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Cheryl In Chains Ch. 01

By: TheDarkCloud



The blinged out stretch limo wound it's way through London serenely. Though the vehicle had a huge passenger compartment there were only two people in it. And only one of them was sitting.

Alexandra Burke, winner of The X Factor and breakthrough MOBO artist was sat in one of the plush leather armchairs behind the tinted windows. She had a black leather jacket on and the only thing showing under it were her knee high boots which she had crossed and pointing directly at the figure on her knees before her.

That figure was Cheryl Cole, recent divorcee and recently voted Sexiest Woman in the world by a Men's magazine. The singer, model and TV star had thought she was a Domme herself but five minutes with Rihanna in the American D Club had shorn her of that idea and she was already embracing her new role as a submissive slut to her new Mistress.

"My boots whore! They do not look clean and shiny enough for me yet. Lick them some more let's see if we can improve them further."

Gorgeous brunette Cheryl nodded eagerly and swept her trademark long hair back from her face as she crawled forward to tongue her Mistress's boots again. She was stark naked bar the thick, heavy silver collar around her neck. Alexandra nodded her approval as Cheryl began licking again.

"Make sure you get the soles this time whore! Lord knows how you ever thought you were a Domme, you could run Beyonce close as a subby slut given time"

*

The Hummer pulled up in the deserted street outside the Club. Alexandra was putting the finishing touches to Cheryl's outfit.

"After all can't have you going out there in the public, bare ass naked, can we? Skinny white girl like you would frighten the public! Ha, ha!"

She placed the last piece of black duct tape over Cheryl's right nipple meaning she had two, one each tit, in a cross over her breasts. She also had one longer one covering her pussy. That was to be her outfit. Affixing a silver leash to the collar Alexandra waited until her driver opened the door and she proudly stepped out into the chill evening air and led her famous slave out behind her. She didn't make her crawl, letting her trot along behind her as she strode towards the doors. She pushed them open, nodded at the bouncers then continued inwards through more doors into the main room. It was busy already with a bevy of Britain's best babes already deep in action.

Alexandra strode past Jordan pulling the rack on Kelly Brook's rack. She had simpering Kelly's tits tied up and on a pulley and was turning that wheel for everything she had. Kelly was stood on tip toes trying to ease the pressure and waiting for Jordan to show mercy ( though anyone who had ever encountered the hard bitch that is Jordan would know she would have a hell of a long time to wait for that). 

They passed a sectioned off chamber, designed like a dungeon where Denise Van Outen was holding court. She was in full on dominatrix mode, dressed in shiny black leather from head to toe, her blonde hair pulled severely back and an obscenely large dildo jutting from her crotch. She had some poor bloke bent over a bench and was whipping him with a riding crop, clearly in preparation to fucking him in the ass. Alexandra stopped to view the scene for a moment before marching on, dragging Cheryl behind her.

In the next section of the hall Louise Redknapp and Rachel Stevens were dressed in revealing pony girl bondage outfits, their tits on full display, a dildo with a tail jammed in their arses and a bridle around their heads as Kirsty Gallacher,( in stern jodhpurs) used a horse crop to put them through their paces. An erotic sight to be sure but Alexandra did not linger long before moving on the door at the back of the room her destination. She and her 'pet' walked past Christine Bleakley leading bimbo's Fearne Cotton and Holly Willoughby on dog leashes going in the opposite direction towards a double bukkake with some of their biggest fans. Brunette Christine pulled the blondes along at a ferocious pace.

And finally they reached the door. Alexandra stopped and looked down at Cheryl. Then she harshly ripped the duct tape from Cheryl's beautiful body, smiling at the grimaces that brought.

"Listen to me slave, I do not have time for this. As much as I would like to spend every waking moment tormenting you and dominating you I have a career to succeed in and I cant' trail a dumb Geordie cunt like you behind me all over the world, can I? So I've arranged for four other Mistresses to try you out for fifteen minutes a piece and after each of them have sampled you I will decide which of them I will sell you to. So I would suggest you be nice to each of them because after today one of them will be your Mistress. Understand?"

Cheryl nodded sadly wondering if it was already too late to back out from this, from the point that Rihanna had taken her in hand over in the American Club she had given up all dreams of dominance and enjoyed being submissive to Alexandra. Enjoyed that she was the elder of the two singers but was totally obedient to the younger rival. Cheryl whimpered slightly as a large door faced her, she knew she might not like what lay beyond them. The statuesque Alexandra Burke strode confidently up to it and knocked then entered. Waiting to greet her was Dannii Minogue, Cheryl's fellow judge on talent show "The X Factor".

Dannii had originally been the glamour on that show but she had been put firmly into the shade when Cheryl joined. Cheryl was younger, prettier and sexier and the ratings had reflected this. Cheryl's large eyes gazed up as brunette Dannii stood over her.

"Well there you are Alexandra! Lovely to see you. And look at this! Cheryl good to see you've found your true position in life - a pathetic, submissive little bitch ready to serve her betters!"

There was real bitterness in Dannii's words, not only because she hated Cheryl Cole with a passion but because she hadn't been able to get herself on the shortlist of people to take her on as a slave. Dannii would have loved to have her as her slave and could only dream of all the cruel and malicious torments she would have subjected her to. Alexandra though, had little time for Miss Minogue, viewing her as a fake and a fraud that had not supported her when she was breaking into the business. 

"Where are we first?" the dominant black girl demanded.

Dannii flashed a look of annoyance at Alexandra but quickly stopped and pointed to the door to her right.

"The first candidate is in there."

Alexandra pushed past Dannii and led Cheryl into a squared room with Alesha Dixon sitting on an ornate throne waiting on them. Alicia was a singer (like Cheryl) had been in a girl band (like Cheryl) and was now the token totty on a Saturday night talent show (again like Cheryl). But in all those things the sexy, chocolate skinned Alesha had not been as successful as the pale brunette.

Alesha stood from her throne, her long, toned legs bare, wearing just a black and red striped corset. She walked past Cheryl and kissed Alexandra on the lips.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable on my throne babe, I won't be needing it for the next fifteen minutes, I think I'll sit on something else."

She took Cheryl's leash from Alexandra's hand and jerked it so that Cheryl had to look up at her.

"On your back slave and present your face to me, I want to try it out to see if it is comfortable enough for my ass."

Cheryl paused for a moment to look at Alexandra for permission. She had all the hallmarks of a total submissive, Christ knows what she was thinking trying to be a Domme. Alexandra nodded her ascent and the stick thin brunette got down on her back and lay there waiting obediently. Alesha strutted forward and gave Alexandra a long, lingering kiss on the lips. Whispering to her as their lips came apart.

"I want her you know. A bitch like that should be under black control, don't you think?"

Alexandra smirked before answering.

"Well show me babe, show me how you would treat her."

Keeping her eyes locked on Alexandra Alesha lowered her strong legs and squatted over then dropped so that her ass cheeks engulfed Cheryl Cole's entire face. Alicia had sexy long legs and her pussy was completely shaven and that was certainly on full display as she knelt there on her more famous rival's features. 

Cheryl didn't quite know what to make of having an ass planted on her face. On one hand it was not very pleasant, as sexy as Alesha was her ass still sweated and stank like anyone else would and having her nose stuffed in there made it oppressive and claustrophobic and she could already tell that breathing would be a constant battle to snatch whatever air she could. On the otherhand it was deeply humiliating and as Cheryl was discovering nothing turned her on more than being humiliated.

"That's it bitch, smell me. Smell good, don't I? Well now I want you to taste me. Get that tongue out and eat my asshole bitch!"

Alesha was loud and mouthy and was slowly bouncing her ass up and down on Cheryl Cole's face and getting off on it. Alexandra Burke just stood over them watching interestedly. Slowly Cheryl opened her mouth and extended her tongue, this was just so degrading for her but ironically she felt so aroused by it. Her tongue almost immediately ended up at Alesha's starfish shaped asshole and she began to prod at it timidly.

"Oh yes! That's what I'm talking about bitch! That's it, get your tongue in there baby! Get it deeper I want you to properly taste me you ITV slut!"

Alesha start to play with herself, her boobs and her pussy as Cheryl forced the tip of her tongue into the shithole above her. Feeling it enter Alesha imperceptibly lifted herself up and pulled her cheeks apart before pushing herself down fast, jamming Cheryl's tongue way further up her asshole that Cheryl had intended going. Alesha and Alexandra shared a dirty laugh at what she had done and Alesha demanded Cheryl continue to tongue fuck her.

As much as Alesha enjoyed having Cheryl Cole's tongue jammed up her arse she was also conscious that she was working against a time limit here and needed to take full advantage while she could because no doubt the others would be doing their best to win Cheryl's servitude as well. Alesha reluctantly lifted her ass off Cheryl's face and spun around so that she was sitting on Cheryl's squashed tits, her pussy pointing directly at Cheryl's face. Alesha towered over her and began to slap Cheryl's face with one hand while increasing the pace of her own masturbation with the other.

Her hand was a blur to Cheryl as she lay there submissively. Then with a load cry Alesha came, and boy was she ever a squirter! The clear, hot liquid sprayed out all over Cheryl's face coating her in Alesha Dixon's cum. Squirt after squirt until Cheryl Cole's face was soaking.

"Lick it up bitch!" hissed Alesha as she added her spit to the mixture.

Alexandra allowed Alesha to wiped her juices all over Cheryl and have her lick as much as she could before interjecting.

"That's time up Alesha, come on slave get up we've got another prospective owner to try out!"

Waiting in the second room was a drunk Sarah Harding. Sarah, of course, was a band mate of Cheryl's in Girls Aloud but they had never been friends. In public, of course, they had been perfectly pleasant and friendly but behind closed doorS all of the other band members shared a dislike for Cheryl, due to her explosion in popularity on her own.

Sarah was a good looking blonde who was more than happy to wearing little clothing but of late she had also established quite the reputation as a piss head, always pictured falling out of bars and taxis in varying degrees of inebriation. And here she sat on a chair watching Alexandra as she led Cheryl in by her leash. Cheryl was stunned when she saw Sarah, that had been the very last person she would have expected to involved in this type of thing. Sarah sneered at her, she had a bottle of beer in her hand and she took a swig from it before addressing them.

"You're late!"

Alexandra dropped the leash and stepped back, distancing herself from the meeting.

"She's talking to you slave."

"S-Sorry Sarah, I-I was held up.."

"Shut the fuck up you Geordie cunt!"

Sarah smiled to herself, god that had needed saying for some time now.

"And another thing, I did not say you could speak, did I? And you don't call me Sarah now, you call me Mistress Sarah. Understand bitch?"

Sarah was nominally dressed in what could be best described as a 'slutty schoolgirl uniform'. She had black shoes, white knee high socks, a minuscule tartan mini skirt and a white unbuttoned but tied at the bottom blouse that displayed her whole cleavage with no bra underneath she had her bright blonde hair in pigtails to complete the effect. It was a look she had used in a recent film and she enjoyed the extreme reactions it elicited from people. She stepped forward so that she stood right before the kneeling Cheryl and took another slug of beer as she glanced contemptuously down at her band mate.

"Oh if the others could see you now, how they'd laugh. They all hate you, you know that, don't you? Especially Nadine, that stuck up Irish cunt would kill to swap places with me right now, I reckon she'd want to beat the shit out of you. Hell maybe she's in the next room, you never fucking know, do you?"

The words were spat out with venom and real meaning, Sarah certainly believed them. They hurt Cheryl she was always so sure she was so well liked, she was the 'nation's sweetheart'. Not so apparently.

"Hold this bitch and don't spill a fucking drop!"

Snarled Sarah handing Cheryl her half full beer bottle. As she took it she kept her eyes on her blonde colleague she promptly removed her blouse and skirt to reveal her naked body beneath. Cheryl's eyes were level with the tuft of blonde hair above her cunt and was transfixed by her band mates wet pussy. It was as if Alexandra was no longer in the room she just melted in to the background and the drunken Sarah took control.

"Need a drink bitch? Oh that's right you haven't drunk since you nearly fucked up with that cloakroom attendant, have you? You weren't so fucking popular then were you?"

Cheryl dropped her gaze and spoke in a faltering voice.

"N-No, M-mistress."

"Ha ha. That's right bitch submit to me, your better. You always will be trash Cheryl, it's just that right now it's well covered trash. But underneath all the magazine shoots, the adverts and videos they all know you are cheap Geordie trash, aren't you?" 

Cheryl slowly nodded.

"Anyway back to that drink, you can share this with me."

And with that Sarah snatched her beer back and held the bottle up and poured it down between her white breasts and as she arched her back it ran down her toned stomach, through her pussy hair and over her pussy lips.

"What are you waiting for trash? Get fucking drinking, can't let good beer go to waste!"

Sarah reached to her side to a table and popped open another bottle of beer and supped from it as she watched Cheryl shuffle forward on her knees and begin to lap at her beer soaked pussy hair. It made for quite the sight. Cheryl's lovely brunette hair buried between Sarah Harding's thighs, lapping away. But Sarah wanted her tits seen to first so she said.

"Up here first slut, the beer on my tits is drying you want to get that drunk quickly!"

Cheryl rose to her feet, a couple of inches shorted than Sarah and buried her face between Sarah's tits and lapped eagerly at her skin, licking the beer up and more besides. She traced her tongue all over Sarah's torso, paying particular attention to her hard as bullets nipples. Then she moved down and licked her belly button out before dropping again to her knees and delving her tongue lower this time to Sarah's beer tasting pussy lips. Cheryl gave her blonde band mate head while Sarah got through another bottle and then with a wink to Alexandra she leaned back and urinated. Cheryl was taken totally by surprise, her tongue half way inside Sarah's pussy when her mouth was flooded by piss but to the submissive sluts credit she did not over react she just knelt there and allowed her pretty face to be used as a toilet. When Sarah was done she pushed an empty beer bottle into her soaking pussy lips and started to fuck herself with it drunkenly while the other two looked on. In fact Sarah's time was up but she didn't seem to care as Alexandra led a stinking, soaking Cheryl away by her leash.

"Life as her slave would certainly never be dull" remarked Alexandra as she entered the third room.

In here a totally different proposition awaited them - Charlotte Church in a tight red rubber suit with a cane in one hand and a vicious look on her face!

"Get over there against the fucking cross!"

The weighty Welsh witch's voice held complete and utter disdain for Cheryl and no surprise the two had held a quite nasty media slanging match with each other just a couple of years previously. Cheryl's heart had sunk when she set eyes on her mortal enemy, how could she submit to her? But despite herself Cheryl timidly crossed the room and leaned against the large St. Andrews cross that dominated the room. At each corner of the wooden structure were gleaming cuffs that Charlotte wasted no time at all clamping onto Cheryl's wrists and ankles to hold her tightly in place against the cold wood.

Charlotte turned and pointed at Alexandra with her riding crop.

"Right you, you're one of those fucking 'reality TV' singers from this cunts show aren't you? Yes you fucking are. Well stand there and watch this love, I'll show you exactly how talentless little cunts like this should be treated!"

The riding crop whistled back and flashed forward to slash across Cheryl Cole's back. The submissive Geordie gave a yelp of surprise as the sensation but her first thought was not how it hurt but how arousing it was to be so helpless and at the mercy of her hated enemy. She screwed her eyes shut and savoured the sensations pulsing across her narrow back as Charlotte, frustrated that her first strike had brought no reaction, lashed the crop again over Cheryl's pale skin.

Charlotte was exactly how she came across in the media: abrasive, mean and nasty. As she stood there lashing Cheryl with vigour Alexandra found her mind wandering and imagining it was her on the cross being whipped by Charlotte. It was quite the thought and she had to fight the urge to touch herself. She had to force herself to concentrate, she was not that person anymore, she was a Domme and passing Cheryl Cole off was the latest part in her quest for higher power - she had her eyes set on some American bitches now and she could no longer even contemplate submission.

Cheryl gave a moan or a whimper as each stroke connected. Partly to make Charlotte hear what she wanted to hear and partly because she needed to. But the thing was her body was reacting to this beating, she was enjoying it, relishing it even. A sure sign of a true submissive.

All too soon Alexandra called a halt to things and for a moment it looked like Charlotte would start whipped her too but she just kept a grip on her temper and allowed Cheryl to escape her clutches – for now!

Alexandra pushed the final door open and strode in, trailing Cheryl behind her on her collar and leash. Alexandra smiled as she saw the fourth and final possibility while when Cheryl saw who it was her heart sunk to the very depths - it was Lily Allen!

Then a further shock as from behind Lily stepped Cheryl's ex husband Ashley. Cheryl knelt there mouth open and shocked at this development. Lily was a major rival that she had had a big disagreement with in the press a couple of years previously that had turned nasty fast with plenty of name calling going on as they slagged off each others music and private lives and then looks. They readily admitted in the press to hating each other.


Cheryl In Chains Ch. 01



Alexandra smirked and took a couple of steps backwards, eager to see what transpired.

"Ashley, the bitch has arrived why don't you get her food ready."

Lily spoke with a measured authority. She was not dressed like a Domme, no leather and boots here. Her long dark hair was in a pigtails and she was in a colourful summer dress which as Ashley stepped away she lifted to reveal a large, black strap on dildo around her crotch pointing straight at Cheryl.

"Well you did describe me as a 'Chick with a Dick' didn't you? So I thought I'd not let you down in my big audition to be your Mistress."

Oh God, thought Cheryl. Her heart was beating one hundred to the dozen. This was both her worst nightmare and her greatest fantasy. Lily Allen was her worst enemy that she genuinely disliked yet the thought of submitting to her, becoming her slave was starting to take root in her brain and she could not imagine anything worse or more humiliating. Which perversely was secretly thrilling to the singer.

While Lily was showing Cheryl her impressive plastic crotch appendage, Ashley Cole had lifted a tin of dog food and was merrily scooping it out with a spoon into a large plastic dog food bowl, adorned with the name "CHERYL". Once he had a decent pile of brown meat in the bowl he placed it on a small table next to Lily and proceeded to take out his dick and wank himself off over it until he came all over the dog meat, squeezing out every last drop onto the mixture. Lily smiled and addressed her prospective slave.

"What we are going to do with you Cheryl is for me to get behind you and show just what a chick with a dick can do while you eat this delightful mixture up like the little bitch you are. Then after you current Mistress has seen how I'll treat you from now on, as nothing more than a domestic pet to me - the family dog. I'm sure Mistress Alexandra will know where you will be treated like you should be."

Alexandra smiled and nodded and leaned back to enjoy the show.

And what a show it was! Cheryl embraced her dark side and submitted fully to her hated enemy. She got down on her haunches and ate the contents of the dog bowl while Lily positioned herself kneeling behind Cheryl and fucked her with her large strap on, making Cheryl cum with a mouthful of dog food and cum was her ultimate humiliation. Lily held her dildo deep within Cheryl's cunt and hissed at her.

"Just think bitch, once you're mine this thing can go in your other holes and this (she said pulling at Cheryl's gorgeous long, lustrous hair) will all go!"

*

Just one hour later Alexandra Burke made her decision and handed the leash connected to Cheryl's collar over to a smug, smirking Lilly Allen. So from now on Cheryl was the submissive pet of her most hated enemy and both of them were already creaming themselves at the depravity that awaited them both.

TO BE CONTINUED....



Cheryl In Chains Ch. 02



Previously -- Cheryl Cole, after willing being Alexandra Burke's sex slave consented to being put up for grabs to a new Mistress. Her former media rival Lily Allen won the competition at the UK's version of the D Club and so Cheryl had a new Mistress that she agreed to serve willingly. Having discovered the ecstasy and excitement of complete submission Cheryl was now determined to embrace it further...

*

Cheryl Cole gave a look both ways as she set off across the pavement. Not that anyone would have recognised her in how she was dressed. She had on a tiny white cut off shirt which was so short that it displayed the very bottom of her pert breasts. And she wore a black micro skirt and a set of high heels. Other than her hat and her large sunglasses that was it - no bra and no panties just as her new Mistress Lily Allen had told her to be when they met in this poor area of London.

Lily sat in her car and watched her newly acquired slave cross the road dressed like a crack whore and smirked, then she sounded her car horn and laughed as Cheryl hurried across to her. Cheryl trotted over to the pavement and leaned into Lily's car, only too aware that she must resemble a streetwalker approaching a client.

"Mistress Lily, may I please enter your car?"

Lily smirked again and pressed a button that unlocked the passenger side door.

"Get in before I change my mind slut."

Cheryl hurried around and sighed as she collapsed into the passengers' seat.

"You know what I want?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And you want to please your Mistress, don't you pet?"

A silent nod came from the Geordie superstar. Oh, yes she wanted to please her new Mistress. She wanted to show her she could be a good little slave. 

Of course they were hated rivals in public. Had called each other all the bitchy names under the sun. But now with Cheryl discovering her submissive side she had come into the possession of her most hated rival and it turned out both girls more than got off on treating Cheryl Cole like a piece of worthless shit. Cheryl was, in fact, loving this role finding herself in a constant state of arousal at her submission.

"Here's the cash. If he wants more then you are just going to have to find some other way to pay him. But whatever, don't leave that place without it. OK?"

She handed Cheryl £60 and they both knew that was never going to be enough money. Lily watched as the waif like slave moved off and entered the tattoo parlour. She couldn't wait to see her when she re-emerged.

The tattoo parlour was seriously trashy. Cheryl felt like such a skank coming into a dive like this, but that also aroused her and she had to fight off the urge to reach under her short skirt and finger herself. It was a one man operation and after a flush of a toilet he emerged from a battered door at the back of the shop and stared at his latest potential client. He was fat and bald and dressed in a greasy wife beater vest and ragged jeans. He indicated his tattered reclining chair and Cheryl tentatively staggered towards it on weak legs.

"You Lily's girl?"

"Yes."

"Good. I've been expecting you. I know what she wants, it's cash up front. Hundred pounds."

"I've only got this."

Cheryl handed over the cash Lily had given her.

"Then how you going to pay girl? 'Cos if I know little Miss Lily you don't want to go out there and disappoint her. Got a right temper that little Madame does and no mistake!"

Cheryl fluttered her considerable eyelashes at the disgusting man.

"Look love, we both know the score here don't we? You give me the cash you do have and then get on your knees and give me a nice blow job and I can give you the ink you need, OK? Good, I'll take that and you come in her and get on your knees!"

On her cheap heels Cheryl wobbled and was led into the back room and she dropped to her knees on a cold concrete floor right beside a disgusting looking and smelling toilet bowl. The Artist flipped his slimy thick cock out of his tracksuit bottoms and prodded it forward until it pressed against Cheryl's lips. 

This was the absolute nadir for Cheryl Cole. She was a UK Superstar, one of the most famous women in the land and yet here she was about to blow a disgusting individual for the equivalent of forty quid. She couldn't explain why but this whole scenario was arousing her. Her Mistress had led her to this and Cheryl wanted to please her Mistress. She opened her mouth and he put his cock in until his heavy balls slapped against her chin and his fat belly pressed against her forehead. It was claustrophobic in there, in a that tiny, stinking room, surrounded by fat and flab while her mouth was working hard to get him off and please him. Even so she had to fight the temptation to reach down and touch herself while she blew him.

He was hard and fast with his thrusts into her mouth, obviously in a hurry to cum. This was not how Cheryl Cole was used to being treated she was always treated like a delicate Princess by her few previous lovers but this new life was something else entirely and her dark side was flushed with excitement and arousal. Drool was falling from the sides of her mouth, she was making strange noises as he pumped in and out and then she felt a hot jet of cum spray against the back of her throat and the sensation of it slowly draining down into her belly. He grunted and squeezed the remnants of his cum on her pouting lips then became all businesslike again as he zipped up his jeans.

"Right, get that shirt off and get on the chair, we'd better get on with this before anyone else turns up!"

Cheryl got up and pulled her short shirt off over her head and bared her chest to the man. Despite her thin frame her tits we pert and firm and the tattoo artist couldn't stop himself reaching out, cupping them and fondling them before pushing her on her ass in the large leather chair. Then he got to work on his latest artistic effort.

Two hours later Cheryl left the parlour. Again she was unsteady. This had been what her Mistress had wanted and she had done it. Surely that would please her young Mistress. It was getting dark now and this really was a shitty area of the city for a pretty young woman dressed as Cheryl was to be wandering about in. She stood where she had expected Lily's car to be but there was no sign and she crossed her arms over her breasts and started to slowly panic.

It was a panic only increased as an old, battered looking vagrant slowly wheeled a bashed shopping trolley along the pavement towards her. Cheryl hugged herself a little harder and prayed Mistress Lilly would appear soon. But she didn't and all too soon the tramp and his chariot came up to Cheryl and he, not too gently, rammed it into her side.

"Ow, watch out!"

Squealed Cheryl.

He flashed her a toothless grin.

"Got a problem Missy?" 

For a moment Cheryl forgot herself and anger flashed through her voice, she was tired and annoyed, she had gone to extreme lengths to please her Mistress and she wasn't even here to see it and now she was being accosted by this old, smelly fuck!

"Yes I do actually! Watch where you're going with that fucking thing. You can't just go around bashing into people. Are you drunk? God you stink!"

He chuckled at Cheryl's ire and his voice turned slightly.

"I guess you are Cheryl alright. Well your 'Mistress Lily' told me to do that and she also told me to tell you that you need to follow me to meet up with her."

And with that the stinking vagrant pushed his cart on and turned into a dimly lit alley way. Cheryl paused a moment, stunned by his unexpected words than hurried after him.

"Wait Mister! Sorry! Wait up!"

She caught up with him and grabbed the sleeve of his tattered coat to halt him.

"Wait. What did you say?"

"You heard Missy. Your Mistress Lily gave me this (holding up a large bottle of vodka) and told me to give you the message."

"Ok. I believe you but what then? Where is she?"

At that moment Lily Allen stepped out of the shadows beside a large, metal dumpster in the alley. She looked breathtaking, clad as she was in a skin tight, rubber catsuit that clung to her figure. She was on high heels and held a riding crop in her hand.

"I'm right here slave. Did you get it done slut? Show me!"

Looking at her Mistress and trying to ignore the tramps presence Cheryl lifted up her shirt and showed her Mistress her newest tattoo. The words "LILY'S BITCH" now encircled Cheryl Cole's belly button.

Lily stepped forward and examined it, toying with Cheryl's breasts as she did. Then she turned to the tramp and enquired.

"Did she give you any trouble?"

He sneered as he replied.

"Yeah, skinny bitch swore at me and didn't believe me."

Lily arched her eyebrow at Cheryl.

"Is that so Sammy? Well I'm sorry about that. You are also sorry aren't you slave?"

Nodding obediently Cheryl said she was.

"Tell you what Cheryl. Why don't you make amends to Sammy in any way you choose. Choose well and you will greatly please me slave."

"If that is what my Mistress desires."

Cheryl spoke in a low, clipped voice and sunk to her knees submissively then undid the string keeping his trousers up then putting her face just inches from the vagrants hairy, dirty ass.

"It is what your Mistress desires slave so get on with it. Show this man how grateful you are for his assistance and then we can be on our way, you've made me late already!"

In the darkest depths of her consciousness Cheryl craved this humiliation. She reached out automatically and prised the tramps ass cheeks open and without hesitation she pressed her covergirl face between them and stuck out her tongue and sought out his anus. To rim a filthy, disgusting tramp in a dark alleyway was the lowest Cheryl Cole had ever sunk, could ever sink (she thought!) and yet it still gave her body an unmistakable buzz, a thrill, a heat in her crotch. And she had chosen this, her, herself, she had no doubts Lily would have accepted her doing other things but she wanted to show Mistress Lily the lengths she was happy to go to please her Mistress. She tasted the tramp and continued to tongue fuck his ass for nearly five minutes until Mistress Lily finally demanded she stop. They left a very happy tramp with his trousers around his ankles and Cheryl crawled over to Lily then had a collar and leash attached and Mistress Lily walked her to her waiting car at the end of the alley.

*

They drove for twenty minutes through the streets of London until the car entered a large drive and wound its way up to a large house surrounded by trees. Lily led her slave out of the car and up a set of stone steps that were hard on Cheryl's knees as she ascended them. This was the abode of one of the UK's hottest rising singing stars, Jessie J. The young woman had hit the music scene with a wealth of talent and attitude and was busy shooting her way to superstardom both here and across the Atlantic. When Lily arrived Jessie was busy with her own sex slave, fellow youngster Pixie Lott. Jessie had been perfectly eaten out by the blonde bimbo and had just finished shoving a large anal plug up her ass when the doorbell rang.

"Go and get that cunt!"

Spat Jessie displaying her legendary harsh treatment to almost anyone.

Pixie moved gingerly out, she was naked apart from the rings Jessie had so recently had fitted to Pixie's nipples, so it was a pleasant surprise for Lily when the door was opened. Lily took the chance to give both rings a nice hard pull and twist before entering the home and dragging Cheryl behind her. Jessie met them in the living room and they shared false pleasantries and kisses on the cheeks.

"Give Pixie the leash and she'll go and set your cunt up correctly while we discuss your fee for this."

Jessie was brash and brazen and Lily did not take well to being spoken to like this by the relative newcomer to the scene. She waited until both slaves were out of the room before answering.

"It's still £10,000 and I'd thank you not to take that tone with me. I'm not one of your fucking slaves, understand?"

Jessie sneered at the much smaller (though older) woman and made the most insincere apology. Right then both women were imagining dominating the other and putting them in what they saw as their rightful place. Both were headstrong young women and not likely to back down to the other. Still they had a deal, Jessie went to a drawer and handed Lily a satchel with the cash in it and then both left to go to the room Cheryl was being prepared in.

Pixie had led Cheryl into a darkened room with what looked like a gym horse in its centre. She lifted Cheryl to her feet then bent her over it. All the time Cheryl offered no resistance, she had forfeited control over herself long ago. Cheryl amazing body was over the horse, ankles on one side and wrists on the other so she was stretched over it and total exposed, legs nicely apart. Then the blonde stepped back into the gloom and dropped to her knees awaiting the two Dommes.

When Lily and Jessie entered the room though there was one major difference in their appearance from when Pixie and Cheryl had last seen them - they had both adorned large strap on dildo's!

Lily strolled around the bench, taking her time, giving Cheryl's firm ass a hard slap on the way until her dildo was pointing right at Cheryl's mouth.

"You remember my slave all those years ago when we were young and foolish we had our little spat in the tabloid? What was it you called me? Come on, what was that pithy name you came up for me? Come on, tell me what is was!"

"I called you a 'Chick With A Dick' Mistress. I'm sorry."

"And look at me now, I am a Chick With A Dick, aren't I? In fact both myself and Jessie are Chick's With Dick's. And bitch? Are we about to put them to good use in your holes!"

And with that they did. Lily Allen plunged the length of her long plastic cock right into Cheryl Cole's open mouth and began to fuck it. As Cheryl handled with that she also felt her thighs being eased apart and Jessie press her own plastic dick up against the entrance to Cheryl's asshole.

"I'm doing her shit hole."

Barked Jessie towards Lily.

"Whatever, been there and done that already love."

Scoffed Lily in response.

They glared at each other over the bound and spit roasted form of their slave and each pounded that bit harder and fast into their hole while holding the other's hate filled gaze.

Cheryl was helpless, all she could do was lay there and take the mouth and ass fucking she was getting. She enjoyed the helplessness of her situation, being exposed to these two cruel bitches was the ultimate in giving up control. Strings of saliva spilled from her over worked mouth and at least coated the dildo in there while also covering her cheeks and chin. From behind Jessie took a handful of Cheryl's hair and played with it before gripping it hard and pulling back as she hammered into her ass.

"Better use it while I still can." 

Smirked Jessie as she toyed with Cheryl Cole's trademark gorgeous locks. 

Pixie picked up on that comment but did not move or say anything. Could that be what all that money had been for?

After ten minutes of so the changed ends. Jessie gleefully plucked her dick from Cheryl's ass and marched around to offer it to her mouth. Cheryl knew what she was being asked to do and willingly opened her lips to allow Jessie to slide the dick , so recently in her asshole, into her mouth.

"That's it you old bitch, taste your own ass. Can't be too bad you always act like your shit don't stink, don't you!"

Lily chose to fuck her slave in the pussy this time, filling Cheryl up with the aim of making her climax. Lily fucked her slave and even used her hand to locate Cheryl's clit and rub it while she fucked her and sure enough eventually Cheryl could hold back no longer and came all over the plastic dick in her pussy. As soon as she had come Lily pulled out and Jessie followed suit. Jessie shouted at her own slave Pixie.

"Quickly slut get my scissors and shears, I left them out in my bedroom! Hurry now!"

Mistress Lily took the opportunity to come around beside Jessie and flashed the fan of cash she has just received as she explains everything.

"I told you the night I won you slave that I would take great pleasure shaving off these lovely locks of yours. Perhaps you've been waiting for it to happen? Well I decided I'd whore them out and offer them up for sale and Jessie here was the winning bidder. So she's getting the pleasure of shaving Cheryl fucking Cole's fucking head bald!"

Cheryl remembered the promises made upon her hair back when Lily had won the competition to take over as her Mistress from Alexandra Burke. She remembered the thrill of fear and shiver of awful anticipation that had passed through her body just thinking of having that done to her by her hated enemy. Oh what a sign of submission that would be. An ultimate surrender. And now here she had sold that most intimate of submissions to a young punk that she hardly knew. Ever since that day Cheryl Cole had imagined what it would be like to be shaved bald, had even fantasised about it and now it was about to happen.

Jessie J had such a wicked smile on her face as she brandished the pair of gleaming silver scissors and snapped them maniacally together. Cheryl cast a glance at Pixie and even managed to feel sorry for her with this bitch as a Mistress. And yet maybe that was the attraction?

"Last chance slave. If you want to you can back out of this and walk away. But you will walk away from me and this lifestyle entirely if you do. Is that what you want?"

Cheryl looked round at her Mistress and fought her emotions before saying.

"No Mistress. I serve you completely. She may continue."

Cheryl's words were quickly followed by Jessie sliding the blades of her scissors over a large chunk of Cheryl's dark brown hair and giggling as she slashed them shut. It was from the top and front and Cheryl watched as a large clump of her beautiful hair fell down before her very eyes before Jessie really started hacking away at that famous haircut. Cheryl could have got up and stopped this, she was not tied to the bench, rather held there by her desire to be obedient to her Mistress. Also, bizarrely, being shorn like this was turning her on, something she couldn't quite fathom.

Five minutes with the scissors left Cheryl looking a mess. Uneven clumps sticking up then areas hacked almost to the scalp. Gleefully Jessie put her scissors down and held up a mirror to allow the slave to see her new look. Cheryl could not quite believe her eyes. Her breath caught and she gasped at the sight that greeted her. She did not even register that off to the side Lily Allen had shoved Pixie's Lott's face between her thighs and was being eaten out as she watched her slaves transformation.

"But that's not fucking all is it you little cunt? No there's more to go isn't there? But I want to hear you beg me to remove the rest. Yeah! Thank me for what I've done so far and beg me to shave the rest off!"

For a woman who would regularly feature in most beautiful girls in the world polls it really was one of the most humiliating and humbling experiences for Cheryl to watch a large part of that perceived beauty disappear literally before her very eyes. And yet that stirred emotions and feeling inside her that were not exactly what you would expect. Cheryl knew she was a true submissive and to display this level of obedience to her Mistress was truly an amazing thing. She looked up through blurring eyes as the raven haired Jessie switched the electric shaver on and plunged into what remained of Cheryl's hair.

Jessie took her time over this. Savouring every last second. Relishing every piece of hair that fell from Cheryl Cole's scalp.

The room felt heavily charged, the sheer emotion almost overcoming all four young women. But that didn't stop or slow Jessie in shaving her bound slave of all but the shortest stubble from her head. Again, once she was done she took the mirror and ordered Cheryl to look at the carnage wrought on her tresses. Cheryl could not tear her eyes off the sight that greeted her, the skinhead staring back at her could not be her but it was. But Jessie was not finished yet, she had paid to remove Cheryl Cole's hair and she intended to get every single millimetre off. She snapped at Pixie.




Cheryl In Chains Ch. 02



"Stop eating her out and get my fucking razor and cream from the bathroom. Quickly!"

Pixie reluctantly peeled her tongue away from Lily Allen's love hole and with her face all sticky and wet she hurried off to obey her Mistress. When she returned Jessie barked at her again.

"You should watch this. Next time it could be you."

The funny thing was she was staring right at Lily as she said it and both young Mistresses knew who the threat was really aimed at. Jessie moved on though and spread shaving foam all over Cheryl's scalp and then proceeded to shave her totally bald without a hint of hair with a sharp, straight razor. As soon as she was done Lily decided it was time to assert her authority.

"Right. That's it you've had what you paid for, get up Cheryl and we'll be out of here."

At last something had thrown Jessie from her confident path.

"But, but I..."

"But nothing you little shit. You paid to cut her hair off and you have. So now we're out of here and if you don't like it well so much the better!"

With that Lily began to untie Cheryl from the bench and then led the shell shocked bald slave out of the house while Jessie called all kinds of insults and threats after them.

"I do have a knack of making enemies don't I slave? I doubt that's the last we'll hear from that jumped up little bitch. And I think poor Pixie will be in for an uncomfortable night, don't you?"

Cheryl made no response as Lily guided out and then into the back seat of Lily's car. As the driver pulled off Lily produced a wig in the back seat and showed it to her slave. 

"Don't worry the public won't know you've been shaved, only in private and in the Club will you be allowed to fully show this amazing bald pate. Hmmm, so smooth."

Lily caressed and stroked Cheryl's bald head as she said this then grabbed the back of her neck and pulled Cheryl between her legs and guided her face to the wide open zipper that Pixie Lott had so recently been servicing. 

"You can finish me off slave, that bitch didn't let her slave quite get there."

And a newly shorn Cheryl got eagerly to work as the car sped through the night.

*

The debut of Cheryl Cole's new bald slave girl look was just the next night at the next Club session. Lily had to admit she looked amazing, the lack of hair really accentuated her face and her body and clad as it was with just a large silver collar she really did look striking as she entered a few steps behind her Mistress. There was quite the crowd that night, all eager to see if Lily had carried out her promise of what she would do to her hated rival now that she was her Mistress. And most were quite delighted at Cheryl's state, jealousy was a terrible thing. Charlotte Church, Sarah Harding and Alicia Dixon had all lost out to Lily in being Cheryl's Mistress but all three were in attendance to gaze upon her new found baldness. Other enemies made sure to be there too, Ulrika Jonsson, Dannii Minogue and Nadine Coyle were each delighted at Cheryl's plight and all could not help but imagine all they would do if they had her as their slave. Jessie was there too, complete with her slave Pixie Lott and she cast venomous glances all night at Lily, that was a feud that would grow they both realised.

Lily was a smart girl though and knew that less was more and after a brief appearance she pulled Cheryl aside and told her that she had other plans for her slave that night. She led her to a back room and told her to get dressed in the clothes provided. Those clothes were sparse, a black bra, a red jacket, a black mini skirt and black heels. Once dressed she looked exactly as Lily had hoped, like a cheap hooker. Lily gave Cheryl her wig and helped her glue it in place then gave her final instructions.

"You will walk the streets at the back door until you are picked up by your client, you'll know him when you see him. You are his for the night and will do exactly as he says, he is paying for your services after all. I believe you will be his guest at a party and I expect to hear that you behaved yourself slave, understand?"

And so it was that minutes after her bald unveiling in the Club she was outside on a cold, wet night standing on a pavement like a cheap, tarty whore. The danger of her position was not lost on her but even that was a turn on, being forced to act like a prostitute proving to be quite the excitement for kinky Cheryl. She did not have to wait too long before a sports car drove along and came to a stop beside her. She shivered as she waited to see who lay within and nearly cried as the window wound down to reveal her unfaithful footballing ex-husband behind the steering wheel.

Ashley grinned cheerily as he leaned over to the open passenger side window and asked.

"You looking for business love?"

She nervously cleared her throat and leaned down to the open window.

"Yes?"

The door popped open and Cheryl slid in.

"Don't bother with the belt babe. We're heading straight to the party and you need to get me nice and hard before we get there."

To Cheryl's surprise Ashley's dick was out and sticking up from his crotch. He held her head and pulled Cheryl towards him.

"Your 'Mistress' said you were very obedient nowadays, wouldn't want to have to tell her differently would we?"

Cheryl shook her head, closed her eyes and accepted his black cock into her mouth and began to suck him. As he drove off he remarked.

"Man you wouldn't go down at all when we were married and here you are doing it for money. If I'd known you were such a whore I would have paid up the cash much earlier rather than getting involved with less frigid bitches!"

Cheryl continued to suck and lick his length as he drove through the night. Her mind never really concerned with what the party was he was headed to....

*

Cheryl sucked her ex off for the best part of ten minutes until he drove into back lot of a normal looking building. He parked beside a row of expensive vehicles and smiled, looked like he was just about last to arrive. Good he would make quite the entrance. He had been ashamed to come to these parties after Cheryl publicly dumped him well now he as going to make all that up and then some! He reached down and tugged the bitch off his cock, little noticing the give her hair seemed to give as he pulled it. Cheryl yelped and sat up quickly as Ashley addressed her.

"Lose the hooker threads babe these are the only things you'll need."

He handed her a leash to attached to her collar and a black gimp mask. Cheryl's heart fluttered at the thought of being blinded by the mask but did that also mean she might not be recognised where ever this was? She had always known Ashley was a kinky bugger but now a small part of her wished she had explored it with him. Her discovery of her submissive, masochistic side had been a revelation and she was losing inhibitions by the second. Even hearing him speak to her like a piece of meat was turning her on. Trying to look suitably chastened she took off her meagre clothes, except the heels and pulled the tight mask over her face and attached the clip on the leash to her collar. Ashley then pulled her out of the car, had her get on her hands and knees and walked her like a dog into the meeting place.

Inside were a selection of the wealthiest and kinkiest that English football had to offer. The males outnumbered the females almost 10 to 1. But there were a few famous women enter. Christine Bleakley was busy fucking Elen Rivas with a large strap on dildo, much to Frank Lampard's amusement. Louise Redknapp was merrily letting any young and upcoming footballer take their pick of her holes. Danielle Lloyd and Abbey Clancy were lying in a classic sixty nine position in the centre of the room licking the fuck out of each other. While Welsh Big Brother contestant Imogen Thomas was being ass fucked over a table by a masked man (whoever could that be?).

Into this riotous, debauched scene strolled a very casual Ashley Cole. All the guys knew that he was usually good for some extreme fun and seeing him leading a sexy, naked woman in a mask into the fun certainly got their attention. They crowded round to get a good look at the masked woman and more than few recognised the tattoos on her body (that 'Lily's Bitch' hadn't seen the light of day though) and figured out who it was. Word quickly spread through the room and soon enough Ashley had a crowd around him.

"Gentleman, tonight is BUKAKKE NIGHT!"

And with that he peeled the rubber mask off his ex wife's head and revealed Cheryl Cole to them all. There was a massive cheer and almost instantly a bevy of blokes had their dicks out and were jerking them off just inches from Cheryl's face.

Cheryl knew what a bukkake was, she had visited the American Club and the English one and seen one in action at both. In America it had been Avril Lavigne that had been on the receiving end, the cute Canadian taking over 100 loads on her face, all from black guys that had been advertised for. And Avril had seemed to love it, licking as much off herself as possible as she tried to prove what a cum bucket she could be. The one in the UK had been slightly different as it was Kylie Minogue who had taken the multiple cum loads but she had done it by way of an apology to her younger sister Dannii for some unknown indiscretion. The Aussie pop tart was obviously not so keen to be cum covered but she had taken it and it had proved to be suitable reparation at the time.

"You just kneel there and let everyone have their shot"

There was no shortage of willing participants and they were crowded around Cheryl three and four deep impatient for their shot as the front line quickly neared ejaculation. Cheryl recognised many of them, had even shared laughs and jokes with them but looking at them now all she saw was lust and disdain for her in their eyes. That they saw her as nothing more than a piece of meat to be used as a cum dump. It was liberating to Cheryl and she knelt there in a state of anticipation, eyes flicking from one masturbating cock to another. And as such she didn't see the first explosion of cum to the left hand side as it fired out then splattered on Cheryl's perfect cheek bones and in her shocked eyeball and eyelashes!

That first shot seemed to set the rest off and within a minute three more loads of white, sticky cum had been fired into Cheryl Cole's face and she was well on the way to being covered in cum.

From there on for the next twenty minutes it was blast after blast all over Cheryl's face until very soon she was totally unrecognisable under all that thick, heavy semen. Ashley watched as his beautiful ex wife was thoroughly humiliated and even found time to add to the mess by spitting on her face before he took a selection of pictures on his state of the art mobile phone and posted them to Lily. Minutes later he got a reply from Mistress Lily.

"Good Job! But make sure she's back in one piece tonight because I've just arranged a very special night for her at the Club tomorrow and a meeting with the nastiest Domme in Britain!"

As Ashley pondered who that could be sexy young pop star Frankie Sandford was led over to where Cheryl knelt coated in cum and told by her master to started cleaning her up. First the short haired brunette licked the cum from Cheryl's face then they started French kissing with the stuff much to the crowds approval. Then they started playing with each other as they kissed in the cum. Cheryl was really getting into the lifestyle, she thought, she could really get to like humiliation as a pastime.

* In the Club Lily Allen re-entered the room and immediately dropped obediently to her knees and spoke reverentially to the figure who stood over.

"It is done Mistress. Cheryl Cole has now accepted her role, she is my cum slut and humiliation slut and tomorrow night I will offer her to you as your pain slut."

TO BE CONTINUED



Cheryl In Chains Ch. 03



Something was wrong. Cheryl realised it even as she crawled along submissively behind her Mistress, Lily Allen into the Club. Lily was nervous and jumpy and not at all like the confident, dominant young woman that Cheryl had served now for a couple of months.

They cut quite the sight as they moved through the Club. Lily was clad in a form fitting red, leather cat suit with black high heeled ankle boots and her black hair tied in a severe ponytail on her head. Cheryl meanwhile (complete with blonde wig over her shaven skull) was nude, her sexy, slim body on full display for the patrons. She had a large metal collar around which the leash Lily held was attached and protruding from Cheryl 's backside was a dog's tail which was on the end of a dildo jammed into her tight asshole.

"Come on bitch, hurry it up, we do not want to be late!"

Snarled Lily all the while almost dragging her slave along, and wishing she could have allowed Cheryl Cole onto her legs to walk this part but knowing that someone somewhere would see it and report it if she did.

Finally they reached the locked room at the back of the Club, where you only got in my invitation. It had taken Lily Allen a long time to get invited into here and in fact, though she didn't like to admit to it, she was only here now because of who her slave was - The Black Queen wanted Cheryl Cole desperately apparently. At the large imposing wooden door Lily was frisked and checked by burly female guards before she was allowed to enter.

The chamber she entered was spacious and palatial. Twin rows of black pillars ran up either side of the room and at the head were a series of stone steps that led to a platform on which there were three thrones. The red throne on the left sat empty. The white throne on the right was occupied by Pippa Middleton while the large black one ion the centre was sat on by Kate Middleton - Princess of the People!

Then, without bidding, Lily Allen dropped onto her knees, lowered her eyes and bowed forward in honour of being granted this audience with Kate. She knew she had to wait for the order to stand but it was not forthcoming. Indeed, rather than movement from before her there was noise behind her and another entrant into the Royal Chamber. Lily risked a peek round and was surprised and disheartened to see her rival Mistress Jessie J strut into the room also clad in a red cat suit! Jessie was leading one of her new slaves, the bouncy beauty from Coronation Street, Michelle Keegan and mirroring Lily's action she stopped and dropped to her knees to pay respect to the 29 year old Duchess Of Cambridge.

"Welcome ladies to The Court. I believe you each have a suitable tribute for me? Ms Allen, you may stand and bring yours here."

Lily got to her feet and tugged at Cheryl's leash and marched up the large stone stairs with Cheryl crawling on behind her.

"Here she is Mistress. I present and give to you Cheryl Cole."

Kate gave a cool smile as Cheryl was left on the floor kneeling before her. It was her sister, Pippa that got up to inspect her though. The younger brunette walked slowly around Cheryl, staring at her sexy body, feeling it, testing it then she ran her hand through Cheryl's hair before suddenly jerking her hand up and ripping Cheryl's life like wig from her head to reveal her shaven skull. Kate nodded her approval.

"Very good, she will suffice, you may step down now Lily. Jessie bring your tribute to me now."

Through the same process Jessie J led Michelle Keegan up and presented he to the Royal sisters. Michelle's gorgeous hair did not come off but her large tits had big, steel rings pierced through them and her lower back had a tattoo that read "Kate's Kunt". 

Pippa inspected her too, pulling at the nipple rings and checking her tattoo. She gave a nod to her older sister. 

"Very good Jessie. You too may step down. Wait beside Lily. Pippa, get Liz through she can take these two sluts through to the play room I rather fancy we shall have some fun with them later."

Pippa picked up and rang a little gold bell on the arm of her white throne and Elizabeth Hurley appeared, complete in tiny, sexy French maid's outfit. She walked up the steps and received her instructions before taking Cheryl's leash in one hand and Michelle's in the other and then led them away through a side door off the Royal Chamber. The Duchess got to her feet and slowly descended the steps to stand before the two young singers both dressed in red. Jessie and Lily stood to attention each aware that they were in direct competition now.

"Ladies,you are aware that I have an opening here in The Court for a Red Queen. That insufferable little cunt Zara refused the role so I am opening the position up to an outsider. Both of you have brought me a suitable tribute and for that I thank you. Now you will have the opportunity to win the position for a probationary period, to see if you fit in or not. To decide which of you shall fill this position I am proposing a little competition. Do you both agree to this?"

Kate's voice was plumby, poised and measured but held a menace that was unmistakable. However, both Lily and Jessie readily agreed.

"Oh good. Maid!"

Her call and snap of her fingers were swiftly answered by Keira Knightly and Victoria Beckham appearing also dressed in sexy, black and white French maid outfits. They stood to attention and listened carefully as Kate addressed them.

"Help our guests out of their outfits and take them to the appropriate positions on either side. Make sure they are facing each other."

*

Liz Hurley walked the Duchess's two newest slaves into a room that had a large, red, heart shaped bed in the centre. She unclipped their leashes and pushed both onto the bed. They looked up at her obediently. 

"The Duchess will be in to see you properly later, until then the two of you get on the bed, in a sixty nine position and you lick and suck each other until someone tells you to stop. There are cameras and microphones throughout the room watching and taping you. You do not speak to each other at all. You do not make either of you cum. You just lay there and lick each other until told otherwise. Understand you common little cunts?"

Liz's voice held nothing but disdain for the two younger girls and she sneered as they pathetically nodded their agreement.

"Then get on with it!"

Liz turned on her heel and left them, eager to view the competition in the main room. Cheryl looked into the large, doe eyes of Michelle and watched as the busty young actress pushed herself further up the bed and parted her legs. Clearly she would start on her back. Looking at Michelle's neatly trimmed snatch Cheryl Cole licked her lips and crawled up the bed and turned, hovered over her lithe companion and then dropped her head down and began to tongue at the sweet lips as Michelle reciprocated the action at the other end.

*

Back in the main room both Lily and Jessie had been helped out of their red outfits. Kate and Pippa watched on as the celebrity maids took the clothes, stored them in a pile then led their charge to stand between two of the pillars on either side of the room and guided their limbs into shackles so that they were spread in a large X shaped between the pillars, their ankles and wrists spread wide. Once both dominant brunettes were secured the Royal sisters stood in the centre of the room and looked to both sides of the room at the two candidates.

"As I explained Ladies, you are in a competition to determine just who will sit upon the Red Throne as The Red Queen in my Court. You know the privileges and advantages that will bring so I will not explain further. The competition is thus. Myself and Pippa shall take our favourite riding crops and come round behind you, we shall take turns whipping you. The first candidate to make any noise, a whimper, a scream, anything. Shall be deemed the loser. Understand? The winner shall be deemed the Red Queen, at least for the probationary period. Do you understand?"

Both singers nodded their agreement but Kate wanted more and demanded that both spoke to agree to the terms of the competition and their full consent to be whipped. It was strange for both girls as they were dominants used to lashing and abusing their own slaves and subs not being on the other end of things. The maids, Victoria Beckham and Keira Knightly returned each carrying a horse crop and presented them to their Mistresses and as Kate and Pippa inspected them and weighed them in their hands Lily glared across at her rival. She remembered the shaving of Cheryl Cole just a few weeks ago. Lily had offered Cheryl Cole's famous locks to the highest bidder and that had been young Jessie. But the younger girls attitude had infuriated Lily from the beginning and at times they had argued and snarled at each other. How ironic they should end up as challengers for such a position so soon after. Lily gritted her teeth and steeled herself there was no way she would lose to this bitch. Pippa took her time and peered at Jessie's firm, pert ass cheeks before standing to one side and lashing her crop down and across them. Across the room Lily stared at her opponent and willed her to make a noise but the young woman kept admirably silent. Lily heard Kate move behind her and braced her body for impact. When it came it was a stinging pain across her ass and she managed to make no noise. She breathed out as the sharp pain infused her, she could see what subs saw in this. Pippa's next blow sounded and appeared to be even harder than the first but Jessie just smiled across at Lily as she took the strike. It was unnerving and for the first time doubt began to enter Lily Allen's mind. She had no time to consider it any deeper though as Kate's second blow landed and Lily jumped but managed to bite her lip and make no noise. Three more blows apiece were delivered and both young singers asses were now bright red and marked all over. The Royal Sisters were not holding anything back in the competition, as both wanted to win. Pippa's latest effort was delivered with a grunt of effort that demonstrated how much she had put into the blow but still Jessie J managed to make n noise, though by now the smile had long since left her cocky face. Kate was not going to lose to her younger sister and her next blow changed direction mid flight and dived between Lily's spread legs and connected with her soft thigh flesh. The unexpectedness of the blow shocked Lily and she gave an audible yelp. "Yay! Unlucky Sis, I win again. Let her down Pip and lets get going to get stuck into those common tarts they brought in!" The White Queen, Pippa Middleton, released Jessie J from her bondage and Keira Knightley return with her red outfit. Kate was busy rubbing Lily Allen's body and she held her gaze as she spoke. "Well done Jessie as per our agreement you are now The Red Queen of my Court. Myself and the White Queen will be gone for some time, until then enjoy yourself." Forgetting her disappointment for a moment Lily called out as Kate, Pippa and the maids made to leave the room. "Wait! What about me? Aren't you going to let me down?" Kate stopped and smirked. "With us gone The Red Queen is in charge here. Why don't you ask her?" And with that they were gone. Lily struggled against her chains then looked across and Jessie J and very suddenly wished that she had not been so dismissive and confrontational towards the younger singer earlier that month. Jessie smirked and picked up the riding crop that had been used on her and began to very deliberately slap it in the palm of her hand and hissed. "Sucks to be you bitch!" And stalked toward Lily...

*

Kate gave her sister a smirk as they left Jessie and Lily to it. Lily Allen had been altogether too cocky and smug, particularly after she took charge of Cheryl Cole and had, in the opinion of The Black Queen been needing to be taken down a few pegs. Jessie would perform that role admirably, she really was quite the fierce young woman. Long term Kate doubted she would fit in with the Court but as a blunt instrument to deal with Lily she was perfect. Liz Hurley gave the sisters a curtsey and opened the door for them to enter their sex room and allowed the two women to enter before filing in behind them along with Keira and Victoria. "What the bloody hell is going on here?!" Demanded Kate in an outraged voice as she gazed upon the sight of Cheryl Cole and Michelle Keegan engaged in a lusty, naked , sapphic sixty nine. The two nubile Northerners immediately broke off from pleasuring the other and started to stammer explanations which were swiftly ended by Kate ordering them silent. Their eyes moved to Elizabeth Hurley as if imploring her to tell The Black Queen what had happened but when the maid spoke it was to crush them. "I left them here with your explicit instructions to be kneeling and awaiting your arrival. I swear I don't know what has got into them my Queen, I can only think that they have not been well enough trained as submissives by their previous owners." Again Cheryl and Michelle risked trying to speak but in an instant Kate had ordered them silenced and Keira and Victoria leapt into action with black ball gags that they pushed into the new slaves mouths and cut off their words. "Clearly, you two bitches are in need of a reminder whose Court you are privileged to be in today. I am your new Mistress and I do not brook any disobeying of my commands. Get off the bed and get on your knees before me! Now!"

"You three! Take that one and get her out of my sight (Kate pointed her finger angrily at Michelle). As for you, you cheeky Geordie slut, well Pippa and myself will deal with your insubordination ourselves!"

Keira, Victoria and Liz had seen the Black Queen in this temper before and wasted no time in grabbing the young actress by her arms and hurrying her away, besides which the nubile, big breasted brunette had a body that would be fun to play with, toy and abuse. Just as they left Kate stopped them.,

"Don't mark the bitch, I want that soft flesh left for me understand?"

They nodded and exited leaving just Kate and Pippa towering over Cheryl Cole. Kate continued her verbal diatribe with ill-disguised glee.

Look at you. The great Cheryl Cole. One of the sexiest girls in the world - according to pathetic wank mags anyway! On her knees, pathetically pleading and shaved as bald as a coot. How apt. I've never really understood the British public's obsession with you slut. You are cheap, common, no class at all. All you have are your looks and believe me they are fading already, you will soon be yesterday's news - just another Northern piece of scum that got out of the slums for a few minutes of fame. Isn't that right?"

Cheryl knelt there and nodded. She agreed with the Black Queen.

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. Now we have established that you can begin your servitute to me. My feet need cleaning, use your tongue and clean them to my satisfaction."

Kate sat on the bed that Cheryl and Michelle had been romping on and crossed her legs so that her right foot hovered enticingly just before Cheryl's face. Kate bounced it a few times and then allowed Cheryl to begin to kiss and lick her toes. Foot worship was nothing new to Cheryl Cole so she determined to be as good as she could be. Her tongue moved smoothly over each, small Royal toe, licking them perfectly before sliding between them and poking down the to join of skin. She finished with Kate's big toe, taking it into her mouth and sucking on it like it was a cock she was giving head to.

Cheryl's tongue then curled under and lapped attentively at her Queen's soul, licking off any dirt and sweat that lingered there. Kate pushed her forward and before she knew it half her foot was buried in Cheryl Cole's mouth. She laughed at her sister.

"I rather think I'm doing a public service here, now the tuneless, little bitch won't be able to sing!"

Pippa burst into sycophantic laughter and added.

"Oh rather sis. Do hurry up I want to stick my stinky foot in her mouth too!"

Cheryl obediently continued to clean Kate's foot and then moved onto her other foot and then repeated the act with Pippa's two feet until they had all been licked clean. While Cheryl had been seeing to Pippa's feet Kate reached under the bed and took out two velvet lined boxes. She positioned them on the bed and with Cheryl's wide eyes watching opened them to reveal two large strap on dildo's. They were beautifully carved and completely resembled real cocks. One was white one was black.

Now all thoughts of feet were forgotten, attention was fully on which of Cheryl Cole's holes these two phallic appendages would be entering. She knelt attentively as the two sisters took their colour cocks and strapped them firmly into place.

"Bend forward and present that slutty, common pussy to me!" demanded Kate with authority.

Cheryl did as she was told and slid forward, presenting her bubble butt to the Royal bitch. Seconds later Cheryl was penetrated from behind by that black, plastic dick. Kate shoved herself all the way in and grabbed her slave's shoulders to ram herself right the way in. Once she was in Pippa dropped to her knees and leaned back and presented the white cock to Cheryl's waiting lips. She allowed it to slide inside and as quickly as that Cheryl Cole was taken from both ends in a spit roast position.

"Yes! That's it you common Northern slapper, that's exactly how the likes of you should be used."

The sneer in Kate's voice was unmistakable.

"Oh rather sis" agreed Pippa, "This trashy whore's mouth is just made for taking cock, look at this, I can get it all the way in!"

And she could. Pippa's strap on had a set of plastic balls at the base of it's plastic shaft and they were rubbing on Cheryl Cole's in as drool spilled from her lips and dripped onto the floor.

"Well I guess that explains how someone so untalented as this bitch can get so far. She must have sucked plenty of dick to get on all those awful TV shows and get those record deals."

"Oh rather, I certainly wasn't her talent or ability anyway, have you heard her singing, bloody awful noise!"

The two posh sisters discussed Cheryl almost as if she wasn't even there, carrying on their conversation while fucking her at both ends with their strap on cocks.

"I say sis, you don't fancy swapping ends do you? I've had just about enough of staring at her cheap, plastic face."

Kate was agreeable to that suggestion and with Cheryl just kneeling there the two Royal sisters swapped around and plunged their dicks back into Cheryl's holes. Which, of course, saw Cheryl take Kate Middleton's plastic cock straight from her own asshole into her compliant mouth. Cheryl's body gave a shiver of excitement at her high brow humiliation and quickly began to suck on the new cock in her mouth.

As Cheryl Cole was spit roasted on plastic cock the two Royal Sisters smiled at each other having taken yet another peasant into their harem of compliant, obedient sluts. They would no doubt tire of Cheryl before too long, some other target would take their fancy, some newer, younger, more exciting slut they would want to take on thus allowing Cheryl to progress to the role of Lady's Maid, joining Liz Hurley and the others but for now she was a perfectly adequate fuck slut and her body was serving her new Mistresses well.



Cheryl In Chains Ch. 04



It was a tight fit and Cheryl Cole's lips were fully stretched, but somehow she managed to accommodate both cocks in her mouth at one time. The Royal brothers chortled and high fived and Harry even reached down to pinch Cheryl's nostrils shut to increase the discomfort and humiliation for his sisters slutty slave.

In truth Cheryl was in heaven. It's not every day you give a double blow job to Price William and Prince Harry and such was her life now in complete subservience to her Mistress Kate. Harry plucked his throbbing dick from Cheryl's mouth just as cum came bursting forth from it and he directed it over the brunette's features, spraying it on her eyes, nose and into her hair. As he squeezed out the last of his seed, dribbling it to pool on Cheryl's right eye ball a door banged shut behind him. William ignored it, enjoying the freedom he now had to get his one cock right down into the slut's gullet but Harry turned to view the newcomer into the room.

Jessie J, the Red Queen of the court, stood in a figure hugging red PVC catsuit, swinging a dog collar from her hand and staring daggers at the Prince.

"What are you doing here? I have the bitch this evening, I've got a special engagement for her."

Harry smirked in his superior way.

"Yeah well, that's just tough isn't it? We decided we needed a bit of light relief and quite frankly who cares what you thi....aaaarhh!"

Price Harry broke off as Jessie's icy cold fingers and sharpened long fingernails swiftly wrapped themselves around his balls and gave them a sharp squeeze then twist. The ginger twit dropped to his knees and winced as Jessie marched past him with the barest hint of a smile on her face. But she knew she could not be so dismissive of his brother and as such just stood there as William finished himself off, firing a large dose of cum deep into Cheryl Cole's throat and then finished by slapping his slimy dick on her face and wiping the remnants into her hair. He stepped back without comment and allowed Jessie to fit the collar and leash around Cheryl's throat. With a flourish the raven haired singer tugged off Cheryl's elaborate wig and threw it at Harry as he struggled back to his feet.

"You won't need that tonight baldy" she hissed at the kneeling Miss Cole.

Then on her long heels Jessie marched away back toward the door haughtily as if she had soiled herself with these two Royal twits. Harry though was back on his feet and grasping Cheryl's wig (and keeping his distance from Jessie) he snarled at her.

"Just you fucking wait bitch! One day!"

Jessie turned sharply on her heel and glowered at him.

"One day what you pathetic prick?"

"One day soon you will wake up naked and face down on a bed, your hands and legs tied and spread and I'll be standing behind you with a fucking baseball bat slut, then we'll see how fucking tough you are!"

Jessie took a moment to compose herself then spat right in his face before storming of of the room. As she left The Duchess Kate entered and seeing her brother's distress she moved over to his side.

"Honestly Kate, I don't see how you allow a common whore like that in your court."

"Oh, she may be a bit of a ball breaker (a deliberate glance at Prince Harry's swollen plums), but she has her uses. Still perhaps you and my husband can convince me that I should do something about her."

She purred seductively as she reached out to both their spent dicks and began to fondle them slowly back to hardness.

"Who knows maybe if you two perform that sixty nine I'm always teasing you with then I might just let you have your wicked way with Jessie..."

* Tulisa Contostavlos's hand circle the large cock and she pumped it up and down a few times before grinning sexily and bobbing her head forward, opening her mouth and accepting the large member in. Her cheeks bulged as she gave head while her hand moved down to massage the man's heavy, hairy balls. There were no cameras on the singer this time but she still gave a hell of a performance, she was such a better cocksucker than that leaked video of her on the internet suggested.

On the other side of the Hotel's penthouse suite Dannii Minogue had Kelly Rowland's arms tied to the closed curtain rail. The dark American beauty was stark naked and in an X shape, her sleek body stretched perfectly in opposing directions. The older Australian was brandishing a horse crop and was merrily lacing Kelly's black skin with welt after welt. Kelly was a willing submissive and loved the sensation of pain rushing through her body while the insulting, demeaning and racist racist language Dannii used just turned her on even more.

"Yeah, you like that don't you nigger? You like being beaten like the nigger slave you are, don't you? I'll show you what happened to black whore like you that come over here and steal my job! I'll beat you like the slut you are. I hear your pal Beyonce is just as much a filthy, dirty subservient piece of meat, well after today you can fuck off back to America and compare your fucking bruises!"

The fact that Dannii had a bamboo cane, a belt, a flogger and a chain all lined up on the desk beside where she stood suggested Kelly was going to be in for a very long evening.

Across the room on an expensive red sofa another domination was in progress, though this was much more sexual in its nature rather than so physically brutal. Alesha Dixon sat / lay on the sofa, her nubile body completely naked, her impossibly long black legs spread wide open and between them the older blonde, Amanda Holden was lapping hungrily at Alesha's shaven pussy. Amanda's tongue was tiring, she had been putting it to good use on her younger Britain's Got Talent colleague for the best part of an hour now. Alesha's feet were first to benefit, her soles and her toes being bathed in Amanda's saliva, then Amanda had licked her way up Alesha's long, sexy legs and then onto her pussy. What Amanda didn't know was that she wasn't going to be finished there, Alesha would next demand that the older blonde lick her black asshole clean. And however, degrading that prospect may appear to haughty Amanda she would do it and she would do it while playing with her own pussy, she was another of the showbiz fraternity that got off on humiliation.

Into this scene of celebrity carnal indulgement strutted Jessie J. She was in her red catsuit, with matching red long gloves and black boots and she looked as harsh and severe as ever. She was trailed obediently by her three bitches. Her two regular, permanent bitches Pixie Lott and Lily Allen and her borrowed for the night bitch, Cheryl Cole. All three had shed their coats in the hotel lift and were now all stark naked (bar from the body art that adorned their bodies and the three silver collars they wore around their necks). They each crawled into the room as befitted their lowly status as nothing but submissive slaves to the Red Queen, Jessie J.

The others in the room also broke off their individual activities to acknowledge the entrance of Jessie, knowing that she held a position of considerable power and it would be stupid to upset her unnecessarily. Jessie smiled at the attention and waved her hand for the others to get back to what they were doing and led her three bitches to the large, plush bathroom. Cheryl, Lily and Pixie knelt in a semi circle before their Mistress and looked up at her expectantly as she addressed them.

"We need a toilet for the night. Who wants to please me by volunteering?"

All three were aware that they needed to volunteer so all three barked expectantly like the little bitches they were. Jessie had told them not to speak a word that evening and they were off to a good start.

"Good All three of you? But we only need one piss slut, don't we?"

She scanned the three faces as if she was choosing but she already knew who was to get this task.

"Lily. I always did think you were a potty mouthed little cunt, well tonight you can actually be a potty mouth. Get into the bath and lay on your back."

As Lily Allen meekly obeyed Jessie reflected on what a rebellious strong young woman Lily had been just a few weeks ago. She had lost the contest to Jessie to become the new Red Queen and had to serve as her slave and it was a role that she had been expertly broken in to. As was often the case a broken Domme will often become the most obedient of slaves. With Lily lying in the bath Jessie took two handcuffs and used one on each of Lily's wrist to cuff her wrists to the arm rests at either side of the bath. Then Jessie used a metal O spring and popped it into Lily's mouth and adjusted it to keep Lily's mouth nice and wide and meaning she would be unable to close it. Then with a thick black marker pen Jessie wrote the words "TOILET WHORE" on Lily's chest. Jessie then retrieved a piece of plastic from beside the bath and fitted it to the real toilet seat and clipped it in place, meaning that the toilet lid could now not be opened. Jessie smirked down at her former rival and wished her a good time and turned on her heel leading Pixie and Cheryl out of the bathroom. On their way out they were nearly bowled over by late arrival glamour model Jordan. The busty bimbo was out of breath and looking flustered. In her horrendous accent she squawked.

"Where's the loo?.I'm bursting for a shit!"

Jessie laughed and pointed to the room she had just left, it was going to be a fun evening, wasn't it?

*

The evening progressed with no let up in the debauchery. Having deposited Lily to her role for the night Jessie was content initially to take a seat in a large arm chair and have Pixie and Cheryl kneel at her feet and snog and make out for her amusement, while she observed what the other women were up to. They both knew that would not last long.

After Tulisa had sucked her cock dry (her third in less than an hour) and the man dismissed from the room she smiled sexily (with a mouthful of cum) towards Jessie and pointed at Pixie.

"Fancy a snowball fight with your bitch and me?"

Jessie nodded and took the leash off the petite blonde and indicated she should crawl over to where Tulisa knelt. Once there Tulisa wrapped her hands around Pixie and their lips came together and they started to French kiss vigorously with the thick load of cum being passed backwards and forwards from mouth to mouth. It was a sexy sight and Jessie and one or two of the others in the room could not help but feel themselves up as the two young bitches snogged enthusiastically (and stickily!). The snog ended with the cum back in Tulisa's mouth but rather than swallow it all down the dirty Greek bint reared back then swung forward to spit the whole sticky load onto Pixie's unsuspecting face. The blonde was taken aback but had no time to complain before Tulisa then crawled over and began to lick and suck it back from her pale face before this time swallowing the whole load.

*

Another late entrant to the party was Cher Lloyd. The younger singer who Cheryl Cole had mentored on The X Factor a couple of years ago had contacted Jessie J and arranged for this session with Cheryl, having very publicly fallen out recently. Young Cher had had to literally sell her soul to get this opportunity with Cheryl. Jessie was a cruel and sadistic bitch and the things she had made the young Cher do would make your eyes water. But she had done them and gained this chance for a session with Cheryl.

By now some of the others were resting. Dannii had just been for a piss and informed everyone that Lily was still dealing with Jordan's efforts from earlier but hopefully she had watered it down somewhat. Alesha Dixon was now lying on the sofa spooning with Amanda Holden, Alesha's hands were cupped around Amanda's tits and she was applying then loosening a pair of spring loaded crocodile clips on the older blondes tits, much to her pleasure and discomfort.

Cher was in her typical street urchin chic style outfit, short leggings and a strappy top, the furthest thing from a Dominatrix you could imagine. But she wore a stern and serious look upon her face and she was glaring at the bald slave at Jessie's feet. Jessie sneered and said.

"Take her, she's yours -- for just now. Have fun, do what you want, just make sure she's in one piece for me to return to the Duchess."

Cher stared at her former mentor. Of course the public image of Cheryl Cole was as one of the most beautiful and sexy women in the world. However, in private, in her world of submission that she had so recently entered that beauty no longer existed, it had been systematically eradicated under the influence of a series of harsh Mistresses who were jealous of the public's love for Cheryl. The Cheryl Cole that knelt in that hotel suite surrounded by these other females was shaved completely bald, her head shinny. Her slim body was daubed by various derogatory tattoos and was strategically pierced with various pieces of metal. Cheryl Cole was now nothing less than a completely submissive slut and she would willingly do whatever she was told by a Dominant woman. She had never considered young Cher to be dominant but as she knelt before the younger woman she gave a shiver of anticipation at submitting to someone who was little more than a lucky bitch who had got a break on a TV show.

"I want you to bark like a dog. Come on bitch, bark like the dog you are!"

There was real determination in Cher's voice, she surely wanted to humiliate her ex mentor. Her eyes bored into Cheryl's with fury and almost immediately the older woman buckled and gave a pathetic low bark. While the other women in the room exploded in laughter Cher held her fierce gaze and demanded.

"Again! And louder! We all know you're a fucking dog so bark like one!" 

"Woof! Woof!"

"Better bitch. Now I want you to clean my shoes with your scummy tongue. Get down there and get started!"

Cher was wearing high heeled shoes and seconds later Cheryl was grovelling at her feet and using her tongue to lap at the patent leather from toe to heel and the sucking the heel into her mouth like she was sucking a cock. After a while Cher tired of this and produced a large, clear plastic bag and handed it to Cheryl.

"Put it over your head."

A slightly uncomfortable silence descended on the packed room as Cheryl took the bag and pulled it over her bald head. The others would never have guessed Cher could be quite so extreme. They didn't know the half of it!

Next she deliberately removed her thin belt from her trousers and handed it to Cheryl, already looped.

"You will put that over the bag, just above your collar. What I want to see is you pull that belt tight, asphyxiating yourself while with your other hand you play with yourself. I will allow you only three breaks of ten seconds with the belt loose before you must have cum."

Cheryl looked up at her younger challenger and rather than resist or complain the totally obedient bitch just nodded and began to adjust the belt. 

Suddenly all the other girls stopped whatever they were doing (most were watching a very specialist DVD of perennial subby favourite Louise Redknapp filmed in her own stables) and keenly observed what Cheryl Cole would do. Without pause Cheryl dropped her left hand to her shaven and pierced crotch and began to play with herself while simultaneously her right hand tightened the belt and with it created an airtight seal of clear plastic around her head. Almost immediately the bag steamed up a little, Cheryl tried to conserve her breath as long as possible but it still came from her cute little nostrils. Her eyes were wide and strained but they met and held those of Cher Lloyd, as if to show how obedient she was, how masochistic she was and the extreme lengths she was prepared to go to to prove it. Her finger flitted quickly over her swollen sex and her body began to react to her ministrations.

She was not the only one to be playing with herself in that tense room. Tulisa had virtually her hand buried in her cunt and was biting her bottom lip as she pumped herself towards orgasm. Alesha had left the vicious clips clamped to Amanda's tits and her hands were now rubbing furiously at both her own clit and that of the older blondes. Dannii Minogue had broken off whipping Kelly Rowland with her belt to rub the leather and metal buckle between her legs. Jordan reclined on a sofa with Pixie Lott's head between her legs and played with her tits as she watched Cheryl's display. Even Jessie J could not resist running a cane up and down her legs and stroking it against her PVC covered crotch.

Finally at her limit Cheryl released the belt. Her face had gone a purple colour and she gasped anxiously at the air she had allowed entry. Cher stood over her and barked.

"That's one bitch, two to go!"

The second one was predictably less time than the first. Cheryl tried to hand on as long as she could force herself but eventually half passed out and still furiously playing with her pussy she had to release the end of the belt. Her desperate effort cut no ice with the ice cold Cher.

"That's two. You do not release that belt bitch until you have cum, understand?"

As Cheryl gulped in the fresh air to her pressured lungs she nodded dumbly and knew she would give everything to do as she had been bidden. With one last, deep gulp of air Cheryl tugged on the belt and closed the end of the bag tightly. She held her arm up with the belt gripped in it. Her other hand worked furiously between her legs. The room was literally silent in nervous anticipation. Cheryl's fingers pressed harder and harder and finally, with her face a horrible puce colour, the dam broke and she came in a gushing, squirting orgasm on her hand and on the carpet. She slumped forward, her hand loose and the belt and bag were finally removed. Cher Lloyd was still, it seemed unimpressed.

"It seems like your little show has made some of the others excited, go and make them cum over your ugly face!"

There then followed a fifteen minute spell where girl after girl came all over Cheryl Cole's face. By then end she was dripping in warm, female sex juices and that was all she could smell or taste. Jessie J did not participate though she firstly went to the bathroom of the suite to empty her bladder into her toilet whore and then went the the bedside cabinet and busied herself with and item that she did not let the others see just then. When Cheryl had satisfied the other women Cher asked Jessie if she was ready, to which the reply was affirmative. As such Cher commanded Cheryl to crawl over to the bed in the suite and to kneel on all fours atop it. Only then did Jessie reveal what the object was -- it was a branding iron! 

It was a specially developed branding iron, heated by battery so not as searing as the ones used on cattle but still it would mark for life. On the end was the word WHORE in reverse and Jessie smiled at Cheryl as she passed Cher the iron.

"Ready for this whore? Now everyone will know what you are? Cher wanted to place the brand on your forehead but unfortunately The Duchess wouldn't allow it. Shame, eh? Now I want to hear you beg Cher to brand you as a whore for life!"

Surely this would be the point for Cheryl Cole to stop this? Surely she could not allow this to happen? Most of the females in the room, whether Domme or sub, could hardly believe this famous celebrity would allow this to happen. They were wrong though. Cheryl squirmed on the bed, aware she was exposed to them all as the dirty, submissive slut she was. Her voice while timid and weak was more than convincing.

"Please Mistress Cher apply the mark to me. Brand me as the whore I am."

Cher Lloyd did not need asking twice and she accepted the branding iron with glee from Jessie J and eagerly plunged it onto Cheryl Cole's creamy white ass cheek. There was a sizzle and a spit. Cheryl bit her lip and strained not to make too much noise as the exquisite pleasure of pain coursed from her butt through her body. Cher held the brand in place for fully ten seconds then withdrew it and gazed with wide eyed pleasure at the scarred word that now read across Cheryl Cole's backside, marking her forever as a whore.




Cheryl In Chains Ch. 04



The others in the room applauded but sensed this entertainment was at an end and as such were keen to get back to their own individual exploits before everything broke up for the night. By the time Cheryl was ready to re join at Jessie's feet there was a queue to use the toilet and she thought absently of the disgusting treatment her former Mistress Lily Allen would be undergoing that night too.

*

With Pixie, Lily and Cheryl each deposited to their own personal cell in Kate's Castle Jessie sought out the Royal to inform her that her slaves were safely returned.

By the time Jessie made it to her room it was after midnight and she was exhausted, it had been a long day.Her exhaustion disappeared however, when upon turning on her room light she found her two fellow Queens in her large bed. Sisters Kate and Pippa Middleton were snuggled up and grinning up at the raven haired Domme.

"We've been waiting for you Jessie."

"Yes, we want to experience all those things you do with the others, for one night we want to submit to you."

"Oh yes, but this must never go beyond these walls Jessie, our dual submission is for you and this night only, what do you say?"

Jessie could hardly believe her ears. This was it. If she could dominate these two Royal bitches then she would be in perfect position to take over the entire Court and rule the British D Club. Before that though her twisted mind raced with visions of what she could do with Kate and Pippa that night. She would have the two sisters in a sixty nine and make them eat each other out while she lashed them with her belt. She would make both bitches bow before her and kiss her feet and her ass. Kate especially would be put to work eating Jessie's arsehole out. Jessie also had a hankering for making them fight each other, properly, to see who was the toughest. Oh there were so many things she would do..

With her mind tumbling with possibilities Jessie J stepped into her room and closed the door. The next thing a rag was placed on her nose and mouth from behind and with a strong smell of ammonia Jessie tried to prise the rag off but before she could her eyes rolled up and she collapsed to the floor.

*

Jessie woke when a jug of cold water was poured over her head. Immediately she struggled but found to her horror that her arms and legs had been tied with white rope to each corner of her bed. The knots were tight and secure and the more she struggled the tighter they got. Her mind swam for a moment and then she remembered her last thoughts before passing out. What was going on? Where was Kate and Pippa?

"Hello bitch, about time you were awake."

The voice was smug and smarmy and Jessie knew straight away it was Prince Harry. Desperately she turned her head to try to see him, then wished she hadn't because not only was the ginger Prince sporting a rock hard erection but in his hand he held a baseball bat that appeared to have been coated in sandpaper.

"Bad news, Kate has kicked you out of the Court, as such you're mine now..."



Cheryl In Chains Ch. 05



It was quite the luridly erotic scene. Twisted and sick and yet Kate Middleton, Duchess of Cambridge was still extremely aroused and lay on the chaise lounge playing with herself furiously while watching the action on the bed across from her in one of the Palace's larger bedrooms.

Naomi Watts, star of the titular biopic, 'Diana' was on all fours on the bed and naked as the day she was born. She was made up and had her hair as per said film and with the real Princess Diana's tiara, necklace and ear rings looked the spitting image of "The People's Princess" too. That similarity to "The Queen Of Hearts" continued with the fact that the fucking whore had a cock in her mouth whilst another pounded her arsehole from behind in a royal spit roast. The two males in this sandwich are Kate's husband Prince William and his younger brother Prince Harry, and both young Prince's seem pretty happy about double fucking their 'mother'.

As Kate gets more and more excited she wished she was a part of this but Naomi had only wanted cock whilst William had decreed it would be weird seeing his wife being eaten out by his 'mother'. Yeah, because that would be weird!

Frustrated at not being a part of the action Kate, first wished her sister Pippa was there but she had been spending longer and longer away from the court recently, clearly she had some big secret, some illicit lover she had to hide but it meant less time for Kate to play with her so as was becoming the norm these days it was to the dungeon's the Duchess turned and her star slave, Cheryl Cole.

She frigged herself as she wandered through the halls and down the stone steps to the hidden dungeon Cheryl now called home. Cheryl was on her knees on the cold, stone floor. She had no option really, what with the thick silver collar around her neck connected to a relatively short steel chain that linked into a metal ring in the floor, that meant the skinny, naked brunette could not straighten up nor rise above a kneel. She submissively dropped her head when Kate entered and moved over to release her neck from the collar. Kate was equally naked as she stood over Cheryl and spread her thighs and commanded.

"Get me off and be quick about it slave!"

Cheryl did not need to be asked twice to lick out a beautiful woman. She shuffled forward painfully on her scraped knees to put her head right between Kate's thighs and placing her nose right in the thin landing strip of dark, pubic hair she extended her tongue and tasted the Duchess's soaking wet cunt and within seconds she was lost in a frenzy of tonging that had Kate gripping the bars of the dungeon to keep from falling down. She controlled herself with difficulty knowing that she wanted to make this last as long as she could. She grabbed a handful of Cheryl's famous glossy locks and pulled her face even harder into her crotch.

"That's it you cheap Geordie slut, lick me out like your life depends upon it!"

Cheryl increased the ferocity of her tongue and strived to make her rich and powerful Mistress climax but just as it seemed she was about to succeed Kate took Cheryl's head and wrenched it away from her.

"Too easy slut, let's make it a bit harder I'll stand over here (she stepped out of the dungeon and stood on the other side of the bars).Now you can finish me off."

Cheryl's head struggled to get through the bars, her ears sticking her head in place so it was particularly awkward for the singer to reach Kate's creaming muff but somehow her tongue made it and for the next five minutes in that acutely uncomfortable position Cheryl Cole licked like all hell and eventually succeeded, her head stuck in place between the bars as Kate Middleton's cunt exploded and gushed her juices all over Cheryl's face. Finally, Kate sighed and locked the door and left Cheryl with her head wedged between the bars trying to use the juices as lubrication to free it.

*

Elsewhere...

Kylie Minogue was clad from head to toe in a red PVC catsuit and looked suitably stunning as she strutted behind her two slaves for the night., both female and naked except for the plastic gimp masks that covered their heads. They were on their knees in the submissive position with their wrists tied behind their backs with white ropes.

"On your feet you worthless bitches!"

Demanded the diminutive Aussie and both women struggled to their feet, only just keeping their balance. Kylie stood behind the one on the right, the taller one and gave her a shove forward. The slave didn't know there was a bed in front of her until she fell onto it.

"Stay there, I'll deal with you in a minute."

At that she positioned herself behind the other slave and ran her hands all over her delectable arse, fondling her before slipping her fingers between the peachy cheeks and pressing them into the soft wetness of her pussy. A feminine sigh came from inside the all encompassing mask as Kylie's little fingers expertly played over the pussy's sensitive areas.

"You like that you dirty bitch?"

"The woman in the mask nodded, eagerly.

"Well see if you like this."

And with that Kylie came around the woman, squatted down and formed her hand into a fist and slowly pushed it up and into the folds of the soaking wet pussy and began to fist her, fist slowly but with each thrust of her arm getting slightly faster and harder until the woman gave a grunt and lifted slightly with each thrust too. Just as it appeared the woman might come Kylie removed her arm and stood up. A whimper of frustration came from below the mask, which was followed by a different kind of whimper as Kylie picked up a nipple clamp with a hanging weight and snapped it onto the woman's right nipple then followed it up with a n exact replica on her left one. Then Kylie moved over to a table that held a rather large, red plastic strap on dildo. Kylie ran her wet fingers over it and lifted it to her own mouth to lick the trace of the woman's juices from it before moving to strap it around her own crotch when her mobile phone went off. She answered, listened for a moment than said.

"Wait a moment, have something to clear up here first then you can have my undivided attention..."

Kylie Minogue put the phone on hold, and moved over to the standing masked woman she had just fisted to the point of climax and unzipped and pulled off her mask to reveal her own little sister Dannii Minogue.

The raven haired beauty looked submissively questioning at her big sister.

"Yes, Mistress Kylie?"

"Can't do you now got a very important call to take and it might be a while. Tell you what slut, you strap this on (handing her the red strap on) and entertain our other guest (pointing at the second masked woman lying on the bed before them). When I'm done I'll give the pair of you the fucking whipping you both deserve!"

So as Kylie left the room chatting animatedly on the phone, Dannii stepped into the harness of the red strap on and decided she'd leave the weighted nipple clamps on her tits whilst she fucked this bitch in the arse.

*

A week later and Kylie Minogue was at the Royal Court and sitting at a long, wide wooden table across from the White and New Black Queen of the Court, Kate and Pippa Middleton enjoying a particularly luxurious lunch. Of course the surroundings were opulent and the food and drink were of the very finest vintage and quality but the real luxury was happening beneath the large table. Beneath Kate Middleton knelt her slave Cheryl Cole, who was busying herself by sucking and licking every toe on the Duchess's feet, licking in between them and basically worshipping those feet. Beneath Kylie Minogue knelt her sister Dannii who , because Kylie had rolled up her red PVC skirt to her waist had easy access to Kylie's shaven pussy and was giving the best head imaginable. While Pippa sat entirely on the face of Holly Willoughby. Which proved particularly uncomfortable and awkward for th big breasted blonde TV presenter and particularly enjoyable for the Duchess's sister. She could even reach down and twist Holly's nipples when she felt like it as Kate and Kylie discussed their business at length.

"So the position of Red Queen is now open is it?"

Asked a cocky Kylie as her sister licked her out whilst she sat in her red and black PVC top sipping red wine.

"Indeed it is. The previous holder is , er, otherwise engaged at the moment."

Kate and her sister shared a look and a smile as the imagined the fate of Jessie J. Jessie had filled the role so perfectly as a fierce, harsh Dominatrix ruler but had crossed Prince Harry once too often and had now fallen into the world of submission and servitude. Ah the joys of a broken Mistress, now Jessie was employed down at the stables a cum bucket for the Polo team and anything else down there that required to cum.

"I, ah, had heard as much. She always did act so tough but I guess she's learned her place now. Perhaps I might ride her sometime?"

"Of course Kylie, once you're installed as Red Queen you may do as you wish with any of our sluts, including your predecessor. Now as I told you on the telephone you need to provide certain service to me before you may join our Family and then I believe you have an idea on how to brighten up our trip up North next week. Shall we?"

Kate pushed her chair back and after shoving as much of her right foot into Cheryl's mouth as she could, withdrew it and walked regally across the room to take up her position in the large ornamental throne that dominated one side of the room.

Kylie was none too happy at this but knew it had to be done to get where she wanted to go. So she pulled Dannii out from under the table by her short hair and shoved her to one side before handing her a nice ripe banana and instructing her to play with that. So while Dannii slipped the banana up into her sopping wet cunt Kylie moved towards Kate and when she reached her dropped onto her knees before her. Kate smiled and began to pull on a pair of long, expensive looking silk gloves that went all the way up her arms. They were not normal evening gown gloves though as the palms of them were coated in a strong, sandpaper like surface and as Kate patted her knee and indicated for Kylie to pop up and bend over her knee Kate quickly began to rub them across the smooth surface of Kylie Minogue's bum cheeks, reddening them immediately.

And then she began to spank the antipodean midget Goddess. Blow after blow to her perfect bottom and though Kylie started off biting her lip to prevent her making a noise and appearing weak after the first twenty she could not help herself and gave off a sexy squeak with each blow. Every single other woman in the room got wet at the noise and in truth even Kylie was turned on by her apparent submission on the throne.

*

Four ladies entered a pub that they would not normally be seen dead in a week later in deepest, darkest Newcastle. Kate, Pippa, Kylie and Cheryl all wore sunglasses and were dressed down to hide themselves from being recognised but even so they stuck out like sore thumbs as they took a table and Pippa went to the bar and got a round of drinks and spoke at length to the guy behind the bar. Fortunately there were not too many other patrons of the bar at that time of the day but those that were turned to stare at the four beautiful ladies that had entered.

Once Pippa had returned with the tray of drinks Kylie held court at the table.

"Right once we've drunk these we'll make our way out back. Pippa's squared things with the owner, the Gents toilets has an out of order sign across it and is waiting for us in just the condition I demanded it to be in. We'll have a little fun first then we'll have a look at the most famous toilet cubicle in Newcastle!"

So they downed their drinks and made their way to the back of the pub and through an old wooden door with a battered 'OUT OF ORDER' sign with Pippa taking care to lock it behind them. They were in a horrible place, it stank of stale piss and the walls were peeling and discoloured and were daubed with the crudest graffiti imaginable. The stone floor had puddles of piss on them and to the right wall were three urinals that were once white but now were somewhere between brown and yellow.

Kylie prodded Kate and said harshly.

"Right get that bitch ready, she's been dressed entirely too long today. Get her naked and get her on her knees!"

Without waiting for Kate to repeat the demands Cheryl Cole obediently pulled off her dress to reveal her stunning, slim, nude figure beneath and then submissively settled onto her knees right in one of the puddles of piss. Pippa removed a collar and leash from her handbag and handed them to Kate and she went to slip them around the neck of her prized slave. It took her a couple of tries but eventually she had it locked in place. As she did this Kylie was over peering into the urinals and curling her nose up at their contents and she smiled wickedly as she turned to stare at Cheryl.

"Now this would make a good picture for your calendar Cheryl. Get her over here Kate and let's have a laugh."

Kate tugged at Cheryl's leash and walked her like a dog over to the first in the line of urinals. It was hideous but at least it wasn't blocked. The blue toilet block that sat on top of the drain was strewn with pubic hairs and was the main feature of this first urinal.

"Lick the bowl clean bitch then pop that in your mouth and have a good suck on it."

And Cheryl Cole did just that, she paused only slightly as she edged her head over the lip in the urinal and dipped her face down and began to lick the rims of it. The other three watched on and laughed or offered crude comment as Cheryl licked out the piss stained urinal and then picked the urinal cake in her mouth and sucked on it, even lifted her head up and opening her mouth to show the other three what she was doing.

"She's enjoying this too much Kate. Move her on to the next one" demanded a clearly annoyed Pippa.

Kate was slow to react but eventually tugged on Cheryl's collar and dragged her over to the next one. This one was a mess, and a little blocked so that a small pool of foul looking (and smelling) urine sat in the bottom of it. Someone had also cleared their throat into it with several globs of phlegm streaking down the facia of the porcelain. Additionally there were couple of cigarette stubs floating in the piss too, something Cheryl just had time to notice before her face was pushed into the piss and held there. It was Kylie who put her hand on the back of Cheryl's head and held her in the piss, Kate looked on but did nothing to stop her. Kylie eventually released her pressure and Cheryl's face emerged shiny and dripping and faintly smiling.

The third urinal was flooded with piss, it was lapping at the edges and nearly spilling over. Kylie and Pippa peered at it comically and held their noses and nearly gagged. Before Kylie instructed Kate to get Cheryl over there. Kate just automatically dragged Cheryl over to it once she had done licking the second one clean.

"Right leave her there drinking up, she'll take a while and I'll show you this very special cubicle."

Pippa and Kate followed Kylie to the end of the line of dilapidated cubicles and watched as she pushed open the end one. Inside the toilet bowl had been ripped out and five heavy, steel chains were driven solidly into the wall.

"The slut is placed on her knees here and has these manacles attached to her ankles and wrists and this one (Kylie held up one with a thick metal collar) goes around her neck. Then she is left here for 24 hours and is used by whoever comes in here in whatever way they see fit. Blow jobs, arse cleaning, toilet use, you name it. Word is spread quickly in the community that the cubicle is occupied and you'd be amazed at the queues the Landlord has seen."

Pippa stooped to examine the chains.

"So how do these work?"

"Well why doesn't your older sister take off her dress, we wouldn't want it getting piss soaked on the floor would we and I can demonstrate how it all fits together. Go on Kate, I can see you're intrigued by it!"

The truth was that Kate was captivated by it. She had been staring at the chains and the cubicle and wondering just what it would feel like to be ensconced in here with no hope of escape. In a way she had been slightly envious towards Cheryl for being in this position. But she did not want to do it just because Kylie told her, she was getting just a little too full of her own importance as it was.

"Are you scared Sis? Come on, show us."

There was a mockery in her little sister's voice that irritated Kate and challenged her. She suddenly felt as if she had to do it just to shut the pair of them up. So in a mood Kate pulled her dress off got on her knees facing them. She stared defiantly at Kylie as Pippa bent over and snapped the chain ends onto Kate's ankles and wrists and then finally snapped the collar into place. Pippa stepped back smirking and Kylie stepped forward to ruffle Kate's perfect dark hair.

"Oh Kate, you've just shown me what I already knew. No true Domme would allow herself into this position no matter the circumstances. You couldn't wait to surrender yourself to me, could you? Don't bother denying it. You're a sub, from what Pippa tells me you have been from the start. I mean you do what your husband tells you, what more evidence do we need? You're a good little wife and mother, just another fucking submissive bitch!"

This last word was literally spat out as Kylie spat on Kate Middleton's face and grinned as her spittle landed in her long eyelashes.

"What are you on about. Pippa get me out of this!"

But even Kate's objections lacked conviction as did her weak efforts to struggle against the chains she had so easily allowed to be placed on her. Deep in her heart she knew what Kylie had just said was true but hated that she had allowed that smug Australian cunt to be the one to expose her so and that her sister seemed to have betrayed her.

"So Katie, my dear the word is out that there is a submissive slut in the Cunt's Cubicle as this is known, and I'm sure it'll be only minutes before the regulars are here to try out your mouth. And as we'll not be back for you until this time tomorrow I'm sure half the city will have had their fun with you. And after that , you know what? If you still think you're not a sub then fair play but I think we all know that you might pretend otherwise but the reality is you will love being so helpless and in 24 hours when we come back for you, you'll be ready to be my permanent bitch! Come on Pippa let's go and collect the other pathetic slut and deal with her too."

But as they turned Kylie stopped and raked in her handbag to come out with a thick, black, marker pen. Grinning her shit eating smile she stooped and etched the words "CUM WHORE" on Kate Middleton's forehead.

"Just so there's no doubt about what she is, eh?"

And then they left, stopping to collect Cheryl and mere minutes later Kate heard the door to the bathroom slamming shut, leaving her kneeling on the hard, cold, stained floor and contemplating her fate. Kylie was right. She wasn't cut out for life as a Dominant. She was too eager to please and serve others. And as gruesome as this place was and what was likely to happen in the next day or so there was a warm burning in her crotch of arousal at her situation. She was going to be used and abused by the scum of the earth and she was powerless to prevent it. Kneeling there and staring round at her horrible confines, the crude daubing's on the walls, the stale aroma of piss and shit and the poverty of it all Kate realised that this might be just what she wanted. 

Whether she thought that thirty minutes later when her first customer entered the cubicle - Nigel, an overweight truck driver with a string of sexual related convictions - was not so obvious.




Cheryl In Chains Ch. 05



*

Whilst her Mistress was on the floor of a filthy pub toilet sucking cocks, sucking balls, drinking cum, being used as a toilet and generally being treated like little more than a cum receptacle Cheryl was sleeping in the back of the ladies limousine.

*

She awoke to the feeling of being rocked back and forth rapidly. She had felt that feeling enough to know she was being fucked hard, doggy style. Her eyes slowly opened, she allowed herself to be fucked (after all what was she now but a mere fuck toy to whatever Mistress owned her) as she took in her surroundings. She was bent over a single bed with a pink duvet, just like she used to have. Across from her was a large poster of a boyband, just like she had. And then it dawned on her she was back in her bedroom of her childhood home.

A grunt from behind her brought Cheryl out of her reminiscing. Whoever was fucking her was getting faster, and rougher with his thrusts. And it was a he because by now after all her practise she knew when it was a female wearing a strap on that fucked her (in fact she now preferred that to real cock). She made her first real attempt to see who her lover was, trying to turn her head around but a rough hand grabbed her hair and forced her to keep looking forward. Alright, she thought, can handle that love being dominated anyway. A calloused hand slapped her perfect arse as the fucking increased, as heavy balls slapped noisily against her thighs.

Cheryl was getting off on this too, she could feel her arousal increasing with every stroke. This was a good fucking by a big hard cock that was penetrating her urgently. Rough fingers reached around her face and fish hooked her mouth, mauled at her pretty features. She loved this, loved being nothing more than a fuck hole. She was getting noisy now, gasping and squealing with each thrust, getting more and more turned on.

And then footsteps sounded behind them. The click of heels as they strutted around the figures rutting on the single bed of Cheryl's old bedroom. Despite losing herself in the passion of being fucked Cheryl had enough wits about her to look up and see that Nadine Colye, her former bandmate and now mortal enemy standing over her and recording her on a very expensive looking phone.

Cheryl was surprised and disturbed to see Nadine there, particularly after all the bitchy things they had said and done to each other in the press, but was too far lost in the moment and was about to climax to do much of anything about it. I mean sure Nadine would be in possession of a sex tape but which celebrity slut wasn't featured fucking on camera now, Cheryl didn't mind that so much. And then she didn't care as she felt the cock explode inside her pussy, and a warm rush of sticky cum flood her vagina. That was enough to set Cheryl off and she thrashed about and shrieked as she had a raging climax too. All the time Nadine filmed the action.

Cheryl flopped forward on her bed exhausted and it was a few moments before she could lift her head and turn to gaze at the man who had just fucked her, her jailbird brother Andrew! He shuffled forward on his knees and pressed his shrinking dick to Cheryl's mouth and he commanded.

"Clean it off sis."

And she did, she was conditioned to obeying despite the stupidity of her actions, especially as Nadine laughed as she recorded this further humiliation for her rival. Andrew squeezed out the last drops of cum into his sister's mouth and left the two women alone in the bedroom. Cheryl looked up at Nadine with wide, defeated eyes.

"I guess you now realise Cheryl that you are officially my BITCH! I now own you body and soul. I paid Kylie Minogue a pretty sum for you and now, whether you want to or not you are my slave , from what I hear of you though it won't take long to convince you that serving me isn't so bad."

Cheryl stared up at apparently her new Mistress and felt the slightest of tingling's between her legs again. Nadine might be a hateful bitch but wasn't that the best kind of submission?

*

EPILOGUE ONE

Kylie led Pippa Middleton back into the toilets where they had left Pippa's big sister the day before. Pippa did not walk in though. Rather she crawled in on all fours a thick leather dog collar around her slim neck and a metal chain attached to it and Kylie's hand. Pippa had sold Kate out to be Kylie's slave, the deal done in a series of sessions with the Minogue sisters.

If anything the toilets were in an even worse state than 24 hours earlier. Kylie peered over at the urinals and winced at how much piss was pooled in all three now. Still, she thought, she had two slaves to drink it up if she so felt and right then she did feel like seeing the MIddleton sisters reduced to nothing less than piss drinking freaks. First things first though.

Kylie strutted to the back of the cubicle block, dragging Pippa with her and stopped dead when she reached the end and stared into the contents of the cubicle. The figure that knelt there was unrecognisable as a human never mind one of the most famous women on the planet. Kate's hair was now a sort of grey / white colour there was so much cum and spit in it, her face was absolutely coated in cum, her eyes were gummed together, her nose blew out streams of cum with each breath and it was hard to make out where her mouth was because of the sheer volume of spunk plastered to it. Her torso was in much the same condition as was what was visible of her legs. Sensing someone was before her Kate automatically peeled her mouth open and seemed to try to stretch forwards.

Kylie smiled, Kate had clearly embraced her inner cum hound.

"Slave! Clean off your sister with your tongue, then once you've done that its piss cocktails for the pair of you!"

EPILOGUE TWO

Cheryl Cole knelt on the stone floor of a dark, cold cellar underneath the mansion in Beverley Hills that Nadine Coyle called home. This was Cheryl's first night in her new abode. She had all the mod con's - a steel bucket for when she needed to relieve herself, a feeding bowl (complete with nametag "BITCH") and the chain that was around her neck allowed her almost three metres worth of movement , yes she really was a lucky slave girl.

All this and the fact her new Mistress was a crazy Irish cunt with an axe to grind with her and was in possession of a recording of Cheryl being fucked by her brother and loving it meant that the near future at least was going to be very interesting for the UK's least talented singer.

THE END.