East Coast Slavers Organization

East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure

Chapter 31 – Facelifts (or Identical Little Delicacies)

Anna Sawyer woke up naked and stashed in a small wire cage. "Fuck!" she thought, "a dog cage. I'm in a stinking dog cage." Before she made a sound, her hands attempted to touch her collar. She sagged in despair; not only were her hands cuffed to the shiny steel bars inches from her head, the training collar was still in place. Anna realized that her feet were also chained to the far end of the wire dog cage. The last thing she remembered was being in the SUV as a prisoner. "How come I can't remember what happened at the end of that ride?" she asked herself. "Where is Becky?" she wailed. The two had been inseparable from birth. The thought of losing her sister was almost too much to bear. Anna looked at the Spartan room containing her cage. Bare cinderblock walls, cold tile floors, a handless steel door, and a single dingy light bulb hanging from the ceiling were the only features of her room. It was cold and only her ass was able to touch the thin carpet atop the galvanized tray designed to catch dog shit and urine. Resigned, she leaned back as best she could to try and make herself comfortable.

Becky Sawyer woke up disoriented and dizzy. She didn't recognize the fact she was in a cage at first. The initial images in her awakening fuzzy brain were about why her head felt so bad, where her favorite comforter was, and why her body ached everywhere as if she had been run over by a truck? She tried to stretch before rolling over to get up; her feet thumped against unyielding cold bars at the end of her cage and her brain jumpstarted itself. Becky was horrified and completely overwhelmed by her situation. "I'm naked," she cried to herself. She started to yell for help and then her brain remembered something. "Oh my God! Was I really raped and kidnapped? Is there an evil collar around my throat that punishes me if I speak?" To answer one of her questions, she reached up one questing hand and trembled with what she found. She was collared, and she knew with absolute conviction that it would shock her into quivering jelly if she spoke aloud. Her hands started to search her body for any other items; she remembered something about a bondage belt, a hood, cuffs, and gags. "Nothing else," she thought, "Thank God for that at least." Becky's pussy and butt were still sore from her ordeal at the hands of both Joseph Loftus and her kidnapper, each energetically butt-fucked her on the same day. The same searching hand slipped down to see how her aching pussy felt. Her head arched up in surprise; "Something is wrong with my pubic hair, most of it is missing." Then her fingers encountered a small loop of metal through her clit and she forgot about her pubic hair. Her sexual nerves screamed when she touched it during her exploration. Becky's chin plunked painfully down on the thin mat she was laying on as each of her two hands flew toward a breast. "Rings, … someone has ringed by clit and my nipples. How dare they, …" she started with some indignation. Nobody in sight to answer her questions or to direct her wrath, she settled down on her mat and her body shook with silent sobs. She was scared and wanted to go back to her previous life. This situation was too horrible to accept.

Doctor Joan Miller observed her two patients in the twin video monitors on her desk. Angled so that only she could see the scenes of what was going on in the secret lower level of her clinic, the sight inspired her with fresh energy as she finished some mundane paperwork. At a polite knock on the door, Joan moved a mouse on her desktop and the screens instantly locked on an innocuous photograph of her clinic's building front. It was her secretary, reminding her that her next round of patient appointments started in fifteen minutes. Doctor Miller absently waved her secretary away. She wondered what was going through the heads of the new slaves when they discovered the first tiny modifications that she had made. The insertion of the nipple and clit rings had taken mere moments; what had taken more time was the laser treatment of their pubic areas. Since Robert wanted identical twins, Doctor Miller decided to leave one obvious difference to tell them apart. She left a slim vertical slash of wispy blonde hair above Anna's pussy and two identical slashes above Becky's. No other hair remained around the women's sex organs. Doctor Miller sighed at the thought of how much more work she had to do. The entire treatment regime was charted out. "It was so nice of Robert Morgan to agree to let me play with them in between treatments. He probably doesn't suspect that that gives me several weeks to mold his new toys," she told herself with happiness. "It will be so much fun."

The lights in the two holding rooms dimmed, silently signaling the miserable women that it was time to sleep. The stress and horror of the previous two days had overloaded the women. They slept hard and long.

Anna awoke feeling more clear-headed than she had the previous day. The cell was once again bright with light. The pain in her body had vanished during her sleep, leaving only a vague stiffness and a slight ache in her pubic area and breasts. Idly, she wondered if her period was getting ready to come. She slid her hands up to her breasts and squeezed them. "No, my boobs don't feel swollen. Hmmm." One hand brushed against a nipple and she felt a strong twinge of pain. "Ooh, no," was all she could communicate to herself. She more fully inventoried herself and discovered that she had identical gold rings in her nipples, her clit, and she supposed in her ears; as she could only explore those two rings by feel. She did rub her pussy to see how the now slick, hairless flesh responded to stimulation. "Ooooo," she moaned to herself, "not bad." Her pussy seemed to loosen more quickly and seep musky pussy oils faster than she remembered. "Almost as if the ring keeps my honey pot primed," she thought.

Joan grinned at the sight of One's awakening. "The little whore is shameless; frigging herself so openly on her first day of captivity. What a slut," she muttered. Doctor Miller had decided to rename Anna as 'One' and her older sister as 'Two' so that the names matched the Roman numeral shape of their remaining pubic hair. Anna was approaching a silent orgasm on the high-definition monitor and then she collapsed, to lie limply on her side. The screen showed the sheen of sweat covering the satiated woman, despite the chill air in the holding pens.

Becky also woke refreshed. Unlike her sister who started the morning focused solely on herself, Becky immediately began to examine her surroundings. First, she found two stainless steel metal bowls by the door end of her cage. Each was marked with the single word 'Two' in flowing cursive script. She wondered at the significance. One bowl contained clear water and the other had what appeared to be a mixture of scrambled eggs and ham chunks. The cage was too low to sit up in, so she could only get erect on all fours, "Much like a dog," she thought wryly. She tried to pick up the bowls and discovered they were securely attached to a tray that was hooked to the front of her cage. Deciding not to eat doggie style, she scooped out some of the mixture with three fingers and brought it to her nose to sniff. Becky, the former 'rich in her own right' gold-digger, was lowered to the level of domestic pets, caged and forced to eat from bowls. The thought of how humiliating it would be for anyone to see her like this brought a flush of heat to her innards.

Normally a dominating person able to use her talents of beauty and an intelligent, conniving brain to get her wishes, she reflected that her life began to change from the moment that Joseph Loftus had taken her by surprise and forced her to participate in anal sex. She shuddered at the recollection of the pain and humiliation. "Worst, of all," she thought, "the bastard made me cum, hard, at the end." She had to give the man credit, she thought, "He knew how to use that rock hard cock." The flash of heat renewed itself and she nearly collapsed on her lambs wool pad. "Focus girl, you aren't here to frig yourself to orgasm. Try not to focus on sex so much, you harlot," she told herself.

She also mentally cringed while chewing the tasty breakfast at the memory of her second rape of that long day. Her rapist and kidnapper had fucked her far more brutally and for much longer than had Joseph. "God, I thought my poor butt would burst into flames before he finished. What a giant cock. What a stud," she exclaimed to herself. Ruefully, she wondered what was the matter with her. She knew that two men had brutalized her, ending each time with the most intense orgasms of her life. Further, someone had licked, chewed, and sucked her to countless orgasms while bound deaf and blindfolded in the moving vehicle. "Guess it was probably Anna," she thought. "I get treated the worst of my life and I orgasm so much I pass out. What a slut you are, girl," she accused herself.

Becky Sawyer resolved to stop dwelling on the events of that long day. Instead, she focused her attention on the water and food. When she finished the breakfast, Becky encountered the next humiliating aspect of her captivity. To drink, she had to creep up to the bowl and lower her face to drink like an animal, using only her tongue. Then it struck her, the full feeling in her bowels meant that she would soon need to pee, and worse, have to defecate. It was too much, she sunk down again on her mat and curled up, both to hide from her situation, as well as to relieve the increasing pressure on her bladder. She cried silently, too upset to notice that she was becoming drowsy and drifting off to sleep.

Anna fought to regain consciousness. She ruefully realized that this was becoming her way of life. When her limbs wouldn't move, her eyes burst open in terror. "This is not my cage. What is going on," she screamed to herself. Above her body, she blearily saw two reflections of herself in a huge mirror. She focused her gritty eyes hard and was able to see her new piercings; the clit ring, the nipple rings, and the identical rings through her ear lobes. Her blonde hair had been combed out behind her head, rather too neatly she thought. The mostly hairless mound above her pussy drew her attention next. She saw the vertical slash of her blonde hair. "That's funny," she thought. "The mirror has a distortion in it. The other reflection has made the image of my pussy fuzzy, and …" she abruptly stiffened as she realized that the other image showed her still sleeping, eyes, completely closed. "Oh, my God! It's Becky here beside me. And, … her pussy is shaved different than me." Then it hit her; the realization that her feeding bowls had the name 'One' on them. She knew, without doubt, that her sister's bowl had the word 'Two' on it. There was no use struggling. The mirror clearly showed that both sisters were helplessly laid out side by side; arms, knees, and ankles cuffed to a medical examining table. Fully naked, the two women still had their dog training collars on.

Doctor Joan Miller came into the room with a breezy, "Good morning little sluts. Welcome to one of my clinic's operating rooms. Are my two new fuckmeats ready to begin?" She strode over to run her hand possessively down the sides of each girl. With Anna, she tugged gently on her pubic hair; with Becky, she yanked on each nipple ring. "Well, girls," she said happily, "your new owner has given me specific instructions on what to do with you lying, cheating, conniving bitches. Oh, you two are so fucked! If you don't give me 110 percent cooperation, you will be butchered alive and packaged as gourmet dog food. Trust me; given your mouth-watering bodies, it would be a terrible waste."

"Now our first order of business is to determine how to improve your looks to two identical, perfect-bodied twins. Hmmm." Doctor Miller started on their heads and took detailed measurements and photos of their cheekbones, jaws, eye spacing, brow lines, and ear shapes. She spent extra time on each of their noses. Finally, she caressed, squeezed, pulled, measured, and photographed the women's breasts. Many other measurements followed.

"OK, girls," Doctor Miller said with her hands on her hips. "You are lucky to qualify for lots of free improvements. By the way, I am an accredited plastic surgeon. I plan to shave each of your noses down to something a little more delicate. Other facial areas to be improved include your cheek bones, chins, and mouths. The ears, hairline, and eyes are already perfectly identical. She reached down to grasp one of Becky's breasts around the base. "Two here," she said, "has less than perfect tits. Guess the oldest whore is showing her age. Therefore, I will give you a little breast lift and slide in a modest implant. Two will end up with perky, full C-cup titties. Yes, girl, you will really like the new you. Oh, yes, I forgot." Doctor Miller paused and returned both hands to Two's face. "I get to do some experimental dental work to prepare you for your custom bits and you each get a nice strong nose ring. Since you two cunts are just fuckmeat now, the nose ring will be one-quarter inch thick stainless steel, passing through a reinforced grommet in your septum. Oh, and those hairstyles will have to be drastically changed." She slid her thumb and forefinger into Becky's nostrils and squeezed hard. "Yes," she finished with, "you are really lucky cunts to have me help you satisfy your new owner. He will be so pleased."

The sisters were each feeling queasy in their stomachs from the deranged doctor's statements. "Is she going to do the same to me?" wondered Anna. "What about my teeth," said Becky to herself. "Is the doctor really going to give me a nose ring," they each queried themselves. "Oh, she is right, we are so fucked," they each thought in unison. "I wish Joseph would hurry up and rescue us."

Doctor Joan Miller decided to get a little bit of a head start on their modification. Despite the tedious nature of the laser hair removal process, she enjoyed the way it created such a dramatic change, so quickly. The doctor screwed a set of headlocks on either side of each woman's head and slid a stabilizing bar over to rest firmly against each cheekbone, trapping their heads tightly in place. She leaned over Anna first and made a series of measurements with a caliper set, leaving carefully placed guidelines drawn in marker on her forehead and across her scalp. It was exacting work and she tried to exhibit her bedside manner by idly caressing Anna's breasts and belly as she leaned over the woman to make her measurements and guidelines. Then, she walked around to Becky's side of the examining table and began to made identical marks on her forehead and skull. The two sisters could only lay, tightly bound and unable to resist, as the doctor hummed pleasantly as she focused on the work.

After stepping back to observe that their foreheads were identically marked, she picked up a pair of hair clippers and adjusted the cutting head to leave a full one-quarter inch of stubble. "I have to leave enough blonde stubble left so that after I apply the dye, the laser flash will be able to burn the hair out down below the skin's surface," she observed aloud. When Joan clicked on the clipper, the telltale sound let the horrified women know that something bad was going to happen to their beautiful hair. The doctor held Anna's scalp tightly with her left hand while the right began to run the clipper smoothly up and around Anna's ears. Joan Miller knew that she could clip rapidly across the sides of their heads and only slow down to carefully follow the twin lines drawn back across their heads. The remaining hair in the ponies' manes needed to match perfectly.

Anna couldn't see her reflection in the mirror above, but she was pretty sure what was going on based upon the measurement marks and the way the clipper felt as it sped across the sides of her head. When the doctor stood up with a satisfied look on her head, Anna gasped in horror. She now had a two-inch wide strip of long blonde hair running from her forehead to the back of her head. "It's a Mohawk. Oh, God! No, … it's more like a mane. She really meant that comment about dental work and a bit. Oh, shit!"

Becky also saw her sister's new haircut as the doctor stepped back to admire her work. She wriggled to try and escape; but it was hopeless, she was too tightly bound to the medical table. The doctor approached her and leaned down to kiss her cheek. She heard the doctor whisper, "Oh, I can't wait. I understand it's your turn to learn how to eat pussy. Did your sister learn properly? Did she make you cum over and over? Will you be a better pussy eater than her? Ahhh, I see you don't like the idea. Wonderful, then I get to punish you. Think little cuntmeat; If I can do all this just for fun, what could I do to make you feel pain? Hmmm, yes."

Unable to stop the doctor, Becky lay helpless while the clipper removed most of her golden hair. She wept as the beautiful hair was reduced to a Mohawk strip down her head and stubble. Knowing it was impossible to turn her head to the side to watch what the doctor was getting ready to do next, she could only watch in the mirror above. A ceramic pot of black gooey stuff was uncovered and carried over beside her head. The doctor took a plastic spatula and spread the stuff carefully along the edge of the Mohawk and then liberally below that line to her ears and all the way to the back of her head. Becky saw that the doctor held an adhesive set of numerals to her scalp just behind her ears; "the same as used to mark the mailbox in front of her home," she realized.

Becky was tired. She had been held on the table for what seemed like hours while the doctor worked on her head. The scalp by her ear burned as the laser fired again and again, flashing to dust the hair follicles covered with the dark dye, sounding almost like a child's machinegun toy. The dramatic changes in her appearance had the woman in virtual shock. Worst of all was the wide grin on the sadistic doctor's face as she concentrated on her work.

Finished for now, the doctor took a damp towel to Becky's scalp and cleaned off the dark ashes and the remainder of the goop on her head. The numeral 'Two' was clearly identifiable in the only patch of remaining stubble. The doctor became busy measuring two chemicals into a small plastic mixing tray. It was black hair color dye. Becky realized that the doctor wanted the numerals behind her ear to stand out clearly. After smearing the smelly hair dye above her ears, the doctor moved down to her pubic hair and also colored the two small vertical slashes there.

"There you go, little pussymeat. You now have three painless brands showing everyone your new name, 'Two.' We have lots of work left to do on you. High-grade pleasure pets like you two need identity tattoos on your lips and a security chip goes deep into your bellies; that work, and your surgeries, we'll save for another day though."

Becky couldn't stop her sobs. She was tired and sore; unused to loosing control of her life, she was devastated. "I look like a freak!" she sobbed to herself. Adding to the depression was the realization that she had nobody close who knew where she was or anyone that cared about her predicament.

Shaking off her melancholy, Becky saw that the doctor had just smeared hair dye on her sister's two numerals and the single slash above her pussy. While everyone waited for the dye to set into the blonde hair, the two sisters kept their eyes locked together in the mirror. Tears silently streamed down each woman's cheeks. The timer dinged and it was time to wash the dye away. Becky saw that her sister's shaved head and brands were identical to hers. "Even before surgery," she thought, "we are identical twins. I can see why they want us to have identity brands. They really stand out."

Doctor Miller opened a small cardboard package and shook two spongy earplugs onto the palm of her hand. The scene she was getting ready to begin was to be the most delicious part of her day. "Hmmm, this will be fun," she thought. It was time to deaden the hearing of the younger sister. When the rubber plug was reduced to a thin cone, she inserted it into an ear, to slowly regain its shape and block the ear canal.

Anna didn't want the doctor's attention. She just wished to be left alone in misery. "Now I can't even hear," she wailed to herself. The doctor held an evil looking oval-shaped device in front of Anna's face as if visually measuring her for the device. She had no clue as to its use.

"Open up wide," the doctor told Anna.

She hesitated; unwilling to aid the doctor in further tormenting her, afraid of being punished for not following orders. The doctor only smiled down at her confusion and she felt the doctor run a hand snakelike down her belly, across her belly button, and between her legs. Anna screeched in pain from the cruel pinching of her pussy lip by the doctor and felt the metal gadget jammed into her mouth. The device was brutally ratcheted tight, widely stretching her jaws.

Joan Miller only released her pressure on the abused labia when the adjustable ringgag was locked in between her upper and lower canines. "Guess I forgot to let you know, One, that the collar is off. Now we can continue." She peered closely into the open mouth and slid a hexagonal wrench in to do the final tightening. Joan grinned down at the terrified woman and silently moved a ratcheting, locking, clamp to the opening into Anna's mouth. The tongue was grabbed, the clamp ratcheted shut, and the clamp pulled the tongue strongly out of One's mouth. The doctor slid a notched tray across her mouth opening, and the tongue was locked into place, painfully distended from her mouth.

Joan Miller picked up a scalpel and waved it above each of the bound women. She shifted the incredibly sharp blade to her right hand and carefully shaved a tiny sliver of meat off the side of Anna's stretched tongue. A fat, red bead of blood welled out of the cut and ran down the tongue into her distended mouth. Doctor Miller grinned maliciously at the women and bent down to reach under her knee-length skirt, pulling her black wispy panties down her thighs. She stepped out of her panties with one leg and raised the other up, panties hanging alluringly from the toe of her shoe. Doctor Miller felt her breasts shift within her loosely fitting bra and she smiled evilly, thinking about the pleasure she would soon feel. She draped the black panties over Anna's head, blindfolding the woman, further cutting her off from what would occur next in the room.

Becky watched in the mirror as the woman undid one of her legs from the examining table and placed a cuff on it. She realized that the evil doctor was skillful in keeping her from having enough freedom to fight back. Doctor Miller used temporary bonds as necessary. Soon Becky had a leather belt on her waist, tightly strapped in place. Her elbows were cuffed to the belt and her feet hobbled with only six inches of chain. A titty leash was attached to her ringed nipples and Becky was forced upright to slide off the table, onto a wheelchair already positioned to hold her weak form.

The doctor whistled as she pushed the wheelchair away from the blind and deaf sister still bound on the examining table. Just a few doors down the hall, she turned into a normal appearing bedroom. Doctor Miller halted the wheelchair about four feet away from the foot of the bed and set the wheel safety locks. She left Becky alone in the chair and she walked toward the bed, feeding the leash out away from the bound woman's tits. Before sitting back on the mattress, Joan primly slid her skirt up above her waist and widely spaying her legs apart, sitting down in a most unladylike pose. "You see, Two," the doctor started, "you are going to start your first pussy eating lesson now. If you fail in your tasks tonight, well then I punish both you and your sister. Originally, I was going to cut off both her nipples if you failed at your pussy eating contest; but then I realized that would ruin her appearance for your new owner and she would have to be disposed of. By the way, disposal means being butchered alive while the target is fully conscious. Therefore, we're back to taking her tongue out if you fail. Your punishment is to loose your eyebrows. Delicious isn't it; your sister loses her tongue and you just lose your eyebrows. The irony of the inequitable punishment is delicious, and, … it will be your fault."

Becky didn't try to struggle. She fully realized the doctor had bound her helpless to fight back. She quailed inwardly at the thought of what this monstrous woman was demanding of her. "I'm no lesbian!" she screamed to herself. "Poor Anna," she cried silently, "she will die or be permanently scarred if I don't please this bitch. Oh, God! What do I do?"

The titty chain yanked hard on her nipples and she struggled to stand erect. An unrelenting pressure beckoned her downward toward the floor, and she sunk painfully to her knees. Becky then kneewalked forward toward the pussy in front of her. The pressure on the leash relaxed when she was between the brunette's knees. Even from two feet away, she could smell the musky odor of feminine arousal mixed in with more than a hint of sweaty body odor from her long day in the clinic. The bushy pubic hair was thick and wild looking.

Doctor Miller looked fondly down at her new bed slave. "First, little pussygirl, you will lick and suck the inside of my knees and then start moving up to my cunt. I will lay back and let you do all the work. A beside timer will ding every fifteen minutes. At the first ding, your tongue should first touch my pussy lips. Each of the next dings better signal an earth shattering orgasm on my part, or I will stroke your ass with this whip until I do cum."

Becky looked up from the bushy cunt; she had been mesmerized by the drops of pearly dew gathering already on the crinkled folds of the outer labia. She gasped aloud at the sight of the multi-thonged cat-o-nine-tails held in the smiling doctor's hand. "A rude awakening from my trance," she thought. Then she realized that her dog training collar was turned off.

Before the surprised girl before her could speak, Joan held up a hand and said, "Shhh, just because I give you back speech doesn't mean you are allowed to use it. Follow my lead and instructions or you will feel this." She struck a vicious sideways blow with the cat across Becky's hip. The numerous thongs wrapped around and brought pain to her near ass cheek. Becky loud scream was of terror; belatedly she realized that the stroke of the lash evoked less pain than she had expected.

"Time to begin, pet," the doctor said with a smile.

Becky leaned down the short distance to the trim doctor's knee and tentatively gave the inside a lick followed by a brief pause before she settled both lips against the dampened flesh and sucked inward. The contented sigh above her was the only confirmation of her successful start. Remembering the potential fate of her sister, Becky focused all her considerable skills of heterosexual experience and her knowledge of her own body to bring pleasure to her owner. The closer she worked to the cunt at the junction of the slender thighs, the stronger the taste of salt and the smell of female arousal. Becky shivered at the obvious signs of the woman's arousal. She knew that the humiliation and sexual situation was fueling her own pussy. Embarrassed, she thought back to her mind-bending climaxes during her recent rape by Joseph and then the intruder. The odor drifting up from her own cunt was slightly different, tangier somehow, than the doctor's pussy. When the timer dinged, signaling the end of the first fifteen-minute period, the moans of two women could be heard. The ding had triggered a small, but satisfying climax in each woman.

Doctor Joan Miller smiled as she looked straight up at the bedroom ceiling. Her new bedslave hadn't yet noticed the large mirror above the bed, clearly showing the kinky blonde mane and beautiful ass, streaked with a few minor whip marks, of the woman as she dug into the brunette's pussy for the first time. Doctor Miller intended to use the new piece of fuckmeat all night long, even while she slept to gather strength for the morning surgeries she had scheduled on the other bitch. One was slated to get the nose job, stainless steel nose grommet, and breast implants. Her current plan was to finish with One and let her heal enough to be the visual guide for sculpting Two into an identical copy. That gave her the full-time use of Two for at least a week before her first surgeries. Then, while Two healed, One would become her full-time lesbian love slave.

As a final round of training before her friend Robert came to pick up his new toys, Doctor Miller planned to bring some of her part-time male slaves over for the fucktoys to practice being submissive. The doctor grinned, knowing full well that her male slaves would love to don big strap-on cocks to supplement their oh-so-weak equipment. "Yes," she thought, "these two will get a real anal breaking in." Then it's off to Robert for the physical conditioning.

Becky awoke alone in bed the next morning. She smelled the strong fishy odor of dried pussy on her face. She blushed in remembrance of her enthusiasm of the night before. Becky ate the doctor to orgasm after orgasm. The doctor finally fell asleep with Becky's titty leash wrapped around one hand. Becky had been admonished to keep caressing and licking all night long. She had tried, but finally passed out under the doctor, her thick patch of pussy hair jammed into her mouth. She struggled to crawl, wormlike to the edge of the bed. A rattle of chain stopped her. "The doctor chained me to the foot of the bed?" she asked herself. "Thank goodness! The collar is still turned off."

Becky examined the chain and discovered, to her pleasure, that it was long enough for her to work her way to the bathroom. She crawled to the edge of the bed, her tight tits digging deep into the comforter. When she swung her feet over the bed, she had another pleasant surprise, her leg cuffs now had about a foot of chain, plenty enough to walk normally into the bathroom. "Ahhh," she moaned in pleasure as her piss flowed out of the distended bladder. "When was the last time I peed?" she thought. "I must have been gone for days and this is the first I remember."

Still puzzled about the passage of time and her forgotten bowel movements, she attempted to brush her teeth in front of the vanity counter. A note on a small vase of flowers on the vanity counter brought another flash of embarrassment. The note read: "Nice job cunt! I love your tongue. Keep going and MAYBE I'll taste that slick pussy of yours. Love Mistress J." Becky was unable to resist the temptation; she leaned over the counter and moved both hands to her pussy. She frigged herself shamelessly, thinking of her beautiful Mistress and her wonderful pussy. "Oh, I hope she does me. Yessss, that would be wonderful, oh so wonderful," she mumbled as she frigged furiously. When she came, Becky sagged to her knees and almost struck her chin in the descent to the tile floor. "Oh, yesss," she moaned.

With nothing left to do but sleep or play, Becky experimented to see if her leash would reach the tub; it did. Becky resolved to be especially attentive to her Mistress, the soothing effect of the warm water was almost worth her enslavement. Becky knew that these people were serious about her being a slave. A bath was likely a luxury she might not always have. "It is best to enjoy this while I can. No telling what this new owner the doctor keeps mentioning is like," she reflected.

Anna did not awaken so dreamily as her older sister. She was in pain, deep throbbing pain. Her face felt like a baseball bat had hit it repeatedly. A moan of anguish came out of her mouth. The pain was so intense she didn't realize her collar had been turned off. Her boobies hurt as well. "Oh, it fucking hurts. What happened?" she wondered. "The doctor, … " she realized, "the doctor did something to me. Owww, it really hurts." Anna remembered only that the doctor had pulled her into an operating room by her titty leash. She had tried to resist, but her wrists had been securely locked to her waist belt. She was as afraid as a human could be, terrified to her very core. Just before her memory of the event ended, she remembered looking down at her faux pussy brand, the single slash of black hair. "I'm a natural blonde," she had wailed to herself, considering the black mark one of shame as well as the sign of her animal status.

Doctor Miller sat in an overstuffed chair watching her latest victim awaken. She grinned thinking of the pain she was going through. The doctor used minimal anesthesia during surgery on slaves. The result is they awoke faster, much more quickly alert, and without any lingering pain relief. She hissed her appreciation of the surgically enhanced breasts on the slender slave. "She really is a nice piece of ass," she told herself. "No way could I ever compete with this slut in the looks department. As a matter of fact," she added to herself wryly, "I doubt that I will ever develop the pussy eating skills of this fuckbunny's sister. Now that is a talented tongue!"

Joan Miller dreamily reviewed some of her explosive orgasms of the night before. It had felt so good she absolutely wanted to eat out the bitch in return for her glorious cums. "Fortunately," she thought, "I remembered my role; I must remain strong to bond the new pussy to me as Mistress. Robert will enjoy the transference of adoration to him later. As he told me once, this life is fucking great!"

She shook herself free of the pleasant memories and focused back on the woman tied on the gurney in front of her. One's head was positively swathed in bandages. Doctor Miller remembered the challenging task of drilling a big hole through the patient's septum and slipping both sides of a stainless steel grommet into place. The act of crimping the halves together had taken every bit of her strength, even with the massive crimping tool. The result was worth it, the nose ring could easily handle the weight of the subject alone.

Doctor Miller picked up her cell phone and dialed a phone number that rang in her basement room. After the message system cut in, she recited a simple command. She knew that Two would hear the message being recorded and respond accordingly.

"Two," she said authoritatively, "you better be cleaned up and sparklingly made up. I want your tongue inside me as soon as possible."

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Becky Sawyer, a helpless slave now known only as Two, dropped her head against the bed in exhaustion. She had given the insatiable doctor / Mistress hours of oral sex. She had accepted that this woman was her Mistress, to be obeyed in everything. Then, the Mistress had rolled Becky off her body and the two had lain side-by-side, breathing heavily for long minutes. Each still faced the other's feet in the same position they had been in while Becky sucked, nibbled, licked, and chewed the doctor to orgasm after orgasm.

After a few minutes, the Mistress had rolled onto her side, facing Becky and nuzzled against her. Becky felt the Mistress' slim fingers running across her trim stomach and upper thighs; despite herself, she became aroused. Mistress kept running her fingertips lightly above and below her pubic area, never actually focusing in on a feminine erogenous zone. Becky couldn't help but arch her hips up as if she could get Mistress to play with her pussy. Doctor Miller grinned over at her and ran one hand teasingly through her two slashes of pussy hair. Becky rolled her hips up again but the teasing fingers drew away toward her belly button. The fingers returned again to the black-thatched slashes. Becky moaned and the fingers crept away again. "She wants me to be silent," she whispered to herself.

Doctor Miller enjoyed the flash of emotions that raced across her bound victim's face. She brought her fingertips back to the faux brand on her slave's pussy. As the slim hips rocked up to catch her fingers against the pussy lips, the doctor pushed hard against the slave's pussy mound. She heard another moan of passion and the doctor grinned and bent her face to the slave's hip. As her tongue came out and licked across the hip, the slave wriggled about desperately trying to get more stimulation from the tongue or teasing fingers. Joan giggled like a teenager at the response she had gotten from her slave. She slipped onto an elbow to move her face closer to the sweet smelling mound by her face. Two had used one of the doctor's favorite body lotions that made her skin smell fruity, almost strawberry-like. It beckoned her forward. "What the hell," she thought as her face swooped the rest of the way to the wonderful smelling pussy. "This cunt is only a loaner, I can appreciate her anyway I want." With that, she rolled over further, crawling atop the prone slave, moving her newly aroused pussy over Two's face even as her lips closed over the crinkly outer labia and her mouth sucked the hairless lips in, hard.

Becky felt the hot breath on her hip and moaned again. Then, amazingly, the Mistress' tongue and mouth slid down her pubic mound and suctioned her pussy into the hot mouth. "Eiiii," she shrieked softly. Her cry of pleasure was cut off as the Mistress' familiar cunt slipped over her face. Becky didn't mind extending her tongue as she was already arching her back in a long-delayed orgasm; not the petite ones she had experienced while she debased herself at this clinic, but an earth-shattering orgasm like she had only experienced while being ass fucked against her will by Joseph and her kidnapper. "Oh, yes, … fuck my pussy with your sweet tongue," she moaned into the drooling cunt on her face.

Doctor Joan Miller felt strong hands grasp at her sides. "That's as far as the little bitch can reach," she thought as Two's elbows were still tightly cuffed to her sides. The hands tried to pull her deeper toward Two's cunt and Doctor Miller let herself slip forward, giving her fuller access to the horny slut's pussy. She stiffened as the slave's tongue inserted itself in her own needy slit and despite the numerous orgasms she had already enjoyed, exploded in yet another. "Of fuck," she moaned, "this is really living."

Becky awoke again alone in bed. "Hmmm," she thought dreamily, "the doctor sure starts her day off early every day." She stretched out luxuriating in the feel of the crisp, sweet smelling sheets. Becky hardly noticed the odor of sex that hung heavily in the room. She was becoming acclimated to the smell of aroused pussy juice. She needed to pee and scooted over to the edge of the bed.

"Ahhh," she exhaled in pleasure, "nothing like the relief from a good pee. Hey, what's this," she muttered looking at the vanity mirror. She took a few sheets of toilet paper and wiped herself off before moving to the vanity. There was a camera and a note.

My little slutbunny:

I enjoyed your delicious tongue yesterday and can't wait to do it again. I want you to make me a video to remember your submissive nature and sweet pussy. Place the camera on the vanity and aim it to the bedroom chair. Climb up and pleasure yourself with my favorite black double dildo. Talk slutty and let me know how it feels when you cum. Don't stop until the tape ends. Happy fucking, slut.

Mistress

Becky read the note and a thrill of pleasure coursed through her at the sight of the big black dildo, it was easily sixteen-inches long. The camera stood ready, pointed to the chair in the bedroom. Becky turned it on and observed the white chair in the viewfinder. Satisfied, she walked over and sat down. After a moment's thought, she slipped her ass down and raised her legs up and over the arms of the chair, opening her shaved pussy in readiness for the dildo. Becky moaned loudly with real pleasure and started talking as the fat cock head explored around her aroused lips. "Hello Mistress," she said coyly, "this is your slut slave Two. I'm so eager to do whatever you desire." She ran her tongue around her dry lips and continued, "My pussy gets wet at just the thought of your wonderful body. Ohhh, your cunny is so sweet." Becky continued with her self abuse and found herself becoming more and more aroused. The fake black cock became shiny with her pussy slime and she began to rock her hips more and more in response to the hard cock.

Becky remembered the doctor's comment from the night before and couldn't help but agree with it in its entirety. Even though she was unable to control her destiny, her present fate was not too desperate. "Actually, I don't mind this lesbian stuff," she thought with a sigh. "Yes, this isn't too bad a life."

In another part of the clinic, her sister was awakening to a different viewpoint. She once again hurt everywhere from the plastic surgery. Anna Sawyer found nothing enjoyable about her slavery; it had been a never-ending cycle of pain and humiliation. She was once again bound on the examining table and her nude form was swathed in white bandages. Anna couldn't see her face, it was totally covered in bandages, as were her breasts. The deep aching pain was considerable. Doctor Miller didn't believe in wasting unnecessary anesthesia or pain relievers on slaves. Becky had no idea that she had a reprieve from surgery only until her younger sister recovered enough to pose as a model for Becky's pending surgeries.

Unknown to Becky, Doctor Miller was enjoying the wireless feed coming from the video camera. She thrilled to hear her slave abase herself as she fucked herself senseless. Two kept calling over and over for her Mistress as she fucked the big black cock deep into her cunt. The video feed was detailed enough to see the clasping, greedy lips clinging to the shiny cock. She smiled thinking of her other toys that the little fucktoy would be introduced to. The next toy she visualized was a favorite, a strap-on dildo that thoroughly stimulated her pussy and clit as she fucked the heavily veined dick into her lover. Doctor Miller used the strap-on to butt-fuck her male submissives and intended to introduce Two to both cunt and ass screwing with the toy. "Hmmm," I can't wait till tonight. I think the little slut might be sore tomorrow. Maybe her pussy will have some blisters from the hard fucking she will get. … Hmmm, blisters in her pussy, … what a thought. I wonder, …"

The thought of endlessly fucking the delectable toy had given her an evil idea. As a doctor, she knew well that there was no such thing as 'Spanish Fly.' But, she also knew that there was more than one way to make a cunt itch for relief. She had some work to do that might make her two temporary toys more manageable. If she was right, they would do anything to get a cock or tongue deep in their pussies. "Yess," she hissed evilly, "this might work well."

Maybe Becky's plight was not as good as she thought it was.

Author: Desert Dog

E-Mail: Desertlickingdog at yahoo dot com