Ten Days in Another Town
Day Six
Sammie found me waiting on my knees when she bustled in and, without a word,
she beckoned me to follow, leading me to the bathroom.
Blushing, I looked at the toilet and Sammie smiled. "Go ahead," she said and
I did, much to my shame and embarrassment.
The shock of my smooth head hit me once again as I stared at my reflection.
It was another person, someone I did not know.
After shaving my head and face, I showered and then followed Sammie back to
the room where she told me to lay on the bunk, legs spread wide. Whistling
tunelessly, she used the portable razor to eliminate the stubble on my
groin. My cock rose at her light touch and I yearned for relief as her
fingers teasingly brushed against my straining cock.
Ignoring my hard cock, Sammie instructed me to eat and I crouched on the
floor, munching the food while she sat on the bunk. When I looked up, I saw
her legs were spread apart, white panties in her hand.
"Come on," she said, gesturing at her black pussy. "You’ve got five minutes
to get me there."
I crawled to her and began my now familiar task, licking, nibbling and
probing with my tongue, extracting a few soft moans and sighs until, juices
running down my smooth face, she came.
"Getting better all the time," she said, pushing me away. "Ok," she said,
struggling into her panties. "Get your sorry ass upstairs to room twelve.
Knock and enter when told, on your knees. Quickly. Run."
Cock hard, flopping wildly, I ran to the elevator and drove it to the second
floor. Frantically, I searched for the correct room. Sighing with relief, I
knocked on the door and waited.
"Come in, puppy," a female voice said and I crawled in to a bedroom. Jenny
Maloney was in the bed, hair loose and spread over the pillows that propped
her up. Her large breasts rose and fell in a filmy white top, the rest of
her obscured by the blankets. My eyes fell on the controller in her hand.
"The correct way for you to enter a woman’s bed is from the foot and under
the blankets. Do not let your cock touch the linen. You cum," she warned,
"and you’ll receive pain you’ll never forget."
Gingerly, I crawled under the blankets, my ass high in the air to avoid
contact my hard cock with the smooth bed linen, as I knew, if my cock
touched it, I would cum.
I crawled between her spread legs and, in the musty confines of the bed, I
could smell her sweet perfume of her pussy. "Please Madam," I called from
under the blankets. "May I lick you?"
"You may," came her imperious reply, muffled slightly from the blankets and,
once again, I commenced my task, my stiff cock trembling with desire.
In the darkness, I could just make out the wonder of her pussy, the light
coloured pubic hair that had been shaved into a narrow strip and the wet
full lips. I felt the blankets move and a sudden rush of light and cool air
on my ass told me my bottom half was now clearly exposed while above my
waist was covered by the blankets as I focussed on my task.
I heard the door open and I inwardly cringed in embarrassment but dared not
stop. The rattle of cups and a female voice.
"Is that nice?" A slight giggle.
"A wonderful way to wake up," Jenny said.
"I’ll leave your breakfast here. Puppy looks like he’s got his mouth full."
A tinkling laugh and I wondered who it was. The door closed and soon, Jenny
was moaning above me and rushed to a wet orgasm. Absurdly, I was proud of
myself.
"Out," she snapped and I slid out of the bed, careful not to touch the linen
with my cock, and knelt next to the bed, looking up at her.
"Please, Madam," I begged. "Can I cum?"
"Not yet," she said dismissively. "You haven’t earned it."
Haven’t earned it, my mind screamed! Three women and I haven’t earned it? I
wanted to punch her in the nose as the anger bubbled in me, anger at what
they had done to me and what they were continuing to do.
"You fucking bitch!" I screamed, raising my arm to strike her. She flicked
the controller, the pain hit me like a torpedo to the balls and I writhed in
agony for what seemed like hours.
Maloney slid out of the bed, her nightgown falling around her thighs, the
controller in her hand. "So, not that docile any more?" she said.
"I’m sorry, Madam," I whimpered, tears in my eyes, wishing I could cradle my
balls.
"Oh, you don’t know how sorry," she said coldly and her finger tightened on
the controller. Wave upon wave of red tinged pain rolled over me until I
collapsed into unconsciousness.
I slowly came around, groaning and whimpering as I remembered the pain,
lying on the floor of another room. Blinking, I recoiled in shock as I saw
CJ and Leonie seated in two chairs across the room. Both were in dresses and
both were casually smoking, watching me.
CJ crossed her long legs. "Looks like he’s back."
Leonie smiled. "Welcome back. Guess you know the rules by now. You speak
when spoken to and you call us madam. Got it?"
"Yes, Madam," I croaked.
"You’ve been a naughty puppy," CJ observed. "Very naughty. Upset one of the
medical staff. Can’t have that. God knows they cost us enough."
"Puppy has to be punished," Leonie smiled. " Puppy has to be fixed." Horror
ran through me at those words and I remembered Verity’s threat of
castration. They wouldn’t! Would they?
The door opened and Marilyn Rome swept in, followed by Kent and Maloney. "it
’s just a little set back," Marilyn announced calmly. "He’s been driven mad
by the sexual frustration."
"I thought that was the idea?" CJ said lazily, smoke twirling around her
regal face. She crossed her legs again, the slight rasp of nylon against
nylon and my cock stirred at the sound and the sight of her long legs in
shiny hose.
"Look, he’s getting hard again," Leonie giggled. "Just from a little show of
leg."
"He will learn his place in a while," Rome said. "The breaking down process
takes time."
CJ continued to stare at me. "We don’t have time. You’ve been too gentle."
"I wouldn’t say that," protested Marilyn Rome.
"I would!" CJ snapped. "I’ve spoken to Miss Langton. She wants the
additional modifications brought forward. Now." As I listened, I whimpered
in fear but they ignored me.
"If you insist," Marilyn Rome said stiffly. "Clara and Jenny. Please get him
ready."
They each took one of my arms and, sick with fear, I meekly let them lead me
to the examination table.
Jenny Maloney showed me the controller, eyes glinting. "Just disobey me
once," she warned. "Just give me an excuse." I shivered and lowered my head,
trying to escape her eyes. "Up on the table," she said and I climbed up.
They strapped me down and I looked up at the mirror, praying they weren’t
going to castrate me.
A flat metal collar was fixed to my neck and, with that little flash of
heat, was sealed. I knew it was permanent, just like the ring around my
balls.
"Open wide," Rome said, pressing my jaws apart. A small round, hollow
cylinder was pushed into my mouth, my tongue guided through it before it
rested against my teeth. Rome moved an instrument into my mouth and I felt a
sharp pain and then heat again.
"There," she said with satisfaction. My eyes widened with horror when I
realised my mouth was permanently open, a constant round hole with my
tongue in the centre. I panicked when I tried to swallow. "Relax," Rome
said. "Just focus on swallowing and you’ll be all right."
CJ walked into view and looked down at me. "Say hello, puppy," she said.
"Ullahh,"I listened to my garbled sounds in horror as the women burst into
laughter.
Leonie, laughing loudly, patted me on my bald head. "Puppies don’t talk,"
she giggled.
Rome produced a long forceps style instrument and seized my tongue.
Trembling, I watched her prepare piercing needles and tried to call out in
unintelligible protests when she calmly pierced my tongue and inserted three
round headed studs in a row down the tongues centre towards the tip. It was
painful but not unbearable.
"Saw it in Thailand," CJ told the group. "Increases the pleasure of the
woman. Great idea, isn’t it?" I watched the group of women nod in agreement,
my tongue feeling thick and heavy.
Jenny leaned forward, a cold smile on her lips as she used an electric razor
to remove my eyebrows. I looked up at my reflection and started to panic. I
didn’t look human, it was like I was looking at an obscene alien!
Rome looked up at CJ. "The ring?"
CJ nodded coolly. "Yup. Let’s not stop now."
With a quick motion, Marilyn Rome pierced my nose and I tried to cry out but
a gurgle was all that leapt from my open mouth. A gold ring was pushed
through the pierced nostril and sealed shut. A naked, skinned animal looked
down at me from the ceiling mirror, a small tear escaping from its eye.
Efficiently, Rome pierced both ear lobes and inserted ear rings with small
silver bells hanging from them, like the kind used on pet birds.
Clara and Jenny released the straps. Relief flooded over me, they weren’t
going to cut my balls off!
They pushed me to the floor and I rested there. "Get up," commanded CJ and I
unsteadily rose. When I reached crouching height I was hit by another wave
of pain and I immediately dropped to the floor amidst the laughter from the
watching women.
"Ain’t that a bitch," Leonie said. "Puppy can’t stand up!"
"Guess you got to stay on all fours," sneered Jenny, revenge clearly on her
agenda.
"Your neck must not be higher than the controllers," advised Rome. "Keep
your head below our waist level and you’ll be pain free." I realised then I
was destined to scuttle along the floor like an animal.
CJ clipped a light chain to my nose ring." Come on, puppy," she said. "Time
for a walk." The women laughed, even Doctor Rome had a smile on her face as
I scuttled along side CJ like a chimpanzee.
As she led me down the corridor, I realised it would be better to crawl on
all fours and I did, her skirt brushing against me as she walked. I felt so
powerless and so humiliated, reduced to an animal, a plaything for these
hard women.
We entered a small library, the walls covered with volumes of books and some
stacked on a reading desk. CJ sat at the desk and smiled down at me. "One of
Miss Langton’s favourite positions for you will be under the desk. Move
there now."
Crawling under the desk, my mouth wide open, I was greeted with the sight of
CJ’s long legs in sheer nylon. My cock throbbed as she slid her skirt up and
opened her legs. She was wearing pantihose without panties and I could see
her sparse blonde pubic hair pressed against the nylon.
"Get to it," she snapped and I pressed my open mouth to the nylon and moved
my tongue with its three studs against her. My tongue hurt but I managed to
keep at it.
Above me, I heard the phone being used. "Hello, Miss Langton. CJ here. Yes,
modifications implemented as instructed." A small laugh." Yes, I’m trying it
out now. Yes, under the desk. All right."
The handpiece of the phone was pushed under the desk and pressed against me
ear. "Hello, Jerry darling," Verity’s voice sounded in my ear. "I know you
can’t talk," she giggled. "And you’ve got your mouth full." A shrill peal of
laughter and I blinked a tear away as I desperately tried to lick CJ’s pussy
through the nylon. "I’m looking forward to trying out those studs myself.
Tell CJ I’ve finished."
I pulled my face away and tried to talk. "Uughuuhg," the garbled sounds
echoed in my ear and I heard Verity burst into loud laughter down the line.
CJ pulled the phone up, said goodbye and hung up. Her hand pushed me away
and she stood up, pulled her pantyhose off and sat down again, her legs wide
apart. Without waiting for her instructions, I buried my face in her
glistening pussy and used the flat of my tongue and the studs to titillate
her clitoris while my hard cock throbbed endlessly in denial.
It didn’t take too long and she gushed into a powerful orgasm, her juices
slick on my hairless head. CJ pushed the chair out, stood and moved to the
centre of the room.
"Come here," she demanded and I knelt in front of her. "With the separator
in your mouth, your food will be in liquid form. Let’s test it." Her finger
grabbed my nose ring and pulled my open mouth hard against her pussy while
the other finger rested on the controller. "Don’t move," she warned. "And
don’t spill a drop."
Without warning, I felt her urine splash down my throat and I started to
panic. "Swallow," she said. "Focus on the swallowing." I was crying as I
swallowed her pee, crying from this ultimate humiliation. When she stopped,
she said, "Lick me clean," and I used my tongue to take the last drops of
her piss from her pussy.
"Good," she said, smiling with satisfaction as she straightened her skirt.
"Lie there, puppy," she said, pointing at a mat in front of an empty
fireplace. Weary, ashamed and the tears drying on my face, I laid down on
the mat and curled into a ball, careful to keep my hands away from my
throbbing groin.
That was how I spent my day, resting on the mat until a broth was placed in
front of me and, much to the amusement of Sammie, I lapped it up with my
tongue.
Towards evening, I was ordered under the desk once again and another pussy
slid into my view. I didn’t know who it was but I licked her to orgasm once
again. The studs did help but my jaws were aching at being forced open for
so long and I hoped they would take pity on me and remove the separator.
They didn’t and left me on the mat in front of the cold fireplace and I
managed a fitful and nightmare ridden sleep.
