy weight in my intestines, not uncomfortable but decidedly unpleasant. Immediately I find I have to tense my sphincter to hold the tube in place as the bag empties into my ass. It takes a couple of minutes and I feel the pressure building immediately, I hope I don't have to hold it for long. When the bag is nearly empty, Mistress Benny gives me permission to remove the tube, and then bids me stand still and hold it in. "I will start at 100 strokes Dick." I am horrified to hear, I know I cannot hold it for long and if she counts down slowly I am going to get severely beaten. "The minimum I will count down to is 10. At that point I will let you release the enema. Do not release it until then." She sits on a stool as I struggle to keep my ass as tightly closed as possible. It is at least a minute before she announces 90 strokes. I nearly let go then but the dread of the whipping keeps me squeezing my ass as tightly as possible. The number of strokes continues to decrease but ever so slowly. I am clenching my teeth and holding my sphincter as tight as I can. At the fifty mark I feel an unbelievable pressure as my colon tries to rid itself of the burden of the water. I hold on as hard as I can, straining to not let go. I beseech Mistress Benny to let me empty my bowels, "Mistress Benny it hurts so much, please let me release it Mistress Benny." "Mistress Benny I cannot control myself Mistress Benny." Blushing deeply red from my assumed worthlessness I ask her "Mistress Benny I am a dirty slave who cannot control his own bowels and anus, I humbly beg you to allow me to void my waste Mistress Benny." This last plea makes her smile, but she continues the count and my ass is beginning to cramp and numb at the tension. At 20 strokes, I feel the liquid running down the backs of my thighs as it is squeezed out of my ass. Mistress Benny does not seem to notice and eventually announces. "10 Dick, let it go." I am so relieved the enema squirts out my ass with astounding force; it feels like the whole of my intestines are being expelled. Mistress Benny uses the cold-water hose to remove the dirt and delights in abusing my poor asshole with a direct jet as I bend over holding my ass cheeks apart. We go to room 8, which is Mistress Benny's room for toilet training. I hold a pair of rings above head height as she whips my ass. She first tells me the number "You started letting go at 20 didn't you Dick?" she asks me, and I realise that I cannot persuade her that I held it all until 10. So I reply in a small resigned voice. "Mistress Benny. You are correct, it started trickling out at 20 strokes Mistress Benny." The 20 strokes are as painful as the other times I have been beaten by Mistress Benny. Puzzled we returned to room 3, and then I realise that Mistress Benny intends to check my ass. As I bend over she pulls on a rubber glove and unceremoniously sticks a finger in my ass. The intrusion is sudden and rough and I squeak at the indignity. She then pulls the finger out with a pop. I guess that she must have looked at it, because she presents it to my face. "Suck this," she tells me. I am revolted by the idea that I am having to force myself to suck a finger that had recently been in my ass. However it looks clean and though I felt the urge to vomit I controlled myself and start to suck her finger. All I could taste was the neoprene of the glove. My ordeal is not over, because after the first finger, Mistress Green repeats the procedure and again I suck it when it has been removed from my anus. She switches fingers, and then I feel her push two fingers into my ass. This is a weird sensation as I feel my asshole being distended. After sucking those two fingers, I feel her trying to fit 3 into my ass. I feel that it is as wide as it can go and immediately start begging for her to have mercy and not split my sphincter ring. She does not stop straight away, but enjoys my increasingly panicked cries until she regretfully stops. She tells me, Captive Hacker Ch. 03 "And now the deep test." From a draw she takes a white probe, not very wide, but at least 10" long. I am scared at the idea that this is going to be forced into my bowels, and even more scared that it is certain to be dirtied and all this indignity is going to be repeated. The first length slides in easily but then I feel it stop and push against something inside me. Mistress Benny keeps pushing and the pain grows. I plead for her to stop "Mistress Benny, please stop, no Mistress Benny I can feel it pushing against something. Please stop Mistress Benny" I am so scared I actually try to substitute the pain "Mistress Benny please stop, I don't mind if you whip me more Mistress Benny" She just tells me "Relax you pathetic Dick it'll slide the rest of the way in as you relax." I am so scared I am thinking of stopping this torture immediately, but make a little effort to relax. I am amazed and relieved as I feel some muscle group relax inside my bowels and the strange feeling as the instrument pushes the rest of the way inside of me. I am now scared about the result. To my relief and perhaps to Mistress Benny's displeasure it is as clean as it went in. I slump and sigh relieved. After dressing Mistress Benny returns me to Mistress Green in room 6, the toy room. From the range of dildos and vibrators scattered over the room it appears that Mistress Green has been amusing herself while I was being cleaned. Mistress Benny informs Mistress Green that I have been properly cleaned and punished. She continues "But Dick is so anally retentive. He squealed pitifully when I had to check his ass, he is going to need a lot more training." Mistress Green agrees, "OK then Dick, tomorrow we'll see you take some more of these beauties." I feel physically sick because as says this her hand is running up and down a realistically modelled dildo, but this dildo is screwed onto a table top and must be 12" high and at least 3" in diameter. If she is going to force that into my ass I know that my whole torso would literally be ripped open. *** Another day has passed and I feel a terrible despair that I will never be able to find a way out of this. Last night after the sickening games of the day I sneaked around trying to find phone or anything that might be connected to the outside world. Sleeping was difficult anyway because of the amount of punishment inflicted on me in the course of Mistress Green's training. The day started normally enough, with me acting as Mistress Green's toilet and guzzling her piss when she woke. After my very light breakfast Mistress Benny again takes me to room 3 where I administer an enema to myself. I actually found it easier to hold as she counted down to 10 strokes. I was annoyed that I had to endure even those 10 as I had not actually done anything to require the enema, but I knew better than to complain. When Mistress Benny came to insert the deep probe I felt the same pain as it pushed against some muscles in my rectum, but remembered to relax, so before the pain became unbearable it had slipped all the way inside. That was just the beginning of a day of anal abuse and varied punishments. The first toy I had to take in my ass was the same small silver dildo used the previous day, and it slipped in without any problem. Mistress Green then required me to beg to be fucked in the ass. I was very embarrassed to have to do this, it seemed gratuitous to make me seem to want it, as well as abusing me. I had to beg hard, "Mistress Green please fuck my ass, I really need you to fuck my asshole, I love to feel hard tools and cocks pushing into my rear fuck hole Mistress Green." When she thought I had pleaded with her sufficiently she would push the toy into my ass. Soon I was so accustomed to the act that it entered without resistance. After that toy Mistress Green showed me a bigger dildo. It was still small, but it was ribbed and designed to look like a penis. I first had to suck the pretend cock as though I was giving it a blowjob. The taste and feel did not revolt me but the thought of the specific reason for the design made me feel nauseous. I sucked and sucked, licking the length of the dildo to fulfil Mistress Green's desire that I treat this like a real cock and pleasure it the way I would a real penis. When Mistress Green was satisfied that I had properly sucked and worshipped the pseudo-penis, she positioned it over my backdoor. "Now beg as if you wanted your fuck hole filled with dick Dick," she demanded and I then carried on, as she wanted. "Mistress Green, please fuck my ass with your cock I so need you fat cock in my ass. My ass is gaping to receive your beautiful long thick dick Mistress Green." While mouthing these sickening entreaties I braced myself waiting for the anal invasion. Mistress Green waited a little to build the tension, and then I felt the head of the glan against my asshole. As she pushed it I felt the pressure build and then with relief it was inside. She bade me continue with the begging, and this time I had to exclaim how good it was. "Mistress Green. That feels so great, oh yes Mistress Green, your cock is so good buried in my ass Mistress Green." I am revolted by the idea that I am begging to be ass-fucked something I would never even consider doing. As I told her how great it was feeling she started moving it in and out, truly fucking my ass. The sensation was strange, like I was taking a dump as it slid out and painful as it pushed it's way back in again. I was very relieved when she finally pulled the dildo from my ass. I thought that was the end of the training. There was a lot more to come. Mistress Green looked at me and told me, "Dick you penis does not agree with your earnest desires. I suggest you get a hard on right now." Even though my ass hurt from the previous pursuit, I immediately started trying to think of something that would turn me on. With a smile I kept inside myself I imagined fucking this bitch in the ass with my dick as she begged for it. The idea was successful and I became hard enough for her to play with. I had been disappointed many times in my current position as sex slave so I knew she probably wasn't going anywhere with the stroking. I was right; she let go of my erect dick and went to get another toy. I was apprehensive that she might find an even bigger dildo and was mildly relieved when she returned with something much smaller. The relief lasted seconds as I saw the toy she was holding. "This is a butt plug Dick" Mistress Green told me rather unnecessarily. "There is no need to beg to be fucked because you only need to hold this in your ass. I'll let you put it in." The plug was a greater diameter than the dildo she had used previously though obviously not as long. I doubted I could take it but took it from her hand to try. I bent forward so that my ass was as accessible as I could make it. I rested the plug against my ass and started turning it, trying to force my anal sphincter to open enough to accept the plug. I twisted and exerted as much pressure as I dared, but the widest part of the plug wouldn't slip into my ass. I pushed and screwed up my face with effort but couldn't manage it. Eventually I realised that I was going to have to beg Mistress Green to spare me the butt plug. "Mistress Green I cannot get it in Mistress Green" I pleaded. "I have tried really hard, but it cannot get past my ass, it really won't go in, please don't make me Mistress Green," I begged. I was surprised when she said "Very well" but then she continued and realised that I had only modified the pain I was going to feel. She required me to fetch a whip from room 1. Room 1 was the punishment room where all the whips canes and paddles were kept. She made me return with a long whip. I was really scared. "I can see Mistress Benny has already reddened your ass" Mistress Green tells me. "Lie down on that table. On your side. Now lift that leg up and hold the knee to your chin." As I followed her instruction I realised that my inner thigh was exposed and that was to be the target of her whipping. "Mistress Green, please no, not there, I'll try again Mistress Green" I begged. "You certainly shall Dick. But this is to encourage you." The whip made much more of a noise than the cane as it whistled through the air and cracked against the table and my inner thigh. For a moment I thought that she had missed but then the blinding burning pain makes me scream out loud. I clutch my inner thigh, there is an angry red welt already rising. I continue sobbing and gasping as Mistress Green motions for me to rise from the table. She again presents the butt plug to me. I bend over and position the plug against my asshole again. I am reluctant to push, but then Mistress Green delicately mentions "There is always the other thigh Dick," and I summon all the tatters of courage remaining. Grinding my teeth I thrust the plug home with one push. I felt as I have torn my sphincter muscle, but as the pain dies away I am aware that the butt plug is resting, as it should. Mistress Green takes hold of the plug and jiggles it about. This does not hurt as I expect though my ass feels distended beyond my butt cheeks. She then orders me to skip about. This feels very silly, but better than the anal abuse. The plug feels uncomfortable and strange but does not stop me performing the minor exercises as commanded. Finally she asks me to remove the plug. Taking the same position, I hold the plug and firmly pull it out. I am expecting a lot of pain, but it does not seem so bad. Then, naturally I must reinsert the plug. I managed it last time so again I grit my teeth and push in one movement. I am relieved the plug does not hurt as much as it enters. "Excellent" I am told by Mistress Green. Mind over body is a wonderful thing when it comes to pain. Lets see what else we can find." I am physically and mentally exhausted as I kneel there. Mistress Green returns with another dildo, long and white and smooth. It looks to be a similar diameter to the butt plug. I am resigned to this perverted game and don't raise any objection, though I feel my heart sink at the thought. Maybe I am becoming accustomed to this anal abuse. When commanded I easily pop the butt plug from my ass and start the degrading begging Mistress Green requires, begging to be fucked in the ass. She informs me I am in for a treat! And before inserting the dildo she turns the end. It is actually a vibrator and starts buzzing in her hands. The new sensation in my ass is very strange, almost the same feeling as when I shaved the hair from my crotch and butt with the electric razor. Whether it is because of the vibrations, or my ass is loosening, it only hurts a little as Mistress Green pushes the toy inside me. After entering 3 or 4 inches or so, I have the same feeling as when Mistress Benny tests my ass after the enema, a feeling that I am holding a group of muscles closed inside me. Without being bidden I relax and he toy slides all the way into my ass. "Good boy!" shouts Mistress Green as she begins to fuck my ass with the vibrator. I have to concentrate on relaxing to let it invade my bowels all the way so my exclamations of pleasure are rather repetitive. Mistress Green notices and remarks that I ought to be more enthusiastic. I try to comply, and keep my back door open at the same time. After Mistress Green begins to tire of ass fucking me, she notices that my cock is limp. "But Dick, again I am not convinced of your sincerity. You dick should be as hard as a rock when you are being ass-fucked." I struggle to obey knowing that to fail in this is to invite more punishment. I cannot think of anything immediately arousing enough and begin to get scared that I will fail in to get an erection. The thought I settle on in the end as I cast about is the feeling of lapping Mistress Green's pussy as I drink her piss. This causes my cock to begin to stir, and then I am struck by how depraved I have become using this idea to encourage my tumescence. "One last toy for you to try then Dick" I am told. My asshole is aching from the abuse and I clench it with the thought of having to anything else in my rear door. The next toy is again a butt plug, but this time it has a long tail attached. "This will go really well with the rest of your outfit" Mistress Green informs me. The plug is bigger and again I am frightened by the thought of ramming it into my ass, but the thought of a whipping on my thighs is an incentive. I bend over to insert the plug, feeling its wider girth against my ass. I am torn in indecision, between the likely prospect of permanently harming my asshole and the surety of the whip on the thighs. Mistress Green must have seen my hesitation and reaching forward suddenly rams the butt plug into my asshole. I scream at the pain. It feels as though my sphincter has been split it is burning so badly. Part of me wants to expel the foreign object, while another part is fearful of the consequences. Finally as the pain dies to a dull throb I am able to control myself again. Mistress Green requires me t walk around and witch my tail. "Yes, that looks good Dick. In the future that will always be a part of your costume." In the afternoon Mistress Green again took the opportunity to sunbathe. It was easy to sit in the shade and obey the commands she gave me. Rubbing oil into her back, bottom and breasts was a pleasant turn on, and there were no new toys or instruments shoved into my ass though the tail butt plug remained in place. It did not hurt, but my ass still felt sore and stretched. Towards the end of the afternoon, I realised that I needed to pee. I had been trying to avoid the necessity because Mistress Green makes it as humiliating as possible to perform this basic function. I thought I could hold it, but as the need increased I realised that I was going to have to grovel to Mistress Green. She watched me as I crawled over to her sun bed. I began to beg and plead to be allowed to urinate. I thought I might have left it too long my bladder felt so full, but finally Mistress Benny appeared with the cane she used to whip my ass as I relieved myself. "Take Dick to pee on the grass" Mistress Green directed. I had become reasonably accustomed to this humiliation and stood with my hands on my head waiting for Mistress Benny to begin the caning. As I felt the first stroke land on my ass I was pleasantly surprised to find that the butt plug tail, though uncomfortable and undignified, helped keep the cane from hurting my ass too much. I was therefore able to easily piss and delighted in the fine stream of urine as it danced in the sun. Mistress Benny started to return to the house and I crawled back to my original place. Mistress Green must have seen the ease with which I accepted the punishment and called Mistress Benny back. She asks me directly "Dick, you took that very easily, did the tail help you?" I cannot see how this is going to lead to any more indignities so I oblige Mistress Green by confirming that the tail did help me withstand the blows. Mistress Green muses, "Well we can't have that, I have an idea. "Dick, bend over and remove the tail." I bend over and grip the end of the butt plug. It was forced into my ass with a lot of pain so I am reluctant to pull it out. "Now Dick" Mistress Green commands in a stern voice. Holding my breath and clenching my teeth I give the plug a hard pull. My ass muscles have become accustomed to the plugs presence, and feel cramped as it pulls out. As the plug distends my sphincter I feel a great pain, but it is also a relief to be rid of the penetrating object. My ass feels really sore as the pain dies away to an ache, and I involuntarily find the muscles tightening and then relaxing back to and open state. I have to consciously squeeze it closed. I suspect I am going to be caned again but I think it will not be unbearable. Mistress Green has other ideas. "Cane him on the asshole Benny. Three strokes right over his little sensitive anus." I am truly frightened by the prospect, I feel nauseous at the thought of the pain. I don't know if I will be able to hold still and accept the punishment. Mistress Benny laughs and positions herself so that the stroke is possible. I hear the swish of the cane and feel the biting hot pain as it lands exactly in my butt crack. I gasp out loud at the level of pain "Mistress Benny, please no more Mistress Benny" I manage to stammer before the second blow lands on my inflamed asshole. The bite of the cane is even more severe this time and I squeeze my eyes and grit my teeth. When I have found the strength to cope with this blow, I try another plea "Mistress Green I beg you to stop. My ass feels it is on fire, it is burning so much I cannot take anymore, I beg you to stop Mistress Green" I barely have time to stumble out these words when the third and final stroke arrives on my anus. The fire and bite of the cane is even worse than before and I scream. Through the haze of pain I wonder if I'll ever be able to use the toilet again. Mistress Green leaves me bent over with my ass in the air for a while, and it is a relief for a slight breeze to cool my burning hot asshole. It twitches spastically as the pain changes from fire to ache. "The final requirement is to put the tail back in Dick" Mistress Green informs me. I have been holding the butt plug in my hand but I cannot conceive of anyway of pushing it into my tortured asshole. I reach round behind, and merely touching my rear door with the plug is enough to send waves of pain followed by nausea through my body. "Remember Dick" Mistress Green tells me, "that you can still be whipped on the other thigh, or Mistress Benny could inflict more pain on your little rose bud asshole!" I know that she is not threatening me and that there is a real will behind the promise of punishment. I take the plunge and without thinking about it thrust the butt plug back in my ass. The plug seats itself home back in my abused anus as I let out another scream of pain. It is only afterwards that I consider how foolish I have been. There is only the slim hope of finding some way out of the trumped up charges that have landed me in trouble that is keeping me here. I could easily resign this terrible situation and return to isolation in the Federal establishment I was held. I think that whenever it gets to the stage that Mistress Green threatens to bind me before inflicting her indignities and punishments, that will be the time to quit this debasing servitude. *** I have finally been allowed to come, but the experience was not pleasant and the memory of the pain makes me fear the process if it is ever repeated. I continue to endure this tortured captivity hoping that I will be able to extract myself from the unjust situation that forced me into this. The morning after the day of ass torture my anus ached a lot. I thought I would not be able to insert the butt plug tail that had become part of my uniform and it was only with the application of a lot of soap and willpower I managed to withstand the pain as it slipped home. The overly tight collar and constraining harness on my dick were nuisances I could ignore. The day stared with an incredible tease that was to turn to my most humbling indignity. When I attended Mistress Green in the morning she was again curled up with Mistress Benny. I waited until they began to awaken. This morning they did not pay any attention to me, and when Mistress Green opened her eyes she tenderly kissed Mistress Benny on the lips. It was a fantastically erotic experience and my cock was instantly aroused. The show continued as they both became more involved, kissing deeply and touching each other under the covers. Then Mistress Benny sat up so the covers fell away. She was wearing a pale blue camisole top, and her tits were beautifully outlined in the light. The hard little nipples were dark and shadowy through the material. Mistress Green reached up a hand, first cupping one breast gently, and then moving up to the shoulder to slip one side of the camisole off. Pulling it down she revealed Mistress Benny's breast in its glory. Her flesh was pale, and the dark nipple small and hard. Mistress Green sat forward and took the nipple in her mouth. Mistress Benny purred and her hand came up to caress the back of Mistress Green's head and neck. Captive Hacker Ch. 03 The clinch was finally broken as Mistress Green said "Perhaps later Benny." She then deigned to notice me for the first time and told me to crawl up to her pussy. This was her command most mornings and I knew that she wanted me to drink her pee. The task was complicated this morning because of the massive hard on I had sustained seeing the two women kiss. Mistress Green was also aroused because her cunt was so wet. Probably because of her early morning petting my Mistress Benny I thought. Perhaps Mistress Green was totally lesbian and I would never get a chance to fuck her body. As I drank Mistress Green's urine I felt Mistress Benny leave the bed. My erection continued as I helped Mistress Green with her bath. Seeing my dick so excited caused her to comment "Today is the day we do something about your orgasm Dick," she promised, making my heart pound and my cock to become even more erect. I thought that this was only another tease, but after breakfast, Mistress Green again repeated the promise. I was to wait in room 4 and make sure I was erect at all times! I could not believe my luck and hurried through the usual tiny breakfast I had been given. I was very early in room 4 and had a chance to examine the furnishings. Like a lot of the other impersonal rooms in the large mansion of Mistress Green, this was decorated in a soft white scheme. The most obvious feature was a large rack against one wall, though it looked like the occupant was supposed to face outwards, so there was no serious punishment involved. The rest of the room had various mysterious cupboards, and what looked like medical machines. A large fridge was standing in the corner. The function of these things was going to be explained, but when Mistress Green arrived the vague unease I experienced at seeing the room disappeared. Mistress Green and Mistress Benny literally bounded into the room, and they were dressed in an appropriate manner. Each was wearing a thin white cotton blouse, a flared short skirt and white panties. The skirts were so short I could see this detail. White knee length socks and flat soled black shoes. A perfect fantasy school uniform. To complete the impression, their hair was tied into two bunches at either side of their heads and they wore little make up. Their blouses were not simply tucked into the skirt, but tied tightly around their midriffs showing their belly buttons and demonstrating their delicious breasts. Mistress Green was particularly buxom and had a wonderful cleavage. Mistress Benny was not so well endowed but the dark nipples on her tits showed through the cotton very revealingly. My cock, which was already hard, took on an almost rock like texture, or I would like to think so. "Well Dick, today you are going to orgasm!" I was told. I think I could probably have come there and then I was so aroused and it had been so long since my furtive nighttime masturbation. "Let me explain the set up. You are going to be secured to the framework there. That way you won't be able to use your hands, and I can do much better anyway. The main reason for allowing you to come today is to check that you haven't been abusing yourself in private. I know you were a little naughty once and I caught you because of the mess you made of the sheets, but I cannot watch you every second, and I have no doubt that you could sneak away for some self gratification in private. So your semen is going to be analysed after you come, the sperm count gives a very accurate indication of the last time you ejaculated." Mistress Benny willingly led me to the framework where she buckled my wrists to the upper part of the frame, and my ankles to the lower. Mistress Benny then removed the strap that imprisoned my cock and balls. It was a nice change to have them free and this encouraged my erection, I felt really turned on. I was exceptionally aware of the presence of Mistress Benny's hands during this operation, and every accidental brush against my genitals made me tense with pleasure. "The tail too Benny" Mistress Green commands and walks closer. She is standing very close to me now, running her fingers down my chest. Mistress Benny reaches behind me and slowly pulls out the butt plug. The pain makes me wince but I am so turned on it hardly registers. "There is something else you need to know before coming," explains Mistress Green. I hope this exposition does not take too long as my balls already ache from the anticipation of shooting their load. Mistress Benny then sticks little electrodes to my skin, over my chest and thighs, I am unsure of what to make of this development. "I need to let you come to test your sperm for disobedience," continues Mistress Green, "however, I do not think you should derive any enjoyment from it. I cannot think of anything you have done that might suggest you deserve this pleasure." I am only half paying attention to the lecture as I concentrate more on the arousal I am feeling. "So when this machine has a sample you will be subjected to some intense electric shocks." With this Mistress Benny shows me a complicated tube arrangement with wires extending to one of the mysterious pieces of equipment. My mind is taking time to catch up with the situation. I am still thinking that it really does not matter what she does I am enjoying the fantasy of coming all over her hands and face at the moment. I focus her words, replaying them in my mind as my erect cock enters the tube. Mistress Green tells me "As I promised, I can do much better and this will feel much nicer than using your hands. Though you will regret coming when the shocks start, try and hold out as long as you can!" "Mistress Green..." I start to say, but Mistress Green is looking at Mistress Benny, "The anus pearl as well" she says, and I feel Mistress Benny push something small and round and hard into my back passage. "Mistress Green ... " I say again, trying to attract her attention. Mistress Benny has risen and is standing next to Mistress Green as finally she looks at me. She interrupts the thoughts I had been arranging as she deliberately fondles Mistress Benny's tits through the material of the blouse. She tells me, "We are off to have the fuck of a lifetime while you submit to the tender ministrations of the machine here, " she tells me. "Mistress Green, wait!" I say, panicked now. "I don't want to do this, I don't want to be your slave anymore. Take me back to the prison please." Mistress Green and Mistress Benny continue towards the door, only Mistress Benny looks back at me with a very large smile. "I beg you, please, not this" I scream as they disappear. I am a little feverish and sweaty now that I have a chance to focus how I am tightly bound. I realise that the tube has something inside to massage and suck my cock. I am scared of the pain that has been promised so my first thought is to try and relax and lose the erection. This proves to be impossible. The massaging and sucking action feel like the inside of a particularly skilful cunt, one where the woman can control every muscle and squeeze and pull in rhythm. I let out a little moan of desire, but I don't want this even as my cock responds to the stimulus. The sucking and tightening continues and I feel my breath becoming shorter and my body respond to the machine. I am mad with rage not being able to control myself and driving myself towards the pain. I am torn between the feelings of incipient pleasure and the dread of the accompanying torture. I bite my lip as hard as I can but the muscles of my torso are already bucking as the intense pleasure of my penis is communicated to the rest of my body. I do not give in and fight the building waves of tension even as the remainder of my body glories in the impending release. Eventually even my mind relents and I can only feel the rapture of impending orgasm, just a small part of my mentality is screaming no. I enjoy the squeezing and pulling as the machine expertly manipulates the nerve endings in my dick. I feel the orgasm build and then on a cusp of pleasure my semen is ejaculated. The long abstinence provokes a monster stream of come and it feels like I have produced a pint. I feel my abdomen tighten several times and as the come is spurted into the machine. As my breath slows I am immediately fearful, but it seems like the machine is not working. Even as I grasp at this slim hope there is a very audible click and a humming. Even though I brace myself nothing can help in the searing agony that fills my mind, distantly rooted at the base of my cock. Totally involuntarily I scream as loud as I can, emptying my lungs twisting my throat back. The pain lasts a second that is an eternity and then disappears as if it had never existed. There is a pause of several seconds, then the familiar click and buzz. Again my body is rigid with pain as my mind blanks to an animal level requiring immediate escape. The pain stops but I am helpless. Another click and buzz and again I am lost to senselessness. The brief intervals between jolts allow me a few thoughts. I notice that the electrodes are being activated in turn, after the initial shock to my genitals the others slowly work there way round my body. All I have is the current I cannot consider the future and when this will end. The metal bead in my ass is one of the last places to be shocked. I am out of breath, nearly asphyxiated from screaming and my throat is hoarse. My screams are now little more than gurgles though the pain is as intense as ever. There is a longer pause and I dare to hope the torture is over when the click and buzz announces that again I leave conscious thought behind as my mind concentrates on the pain from my cock and balls. This does prove to be the final episode, though clicks from the machine continue to cause me to start and whimper. I regain my breath. My throat feels the most after effect, as it is raw. The pain is a hot memory; thought cannot summon the shear quality, but stimulates deep terror. I slump in the restraints, uncomfortable but too exhausted to stand straight. Time passes. Seconds drag to minutes. Minutes drag to hours, or so it feels. To start with I exalt in the absence of pain. Then I become bored. I have been left alone and my imagination starts to work on what could be happening. I remember Mistress Green and Mistress Benny as I had seen them dressed as young nymphets. I imagine one undressing the other and then vice-versa, both of their desirable female bodies naked, then romping together. Which one of them went down on the other first? Did they lick each other's assholes too? I speculated on the various erotic couplings. My cock started to stir again, and I smiled, indulgent after its recent activities. My eyes closed and I enjoyed the picture of Mistress Green being spanked by Mistress Benny and then Mistress Benny being whipped by Mistress Green while she peed. My thoughts were sharply brought back to my predicament when the machine clicked again. Surely it had is sample now, what was the click for? Then I felt the same sublime massage on my cock, the same squeezing and pulling. I frantically tried to think of anything to avoid an erection. I tried to concentrate on the pain, but it had been so intense that it seemed unreal. Without wanting it I felt my cock again reach maximum tumescence. I tried everything to stop the building pleasure, but as before nothing worked. When I was close to orgasm and forced to give my mind to the coming pleasure I clung to the hope that now it had the sample there would not be any electrical stimulus. I was wrong. Now it had the sample the shocks started immediately I came and semen entered the tube. Now I felt the strange sensation as my body orgasmed at the same time as my senses were filled with pain. The machine performed exactly before and the different jolts lost none of their potency the second time round. I was so overcome that I only managed a few screams before my only response was a rigid and paralysed body. When the torture finally released me I slumped in my bonds, physically and mentally stretched past my endurance. I must have slept. A sound penetrated the fringes of a delightful dream; memories of flowers and woodland open skies were brushed away as my brain struggled to integrate a harsh metallic click into the scenario. Like a bucket of ice had been poured over me I was instantly awake. Again my body had betrayed me and I felt an erection. An erection that also registered in the unthinking mechanism attached to my cock. I felt the same massaging and contractions that so stimulated my male member that there was nothing I could do to stop it. Even as I delighted in the sensation I openly wept and implored an uncaring universe "Stop please stop I cannot take anymore." I do not know who I addressed this prayer to, and it had no effect. My body heaved as it orgasmed, a dribble of come spurting from my cock to initiate the electric shocks. With no reserves of energy I merely stood still, cramping my muscles as the various waves of pain coursed through my body. I do not know how long I passively slumped in the bonds until Mistress Green and Mistress Benny came to release me. I fell to my knees from fatigue rather than obedience. The next hours passed in a haze as I mindlessly obeyed the orders. At one point I was spanked, but I felt so detached that it caused no feeling, and it seemed like someone else was thanking Mistress Green for the punishment. It was only after my supper that I began to become aware of my surroundings again. The supper was very small, half a glass of milk and dry toast. Usually there was at least butter applied to the toast but tonight Mistress Benny told me "Well, it looks like you were a good boy Dick, the sperm count shows you hadn't been beating your meat without orders. So Mistress Green has a treat for you." She takes a pot from the fridge and empties the contents over the toast. A thick cloudy white liquid. I realise with horror that this must be the sperm sample, my ejaculate from the afternoon. I gag. "Now eat it up Dick, " Mistress Benny reproves me. I struggle to bite the dry toast. The come covering the toast is cold and salty. I almost vomit over the table but manage to automatically chew and swallow. The meagre meal gives me strength and instead of sleeping I demand to see Mistress Green. I debate whether I should kneel or stand, but in the end habit makes me kneel at her feet. Suddenly I am unsure but manage to voice my complaint through incipient tears. "Mistress Green I have had enough. I demand that you take me back to the Federal facility. I hate being your sex slave. You don't want a sex slave, you want a whipping boy. There has been no sex just a round of indignities and punishments." "Mistress Green" I add, the habit ingrained. She idly dismisses me. "OK, Dick we'll talk in the morning." Captive Hacker Ch. 04 It has been some time since I have updated this journal and I am struggling to find the courage to do so now. Many things have happened, the least of which is my slide into depression and despair. Even as it hurts me physically I am going to detail the events of the last few days to try and relieve the mental torment. I had decided that the pretence of being the sex slave of Mistress Green was unsupportable and being tortured when I was eventually allowed to ejaculate was the final straw. I resolved to return to the Federal institution where I was unfairly imprisoned, because even the isolation there was better than the bodily torments I suffered in this place. Mistress Green had told me we would talk about the situation, though I was only going to re-iterate my point of view. Even so, I found myself attending her, kneeling by her bed for when she awoke. The electric shocks I had received the previous day had not affected my libido, and while orally servicing her while she was lying in bed I became very aroused. She than sat on the edge of the bed and pressed my face into her pussy as I drank her urine. The flow stopped, but she continued to hold me in this erotic but undignified position. Then she told me why. "I need a dump Dick, put your hands out". I had performed this service previously, but it still revolted me as she sat forward so her anus was clear of the bed. I reached out my hands, not really being able to see what I was doing, and rather glad of the fact. I felt the warm faecal matter drop onto my hands, finishing with a brief spurt of her piss that I swallowed. She released my head, but then turned round so her bottom was pointed towards me. "Lick me clean" she commanded. I was horrified; usually I at least had the chance of cleaning her with paper before tonguing her anal rose bud. The thought of tonguing her dirty asshole filled me with revulsion, but I obeyed and leaning forward started to tongue her clean. I tried to minimise the unpleasantness by using a lot of spit, but she complained about this and I had to lick it off her, my spit mixed with her excrement. The next task was to dispose of the turds I was carrying and run her a bath. Only after her breakfast, but before mine, was she amenable to talking about returning me to the Federal institution she had rescued me from. I immediately started by arguing "Mistress Green, I want to go back because I am not enjoying being your sex slave. I am punished severely when I come and there is no sex involved at all. Mistress Green" "But Dick, there is plenty of sex, I enjoyed the way you ate my pussy this morning it was delightful" "Mistress Green, but it wasn't sex, it was me pleasing you, I haven't had sex Mistress Green" "So you are saying you don't want to eat my pussy and please me?" she asked. I felt myself losing control of the situation. "Mistress Green, no, its not that, its ... Look I enjoy pleasing you, but it is not doing anything for me" "But we do lots of things for you. The obvious ones like food on your plate and a warm shower and bed. Not to mention the stimulating company." Before I could again protest, she held up her hand "Yes, I know I punish you, but that is the correct way to show you that you did something wrong. Did you learn from the punishments?" "Mistress Green, well, yes, but..." again I was cut-off. "So there you are, by your own admission you know it is the right thing to do and agree to the punishment. I know that yesterday was painful but then you did that yourself, didn't you? You only needed to come once and you decided to 3 times!" "Mistress Green, you are right, but " I am very confused. I don't know what to say. I try to gather my thoughts while she continues. "So really the extreme pain you suffered yesterday was down to you too, so the only actual complaint you have is that you haven't had enough sex?! Am I right?" I am so perplexed now by her convoluted arguments and twisted logic, that I have to think about it, but her attitude demands an answer. I agree reluctantly. "Mistress Green, I guess so, Mistress Green" still trying to organise my arguments into a coherent picture. "Ok then," she says, "Benny is going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before! Right Benny?" I look around to see Mistress Benny standing near the door, she must have entered quietly. "Mistress, oh yes, I'll enjoy Dick a lot Mistress. He'll be fucked raw when I have finished with him Mistress!" "To room 2 then Dick, and get ready to be fucked." I don't know what to say because it seems all my arguments fell on deaf ears. I still wanted to return to the prison to avoid the pain I was suffering here, but the prospect of fucking Mistress Benny was tempting. She had a very trim neat figure. Not large tits, but neatly formed, and a very cute ass. When we all entered room 2, me crawling along behind Mistress Green, Mistress Benny immediately started opening the cuffs of the restraints on a framework at the end of the room. "Mistress Green, I'm not getting in that Mistress Green, Not after yesterday!" "Really Dick?!" She asks, "OK then but Benny won't fuck you when your hands are free." Mistress Benny looks at me and our eyes meet. She puts on a purposely disappointed looking expression, pouting her lower lip at me, and then licking her lips. She was hot, and I was ready. What could be the harm in it I felt? I let myself be strapped onto the framework, wrists as well as ankles. Mistress Benny immediately started undressing me, removing the cock and ball restraint and leaving me in nothing but stockings and high heels. She even removed the broad leather collar I had been wearing which was a great relief, it had not been removed before. I was really looking forward to this; my dick was already stirring as she fussed around me. Then Mistress Benny stood back as I looked on. Mistress Green was also enjoying the show, and her lips were moist as she licked them, it looked as though she was getting ready to play with herself. Great I thought, if she gets turned on maybe I could fuck her too! Mistress Benny first unbuttoned her blouse ever so slowly, watching me watch her every move. She was wearing a white bra, and when the blouse was open at the front she reached up to pop the strap open. But teasingly she kept one hand over the front of her breasts so it did not fall off. She then turned her back on me and removed the blouse and undergarment. Her back went from broad shoulders to narrow waist and was smooth and slightly tanned. She turned back to face me, her hands now cupping bare breasts. Without me seeing them she squeezed them and rubbed them until she decided to take her hands away. I had seen her tits before with their dark nipples, but this strip had really turned me on. She turned her back to me again, and reached up under her skirt to pull her panties down. They were black and she looked over her shoulder at me coquettishly as she twirled them on her finger before throwing them towards Mistress Green. Looking away again, he hands went to the back fastening of her skirt, and pulled the zip down. This revealed just the tops of her buttocks and the beginning of her ass crack. The fingers then worked at the button above until it opened. She dropped the skirt to the floor and I could she her magnificent bum. It was perfectly proportioned and heart shaped. She was still wearing stockings and a suspender belt, and the black contrast of these against her fair skin highlighted the pertness of her buttocks. She slowly turned around. At first I could not understand what I was seeing, and then the shock hit me. "She's got a dick!" I exclaim. Stating what was abundantly obvious. At this point Mistress Green and Mistress Benny succumb to helpless laughter. It was also a dick of an amazing size! I could not imagine how I had not seen the bulge in her skirt before; she was hung like a horse. {I will keep referring to Mistress Benny in the female sense as commanded later by Mistress Green.} She sashayed towards me. My gaze was fixated on her penis. As she watched me she mocked me. "Like it Dick?" as her fingers ran up and down the shaft. She was becoming erect as she fondled herself. My initial shock started to turn to disgust and rage. "Mistress Green, there is no way I am fucking Mistress Benny, if Mistress is the right word for this pervert, Mistress Green" I say with disdain. "Now Dick" I am shocked" she says in a similar mocking tone to Mistress Benny's. "You must always be polite to Mistress Benny, even with her ... equipment. Benny is a pre-op transsexual but that is slightly misleading because neither of us are interested in removing such a useful and large tool." Mistress Benny came closer still and then her engorged penis met my crotch. I had already started to lose my erection and now it completely disappeared. I recoiled from the touch but Mistress Benny came and draped herself over me, her hard on rubbing my crotch. Even though I strained at the restraints I could not escape. Mistress Green continued "Really Dick. It now looks like you don't want Mistress Benny to fuck you at all after all the drama earlier." "Mistress Green, no not at all. Mistress Green, I want to leave here right now Mistress Green!" Mistress Green settled back and became serious. As she spoke I only had half an ear on what she was saying until the full import hit me. Mostly I was trying to avoid Mistress Benny's touch, which was futile. She pushed her hard cock into my crotch, using it to play with mine. Then her hands started too, rubbing her own erection and playing with my limp member. Mistress Green explained the situation. "It is true I could return you to rot away in your featureless call for the rest of your life, but it is a mistake to think that the choice is yours. It is mine, and since I have found you amenable so far then I am going to continue training you. Is that clear?" I only latch on to the sense of the sentence as she finishes. I catch myself nodding, still distracted by the large cock rubbing against me to my revulsion. "Mistress Green. Yes Mistress Green." As I mentally replay what she has said, I suddenly protest, "Mistress Green, no, I don't want to be your slave, take me back. Now! Mistress Green." With that statement Mistress Green jumps up and coming swiftly towards me slaps me hard across the face, once, twice. I am shocked and immediately stop my protestations. Her voice becomes hard and nasty. "That Dick is the last outburst from you, I grow tired of being reasonable. Shut up and listen." My ears burn with embarrassment and I forget about the penis that is molesting me. "Your training so far has been adequate. You preferred to serve me than the alternative, which is good. You actually performed reasonably! By your own choice you have submitted to minor punishments and some small anal penetration." I blanch at the 'small anal penetration'. If what I have experienced is small, what had she in mind for 'large'? "You have made good progress as my toilet slave, drinking my pee and licking my excrement. Massaging, my sexual satisfaction and so on has been fair." Mistress Green explains the next stage of my training as follows. "So far have you managed by your own will, but I now need to enhance that. Your performance has been OK, but I am going to expect a lot more energy, a lot more zest as you go about your duties. When you are tonguing my anus it must be enthusiastic, it must feel like you want to extend your tongue into my anus and lick all you find there. When you are begging for punishment or thanking me for it I want to feel the depth of the emotion. "How is this to be achieved? Fear. Fear on your part of the immense pain I can inflict on you when I want. Fear so intense that you will gladly submit to something as minor as a beating because the alternative is much worse." With those words she goes and finds a silver object and asks Mistress Benny to clean it for her, and then continues. "Room 2 here is the extreme pain room. Its purpose is to provide the instruments to inflict extreme pain. Hopefully you will never ever have to visit here again, because the only reason to be here is to hurt you badly. But to mark the passage from self motivation to external threat I must hurt you, hurt you so much you fear to visit here again. "This little gadget is to remind you of this lesson" Te object she held up was either silver or chrome plated, very bright and shiny. It was shaped in a figure eight, hinged on one side. Other much smaller rings adorned the edges. Mistress Green carried on the describing the thing. "You will notice the clasp at the bottom. It is designed so that when it is closed it is impossible to open. And you can see that the middle arm is designed to pierce and join together too. The purpose of this restraint is to hold your cock and balls in a suitable position, replacing the temporary restraint you are wearing now." By now Mistress Green had come close enough for me to see the contrivance. I was a little puzzled, and without really thinking of it voiced the question that frightened me in the possible answer. "Mistress Green, but the hole is awfully small and why are there two loops Mistress Green." Dreading the answer that I could see coming. "Quite right Dick" she replies. "Obviously the top loop encompasses your dick and the bottom loop your balls. The middle arm will pierce your scrotum between them. As you can see, it is vaguely pointed, though it might be better to describe it as a punch to penetrate that sensitive area." As she said this she smiled at me coldly. "Don't worry, Mistress Benny is very skilled, there is a good chance she won't puncture anything vital!" I cried out in despair. Panicking, tearfully, more scared than I had ever felt in my life. "Mistress Green, no. Please Mistress; there is no need for that. I will gladly act as your slave and toy; I will do anything you ask of me if you don't attach that to my balls. Mistress Green." She handed the polished metal back to Mistress Benny and went to sit on the stool. She regarded me coolly, and ignored my protestations. "Mistress Green. Really I mean it; I will do anything you want me to. Please." I beg her, literally crying now, feeling a tight pressure in my chest from anxiety. "I will satisfy you in anyway you desire without thought of my own pleasures, I will crawl at you feet, drink your pee and gladly consume your excrement. Anything Mistress. I beg you most humbly Mistress." It is fruitless. Mistress Benny reaches out and pulls my limp member as out from my body. I am so scared my penis has shrunk to the size of a ten year old. Mistress Benny is really turned on, and as she pulls my dick, uses her the other hand to masturbate her great cock, rubbing it up and down and down my inner thigh. Displacing the disgust I feel earlier I seize on a new idea "Mistress Green, I can do it, I would love to fuck Mistress Benny please Mistress. I'd love to suck her mighty cock. She could use my ass as much as she likes." I plead. "Anything." I squeal as Mistress Benny stops rubbing her cock and places the cold metal hinge up over the shaft of my limp member. "I'll..." I try to desperately think of anything that might satisfy this demon Mistress. "I'll even swallow her come!" I manage as I feel the metal arms press against the sides of my ball sack. I don't know what else to say as I feel Mistress Benny manipulating my balls, forcing the blood vessels and other anatomical tubing out of the path of the punch ends. "Please Mistress. Have mercy." I cry as I watch the cool detached woman who is intending to inflict so much pain. I am now crying freely, and my breath comes in sobs as my mind shuts down to the impending torture. Mistress Green speaks and I feel an immediate surge of hope. "Yes Dick. Hold on Benny" she says. Mistress Benny looks at Mistress Green in surprise. I immediately grasp this opening. "Mistress Green, I will Mistress. I will. I'll do anything for Mistress Benny. I'll suck her cock and drink her come. She can use my ass as much as she likes. I'll do anything for you Mistress." I explain triumphantly, relieved and astounded that I know I mean it, that I would do anything to please her and avoid the pain she was going to inflict. Mistress Green comes close to Mistress Benny, and takes the clamp in her hands. She smiles at me and I smile back. Relieved that I am going to be spared the torment promised. That relief is as short lived as the second it takes to imagine. Still smiling, Mistress Green closes the figure eight, the first click indicating it is fixed in position round my balls, the arms in the middle now tightly clamping my scrotum. Mistress Green addresses me. "I know you will Dick. But you are going to be so much more enthusiastic and obliging once you know how painful I can make your existence." Stepping back she releases the restraint to Mistress Benny. "Close it Benny" Mistress Green commands as she resumes her position watching the proceedings. "Slowly." Immediately I feel the pressure on my all sack increase. I start gasping out any wild promises I can think of, anything to prevent the mounting pressure. "Mistress Green, no, I swear I'll do anything you want me to. Willingly, anything, God as my witness, forever I'll serve as your sex toy, toilet, anything..." The pressure is becoming too much and I start screaming from the pain. I cannot describe the white-hot agony as the two parts press against my flesh, crushing and cutting through the skin. Unbelievably the pain mounts each fraction of a second as the jaws close. The pain is so intense I feel detached from my body, just swimming in the waves of agony from my crotch. The type of pain changes as the jaws are gripping so tightly they start to cut a hole through. I think I hear, or maybe I imagine I hear the jaws of the restraint closing, but at that moment it becomes too much as I pass out from the pain. I regained consciousness much later in the middle of the night. I had a vague recollection of stumbling, supported, back to my bed where I curled foetally round the agony of my pierced ball sack. As I felt the fire in my crotch I moaned, but found the pain bearable. Movement still made me wince, but my training at least enabled me to continue to recuperate. I very carefully sat up and considered my position. There was a blood on the sheets, but the wound had lightly scabbed over and did not appear to be bleeding, the design of the clamp pinching the skin around the physical tear which only allowed a small amount of blood to escape. I realised and knew immediately what I had to do. It was pointless to wait any longer and submit to any more indignities and cruel punishments, I had to escape, run, walk, whatever to the nearest town. I had to find a phone and call my family and friends and explain the situation. Nothing that happened to me made any sense, it is a nightmare from which I resolved to escape, whatever I had to do. My first problem was clothes, and rather than risk fumbling around the house looking for something more appropriate I chose to wear the stockings and suspenders that I was usually made to wear. I knew that the drawers of the chest in my room contained a short black maid's skirt, and a tight, thin cotton blouse, and these would have to do. The only shoes I had were the high heels. I thought of the shame of having to wear these in public, but anything was better than nothing so I carefully clothed myself. The lack of panties and the openness of the skirt was actually a blessing since there was nothing to press against my painful scrotum. Tip-toeing through the house as silently as possible I let myself out of the house, and heart leaping at the freedom started to scuttle along the drive way. The pain prevented me from running, but I found I could walk rapidly, carefully keeping my thighs from pressing my crotch. Captive Hacker Ch. 04 The pebbled driveway gave way to a narrow country road. Metalled, but unmarked. The air was clean and clear, and the moon cast a bright light over my footsteps. The night air was cold and I was soon shivering from nervousness and the temperature, hugging myself with my arms. I was nervous because there were no obvious signs of approaching civilisation, just the road that continued between high hedges, broken infrequently by typical farm gates that led on to mysterious ploughed farmland. I carried on walking, trying to maintain the pace. My feet started to hurt from the exercise wearing the heels. Lack of nutrition and loss of blood started to make me feel giddy. Still I persevered; thinking ahead there would be a town, lights, warmth and a phone. Then the unexpected happened. From behind me, distant but growing louder, I heard the distinctive sound of a car engine. I did not know what to do. The hedge on either side was too tall to jump and hide, my best hope was a gate so I started running as fast as the heels and the pain allowed me. It was not to be, and I saw the lights of the car play erratically across the road surface, as all too soon it started to come closer. My immediate fear was that it was Mistress Green coming after me, and this had me running as fast as I could, teeth clenched in agony, nearly screaming with the pain. By then the car had me fully in its headlight and there was no way I could hope to evade the observation of the occupants. I resignedly fell to a limping walk, shoulders drooping in despair. My heart leapt again, and then steadied in caution as the car drove past. I expected and hoped it would just keep going, but became nervous as it stopped several hundred yards in front. Clearly it was not Mistress Green but I was reticent to approach too closely. As I neared the car I saw with horror that it was a patrol of the local law enforcement. Almost as bad as if it had been Mistress Green herself. I did not recognise the name of the town but I would have liked to avoid entanglements with any members of any government agency. They were the ones who had imprisoned me, and convicted me of unspecified offences that had landed me in this situation. My walk became slower and slower as I got closer to the car but it had obviously stopped waiting for me, so I had to walk past, apprehensively not knowing what to expect. I had walked right pass the car when the officer wound-down a window and said something like "Are you alright ma'am? Walking alone on these narrow lanes late at night could be risky." He sounded young and reasonable. I knew I couldn't just ignore him and had to answer. I stumbled out a brief "I'm fine". Hearing my voice obviously surprised him. "Sir? Would you care for a ride into town?" he asked, sounding a little confused, and worryingly interested. I had no idea where I was or where I was going to I decided it could be worth the risk, and accepted the lift, explaining, "I was on my way back from a fancy-dress party. Yes, a lift would be great." Seeing the guy for the first time he did not question my explanation, merely lifting an eyebrow at the story. I got into the front seat of the car, very carefully pulling the skirt as far down over my knees as I could manage. Not knowing if it was better to keep quiet or continue with the conversation. The officer was happy to drive, and watch the road without looking at me, and I was content to let him. In the car it only took minutes to reach the pool of light of a small sleepy town and I was glad that I did not have to travel the distance on foot. The officer did not ask me where I wanted to go, and the first I realised we had arrived at his destination was when we pulled into the rear of a square station office. The gate had opened and closed automatically behind the car so I realised I was going to have to accompany the officer into the station before reaching the street and freedom outside. Leading the way in, the officer held the door open for me and then followed behind. The place seemed deserted, but I saw one or two shadows in a few isolated, lit offices. I did not know where I was going, but thought that if I just kept walking the exit would become obvious, however the officer scuttled ahead, and opened a particular door. "Come in here and have a cup of tea", he said. I was very reluctant to do so, and only stood in the door, "I really have to get home" I said, "it is late enough, if you can just show me out, I'd appreciate it." "Nonsense" the officer said, pushing me gently into the room, "sit down for a second." I'll be back with some a cup of coffee." With that he closed the door behind me, forcing me fully into the room. I was now extremely scared. Had they recognised me? I did not believe that the government would circulate the description of every convicted offender around the area, especially as I had been framed on some unknown unspecific charge. I thought that I would wait just a minute and then slip out of the building unnoticed. Alas I had no opportunity because the officer returned quickly with the coffee. He brought it black, no sugar, no milk, but even so I had not tasted anything so fine in a long while, and the warmth soothed and calmed me. The illusion of peace was shattered however when he sat opposite me and taking a notepad and pen, asked me, "Well then, Sir, I am sure you wouldn't mind giving me a few details, like your name, and where you are headed?" He looked at me expectantly. I licked my dry lips. "My name is Dick", I began before correcting myself, so ingrained was the habit of answering by that humiliating label. "That is my name is Richard Simons", I stumbled on, quickly replying with a fictitious name. "I am only trying to get home from a party." The officer was looking at me closely, but seemed satisfied, making some notes on the pad. "And where is that, " he paused, "sir?" I did not know where I was. "I actually come from a way away." I tell him, "but I am staying in the town with a friend. Just along the main street, above the cafe". I tried to sound confident and consistent, knowing this was a bare faced lie. Again the officer didn't say anything, but made some notes on the paper. "Please sit there sir, I won't be long" he said. I immediately protested. "But I really need to get home while it is not too late, you're not holding me for anything are you?" I queried. He stood up, "Just wait one moment and we'll sort this out". I also jumped up, far too quickly, because the pain in my crotch stabbed at my abdomen so I winced. "Now wait a moment yourself" I said, "you can't just keep me here!" I had walked around the table to confront the officer, but he noticed something. Looking at the floor he asked me, "Is that blood sir? Why are you bleeding? Can you explain that?" Horrified I looked at the floor and realised that my scrotum was obviously bleeding again, and there was a distinct trail of blood spots on the floor. I did not know what to say and feebly replied "Oh, its nothing, not important, it always happens when I am stressed." He was obviously not impressed by the excuse and told me "I am fetching the surgeon while you stay here. Do you understand?" I nodded dumbly. Hoping that when he left I would still be able to slip out. My hopes were dashed when I heard the murmur of several voices outside as the officer went out. I guessed there were more people in the hallway outside. My heart was beating frantically as I tied to decide what to do, and came to the conclusion that the best idea was to just brazen it out. After all there was nothing they could hold me for was there? All too quickly the officer again entered the room, this time accompanied by an attractive oriental looking woman, wearing a very smart uniform, her hair tied up severely behind her. "What seems to be the problem? " she enquires to both the officer and myself. I again stumble out a "oh its nothing" but she looks at me severely. "He is bleeding somewhere" the officer informs her in a helpful tone. With that we all solemnly examine the sports on the floor. The medical woman just looks at me and gives me a questioning look. "Its rather embarrassing I say", and she smiles and tells me, "Well I am a qualified nurse, so you don't have to be shy. I have seen everything in the few years I have been working here" Slightly reassured, but still uncomfortable, I turn my back on the officer so that only the nurse can see as I raise the skirt. The impaled scrotum and the gadget doing the impaling are obvious, as is the blood that has started to dry again. The nurse gasps, raising her hand to her face, covering her astonishment, though I am slight annoyed to see that she is nearly smiling. "Good god" she says, reaching for my member. I step back protesting, "Please, it still hurts an awful lot." She glances at me and then tells the officer "You have to come and see this". I protest and drop the skirt, only to have the nurse immediately grip it and raise it again as the officer comes round to look. I am very shy about this, but cannot think of an easy way of snatching the skirt from the nurses' grip and hiding my genitals again. "I think you are going to have to tell me the whole story he tells me looking me in the eye. Not knowing if it is a great idea I commence to tell an abbreviated history of my captivity with Mistress Green. Skipping a lot of the sordid details, carefully explaining any physical abuses, the whipping etc.,. And very deliberately leaving out how I came to serve her in the first place. A little way into the narrative the nurse told me that there was nothing she could do, but not to worry it was healing nicely. I was not totally assured by this statement but carried on telling the other officer the details. I started by sitting down, but was continuously interrupted by the nurse bringing another colleague to look at my pierced ball sack. To start with I protested that it was undignified that everybody should see my infliction, but she insisted it was necessary, "For the case". By then I was standing facing away from the door, surrounded by a group of guys, and the nurse as I held my skirt up, and they each carefully regarded the humiliating device attached to my organ. As the tale approached the end where I was picked up on the lane, I was at least hopeful that I would get away from here and back to my normal life, though maybe as an outlaw, when I hard something to cause my heart to drop into the deepest pit of despair. A slow clapping came from the door, as I looked around I saw Mistress Green and Mistress Benny, smartly addressed, standing there. "A beautiful story Dick I am surprised you had the imagination for such a delightful tale." My face burned with shame, and I blurted out. "That's her, that 's the bitch that has done this to me. And the pervert that helped her, arrest them now. Go on!" I was nearly shouting pointing an accusing finger at the woman who was my nemesis. Strangely the officers just stood around looking amused, and then Mistress Green walked over to the officer who had picked me up, and told him "You did well to inform me Jake" Jake obviously being the officers name. "I will take the slut home with me now, after you've had a little fun as a reward for your inconvenience". "You can't do this," I stutter out. "This woman has used and abused me while pretending to be my lawyer, my counsel. You must arrest her don't you all understand?" I felt an inescapable foreboding as they merely watched, amused at the scene. Mistress Green walked over to where I stood, and I noted, inconsequentially that, even in heels she was about the same height as me. She smiled sweetly, and said "You are only making things harder on your self, Dick" the rest of her words were lost as she reached up and savagely pulled the metal constraint securing my cock and balls. The pain drove all thought from my mind as I fell to the floor screaming. The pain seemed as intense as when it had first invaded my scrotum, but this time it must have been less because I did not pass out. "And so" she said, as my screams died to sobs, what are we going to do with you now Dick?" I curled on the floor sobbing, knowing that the nightmare had become worse. I bitterly knew it was a rhetorical question, and was not surprised when Mistress Green continued. "Since all this silliness started because you refused Benny's magnificent tool when you so wanted to be fucked, then that I think is a great place to give recompense don't you think? In fact, I think all the gentlemen here would be interested in your sweet tight virgin ass?" I continued to ignore my surroundings until Mistress Green, stood and said menacingly "On your knees Dick", tell me what you are going to do" Quickly I scrambled to my knees, and stammered out "I am going to let Mistress Benny and the other men have my ass Mistress," I quietly say. Mistress Green sounds amused, and asks "Just have your ass dick? I think you are going to enthusiastically suck them and let them fuck your ass deeply and widely isn't that it Dick" "Mistress, yes Mistress" I know this is not enough, and trying to swallow my bile at the thought of what I was saying "Mistress I am going to suck their cocks, and then beg them to fuck my tight little virgin ass, Mistress" "Exactly Dick" she tells me, "So lets get started, I think you should start on Benny. Crawl over there and show us what a fine performer of fellatio you are Dick" With a heavy heart I obey, crawling towards the beautiful transsexual. Noticing the fine shaped legs in dark nylons, and surprisingly small feet. Mistress Benny just stood there as I pushed my head under her knee length skirt. I could not see anything, but sensed the manhood, in her brief pants. Reluctantly, I reached up and carefully dragged the pants down over her hips, releasing her penis {a strange expression, but one I have had to become accustomed to in dealing with Mistress Benny} so the hot semi erect member bounced on my face, causing me to recoil. Mistress Benny ordered me, "No hands Dick, just your mouth". Knowing I was going to have to do this I wet my lips and placed them around the end of the fat cock I could not see, but feel by its heat. The act was simple, but the feeling was immensely shameful, I had never considered myself gay, or attracted to men, and in honesty thought that the male sex organ an ugly thing. Nearly gagging with the thought I started to suck, trying to remember how I had performed fellatio on the toys Mistress Green had given me. The hot meat in my mouth felt strange, in shape and texture. Trying very hard to keep my teeth away from the delicate shaft, allowing my tongue to hold the hardening member. My mouth was wet and I found it easy to suck the penis deep inside before pulling away on the shaft. Once fully into giving Mistress Benny oral sex, she lifter her skirt so all the other people in the room could enjoy the humiliating spectacle. I must have been doing something right because Mistress Benny started to buck her hips and force more of her dick into my mouth. I could not resist as she held my head and thrust in hard, almost making me gag as I fought to stop her choking me. She seemed to enjoy the struggle because now the dick was fully hard, engorged and firm, pushing against the roof and back of my mouth and I started to panic at the sensation and lack of air. After a while she slowed and stopped, but my brief reprieve was short as I realised that she was going to violate my rear hole. I saw the waiting officers grinning and laughing, and my face burned red, but I knew I could not resist as Mistress Green bade me bend over and hold my knees. My ass hole puckered tight and again I felt the revulsion at what was going to happen. Mistress Benny made it worse; prolonging the moment as I felt the tip of her cock, touch my virgin ass. Just rubbing up and down to start, not trying to force its way in but increasing the tension as it rubbed the cooling saliva over my anus. Finally she stopped moving about and held on to my hips. I bit my lip, and blinked hot ashamed tears as I felt the pressure of her cock on my ass build. There was nothing I could do against the mounting pressure, and soon I feel it force itself inside of me, pushing deeply into my anal tract. Violating my anus as Mistress Green had done previously. I started to dryly retch, and mistress Green ordered me to show my enjoyment This was worse as I had to stammer out imprecations "Mistress Benny, that feels so good Mistress. I love the feeling of your large hot cock in my arse. Mistress " I was now crying openly at the shame which increased the enjoyment of the spectators. I felt distant and detached, more aware in the pain in my cock, than the splitting of my ass, as Mistress Benny started to pound away. As her strokes into my ass increased in power and depth I began to feel the hurt there too. I would try and lean away, but Mistress Benny had a firm grip. "Oh no dick" Mistress Green cautioned. "You must really want it deep inside you. Do you want me to ask Benny to hold you cock restraint as she enters you?" The thought of the pain horrified me, so I obliged Mistress Benny as much as I could, consciously relaxing the muscles of my sphincter, pushing back despite the mild pain so much more bearable than the thought of someone touching my pierced sack so soon. I encouraged her verbally too, "Mistress Benny, yes, that feel so great, fuck me deep in the ass Mistress please use my ass Mistress" I begged her. It was not long after that Benny stopped, and pulled their cock out from the depths of my anus. My ass felt open to the air, distant and hurting as the penis left. Mistress Benny moved round to my face, offering her soiled member to my mouth again. I could see she had not ejaculated, but it was even more difficult to accept the organ in my mouth. Again she grabbed my head and forced as much as she could while I struggled not to gag, and try and clean the bitter tasting cock with my tongue. Mistress Benny had barely moved away, when another crotch entered my view. A strange cock was presented to me and I again nearly vomited at the thought of sucking this alien object. My senses seemed trained on this new humiliation and I could see every detail. The thick pulsing shaft, enormous purple glans, foreskin already stretched back revealing its blatant purpose. The base surrounded by a thick bush of curly black pubic hair, where as Mistress Benny had been smooth. Nothing made the task more obvious that I was going to suck this male member. As I hesitated a voice commanded "Well, then suck it bitch! As deep as it can go." A large rough pair of hands again grabbed my head and the penis was forced mightily into my mouth. I immediately tried to gag, as it pushed against the back of my throat. I could not breathe and could only feel myself try to vomit as the hands held my face near to the fusty smelly crotch. I panicked and started to scrabble unsuccessfully, not being able to stand properly, my hands not being able to break the grip. Distantly I heard, "He's a pathetic sucker isn't he Green. You need to train him to deep-throat more enthusiastically." I heard cruel laughter, but was not paying much attention except to my lack of breath. I was seriously considering biting the invasive cock when it was removed from my mouth. I took several shuddering breaths, as I could finally taste the air again. Without the same tantalising indignity of Mistress Benny's slow penetration, I felt the second cock I had just been sucking thrust into my ass hole. It had nearly recovered from Mistress Benny's ministration, so the fast and hard pounding made me scream and try and pull away. Hands holding my hips, prevented me, and the same aggressive voice growled Captive Hacker Ch. 04 "You want me to pull your pathetic dick and show you real pain? Then for fucks sake tell me how much you are enjoying this?" That was the last thing I wanted so even though it revolted me to do so, I immediately started the pathetic begging and pleading they enjoyed, knowing that I obviously did not enjoy the treatment and getting a thrill from the indignity. "Yes, yes, oh that feels good, Master" the words offending my feelings but needing to avoid any more pain. "Yes, fuck my ass deep and hard Master" I did not have to plead for long because another penis was presented to my mouth, and I again became more panicked about my breathing then the burning abusing pain in my ass. I had one cock pushing deep in my mouth as I tried to tongue the member and take quick breathes when it was withdrawn enough, and I was also conscious of the pounding as another cock was forcing my ass, wide and open and intruding deep into my bowels. At least with my mouth stuffed with another member I did not have to humiliate myself by begging to be abused in the ass, and saying how much I was enjoying it. I lost all sense of time as I was abused, anally and forced to suck cock, bent over, my anus used by the same. I tried to consciously ignore the act I was performing, disgusted and frightened at what was happening. The next clear impression I had was when, after some particularly painful, thrusting, the gentleman using my ass stopped and withdrew. What made this more unpleasant than before was the trickle of liquid I felt down my thigh. It could have been the wound in my scrotum bleeding again, but I had the nauseous idea that it was probably the semen that was ejaculated into my ass. As soon as that prick had been removed there was s a jockeying for position, and the soiled cock was presented to my mouth, while the recently sucked penis took the place behind. The gentleman's creamy white spunk still adhered in traces to the tip of his cock. This made the subsequent oral exercise harder, his member might be going flaccid which meant it couldn't be forced to the back of my throat, but the salty taste of the semen made me want to puke from shame. The following cocks that I serviced blended into a nightmarish unending parade. I would suck a gentleman's hard erection, tonguing it and trying to breathe as he thrust it as hard as he could into my mouth, while another penis pierced my anus. When this load was ejaculated into my ass, he would present his cock to be cleaned, and then I would start on the next male member to abuse me. My ass became sore and aflame with fire, matching the still painful piercing of my ball sack. I could not feel my sphincter and couldn't try to squeeze it shut; it felt as though it was now permanently open and distended from the abuse it had taken. My throat was raw from the male flesh pushed into it, and I could not remove the slimy, salty taste of the semen from my mouth. I could also taste the blood and excrement from my own back passage and I hoped the blood was from my injury rather than any lesions inside my bowels. I could only suck and submit so I had no idea of the number of gentlemen using my body. After several cocks, there came a time when only my ass was being used. I felt disassociated from my body, and could covertly look around. Maybe half a dozen officers were in the room, but they were now looking at the female nurse, and Mistress Benny fucking on the tabletop. It looked very erotic, seeing Mistress Benny's wonderful female shaped body from behind, neat heart shaped bottom, moving against the naked nurse' pussy. Unless you observed from the front, when you would see Mistress Benny's hard cock, and incongruous little pert tits. Mistress Benny was not only fucking the nurse, but being surprising vicious about it too. She was using her nails to scratch and rend the nurses' skin, leaving angry red trails and even ribbons of blood in places. She was using her mouth, biting the voluminous breasts of the nurse. All this and the nurse was greatly enjoying it. Begging to be fucked and hurt at the same time. Even in my black and abstract mood I felt a wave of despair thinking that this was going to be my fate slaving to Mistress Green, begin used and having to enjoy the pain and abuse. Just then my mind was brought back to my current predicament as one of the gentlemen realised I was not sucking anyone. "Does the bitch drink piss Green?" he asked, and I was shocked to see Mistress Green nod her head. "Oh yes" she affirmed "he is trained, Just use him as you wish" The man who had spoken, again unbuttoned his fly and taking the limp flaccid cock again offered it to my mouth. He made no move to force it in, and I was reluctant to take the glistening end. "Just yank his crotch restraint if he misbehaves" enjoined Mistress Green, and fearing the pain I immediately put my lips around the end of the dick. It felt even stranger with the bulbous end of a flaccid cock in my mouth than with an erect one. Quickly I was focused on swallowing the stream of urine that spurted from the end, like sucking on a large meat straw. The flavour was very unpleasant, I do not know why, more salty and musty than Mistress Green's urine. I struggled to control my vomiting as I swallowed. At one point I did heave, but managed to keep it in my mouth and swallow again. Of course, after this one gentleman had used me as a toilet the others became enthusiastic too, and I had to drink several pints of urine. Towards the end it felt as though I could not drink anymore and I struggled to swallow the piss that filled my mouth. When everyone had enough. I stayed there, in position. Aware of how I looked, naked ass in the air, ass hole distended, bleeding and dripping with come. My face hung low, my throat barely able to swallow and only tasting the humiliating flavour of the piss I had drunk. Mistress Green then commanded me to crawl to the nurse, Amy, and clean her pussy and be her toilet. This at least did not feel as degrading. Amy had a shaven cunt. Her skin was very white and the pussy lips a strongly contrasting red. I feared that Mistress Benny had filled her with spunk but her slit was just wet with her own juices. I used my tongue as I had been taught to lick her clean. Licking along the length of her pussy lips, pushing my tongue inside her vagina, exploring under the hood for her clit. When she sighed and lay back I took the cue, and fastening my mouth over her, accepted her stream of piss. My mouth filled, and I had to concentrate rally hard to swallow, in the end I was not sure how I managed. Feeling sick, nauseous, in pain in my crotch and ass, I kneeled on the floor at Mistress Green's feet. "There is one more person you need to satisfy Dick." Mistress Green told me. Mistress Benny still has not fucked you enough. I swallowed dpainfully, my dry throat not lubricated by the piss I had drunk. "Mistreess, I am ready to be fucked in the ass by Mistress Benny Mistress." I was too exhausted to be more imaginative, and waited for the inevitable diatribe for not showing the proper enthusiasm. With more foreboding Mistress Green carried on. "You must have noticed Dick, theat Benny is much more passionate when you are suffering distress?" This is a rhetorical question and I do not have time to agree to this steatment as she bids us all go out to the car. I crawl at Misress GReen's heels, and everybody follows along. Making ribald comments at my expense, complimenting or insulting my ass and demeanour. When we reach the car I am told to bend over the hood, and I resignedly do so, fully expecting to be fucked in the ass by Mistress Benny, but, my expectations are changed when two of the officers are instructed to hold me in place. I start to panic, and struggle, but the position is not inducive to escape, and merely results in catcalls about my bottom wriggling around. Then I notice that Mistress Benny, wearing a leather glove has gathered a handful of nettles and is advancing towards me with them bransidished like awhip. I immediately start struggling more earnestly, and futilly begging for mercy, for anyone to stop this. Mistress Benny takes her time, swinging the nettles back and forth. I have a powerful fear of nettles since childhood, and the thought of them being applied anyehere near my sensitive ass was horrifing. Mistress Benny uses her other hand to stroke her enormous cock, fully proud and erect, which was even gaining compliemtns from all the gentlemen gathered around. Finally I realised that my snivelling and crying were not going to have any effect as she brushed the weeds lightly over my ass. The pain was terrific. Different from the whippings and piercings and other tortures that had been inflicted on me. It burnt like fire. Hot and immediate, many of the nerve endings aflame with pain. I literally screamed at the sensation, and each new swipe of the nettles increased the volume until m throat was raw. Mistress Benny addressesed my ass, making sure that each centimeter was affected. The backs and insides of my thighs too. Worse was when she ran the nettles up between my legs. The leaves and fronds pulling across my already painful balls, and then up my ass crack over my abused anus. The pain was intense, but not such that I passed out, but enough that when Mistress Benny did eventually impale my ass on her cock, the feeling was a continuation of the pain already inflicted. I eventually ran out of breath and screams though the pain continued with no apparent sign of releif. I slowly became aware of the pounding in my ass, but only because my sphincter was extended so much by the pounding cock of Mistress Benny. I barely noticed when she came and poured her hot seed deep inside my body, and it was almost without thought that I finally cleaned that magnificent cock. After providing an evenings entertainment I was unceremoniously bundled into the boot of Mistress Green's car. Hot stiffling, in pain and desperate to relieve myself. I heard Mistress Green conversing outside, but the words were indistinct and muffled that I could not hear the intent. Finally the engine started, car doors slammed and we drove off. The trip back to what I imagined was Mistress Greens mansion seemed to take longer than my brief escape. My body still hurt and burned. I felt nauseous, bloated and ashamed. I felt the darkest despair, realising that there was no way I could escape Misress Green without expecting the same treatment if I were caught in the act. Finally the car stopped and doors slammed, and I had at least the hope of release from this uncomfortable confinement. But my hopes were in vain, nobody came to release me and I waited in that dark cramped space. My desire to pee mounted, and I was desparate, until finally I could wait no longer and released the hot feotid stream over my body and legs to pool beneath me in the boot of the car, spreading until my face and hair were lying in the stinking pool. In my misery I slept. Captive Hacker "Leave my lap now" she instructs me. "Kneel at my feet." So I do so. "Another part of the ritual is to thank me for the punishment afterwards." Clearing my throat I do so, blushing a little. "Mistress Green. Thank you for punishing me. Mistress Green." She informs me that again I lack a certain imagination in the prolific and humble praise I should offer her and continues, "And also Dick you forgot to thank me for the ruler strokes. Bend over and touch your toes." I quickly adopt the position, and as expected, she again smack my sore ass with the ruler. I tell her, "Mistress Green. Thank you for the ruler spanking Mistress Green." I cannot think of anything else to say. Luckily she does not seem to want to pursue the matter. Then Mistress Green dismisses us for the evening bidding us attend her the following day in 'room 12'. *** There are many many rooms in this large mansion, but I had Mistress Benny to show me the way to room 12 after she brought me a small and simple breakfast. I had already showered and was ready for a new day as a slave to Mistress Green, and I had put on the same simple white briefs that I had been wearing the previous day. Room 12 turned out to be an enormous bathroom. The floors were white stone, and the walls and ceiling were white too. There were several cabinets on the walls, several large wall length mirrors, two large bathtubs and a white porcelain toilet. A long counter top, also of white stone contained a large sink. The whole room lit with subtle hidden lighting. I expected that we were going to help Mistress Green bath and get ready, and I was looking forward to finally seeing my Mistress naked, however, when she arrived she was already dressed in her ubiquitous tailored suit. She walked up very close to where I kneeled on the floor and commanded me to rise. She then looked me up and down and told me that today was a good day for me to dress in my proper uniform. I did not know what to make of this and nodded, but then seeing her begin to frown quickly agreed "Mistress Green, yes Mistress Green." She smiled and I knew I was correct in my behaviour. I was going to have to suppress the urge to simply nod, and remember to exclaim my agreement the way she liked me to. She then noticed that while she had been expounding her instructions, the previous thought of seeing her naked, plus the provocation of having her stand so close was beginning to arouse my cock. I became aware of this at much the same time as she did, and I immediately wondered if this was one of those appropriate or inappropriate times. Luckily she solved the problem for me by pushing her hand down my briefs and pulling my cock free. "Oh yes" she said, "this is the perfect time for an erection!" and with that began to play with my cock, stroking it and squeezing it slightly. I smiled a lot, this was my idea of being a sex slave, and enjoyed the feeling as she pulled on my sex. While Mistress Green and I were doing this, Mistress Benny had filled the washbasin with hot water, and started laying out a selection of razors, electric and blade razors. Mistress Green stopped playing with my penis, and walked over to the selection. I was a little puzzled, I had already shaved, and the women’s legs, both Mistress Green and Mistress Benny looked smooth enough to me. Mistress Green then started to explain their purpose. "Dick, your dick is your tool and I don't care to have it surrounded by the disgusting thatch of your pubes. I also find that your buttocks are less than pleasant with the amount of hair they have, and your legs are frankly revolting with their thick hair. I like my slaves to be as shiny as a newborn babies bum. And that is what you are going to do while I select an appropriate uniform for you. I will be back in 1/2 an hour; in that time you are to remove every single hair from your waist down. Do you understand?" I swallowed dryly, the thoughts of naked female bodies quickly evaporating as I contemplated this embarrassing task. "Mistress Green. Yes, I do ... Mistress Green" I slightly hesitantly relied. "Good Dick," she tells me and leaves with Mistress Benny as I look at the array of hair removing apparatus. I started with the electric razor on my legs and this did not bother me much. It was a little bit strange to be shaving my legs but I actually thought they looked pretty good. I started to become uncomfortable as I approached my crotch. The idea of shaving away my pubic hair was more unsettling. I could not see how it made any difference and the idea of having no hair there seemed strange. Reluctantly I decided that it would be best to do as Mistress required, since it seemed minor in comparison to being returned to incarceration. The electric razor felt rather kinky as it shaved away the hairs, and the buzzing and humming started to turn me on. So this is what a vibrator feels like I thought, and spent a little time stroking my erection. I realised my time was running out and had a few tortuous minutes trying to shave my ass. Again it felt strange having to shave my ass, but at least it matched the rest of my hairless state. Looking in one of the mirrors it was strange to see my cock naked of hair. The thirty minutes were up when Mistress Green and Mistress Benny returned with a collection of black leather I could not see properly. Mistress Green walked over to me and hissed, "When you are not commanded to stand you must immediately kneel you dumb Dick" I quickly fell to the floor. "Well" she said, "lets have a look at you ... Benny is going to check you out with a pair of tweezers to see how good a job you did. Hopefully she will not find more than 10 hairs below you waist!" Mistress Benny ordered me "Stand up, and put your hands on your head" and I did, as she bent over and started looking at my calves. Almost immediately her fingers reached out and using tweezers plucked a hair from my legs. It was painful but over very quickly like a needle jab, I did not even have time to exclaim. "One Mistress" she told Mistress Green. With horror I realised that the hair she had pulled out, was one that I had shaven with the electric razor, but obviously there was a little stubble left. "Mistress Green," I immediately responded, "she pulled one that was already shaved Mistress Green" I pleaded. "Shut up, you stupid Dick." Mistress Green sounded harsh and unyielding. "You had plenty of time to remove the tiniest stubble." Mistress Benny proceeded to pluck four more hairs from around my legs. The one she tweezered from my inner thigh hurt the most, but then she said, "Bend over and touch your toes Dick." As I obeyed I knew what was coming, as I felt her tweezers reach into my ass crack and grasp a hair there. This time however, she did not quickly pull the hair out, but ever so slowly increased the tension. It was beginning to hurt a lot. "Mistress Benny. Please stop please, its hurting me a lot Mistress Benny" I complain. Mistress Green interjects, "Dick you are allowed to beg and plead all you like when you are in pain, but please don't expect Benny to stop performing anything I ask of her." Mistress Benny continued to pull further hairs from my ass, as slowly as she could as I felt the hurt more and more. All the time I was begging her to stop, or to pull them quickly. This seemed to make her even more sadistic, and she obviously tried to make the pulling as slow as she possibly could. After eight hairs, her tweezers shifted a little lower and I could feel that she had grasped a piece of stubble on my ball sack. This prompted me to a higher level of begging for mercy. "Mistress Green, please not there, I am hurting so much, please stop Mistress, I'll shave really closely next time Mistress. Please please Mistress Green” But my words fell on deaf ears, as Mistress Benny remorselessly tweezered the remainder of the 10 hairs from my scrotum. After she had announced that she had taken the 10 hairs, Mistress Green regarded me impassively. Then she told me, "Not a very good performance Dick. I am disappointed ... that you could not perform even this simple task for me". I immediately understood what she was driving at, and blushing at the humiliation dropped to my knees and crawled towards her. In a small voice, I begged her, "Mistress Green, please forgive me, I did not do as you wanted me too because I was too embarrassed. Please spank me Mistress Green." She was not impressed by my apology but granted my request. "That was very poor too Dick, it sounded like an excuse! Next time think about what you are going to say before you open your foolish mouth. This time I will grant your wish Dick, go and bend over the toilet, with your head in the bowl. It will help remind you of your position. The next time I find you are hairy, you will be properly punished." I assumed the position she requested, and as I looked at the inside of the toilet bowl Mistress Green spanked my ass. It was as painful as the previous time and I felt deep shame that I was being spanked like a boy, with my naked genitals a further ignominy. I was beginning to wonder if I could continue to hold still as my ass became paradoxically painful and numb at the same time. When finally Mistress Green was happy I had been punished enough I remembered to thank her for the spanking, "Mistress Green, thank you for correcting my mistake, I deserved your spanking Mistress Green,” this humble statement seemed to please her, but I felt even more humiliated by having to thank her for hurting me. Mistress Green’s final instruction on the matter was "Enough of this for now, your disgusting body hair is boring me. Benny will wax you this afternoon. Now you are going to get dressed for me. Stand up, hands on your head." As I stood there, Mistress Green collected some of the leather items she had chosen. I thought it was going to be some sort of leather shorts, but I was sadly mistaken. Mistress Benny started by fastening a black leather harness around my torso, the leather matching the leather collar I was wearing. The final loop of leather round my belly had numerous rings. I guessed that this was some sort of bondage costume but it did not seem too offensive. The next thing that Mistress Green demonstrated was much more humiliating. "These" she told me "are fine black silk stockings. They will attach with suspenders to your halter. If you ladder them they will be replaced because I hate to see scruffy slaves, though of course you will be severely punished for damaging the old ones." This was again humiliating as I carefully stepped into the hosiery as Mistress Benny held it and then pulled them up my legs and fastened them to the suspenders. It was very embarrassing to be dressed like some cheap porn star transvestite in the stockings. It made my naked cock seem even more ridiculous. Naturally Mistress Green had a pair of black high heels to accompany the stockings. They were small, unnecessarily high so it was difficult to balance and walk, and they immediately started hurting my feet. Mistress Green was smiling as she admired me in the crazy costume I was wearing. "But there is still something missing, " she tells me, and gives the last piece of black leather to Mistress Benny. It is strangely shaped, a 'Y' shape with various metals hooks and clips. I have no idea of its purpose, and having the frightening thought that is might be some sort of gag. The reality is even more bizarre and humiliating. Mistress Benny clips the two arms of the 'Y' to the back of the harness, and then pushes the stem between my legs. As she comes round to face me I see that there is a complicated series of clips that allow the stem to open like a pair of stocks. Mistress Benny looks up at me as I realise with horror where this is supposed to fit. She smiles as she fastens either side of this mechanism around my prick and balls so that it clenches them tightly at their base. With a final clip, the combined stem is fastened to the front of the harness. "Now then Dick, " Mistress Green tells me, "lets see you parade around in your new uniform." I am blushing deeply and feel very uncomfortable in this outfit. The shoes hurt and I find it hard to walk without stumbling. The stocking suspenders pull unfamiliarly at my thighs. The leather straps of the harness feel strange, and my shaved ass feels cold and exposed. Worst of all is the feeling of vulnerability of my cock and testicles as they are pulled away from my body to stick out in front. "How does it feel Dick?" Mistress Green asks me. I honestly reply, "Mistress Green, it is a bit uncomfortable Mistress Green." I tell her, not really thinking in my perturbed state. "Oh we can't have that, kneel down" she says, and I suddenly realise I might not have been as tactful as I should. Sure enough, she comes up behind me, and rather than changing anything on the costume, she takes hold the collar she put around me neck and tightens it. I immediately feel very uncomfortable, it is not strangling me, but I can feel it pushing tightly against my throat making me want to swallow repeatedly. "Now stand up! Maybe that'll help take your mind of it?" she asks, looking at me expecting a reply. I am swallowing fast but manage to choke out an intelligible reply "Mistress Green, yes thank you, Mistress Green." Unfortunately she does not make any move to release the collar and I understand that I am going to have to endure the feeling of suffocation until she relents. Mistress Green then comes up behind me, and reaching round grabs hold of my cock. After the pain and discomfort of the uniform, it has become quite flaccid, and she cups it in her hand and starts to stroke it and pull it. "This uniform is perfect for my slaves you see,” She begins. Her voice is low and seductive and she breathes a little in my ear as she continues. All the while she is pulling and stroking my cock with one hand, which starts to react without any conscious thought on my part. Her other hand also begins to run over my body, feeling my back and chest and arms. "Your dick is perfectly displayed ... Dick. But you've got to be careful if you ever need to sit Dick, it is not designed for you to sit, it is much better to kneel. The harness is very useful for attaching various toys if I want to use them on you. You are uncomfortable with the stockings and high heels, but I think they perfectly suit a man as much as any woman. They produce a very fetching enticing picture as you look up the silk clad legs, the white of the thigh between the stocking tops, and there, perfectly framed your dick. And the high heels also help sway your cute little bottom as you walk along." With this she starts rubbing my ass cheeks. My cock is already fully erect, and I find that I am beginning to breathe deeply, as I experience her wonderful hand fuck. "The straps at the back neatly allow access to your ass hole and balls from behind." I am too caught up in the pleasure of the moment to think on the implied threat she had just made, later this was going to seem the most frightening possibility. "You see you are already enjoying the access this allows." She starts to pull my cock harder. Mistress Benny has come closer, smiling and with wet lips. The subtle suggestion is fantastic as I mentally see her lips closing round my cock. "But please remember always Dick that you are mine to control" Mistress Green tells me. "Do you understand this Dick?" she asks. "Mistress Green, oh yes Mistress Green" I pant out. She laughs, "Very good Dick, extremely good. But that includes your orgasm too, you know. Do you want to come Dick?" she asks. "Mistress Green, oh yes I do Mistress Green I do I do I do." "Careful Dick, don't break the rules. Make me really believe you, beg for release Dick tell me how much you want to come, how much you enjoy the costume. Praise me." "Mistress Green." I cry. "Please let me come. I beg you please let me come, I can feel it building up inside me. Please let me come. This is a great costume; it allows you to use me as you want to, to play with my dick like this. Oh please let me come Mistress Green, you are a wonderful Mistress, a fantastic Mistress. You control me fully; I'll do anything for you. Please let me come Mistress Green." Mistress Green continues for several more seconds and then stops. "On the floor, kneeling, right now Dick" she literally screams at me. After a second of hesitation I kneel before her confused, humiliated and angry. What did she want me to do; she was the one fooling around. She continues to scream in my face, "You are mine. Never forget it. I control this pathetic tool you have. You are not allowed to come until you have proven to me you are fully accepting of your place. I play with Dick whenever and however I choose." With that she aims a kick straight at my erect cock and balls. The way they are displayed and my cock still standing expecting release make it easy for her to land the blow. Agony bursts through my body and I roll on the floor hands clutching my sack. "I have had enough of you for today. Benny will properly prepare you this afternoon and hopefully tomorrow you'll attend me better." *** Coming soon ...