Chapter 4
The ride to Master's residence was completely uneventful for
Lien. The whole way she lay in the trunk of his limousine, hooded and
gagged, with her legs strapped together and her arms secured with the
armbinder. The trip may have been uneventful, but Lien wasn't bored. She
spent the whole trip fantasizing about her new life, of how she would
serve Master constantly, of how she would show him her devotion in all
things she did. She also dared hope that he would occasionally reward
her with an orgasm. Her whole body ached for an orgasm and her balls had
by now reached the state where they were constantly sore and tender from
being denied too long. It was the normal state for all Master's slaves.
Orgasms for the slaves were rare indeed.
Lien was bursting with happy anticipation as she was pulled from the
trunk of Master's car and dragged into his enormous mansion to begin her
life as his sissy-slave in earnest. She just couldn't wait to get
started.
Her idea that she might be allowed to serve Master constantly, was soon
proven both true and false. It was true in the sense that all she did
was exclusively to serve him. Her every move, every little thing she
did, was only to please Master. But pleasing Master did not require his
physical presence. Pleasing Master could also mean washing dishes for
hours, licking a dirty tile floor clean or even licking a filthy toilet
until it sparkled. Most of her service was keeping his house in order
along with the other slaves.
Master had many, many slaves. Lien gradually got an idea of just how
many he had as her duties took her all over his estate. Lien slept
together with twenty other completely feminized sissy-slaves in a tiny,
windowless room deep below the house. The twenty feminized slaves slept
together on a single large mattress, with so little space that they
couldn't even turn. Not that any of them complained. First of all
everybody was hooded and gagged while they slept, and more than that
they were all bound in black, rubber straightjackets and their legs and
their stilettos-clad feet were strapped together. Secondly, all
complaints resulted in brutal punishment. And finally, none of the
slaves thought they were being treated poorly. They were all deeply
grateful that Master would have them and they all understood that they
were nothing but filthy slaves, worthy of only the most demeaning
treatment.
The room right next to the one Lien slept in was occupied by twenty more
sissy-slaves, although these differed from Lien and her sisters in that
they didn't have particularly feminine features and shapes, they were
just dressed in stilettos, like Lien was, and like Lien their bodies
were hairless and their mouths smooth and toothless. In these two rooms,
with their forty occupants, were all the lowest house-slaves. Master had
five other slaves to boss her and her sissy-sisters around, supervisor
slaves if you will, and another five slaves with very special talents
who were not required to do housework, at least not in the conventional
sense. Among these was Xue.
These fifty slaves were just the house-slaves. Outside in the stables
were the ponies, of which there were about thirty, mostly paired
pony-boys dragging carts, but also some Master rode more or less
bareback. And the stables right outside the house was just one of his
pony compounds. There was also the one where Lien had been trained,
which housed at least thirty more ponies and Lien also overheard
conversations discussing two other pony facilities. Lien had no idea how
many these facilities housed, but she guessed that none of them had less
than twenty occupants. Apart from the different stables, Master also
trained and sold slaves, sissies or just boy-toys, at other facilities.
As time went by and she heard more and more, Lien realized that Master
probably had at least 150 slave boys and sissy-slaves, just for himself.
To that number came the ones he trained and sold, a number Lien had no
idea what was, but which had to be in the hundreds as well, if not
larger.
Master was one of the biggest suppliers of sissy-slaves and boy-toys in
the world, catering not only the growing number of wealthy Chinese, but
to the whole world. Listening to the conversations Master had with his
men Lien heard of a few competitors, the biggest of which was a man
called Master Farrell. Master talked of him with great respect and Lien
got the distinct impression that the man was more of a friend than a
competitor.
Time went on and for more a year Lien only saw Master when he passed her
in the hallway, Lien kneeling with her head touching the ground in
submission, or on the rare occasions she was allowed to serve at dinner
parties and such. Only once did he stop, turn her around and mount her
from behind. The incident made Lien cry with joy, something Master only
saw as completely natural.
It seemed that in spite of her talents as a sex-slave Master was
determined to teach her a lesson in complete and total obedience by
letting her do menial tasks together with the other house-slaves. Along
with the other house-slaves she toiled all day long to make sure
everything was perfect in Master's household. The twenty slaves Lien
belonged to were all dressed the same: A broad collar made of shiny
steel, steel cuffs on the wrists, a brutal black corset, which in Lien'
case reduced her waist to a mere sixteen inches, a very tight and very
short maid's uniform made from thick, black rubber and finally a pair of
shiny, black plastic boots, ankle high with seven-inch stilettos. The
house-slaves wore heels constantly and they all soon lost the ability to
stand flat-footed. This was all they ever wore, except of course for the
straightjacket they wore at night. They cleaned and cooked and provided
sexual service to the many guests Master entertained at his house, but
only very rarely did he use them himself.
But there was one sexual activity that every slave in Master's household
"enjoyed". Once a day, right before the slaves were tied up for bed, the
slaves were tied down and their chastity devices removed. Then they were
teased for a solid hour before their sex was once again imprisoned
without being allowed release. To save time it was usually done in
pairs: one slave was tied while the other one teased her and after an
hour they switched roles. This also insured that the slaves were really
teased and kept on the very brink. After being kept on the brink for an
hour it was payback time.
These long and frustrating sessions took place in the cold and dank
hallways deep beneath the house, in the slave's quarters. Along the
walls a steel bar was mounted at about shoulder height. When it was time
for the teasing Lien's hands were chained to her collar and her collar
was chained to the steel bar. Then one of the supervising slaves would
free her member, which instantly became rock-hard, and the slave she had
been paired with would begin stroking and licking it, always making sure
that Lien was never allowed to cum. After about five minutes the hallway
would echo with pleading and crying as the slaves were reduced to tears
of frustration. Always the supervisors would make sure that no one was
allowed to cum and Master himself often inspected this part of his
slaves' everyday life. Not only did he enjoy the sight and sound of
slave suffering, but also he wanted to make sure that no one came
without his permission.
While Lien was a house-slave this only happened once. The pair right in
front of Lien was a pair of pretty Chinese boys in their mid-twenties,
and none of them had been slaves for more than a couple of months. They
had not been feminized, but were merely hairless boy-toys, wearing only
collar, cuffs and stiletto boots. All the pairs had switched and the
second hour of torment had almost passed. Lien was standing directly
opposite the two young boy-toys, chained to the wall, her vision blurred
by tears as she pleaded desperately for release. In front of her, her
tormentor was kneeling, a pretty Indian sissy, who was licking Lien's
cock for all she was worth, paying back Lien as it were, for the teasing
she had received herself.
Suddenly the slave-boy in front of Lien began to pant harder and harder,
his excitement mounting as the one kneeling in front of him lost control
of his cock. The one teasing realized his error too late and tried
stopping the other's orgasm by pinching his balls hard. Not only was it
much too late, but the other slave was a pain-slave who loved having
someone causing him pain. He came with a ferocious cry of orgasmic joy,
his terrible transgression momentarily forgotten as his cum shot out
with suck force that the first squirt struck Lien's tits, smearing them
with a surprising amount of cum. The second was a little less powerful,
but still deposited an impressive amount of jism in the hair of the
sissy kneeling in front of Lien. His orgasm continued as the other one
looked on in terror, spewing out more jism than Lien thought it was
possible for a human to contain. The supervising slaves were quickly at
hand as he shot the last of his load, his hips thrusting forward with
the last of his orgasm.
The supervisors looked terrified, but still quickly sent for Master.
Master arrived shortly. As always he was dressed sharply and looked
stunning. However, he did not look pleased. No, he definitely didn't
look pleased.
He barked out a string of commands and soon all the other slaves were
chained to the steel bars along the hallway, including the slave bosses.
In the center of the room the two unfortunate slaves dangled from the
ceiling, suspended by their wrists, their legs tied very wide to the
bars along the walls. The two unfortunates were well aware that they
were in terrible trouble and both were pleading for mercy. None was
forthcoming.
First Master attended to the slave who had cum. His cock was still free
and was actually erect and throbbing as if he was aroused by the
situation. Master fixed this soon enough. Making the slave scream with
terror, he took out a nutcracker and placed it around the slaves left
testicle. Then, savoring the moment, he slowly closed the nutcracker on
the testicle. The testicle gradually got a completely unnatural shape,
turning bluish in the process. The slave screamed until he vomited and
passed out. Patiently Master removed the nutcracker and woke the slave
up using smelling salt. When the slave was awake again he used the
nutcracker on the same testicle again, again making the slave pass out
from the pain and again waking him patiently so the torture could
continue. Master repeated this process ten times on that one testicle
alone, until it was blue and completely shapeless, damaged beyond
repair. Then he turned his attention to the same slave's other testicle.
The slave had seemed to have lost all his strength and had hung limply,
croaking weakly at the last of Master's efforts. But when Master started
on his other testicle, some of his strength returned and his desperate
screaming resumed. Again taking his time, Master destroyed the other
testicle completely as well. By now the slave had been reduced to a
whimpering wreck, but Master wasn't finished with yet, wasn't finished
teaching the other slaves a lesson they would remember for the rest of
their miserable lives: Never cum without permission.
Master left the slaves hanging as he went to fetch a few items. The
smell in the hallway was awful as most of the slaves had either vomited
or soiled themselves with fear or disgust or both. Lien had vomited when
Master had used the nutcracker for the second time and when he had
turned his attention to testicle number two, she had felt her bladder
let go and a turd creep down the inside of her leg as she shit herself
with fear. Now they all stood in the terrible stench waiting for
Master's next move.
When he returned he had two items with him: an iron, which he plugged
into a wall socket, letting it warm up, and a pair of solid looking
scissors. The last item made the already mutilated slave scream anew and
made most of the other slaves whimper with terror. Master patiently
waited for the iron to heat up and then approached the poor slave who
tried pleading with a completely broken voice. But of course there was
no mercy. When the iron was hot, Master grabbed the slave's broken
testicles with one hand and pulled them down as far as possible, once
again making the slave scream in pain. Then he used the scissors to cut
them off as close to the crotch as possible. The slave made a desperate
sound, a cross between a whimper and a scream, and passed out. This time
Master didn't try to wake him up as he fetched the hot iron and used it
to cauterize the wound and stop the bleeding. As the smell of burnt
flesh spread in the hallway, every last one of the house-slaves vomited
again and those who hadn't already shit themselves did so. The pain from
the hot iron had woken the slave again and now he screamed as he looked
down and saw his mutilated testicles lying in a pool of shit and blood.
But Master didn't pay him any more attention. Instead he turned to the
other slave, the one who had been sloppy and allowed another slave to
cum. The boy was completely desperate with terror, crying and whimpering
as Master came ever closer. Unlike the other slave, he had not cum
himself and his member was still imprisoned. Master now informed him
that while the other slave had merely lost control over himself, this
slave had performed a terrible job and lost control over another slave
as well. This meant that not only would he be castrated like his friend,
but also his castration process would be much longer and more painful.
Furthermore he wouldn't even be allowed one last orgasm. The message
made the boy scream with terror.
Master merely smiled brightly at his fright and started the torture. At
first it was the same as it had been with the other disobedient little
shit, apart from the fact that this one didn't even have his chastity
tube removed. Master used the nutcracker with great energy and after a
very long while the boy's balls were shapeless lumps of bruised pain.
But it didn't stop there. Master took it a step further by skewering the
boy's testicles with several long and very dull knitting needles. By
then the slave had lost his voice and all the sounds he produced were
strange croaking sounds. As he thrashed and twisted uselessly in his
bonds, his face was contorted with pain and all the veins in his neck
and face stood out. When Master had pierced the slave's balls with four
knitting needles each, he used a narrow paddle of sorts to pound the
boy's damaged testicles, again taking care to wake him up whenever he
passed out. Finally, after beating the slave way past hysteria, Master
performed the same kind castration on the second slave as he had on the
first slave and they both hung limply in their bonds.
He briefly told supervisor slaves that they would get their rightful
punishment tomorrow before addressing all the terrified slaves: "Never,
ever disobey me, you useless sluts! Never, ever cum without my
permission! Because of these two worthless, and now also sexless, sluts
it will be at least a year before any of you have even the possibility
of being allowed to cum. Think hard about how to best please me." Then
he turned on his heel, leaving all the house-slaves chained to the wall,
except for the two castrated slave-boys who were left hanging from their
wrists. Lien and the others spent a terrible, sleepless night standing
up in the foul-smelling hallway, the two brutally punished slaves
dangling in front of them the whole time.
Early the next morning one of Master's five special slaves unlocked them
all and they were allowed to wash up and clean the hallway. The two
castrated slaves were taken down and carried away. The supervisors were
punished the following day with savage beatings of their balls and
ferocious whippings of their tits. Obedience in all the slaves who had
seen the punishment reached hysterical levels and most times they didn't
even dare make a sound unless something very painful was being done to
them. Every house-slave reached a level of perfection never before seen.
Lien was sure that the two castrated slaves must be dead, but one
morning two months later she was proven wrong. All the house-slaves were
called into the dark and dank room they used as a toilet and bath.
Before the house-slaves had gone to the toilet in two large holes in the
floor. Not any more.
Where the two holes had been were now mounted two large glass tubes on
top of which was a funnel leading down into the interior of the tube.
Mounted inside the glass tubes were the two castrated slaves. Their arms
and legs had been removed along with all the remaining hair on their
heads. Even their eyebrows were gone. The tubes were actually too small
for them and the glass sides squeezed them, holding in place so that
they couldn't even squirm. A large bore pipe went into their asses and a
very large bore catheter went into their cocks, thus collecting all the
waste they produced. Finally their heads had been bent as far backwards
as they would go and the funnel had been led deep into their throats,
removing all possibility of ever expelling it.
The two castrated slaves had been turned into human toilets for the
house-slaves, who were forbidden to ever deposit their waste any other
place. Not only would all fifty house-slaves shit and piss into their
mouths, but they would also deposit the waste from the five enemas each
received every morning.
Lien was shocked. She was filled with a deep need and desire to please
Master at all cost. Over the next months Lien expelled her waste into
the open mouths of the two castrated slaves every day and she watched
their eyes plead soundlessly and hopelessly for release that would never
come. Lien was with Master for many years and the two human toilets were
there all the time, meticulously kept alive as a warning to the other
slaves. After setting that example, Master never again experienced a
slave cuming without permission.
Lien and her fellow slaves went back to work, slaving all day for
Master. Despite the brutal torture she had witnessed, Lien still loved
Master deeply and wished with all her heart only to serve him. The
brutality she had witness only made her more devoted as she realized
what a wonderfully uncompromising Master she had. If only she could
prove herself worthy to serve him in a more personal way. She longed to
get fucked by him.
He didn't fuck her in person for quite a while, but a great many others
did. Master's associates frequently used her talented ass and mouth, but
usually one at a time. One day, however, Lien and four other sissies
were pulled aside. They were gagged, hooded and their arms bound with
armbinders. Then, without a word of explanation, they were led off. A
few minutes later they were all thrown into the trunk of car. The car
had a very big trunk, but still it was very cramped. Lien lay the whole
trip, which lasted well over an hour, with someone's stiletto pushed all
the way up her ass. Finally they arrived and Lien and the others were
pulled from the trunk and helped to stand. Then their hoods were removed
along with their gags and armbinders. When her eyes had adjusted to the
light, Lien saw that she was standing on a large dirt covered parade
ground in what looked like an army base.
As she stood there a number of trucks began to arrive. When the first
five trucks were parked, soldiers began to jump out of the back of them.
They were filthy and looked like they had been on maneuvers for more
than a week. Suddenly one of the men who had led them away spoke: "These
brave men have been out on exercise for a month. Master wishes to give
his former colleagues in the army a little gift." Lien's heart almost
stopped as she guessed what came next. "Master has given them your
service, for as many times as they should wish, for as long as they
wish. Make Master proud." As he turned to leave all the sissies
curtseyed and then turned to face the soldiers.
The soldiers in turn had spotted the sexy sissies and began eyeing them
with great interest. Lien shivered with fear and anticipation. It had
always been one of her secret dreams to be gang-banged, but she feared
that this would be too much. She would have to service a whole truck!
This soon proved to be untrue as another row of trucks pulled into the
parade ground and soldiers jumped out. In the meantime the officers had
instructed the men that they could fuck the sissy-slaves as much as they
liked. The soldiers then ran towards the sissies to be the first to fuck
one. And still more trucks pulled in. When Lien was bent over to get
fucked up the ass by one soldier while blowing another, the number of
trucks had reached twenty and more were coming.
Lien had no idea of for how long she was fucked by the soldiers. They
fucked her brutally for hours and hours and most of the time she
serviced four at a time: one in each end, and one with each hand. She
swallowed so much cum that she thought she would burst. Her ass was
constantly leaking cum in a thick stream down her leg and indeed her
whole body was smeared with a thick layer of cum. It was in her ears,
her hair, her eyebrows and it stung her eyes as it ran down her face.
After a couple of hours she was slippery with semen. And still the
soldiers kept fucking her. Her arms grew tired from jerking them off,
her jaws and tongue ached from the never-ending blowjobs and her ass
began to feel like some had driven a train up into it.
As night fell she saw in brief glimpses how the other sissies had
collapsed and fainted dead away. Not that it stopped the soldiers from
using them. The unconscious sissies were fucked in both ends by the
fabulously horny soldiers, paying no heed to the fact that they had
collapsed from the brutal treatment. The parade ground was by now lined
with trucks; many places parked two or more deep. Had she had the breath
to do so Lien would have whimpered with fear, but her mouth was
constantly filled by filthy soldier cocks, unwashed after a month away
from the amenities of home. Gradually she felt her strength drain away.
First her arms became too tired to even keep up and she had to stop
giving handjobs as her arms dangled uselessly down. Then she lost all
strength in her tongue as was she simply too tired to move it and
finally she fell mercifully unconscious as dawn broke the next day.
When she woke up it was midday and someone was shaking her. Lien was
very cold, but above all she was in pain. Her whole body ached and she
was sure that she would never be able to close her ass again. She tried
opening her eyes, but thick cakes of cum had sealed them shut and her
arms were still too tired to be of use. Finally she felt a stream of hot
piss hitting her upturned face, washing away the thick layer of stiff
cum that covered her face. Her eyes stinging she looked up and saw that
it was Master himself who had been pissing on her face. Lien's heart
swelled with gratitude and she croaked out her undying affection for the
cruel man who stood towering above her.
He looked at her with surprising tenderness and said: "You have
performed adequately, slave," he said. Then he walked away, leaving
Lien, who was crying with gratitude at his remark, to be gathered up by
two of his attendants. Lien and the other thoroughly fucked sissies were
put into rubber sacks that covered their whole body leaving only the
head sticking out. The sacks were encircled by heavy-duty straps with
eight-inch intervals from their feet to their necks and finally they
were gagged and hooded. Thus completely covered in rubber their filthy,
cum-covered bodies couldn't soil the truck they were thrown into for the
trip home.
Back at Master's house it took almost two weeks before the five
gang-banged sissies were able to walk properly again. The first three
days they were confined to bed, unable to move without moaning with
pain, held in straightjackets and hoods as much for their own protection
as anything else. On the fourth day they were ordered to get up and
start their daily routine along with the rest of the house-slaves. Lien
moaned with pain as she tried walking. It felt like all the skin on the
inside of her ass had been sanded away and the pain in her ass was so
intense that she thought she might never mend properly. Her arms still
trembled with exhaustion and her voice had been reduced to a broken
croak. She was unable to walk properly and instead she stooped forward,
waddling helplessly as she was unable to keep her legs together enough
to walk like she had before. Every movement was associated with pain and
work was slow. This of course resulted in further punishment, but the
supervisors showed restraint in these punishments, taking care not to
damage the already damaged sissies further. As it was, a slight tap on
the inside of Lien's thigh was enough to make her scream with pain, and
that was enough for the supervisors.
After almost two weeks the five gang-banged slaves were finally up to
speed and could resume their normal duties. Lien was still terribly
concerned that her ass had been damaged beyond repair, so she was very
nervous when she was taken aside and pushed to her knees for the first
time since the fucking at the military base. The guy about to fuck her,
one of Master's stablehands, carefully lubed her ass before entering.
When he did there was pain for Lien, but there was also the gradually
dawning recognition by Lien that her ass was undamaged and that she was
able to perform her old tricks with it. The realization actually made
Lien scream with joy, a wild and savage scream that took the stablehand
completely by surprise. Out of pure joy she followed this up by giving
the stablehand the ride of his life. For once not being nice and docile,
she used her ass to pump the guy for all he was worth, several times
denying him a fast approaching orgasm only to bring him ever so close to
the edge again. When he finally came, he held her hips tightly as he
arched backward and howled with orgasmic joy. He filled ass up with more
cum than he had ever produced in a single shot before and fell dazed
back on his heels.
This didn't stop Lien however. She was so filled with gratitude that she
immediately turned around and took his flaccid member in her mouth,
quickly getting him hard again while she cried out of sheer relief and
gratitude. The stablehand didn't understand what was happening as the
slaves were usually completely docile, but he recognized a good thing
when he saw it and let Lien do her worst. Soon he was rock-hard and
ready to go again. This time it was Lien who seized the initiative. She
pushed him gently backwards so that he lay on his back. Then she
squatted over him and lowered her ass ever so slowly on the stablehand's
cock, working it for all she was worth. She rode him hard, squatting
with her feet in their high heels planted on either side of him, facing
him as she kissed and caressed him out of relieved gratitude. She
finished him off by holding him tightly and kissing him deeply as he
shot his load up her warm and receptive ass.
The stablehand wasn't stupid and saw that Lien was special. He instantly
reported her behavior to Master. Master smiled to himself when he heard
about her wanton behavior. He knew that Lien was indeed special. In fact
her stay with the house-slaves was merely to groom her, to test her and
to make her more complete as a slave before including her in his special
harem. For now, however, he wanted her to get the proper form back
before including her into his special harem. First order of business to
achieve this was to punish her for her undisciplined behavior. The
punishment was like a warm acceptance for Lien. Although it hurt a great
deal (Master whipped her tits brutally and shocked her balls badly) and
it made her scream and cry, she was truly grateful. To Lien Master's
punishment meant that he cared, that he wanted her to perform perfectly.
Was there any greater sign of affection between a Master and his slave
than that? Lien crawled her bruised and battered body over to kiss
Master's boots and croak out her thanks with a heart filled with love of
her cruel owner.
Secondly Lien had to be guided back on tack as a slave, so Master put
her back to her old duties as a house-slave, but with twist. Lien now
got a large part of the responsibility for making sure that the ponies
were all sexually tormented as much as possible. Every evening she would
go to the stables along with a few other selected sissy-slaves to tease
the ponies for hours on end.
The ponies were kept in tiny enclosures and were never allowed to lie
down. They stood with a huge dildo-pole shoved so far up their asses
that they couldn't even flex their knees. Their ankles were then
strapped to the pole and those who weren't already permanently sealed
inside thick rubber hoods with huge gags in their throats and mouths
were hooded and gagged before being allowed to sleep. The pairs were
positioned inches away from each other and they shared a double-ended
penis-gag as their heads and upper bodies were strapped together for the
night. When Lien came to administer their nightly sexual torture the
pairs had been turned so that they stood hip to hip, presenting their
needy cocks to her, rock-hard and ready for torture.
Given the limited time she had, Lien only had time to torture about five
ponies or pairs of ponies every night. If the ponies were singles, she
backed her talented ass down on their throbbing pole and kept them on
the brink until they frothed at the mouth, their eyes wide and desperate
for release that would never come. If it was a pair she backed down one
pony's pole and rode him while teasing the other with her talented
hands. Halfway through she would switch horses so that both got the
"benefit" of her skilled ass. Lien soon became notorious in the stables.
The ponies who could see would whinny with fear as she entered the
stables and one pony actually cried whenever he saw Lien approaching his
pen.
Master heard of this and after a few more months he decided that Lien
was ready for his special harem.
