Kelsey Criss-Cross, The Cross

My arms were bound behind my back, like all the waitresses. My chest was on full display, squeezed tight in a red chest harness. The red rope only amplified the attention to my aching breasts. Tootsie was able to direct my movements by pulling on the rope. My upper body was bound tight, but my legs were free to move. She had me climb up and kneel on the table, for all to see.

While all this was going on, I'd watched as Brigitte had pulled up a chair to sit beside Maddy. Brigitte had told Maddy to undress if she wanted any more Blossom. Maddy never hesitated and was swiftly naked in moments. They both sat in front of me, to better watch me, I think.

"You will learn discipline, slave. I will have you apologize to our patrons at this establishment." Tootsie said loudly, making a grand gesture to the growing crowd. I looked back and saw the large-titted slave girl displaying the paddle for all to see. Then Tootsie approached my side and firmly pressed my torso down onto the table with her elbow, her hand pulled up on my tail, forcing me to raise my ass.

"Pleeeze brigidde, it wuz jussa miz underssannin"

CRACK

I jutted forward, shock and pain shooting through me. I struggled to catch my breath, only to be struck again.

CRACK

The crowd erupted with each strike. They loved this.

CRACK

"Ugh!" I cried out. Though the paddle was hurting, I couldn't help but feel turned on. I was on full display to all these people. So helpless and forced to do anything to please them.

In front of me, I watched Maddy masturbate. Her face was a deep crimson, her eyes glossy. Her left hand continued to fondle her breast, while her right hand worked two fingers in and out of herself. Brigitte sat close, her left arm wrapped around Maddy. With her right hand, she squeezed Maddy's right tit.

"Look how much this kitty slut loves this, Maddy. I bet she was looking for an excuse to be punished all night." Brigitte spoke to Maddy.

Maddy moaned with excitement, jumping a little with each spank I took. She had a huge dumb smile on, she was really enjoying watching me get spanked.

CRACK

"Ugh, Pleeeze Brigidde, I'm sorry. I'll never dooot 'gain" I pleaded to Brigitte. She looked up at me, with a sneer. The look frightened me but also excited me. God's, I wanted to orgasm so badly right then.

CRACK

"She is your boss now, slave. You will address her as Boss, you idiotic slut." Tootsie said to me between swats with her paddle.

"You must be enjoying this public discipline. Look how you make the paddle wet with your juices." Tootsie said, then delivered another strike.

"Pleeeze, i'm sorry. I'll never dooo it 'gain" I cried out to all.

"Look how desperate that slave is, Maddy. You can see how much she loves all this. How bright her slave gems glow. Look how she lights up this corner. She's absolutely loving this." Brigitte said. Maddy groaned in ecstasy as she continued masturbating.

"I knew shhe wuzza slut the momenn i saw herr. Shhe drezses liyke a slut. Shede prolly suck off any guy in thiss place. Whore." Maddy said. Her words seemed to strike me in mixed ways. On one hand, they were hurtful. I thought we had worked things out. On the other hand, I found her words to be a turn-on.

Tootsie was none too happy I'd failed to address Brigitte as Boss.

CRACK

"Boss. You will address her as Boss!" Tootsie corrected.

CRACK

"Ahh! I'm sorry Boss. I'm sorry Boss. I'm sorry Boss." I kept saying it, and the blows eventually stopped, but I never did. "I'm sorry Boss. I'm sorry Boss. I'm sorry Boss."

"Fuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkk!" Maddy cried out, her body stiffened, and her legs shook as she had a massive orgasm. Brigitte had such a smile as she watched my friend slump down. I was so envious. I wanted to cum so fucking badly but was unable to. I couldn't even touch myself with my arms bound like this.

"This has been quite entertaining," Brigitte said before standing. She leaned her head in close and said, "I forgive you, slave. Don't let it happen again." She paused and continued, "I can see that you really want to cum, but without a master's permission, you won't be able to. Tsk, tsk. Well, I can let you cum, but you would need to complete the uniform."

She said she could let me cum? I would agree to anything to cum right away. I wanted it so badly that I couldn't think straight. Anything. I'd do anything. I nodded.

Brigitte snapped her finger "Tootsie. The uniform."

"COLLAR, COLLAR, COLLAR." I heard the crowd chant before Tootsie came into my vision. A slave collar was in her hand. I cringed, but I didn't feel I had much choice. I needed to cum. I closed my eyes and accepted the uniform.

"We will have some more fun before we bring you in for proper training," Brigitte said as she fastened the collar.

Wait a second... hadn't this all been a play? An act?

When did it start turning into this? Was it all still pretend? Did Maddy know? This Act was still salvageable. I had to remind myself that once we rescued Grace we would have the means to discard all these horrible slave items.

BZZZZ. CLICK.

I felt the collar vibrate before it clicked shut. My chest went tight like all the air left my lungs. I struggled to breathe. The room seemed muted, everyone moving in slow motion. The crowd had hands raised high, ale flying everywhere. Then it all passed, I felt sober, and I was able to breathe again.

I had slumped onto my side on the table. Brigitte had a hand on my cheek, in a loving way. "There. It is done." She said, rubbing me warmly.

I managed to straighten myself back up on my knees. I went to touch the collar only to be reminded of my hands and arms being bound. The collar didn't seem to feel like anything special, though it did restrict my breathing slightly if only to remind me it was there.

"Now to reward you, my little stray," Brigitte said, snapping her fingers once more. Tootsie presented Brigitte with two fairly large dildos. One was built with a large base, meant to keep the cock aimed straight towards the sky, the other had a harness.

"Kneel up properly," Brigitte instructed, giving my shoulder a push. I also felt something... some sort of feeling run down my spine when she spoke.

"Tell me you love cock," Brigitte ordered. She placed the dildo with the large base on the table, centered in front of me. It wobbled before settling. It was far larger than I'd ever seen from any man.

"I love cock, Boss," I said, blushing. My eyes felt glued to the dildo.

"Let's see you ride that cock then, slut."

Again, my mind squirmed, but that feeling ran down my spine again, heat and sexual energy thrummed through my body, and I slowly began to lower myself on the dildo. I felt my pussy squeezing down around the dildo as I slid down, feeling more and more full.

The ever-noisy crowd pressed in closer, more joining. I had tuned out the noise a while ago, but it was becoming more difficult as they got closer.

"Spread your knees wider you filthy whore," Brigitte commanded, slapping my inner thigh. I stifled a moan and spread my knees wider as I continued to bounce on the cock.

"Very good. I like what I'm seeing with you." Brigitte said to me, then said something to Tootsie. Tootsie nodded and walked to stand behind the still-sitting Maddy. Brigitte returned her gaze to me, "Don't stop riding. I've still got the other stray to deal with."

Tootsie pulled Maddy up from her sitting position, by a hold on her ponytail. Tootsie's other quickly pulled Maddy's left arm, twisting it behind her back. With the leverage, Tootsie walked Maddy up to the table.

"Oush, oush. Led gow uhf my yoo fuggin' slave. Thad fuggin' hurss." Maddy said, gritting her teeth and struggling slightly. Tootsie looked unbothered, and pressed Maddy against the table, leaning her forward over the table. Tootsie pushed Maddy's face level with my bouncing breasts.

"I'm really admiring the fight in you, Maddy. I'll postpone your collar for now. I can see potential in you, but ultimately, it's not my call. You'll have to keep playing along for now." Brigitte spoke to Maddy while she poured another cup of Blossom. Tootsie then released her grip on Maddy but kept one hand pressing into Maddy's back, keeping her leaning forward.

Maddy did not hesitate to pick up the drink and down it. She shook slightly with joy at the beverage, like it had been ages since she'd been able to drink.

"Tell me what you see, Maddy," Brigitte asked as soon as the cup was emptied.

"I see thad nashural born slut Kelsey fuggin' herself wiss a massive dildo. Shhe clearly loves cock, the slut" Maddy said, her hands unconsciously returning to rub at herself again. "Sit on thad cock 'gain slave girl. fuggin' nassy slut."

Maddy's words bit at me again, and again I felt humiliation and excitement roil through me. I started riding faster, and faster at her words. Brigitte handed yet another cup to Maddy, who stopped masturbating to drink more.

"That is one horny little bitch!" I heard from the crowd behind me.

"Pretty little slut. She can ride me next." Another man said, bringing laughter and more requests.

"This is an awesome night. There's another show going on over there. I can't believe Teddy bailed out on coming tonight. He's missing two amazing shows." I heard from yet another man. I glanced over my shoulder to see a second massive group had formed in the center of the bar, near where our first table had been.

"Holy fffuck!" Maddy cried out. I looked over and saw that Tootsie stood behind Maddy, thrusting her hips into Maddy, and pushing her into the table. With quick hands, Tootsie pulled on Maddy's ponytail once more, forcing her to look up at me. Tootsie's free hand pressed into Maddy's lower back, forcing her into an arch.

"We need to keep the show up for these boys here, Maddy, but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun," Brigitte said. Tootsie rutted into Maddy at a steady rhythm. I found myself staring down into Maddy's eyes as she was fucked from behind. Furthermore, I seemed to adopt the rhythm Tootsie was setting, riding the dildo in sync with Tootsie's thrusts.

"Thiss'zz alll yer fault yoo dumb slut. Ow. fffuck thad feels sooo goood. doan stopp fuggin' me slave. I wann more." Maddy cried out as her hair was jerked to the side and back again, Tootsie delivering a sharp smack to Maddy's ass. I smelled the Blossom on her breath. I craved it. I craved release.

"Boss, ugh. You said you'd let me cum." I pleaded with Brigitte. My words stifled slightly.

Brigitte raised her hand in a snapping motion, and with a smirk, she said "Beg me to let you cum. Tell me what you are." That thrum down my spine jostled me.

"Please. May. I cum." I said, impaling myself again and again.

"You are a stray animal that needs to be tamed and broken." Brigitte said to me, "Say it."

"Please, Boss. I'm a stray animal, a pathetic animal. I need to be trained and housebroken. I'll do anything for you, Boss." I cried out.

"I'll make sure you get trained properly and given a home," Brigitte said. I heard the snap of her fingers. I felt the release of my body's restrictions. Like a bottle with a crack, I felt the crack spiderweb through me. My head went blank, and I cried out.

I came within seconds, crying out again and again as I plunged myself down the length of the long thick dildo. My body felt ravenous, and I continued to impale myself, crying out each time the dildo punched deep into my aching belly, not caring about the ache. I only cared about the growing heat and sexual power tearing my mind apart.

I came again, and again and again. My world slowed as the orgasms shot rapidly through me over and over. The crowd grew ever closer. I felt a few hands touching my feet and ass or was it my tail. I found myself drooling. My saliva ran onto my tits.

My cries seemed to spur Tootsie on. She picked up the pace and really gave it to Maddy. Tootsie still had one hand pulling on Maddy's ponytail, but her free hand moved to her massive tit. Tootsie was really enjoying the show in front of her as well.

"Shit, stopp pullin' on my hair sooo hard yoo fuggin' server slave, bud doan stopp fuggin' me. It feels sooo gooond. I'm sooo close." Maddy said, panting in the rhythm Tootsie had set.

SLAP.

"Ahh," I cried out. A hand from one of the men slapped my already sore ass.

"Halt!" Brigitte ordered with a loud whistle and Tootsie complied. I stopped as well, her words sending another thrum down my spine. Maddy looked furious and pressed herself back into Tootsie, a frustrated look on her face.

"We need to go, Tootsie. The crowd is going to get thirsty for more soon. Collect these stray's and let's bring them to her." Brigitte said.

Tootsie pushed Maddy off of the strap-on dildo. Maddy's face flew forward into my chest, nearly knocking me backward into the waiting crowd of men.

Maddy turned back to Tootsie, furious. "How dare yoo. I told yoo t' keep fuggin' me. I'm nod won uhf yer server slaves. I will nod be treaded liyke won."

Tootsie slapped Maddy, shutting her up. "You both heard the Hornet. You are to be brought to the training center. There, she will decide what to do with you both."

Brigitte walked towards the crowd, who backed away from her with deference. She was saying something to them, but my attention was firmly on Tootsie, who was pulling me down from the table.

"This is your chance," Tootsie said in a whisper to me and Maddy. "This is where your friends are being held."

Maddy sobered at the words. If this was true, then we might still have a chance to rescue Grace and Hana. I felt hope break through the haziness I'd been feeling.

I struggled to walk steadily, wobbling every so often. Brigitte had led us in a loose line out from the bar through a side exit. Maddy and I were still naked, though only I was still bound in the chest harness. Tootsie brought up the rear, keeping us from wandering off, her strap-on cock now replaced by her previous skirt.

It was dark out, and the streets were blessedly sparse of people, though a few did notice us. I blushed as some approached our parade, but their demeanors changed at the sight of Brigitte.

Maddy was able to use her hands to cover her breasts and crotch. Not me, I felt so humiliated, embarrassed... and excited.

There was something else, something to do with the slave gems I had on. I don't know if it was an oversight, or by design, but Brigitte had left the gems open. I felt no restrictions like I had before. It was freeing, even though I was now the only one bound by rope and had a slave collar on.

After a long walk, we arrived at a large building made of bricks. It was fenced in by a tall fence. Brigitte brought a hand to it, and a ring glowed on her finger. The gate opened and allowed us to enter the compound. The building wasn't tall like Charity's, but it was certainly wider and longer, with many doors on each side.

Brigitte had us walk around to a side door, ignoring the imposing double doors at the front. The place reminded me of a prison. Once more she used a ring to unlock the door and led us inside.

Once inside, the first thing to notice was how dark it was. The place was built like a prison, with empty cells lining the walls. Everything was dark. There weren't many windows that I could see. The light seemed to shine down only in a straight line in front of us, leaving the cells covered in shadows.

The next very noticeable things were the sounds and smells. Cries echoed down the halls, followed by rhythmic sounds of sex and loud moaning. I felt my uneasiness reflected on me through Maddy and even Tootsie. Brigitte looked unbothered, which only bothered me more.

As we walked down the hall, we saw a few of the cells had people inside. Shadowy figures moved around in the dark. It always looked like there were three people in each cell. Twins? Anytime I tried to see what was going on, Tootsie would push me forward.

After a while of walking around a few turns and twists, the lighting improved, and the sounds dimmed. The place really looked to be a cross between a prison and a mansion. Prison cells eventually became more and more sparse as the lighting improved.

Around one more turn, the floor was carpeted. The walls were painted a pleasant blue. Huge paintings and large mirrors decorated the walls. The mirrors were so big that they were floor-to-ceiling. The paintings all depicted lewd acts, of women bound in restrictive poses. Some are bound in rope, others in leather, or to a series of devices.

We marched on and I could see my reflection in the mirrors. I looked disheveled, with my hair an absolute mess. The cat ears and tail still unnerved me. It was also strange to see the collar around my throat. It stood out dark against my pale skin.

Something caught my eye that further unnerved me. For just a moment, I thought I saw something strange in my reflection. I went to wave my arms around to test the mirror but was soon humbled and further reminded of my bindings. Tootsie pushed me forward to keep up with the others.

There were a series of doors that Brigitte stopped us at. There, she opened one door and ushered Maddy inside. "I'll have you wait here with Tootsie. I'll return shortly after I've talked with her."

Maddy looked as perplexed as I felt, but Tootsie pushed her inside the room and closed the door. I'd only managed a brief look inside, and the room almost reminded me of Charity's bedrooms, only this one was far and away more opulent.

It was now only Brigitte and me. She turned and continued down the hallway. I followed. There was a part of me that felt like this was my best chance to get away if I could, but I also knew that we'd gone down so many twisting hallways, that I'd certainly get lost.

At one point, Brigitte stopped, and we both admired one of the paintings. "This one is my favorite. Weirdly enough, it reminds me of you."

The painting portrayed a brightly lit hallway with two women, both facing away. The woman on the left stood tall, wearing only thigh-high leather boots and a dark corset. The other woman crawled naked on the floor, led by a dog leash. Her vagina is on display, puffy and red.

"Can I be the one on the left?" I asked.

Brigitte laughed before eventually composing herself. "I'm glad you've still got spirit. It'll make things all the sweeter. Come on."

She led on, down this way and that. The paintings seemed less frequent with more mirrors taking their place. My uneasy feeling deepened as we walked, seeing my reflections over and over. I kept thinking there must be a trick with all the mirrors.

I was led into a larger room, with an honest-to-God throne. There were two feminine figures, one lounging with her head supported by her hand, elbow on the armrest, in a bored posture. She wore a long deep purple robe, one leg over the other armrest. It looked like the other figure was licking the first's foot with passion and fervor. She was naked except for a slave collar and slave jewelry. She looked so enthralled by the licking; that she never even acknowledged us.

The robed girl had long dark straight hair, she wore a mask that looked like a blank face with holes for the eyes and nose, and mouth. It was polished to a mirror's reflection. She looked at us wordlessly, and I felt myself struggle to breathe. I felt a similar feeling when I was around Mercy and Charity, only this felt much more hostile.

"You're up late. Bringing me another one, I see." The masked lady said to Brigitte.

"Every time I think I'm out of the game, they just bring me right back in." Brigitte cackled a laugh, "I've got two actually. They delivered themselves to me. Practically begged me to bring them here. This one is primed. I think the other might have potential, I left her with Tootsie. I'll let you decide what you want to do."

The masked lady laughed and kicked the slave girl from her side. She then sat up straight, her robe falling to cover herself. She waved her hand and the slave girl stood up and walked to the side, pulling a long curtain, revealing more mirrors. They surrounded me like they would in a dressing room.