Chasing Paradise Ch. 21

Confused Evie opened her mouth and a second later found a pair of her wadded panties being stuffed into her throat, followed in a heartbeat by a stocking that secured them in place as it was tied around her head, tight across her open mouth. The second stocking wrapped around her wrists, and looped up through the stocking around her head.

"Without Evie there is no you, 'Puss. She had to suffer so that you could find your purpose, to give me pleasure. In a way, you're right. The things in that basket were cheap, and replaceable because the only thing worth keeping from that life is your body." As Classypussy leant forward and leant her head back to try and become comfortable in the new tie Staunton pussy slapped her hard and she gave a muffled cry.

Heads finally turned to watch the trio. He turned her to watch the women who were only now realising who she was and he pussy slapped her again. "Look at all those faces watching you now, 'Puss, no purpose in life, only thankful they're not you. How many times every week were you raped on the job by someone who didn't even have the desire to own you? How many times were you slapped or whipped? How many times were you denied the knowledge of knowing how well you'd pleased someone who would own you and keep owning you?" he asked as another pussy slap sent her eyes rolling. The part of her that was Evie felt some small measure of shame as he parted her ankles and began to fuck her in front of what were once her friends and co-workers. She tried to solely occupy the headspace of Classypussy, the slave who was wanted even if it was only as an alluring sex toy but knew it would take time and regular abuse like this to erase the last of her old life.

She cried as he thrust deep into her, but not the sobs of earlier. Classypussy cried because she was being used for pleasure, the greatest honour for a slavegirl. Evie cried because she was now a reminder for every woman watching just how fragile their world was.

The Hotel Yorotani - Room 107

Amelia's head had cleared a little by the time she began her bitchwalk back to her master's room. The initial hit of whatever was now inside her brain had pretty much disabled most conscious thought, but now she felt slightly more aware again, although aware that something was stopping her from concentrating. She wasn't yet aware enough to figure out how to take off her paw protectors, or unlock the bindings on her legs, but she was sure she could get there simply by gnawing at them while her master slept if all else failed.

At first Amelia had tugged at her leash. She had soon learned this was a quick way to anger her new mistress. The first warning was when an electric shock from the collar flattened Amelia, sending bright lances of pain through her body and contorting her into an awkward image of pain as her muscles contracted at random against the bindings. In protest she'd sat on her hind quarters and refused to move for 2 further shocks. Each time she'd been thrown to the floor in agony but sat up again, resolutely refusing to move. This had turned out to be a mistake, she realised in retrospect. Jacinda, still shirtless from her piercing session with the Fem-Vet, had simply reached down, split off a small chain link from the leash and, lifting the front of the muzzle briefly, attached it to Amelia's nose ring. Now well before the leash was at its full tightness there were hard tugs on her new and fresh nose ring.

She'd been almost in tears before but the pain now brought huge wet tears to her eyes, obscuring her vision as she gasped at each fresh new jolt of agony. Amelia tried again and again first to throw insults at Jacinda, and then at the world as a whole as she felt the ring pull her skin taut to urge her forwards. Each attempt at speech came out as a nothing, or at the very best a brief growl or whine. It was hopeless, she realised, she'd been muted. She padded along on fists and knees trying to keep up, unable to even turn her head to look around for fear of yet another pull on the nose ring. Out of the corner of her eyes she'd seen the women almost entombed in the hotel's walls, all bound in place as part of classical friezes as if they were nothing more than decoration for whichever architect had crafted the place. She was determined not to be like them but had no way to fight back she could find. For a second as the leash snapped tight she considered behaving, but dismissed the idea, they'd never break her. Either she'd figure out a way to escape, or behave badly enough they threw her out. She didn't know where women went when they were thrown in the trash for collection but it had to be better than where she was.

The door to her new master's room was barely shut when Amelia felt an eye watering tug at the leash. Yelping, she turned to face Jacinda as her perfect braid was violently wrenched to force the topless woman to her knees. Jacinda shrieked at the pain, as her husband landed a meaty slap across the cheeks that left a spray of spittle in the air. "Silkytits, take the muzzles off the pups, and get their hair tied properly. There's one more part of today that needs to be done before they're really truly owned," said Dickie as he held Jacinda at waist level.

As Amelia watched a slave she hadn't even noticed uncoiled herself from a small travel cage near the bed. The shape of her body, her raven hair, and smiling face spoke of nothing but beauty. Her walk, her skin, and her eyes told a different tale. The walk was one of exhaustion, and pain, dragging one foot in front of the other. Something about her hips and spine didn't look right. The girl was covered in bruises, her wrists and ankles bore raw red rope burns that looked like pure agony. The slave collected the leashes where they'd been tossed on the floor and looked down at the pups, inspecting them for a second. Amelia looked deep into Silkytits' eyes, as she awaited a fresh hellish tug at the leash and saw something that scared her. There was nothing behind her eyes, no soul, no life, no light or fire. The face smiled in a pleasant way, and clearly she responded to commands but what looked like they should have been twinkling emerald pools that whispered of breathless moans and a tender closeness of bodies burning with lust were instead a dull green, lifeless, waiting for the rest of her to realise what was happening.

She escorted the pups into the bathroom carefully, moving slowly to allow them to keep up, which Amelia was thankful for. A button press, and a buckle was all it took to remove the muzzles. Silkytits knelt down in front of Freya and looked at the ear tag piercing that had been added to both girls on the way out of the clinic. She smiled in a dreamlike way as she used bands to pigtail Freya's hair. "Whorehound. Cute puppy. So sweet," she said, her voice breathy, distant, almost lost in the air as she spoke. Silkytits kissed Freya on the forehead then gently rubbed her nose against Freya's. Somewhere in that smile was something this girl had been before that had not quite entirely been ripped out of her.

Amelia was scared as Silkytits turned to her, "Slutpup." she said, reading the tag on Amelia's ear, "Another sweetie. I hope you both taste as good as Master and Mistress. I hope we're allowed to play," she said as she reeled in Amelia by her leash for a second before sniffing and kissing her neck. "Mmm. I want to play, but Master says good cunts wait for orders." Grabbing another pair of bands she put Amelia's hair into the high long twintails popular amongst some puppy owners before giving her too a gentle kiss on the forehead and giggling.

Amelia wasn't sure she wanted to be around Silkytits any more. She was clearly trying to be pleasant, or at the very least be pleasing, and she was gentle but there was something so very broken about her that she longed to avoid in her own future. Through the open doorway into the bathroom came the sharp sounds of something slapping against flesh as well as a wail. Amelia would have smiled at the thought of her bitch of a mistress being in pain if she did not know she was headed to join her.

"Come on, puppies, Master can't be pleased from in here," said Silkytits as she stood from her crouch. Amelia had hoped she might unhook the leash from her nose ring, but seemingly had no such luck. The threesome emerged from the bathroom to find Jacinda completely naked, her husband remorselessly facefucking her, belt in hand whipping her back as she screamed with each gargling exhalation. Jacinda's back was already red, and blossoms of a darker hue showed in places on her skin.

"Ah, here are your little pets again, Jacinda. I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun with them. But for now, there is some ceremony to attend to," said Dickie, thrusting his way uncomfortably down Jacinda's throat, "As these are your pets I thought it might be nice if you could finish off their enslavement, you wouldn't want me to do all the work here after all, would you? Now...hold still....no swallowing."

With one hand firmly on the back of Jacinda's head he pulled back until just his tip was in her mouth. With a sharp breath and a satisfied grunt it was obvious to Amelia that Jacinda was getting a very large load. It dribbled slightly from the corners of her mouth, and bulged out her cheeks. Feet scrabbling to keep up, Jacinda was dragged by an increasingly frayed looking braid to kneel where the pups were being held by Silkytits. Amelia looked into Jacinda's teary eyes, and there was the difference. Where Silkytits was a void, empty and broken Jacinda's eyes, even surgically altered to their current red, were all life, passion, and fire.

"Heads back pups," ordered Dickie as he lifted Jacinda off her knees by her braid. Freya did so in a moment, but it took a violent yank at the leash for Amelia to join her. Once their heads were back a smiling Jacinda was allowed to drool her huge mouthful of cum all over their faces. "You see, Jacinda, it might not be a true bapjism, but at least you've left your mark on them. They've been reborn as true cunts now," said Dickie coolly, forcing his wife to look at the cum splattered pups.

Pupslut watched as Jacinda was dragged away by her braid towards the bathroom, screeching as the change in height and direction of force left her trailing behind Dickie. "Silkytits, you lock this pair in your cage, grab your double ended strap-on, then come and help me double penetrate this whore's tiny little mind out," said Dickie as he left the room.

"Yes, Master," said Silkytits, all but ramming the two slaves into the tiny cage realistically designed for one, bolting the door behind them. At first Sluptpup attempted to open the door and escape, attempting to nudge the bolt with her nose as her paw protectors still prevented acts of dexterity, but a warning nip from Whorehound ruled that out. The two were so intertwined in order to fit in the space that fighting to open the door would only end up repeatedly elbowing Whorehound in the face on the way out. For now, thought Slutpup, it was probably best to get some much needed rest, and try to escape when Whorehound wasn't ready to bite chunks out of her for the smallest of mistakes.

Resigned to rest Slutpup slowly faded into unconsciousness to the sound of Jacinda's combined screams, gargles, and moans.

The Hotel Yorotani Bar

Pippa ached. From the moment the band had closed around her neck she'd known the world would tilt under her feet, but the way things had gone was not what she'd expected. From her visit to the clinic she'd been collected and taken to another section of the whorewash. Most men would never even see the women here, she thought. They were skilled artisans whose touch brightened the world for so many men until tears, slaps, and so much cum meant they needed to begin all over again. While ordinary women did their makeup themselves places like the Yorotani had special restraint rooms where their cunts could be worked on until they were living works of art.

Pippa had new hair extensions to match her perma-dye blonde, bonded in a way they could be pulled just as hard as the real thing and that would degrade as her own hair grew. A fake tan with a pale g-string outline delicately airbrushed, blended, and bonded to last as long as anything nature could bless her skin with. Then she'd seen the thing she'd tried to put out of mind earlier, the thing she feared. Pippa wouldn't back down from many things but she'd had her limits, and a maid slave was forced to use a stun stick on her as she backed away in tears, babbling incoherently. Incapable of moving she'd begged the other slaves to stop as they wordlessly put her into the outfit. There was the hard metal corset, powder coated in white that included manacles at its back. The thing even had an artful curve at the front to reveal and support her sore and growing breasts. The thing was made out of multiple plates and was ratcheted shut around her, she felt like her eyes were going to pop out of her skull, and that the first man who bent her over a table to fuck her would slice her in half. The white ballet heels she'd been given to go with it laced all the way up to her thigh and sported a chain at the ankles that allowed her to totter more than walk. A simple white metal posture collar matched her corset with a chain leash to accompany it. Then there was the veil, small, white, flimsy. She'd known when she saw the outfit why her master had been so specific in naming her. Most slaves had little more than a single servonym but here she was with his preferred version of her birth name, the denigrating servonym required by law, and his surname.

There was to be no ceremony, no wellwishers, in fact her new husband elected to keep only one tradition. The hotel bar was packed in the light of the early evening with hunters fresh from successful times out in the island's forests. Wetpussy saw so many women from the plane now banded, bound, and suffering, but she knew her suffering was about to be so much worse as she was pulled to a reserved set of seats and a table by her leash. At least she'd have the two former slavecops and Chokeybitch to help her, for what little that was worth.

Slaves prepared bottles of sparkling wine and trays of glasses around the room as Benedict walked her to the table. He grabbed an empty glass from the table, and made it ring with a spoon placed there for the purpose; a hush descended across the bar as all eyes descended upon him, and then by extension to Pippa. She was never one for embarrassment but she could feel her cheeks heating as once more looked at her like meat, licking their lips at the thought of her juicy flesh.

"Gentlemen, sluts, I can appreciate we've all had an amazing few days. Trips like these are made all the better when I can see so many more crying faces on their knees amongst us," he said, causing a polite ripple of laughter to pass around the room, "Such casual use, however, is not the only thing a man requires of his possessions. Therefore I have decided that this slavecunt you see before you, improved to my personal requirements by the fine veterinary staff of this hotel, is going to be my new head of harem, favourite, and slave-wife. Hopefully you'll all join me in properly ensuring that Phillipa Wetpussy Malavar is adequately welcomed to married life just as soon as we're finished with the first anal!"

With that he stood behind her, took firm hold of her hair, and pushed her torso forwards. She almost fell forwards, yelping as she overbalanced, only to be stopped by the grasp on her hair. The crowd laughed again at Wetpussy, and her face turned a violent shade of crimson. The momentary distraction was enough that she was utterly unprepared as Benedict entered her from behind. Wetpussy's eyes widened to full as she couldn't help but moan excitedly, she was almost brought to tears by the shame of it all. It hurt like hell but the clitoral enhancement had done its job and as Benedict moved himself in and out of her she already felt like she was going to go insane, moaning like the common whore she knew she'd become. He reached around to play with her helpless nipples and she had to grit her teeth but even that didn't stop the moaning. She could feel not just dampness but a flood running down her inner thighs as she open-mouth panted and moaned deeply, driven by some feral urge inside to be taken was being fulfilled. She was utterly defenceless as he pounded her ass in front of the gathered staring throng. She caught a glimpse of herself in one of the mirrored surfaces of the bar. Gone was the pale and svelte Pippa, even she barely recognised herself as the leggy buxom blonde of Wetpussy. But for a second, just a second, the buxom blonde looked back with a twinkle in her eye and licked her lips.

The moment was over all too soon as the stiffening rod plunging between her cheeks gave her almost as much pain as pleasure. If it hurt this much now, she thought, she didn't want to even know what she'd feel like by the morning. Benedict had grabbed her by the hair to push her forwards, but now he placed a hand on the corset, yanking back on the hair. The whole thing prevented her from bending her spine more than a little, just as it nearly prevented her from being able to breathe. All she could do was tilt her head back and cry out loud as he continued to fuck her from behind with even greater force than before. Finally he pushed himself in so hard that even her overactive clit wasn't enough to override the pain with pleasure so she screamed as he came deep in her ass. Champagne corks popped around the room to the cheers and applause of the onlookers as Wetpussy's face fell awkwardly to a table in front of her. "Enjoy her Gents, any sluts who can arrange a strap on too she's yours until morning," said Benedict as Wetpussy felt him remove himself; he trailed a rapidly cooling spurt of cum down between her thighs. She gritted her teeth in frustration as Chokeybitch cleaned her ass out with her tongue and fed her the resulting mix of cum and saliva, the first of many as men crowded around her. Within moments all three holes were full to bursting with cock and there was no part of her that wasn't being touched, pinched, slapped or fondled. Around her the two former slavecops were warming up the next group of six men with blowjobs and handjobs while Chokeybitch was left to use her mouth, the only available option to her. Slowly Wetpussy began to work her way through swallowing a load or three from every male present. Luckily, she thought, as an exclusive resort there weren't too many guests to service, maybe sixty or so shots of cum she'd have to down.

An hour later Wetpussy was a mess, every hole dripped with cum, her face was plastered, and she struggled to breathe through the sloppy mess. Chokeybitch was having trouble keeping up with the cleaning, and was beginning to look a little cumsick herself. Wetpussy found herself thinking she'd need some way to thank Chokeybitch for all this, maybe she still enjoyed the occasional touch of a woman's tongue between her thighs. At last, every man had been serviced, and every painful strap-on had been taken. She laughed, not half as sore as she expected as more cum was gently pushed into her mouth, and Chokeybitch's tongue went back to caressing the most thickly coated regions of her face.

The laughter faded as Benedict placed a two litre bottle of Swiney's on the table, flipping her over onto her back. "Oh I wouldn't be getting ahead of yourself, cunt. You've still got a long way to go, you wouldn't believe how many male staff this place has, and the Swiney's...well...I wouldn't want you to go hungry while they switch from shift to shift."

"Don't worry, whore, only forty or so handlers in this lot. Well...and anyone who fancies a fourth or fifth crack. It's good to be generous when you have pussy this good to be generous with," said Benedict as he moved to a nearby couch. As soon as he was seated a slave straddled him, serving him chilled champagne as she extolled all the virtues of his cock.