Polk drifted back to consciousness. Prone on concrete. The unfinished basement. Feet were spread, ankles cuffed and bolted to the floor. Searing pain from her ass. Slowly recalled previous night’s events. Utter humiliation, outed, ass brutally beaten till she passed out.

Jolted alert by footsteps. Cassandra and Daniela appeared.

“What a mess. Bitch peed itself.” Only then did Polk register the smell of urine.

Cassandra “Bitch you are a mess. How do you feel about the party?” Confused she tried to clear her mind. Discover the expected answer. She couldn’t.

“Speechless?” Shoved a foot under Polk’s face. She kissed it.

“Did you love the humiliation?”

“Yes Empress.”

“Was it enough?”

“No Empress.”

“Daniela what do you think?”

“Calling a nurse who works at the dungeon. Will check the ass. A few deep wounds may need care. She’ll clean it too.”

“Good. No painkillers right?”

“Yes. Daniela the Destructor allows no wimping out.” Cassandra laughed at the third person reference.

“Bitch. Daniela specializes in breath play. Smothering, choking, drowning. It’s the ultimate fear play. Bring you to moments from death. Struggling to breath, lungs burning. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“Yes Empress.” Horrified.

“There you are Daniela a slave ready to die under your ass.”

“Too bad she’s so ugly. Nobody will care if she dies.”

Polk drifted back to unconsciousness. Snapped back to two voices. It was Barbie. Other the nurse?

“Please hood it. Don’t want her seeing me.” Barbie pulled a nylon hood over her head.

Ass examined. Needle used to drain a couple of blood blisters. Liquid poured on the ass. Polk screamed.

“Oh be quiet. She’s disinfecting it. What a masochist drama queen. Ignore her she loves it.”

“Here’s some adult diapers. Use them when she showers. I’d wait a least a day.”

“Thanks sweetie.” Barbie dropped off a few power bars and a bowl of water.

“Will be back down later with your laptop. Cassandra says you work remote now. Don’t forget your special assignment.”

Bars and water helped Polk come back to full consciousness. Barbie returned and plugged in the laptop. Knelt to come face to face.

“Can you smell it? Sniff my cheek. Ate Cassandra for an hour last night. Sooo good. Toodle-oo.”

Polk got on her laptop. Anguished by Barbie’s teasing. Tried to clear her head but the blazing pain from her ass made it difficult. Saw an email. Various pics of her tits. Remembered her assignment and got to work.

Days later moved into a small spare bedroom. A wooden chair and metal bed frame. Nothing else. Isolated for days. Barbie her only contact bringing food and water. Dragged her to the bathroom for showers. Most difficult for Polk, her toilet was a metal bucket in the bedroom.

Isolation was comforting. Except Cassandra people were worthless or evil. Submitting to and embracing Johanka’s sadism only a means to be with Cassandra.

Finally activity. Barbie dressed her. The high heels and very short skirt. No underwear. See through mesh halter top.

Four women took a short ride. Another upscale condo tower. Cassandra and Johanka drawing attention in the lobby. Two very tall gorgeous women. Polk tried to hide behind them.

Upstairs Jane greeted them. Cassandra was the only one happy to be there. Johanka and Barbie were bored. Polk knew something bad was in store. Took off her clothes and knelt. They left her in the entryway.

Place is upscale but furnished 1950s style. Stank of cigarettes. Jane gave the three a walk through. Settled in the living room with drinks Barbie served from the bar.

Cassandra “Jane thank you for the invitation. What’s the special equipment you mentioned?”

“Barbie pull that out here.” Pointed to a contraption hidden in the corner.

“Are you ladies familiar with a queening chair? Or maybe a smother box? This is a unique design from an acquaintance. Adjustable for both the dominant and slave. Her slave husband makes them.”

“Looks like a workout machine. Without the seat.”

“Quite. The back is adjustable. Upright more of your weight rests on the slave. Slave seat its head goes here.” Pointed at what looked like a massage table headrest just above the floor.

“Head holder can be moved back and forth. Helps position the mouth for your ass or vagina. This is a locking strap to secure the head.”

“Bitch!” She crawled in.

“You can get a slave tray to completely immobilize their body. I prefer to cuff them. That way they can squirm. Barbie get the cuffs. Bottom drawer of that bureau.”

They worked together cuffing wrists to a waist belt. Ankles cuffed together. Pulled Polk under the chair. Jane pulled the strap tight across the forehead. Barbie was wet. Imagined herself immobile beneath Cassandra.

“Let’s demonstrate.” Jane took off her skirt and sat. Pussy enveloped her mouth. Nose right on the clit. Jane moved her feet up onto foot holders. All her weight now on Polk’s head.

“Eat. Rule is eat what is put on or in your mouth. Got it?” Looking down at Polk’s blinking eyes.

“Nice. She’ll alter the design?”

“Of course. It is their retirement business. Used to be a mechanical engineer. She enjoys the challenge. Her slave is a master craftsman. And they test them completely. Watch this.” She put a video on the TV.

Chunky woman wearing a broad brim hat and sunglasses. Hairy slave with a big beer belly. He crawled into position. She locked his head in. Slave’s hands and feet were free.

Woman sat with the seat inclined far back. Gave a running commentary. In that position almost no weight on the slave and he could just reach her pussy with his tongue. She adjusted it up several times.

Proceeded to show moving the slave’s position. Fully back her ass was squarely on his mouth. In that position air completely cut off. Video ended as his body floundered. “Happy smothering!”

Polk concentrated sucking on the old pussy. Like licking an ashtray. Hoped they wouldn’t have her eat Jane’s ass.

“Jane am curious why you do not have a permanent slave?”

“A little older now. Not as sexy. Plus I wear them out. Need oral hours everyday. Got spoiled young. Few slaves can handle that long term. Last one was good. Regularly took her to passing out. Months of that she quit.” Woman had no remorse. Polk could take pain. The wondered of being smothered petrified her.

“Good slaves are so hard to find. Barbie’s a good sex toy but not really a slave. And Polk is fucking hideous. Only with us for finances.”

“At least she has that. Barbie is so sexy. Feel free to send her over anytime. Maybe I can break her in for you.”

“Barbie be a good girl and fill Jane’s drink. Show her what a good servant you can be. Jane she is too good a sex toy to share sorry.”

“I know, that’s ok. If Johanka doesn’t kill this one I’ll take her. Wouldn’t that be special bitch?” Smiling down into Polk’s eyes.

“Daniela says no money to be made off her. We’ll keep you in mind.”

“Oh I am so sorry. Forgot to let the slave drink. May I Cassandra? Are you thirsty?” Polk tried to writhe but was trapped.

“Certainly bitch must be thirsty.”

Jane shifted forward a little. Her weight fully on the mouth. Stared into her eyes and reached down to pinch the nose shut. Let lose an acrid stream of piss. Polk forced to drink it. Stream lasted a minute. Barbie almost came. Degrading a sub was her favorite domme play.

“Polk is so lucky to have such a nice hostess. Sure she’ll visit again.”

“Cassandra you are welcome to leave her.”

Johanka “Kassia this is boring. Let’s go.”

“Jane thank you. Please text me that lady’s contact info. Send Polk back Sunday night.” Polk couldn’t believe Cassandra left her.

“Let yourselves out. Time to teach her to eat ass.”

Polk was depressed. Degradation by Jane screwed her up. Felt that Cassandra was gonna get rid of her. Spent the whole week buried in work. Alone in her cave.

Weekend brought respite. Saturday morning after Barbie left for work the couple brought to her to the basement. It had been completely transformed.

“Bitch this is my present to Jo. No more attic. Your very own dungeon torture chamber.” Polk was overwhelmed. It was straight out of a Hollywood movie. Whips, canes, cuffs, ropes, chains hung on the walls. One corner was a gyno table. Another was a tiny corner cell with real looking prison bars. Various other things she had never seen. Pulleys on the ceiling and high on the walls. Each wall had a large TV centered on it.

“Kassia it is perfect.” They hugged and kissed.

“Polk today is your chance. Make Jo happy and maybe I’ll let you eat me. Be a good pain slut. Ok?”

“Yes Empress.”

Johanka placed her below a pulley. Small linked chain hanging from it. Cuffed her hands behind. Produced two very large safety pins. Pierced each nipple. Polk tried to stay quiet but grunted with each. Pins closed on the bottom link.

“Jo you are devious.” Kissed. Other end of the chain was pulled till Polk had to go up onto the balls of her feet. Johanka attached the chain to a hook on the wall.

“Ugly cunt stand still. Do not rip your nipples off. Punishment for failing is a hundred times worse.”

Johanka spent a few minutes looking over all the instruments. Polk’s feet straining to not move.

“Kassia please get me wet.” She fell to her knees and gobbled up the pussy. Johanka watched Polk expressionless. Played with a long thin plastic cane.

Blows came rhythmically onto her calves. Minutes passed. Johanka showed signs of sexual pleasure. Maintained the beating. Polk determined to survive. Beating stopped after several orgasms. Cassandra rose and they kissed deeply. Polk dizzy but stayed up.

“Bitch you made it. Congratulations.” They unpinned her. Blood dripped down her torso.

Cassandra sat on a reclining chair. Pulled Polk’s face into her pussy.

“The more you suffer the happier Jo is. When she’s happy you can eat me. Let’s go for ten orgasms.” Polk elated with her reward put all her focus into pleasing Cassandra.

“Kassia what do you think? Which of these?” Moments of quiet.

Cassandra let out a long slow sigh. Polk heard the blow coming. Heavy wooden cane slammed the middle of her back. Hid her groan in the pussy. Cassandra held her tight by the ears.

Ten orgasms and ten blows. Polk’s body echoed like a drum with each blow. Johanka used all her might. Wet with the fantasy of breaking ribs.

Finished Johanka locked her into the corner cell. Only enough room to stand. She watched as the couple sixty-nined on the floor. So excited having gotten to eat Cassandra’s pussy she did not feel her back swelling.

Routine now was weekdays locked in her room working and weekends in the basement dungeon.

Dungeon warming party. Started late on a Friday and did not completely break up till early Sunday. Only the young crowd including several women Polk had never seen. Oldest the thirty year old domme Daniela.

Polk was locked in the cell. Only an observer Friday night. Daniela and Johanka went through and discussed all the accouterments. Barbie and an obese naked blonde served food and drinks. Blonde and a tiny dark haired Latina were the only others naked. Polk assumed they were slaves too.

Atmosphere was relaxed. Small BDSM cocktail party.

“Daniela appreciate your time and slaves to demonstrate for us.”

“Cassandra and Johanka what a wonderful home dungeon. Female focused one, unlike my pro dungeon. Most of my BDSM work and videos feature male slaves.” Put up a video onto the TVs.

“Anything can be used to punish and afflict slaves.” Video showed an old man crawling as she fucked his ass with a broomstick.

“Cono bring el diablo.” Latina brought her a large dildo.

“Touch your toes.” Daniela made a show of shoving it in the pussy. One quick thrust. Slave did not react.

“Cono has been training with me for about a year. Very good at accepting insertions. Not surprising. Previously worked as a stripper whore. All three holes well used and compliant. I added size, surprise, and agonies. The more pain she can take increases our profits. But we do not allow marks. We provide other methods to torture her. She hates the pain which is good for business. Male sadists pay a lot for her suffering. Right Cono?”

“Yes Domme Daniela.”

“Go get the ginger tray.” She did, without removing the dildo. Inured to it. Brought back a small tray.

“Johanka my specialty is taking historic torture methods and using them in the modern BDSM context. Jo take this. Shave it down to a slim piece. Yes that’s good.” She picked it up and showed the group.

Cono spread her little pussy wide. Frowning. Took the ginger and pressed it inside her urethra.

“She’s trained to perform without force or instruction. The fresh piece of ginger in a body orifice is quite painful. Ancient torture called figging. Traditionally the anus and vagina. Usually you should provide a method to remove it. I have not because Cono is learning extremes. The burning will build. Later when I allow it to be removed she will struggle and cause more pain trying to pull it out. She’s been a bad slave by not pushing it far enough in.” Daniela pushed it farther in.

Polk trembled at the wondered. Fear built as Johanka prepared a large piece. Pushed a large needle through the base.

“Spread ass ugly cunt.” Polk presented her anus. Johanka slowly shoved it in till the needle lay across the anus.

Cassandra “What do you say when you receive a gift?”

“Thank you God for your generous gift.”

“Right now her fear is the worst. Burning in her ass will grow slowly and steadily. Temptation to rebel and pull it out will build too.”

“Ugly cunt if you even try I will beat those tits off.”

“Daniela why only use Cono this way? She’s so pretty with that tight little spinner body. Wouldn’t porno sex toy be more profitable?” Cassandra thinking about company.

“Not really. We have built a long term clientele and ties within the BDSM community. These kind of things draw good money and I think she will last longer. Hard porno burns them out fast. Just have to be careful because male sadists want to mark her up and destroy that body.”

“Are you and I the only female sadists around?”

“Jo depends on how you define sadist. Not nearly as many as men. With females it is more about power and emotional abuse. Beating Cono would not excite me at all. But watching her expression as we fig her does. Look at her. She’s apoplectic thinking of the pain to come.”

“Cono how do you feel?”

“Mistress Johanka scared. Had ginger in my ass before. Wanted to die. Pain lasted long after it was removed. Pee hole will burn for days.” Tears flowing.

“Cono what will you be willing to do if I allow you to remove it now?”

“Domme Daniela anything but this.”

“Let us explore that. Since you were a whore for two years cannot be anything sexual. You’d love that. Jo ideas?”

“No marks. Difficult. Barbie do we have Tabasco sauce?”

“Two bottles.”

“Daniela can Cono snort a bottle of Tabasco?”

“Oh that sounds delicious. Cono you can remove it if you snort a bottle of Tabasco, one per nostril.” Girl crestfallen. Sure she could not complete that task. Try and fail Daniela would do something worse.

“Domme Daniela can I keep the ginger in the peehole?” Evil grins.

“Granted. You can keep it in till six in the morning.”

Rest of the night the two slaves stood crammed together in the cell. Daniela did a BDSM show with the obese slave. It was covered in humiliating tattoos. Slave name pig.

Show ended with pig suspending by its rope bound tits. Group was surprised such a heavy woman could be hung that way without tearing them off.

Saturday afternoon the group reassembled. Cona and Polk were exhausted. After ginger removal their holes still sizzled.

“Bitch time for a reward. Ready to ride your horse?” Polk welcomed it. Maybe it would distract. Mounted the Cowgirl vibrator. Hurt like hell to sit down.

“It’s being trained in orgasm control. Rides in two states. Orgasm or no orgasm. Today let’s play orgasm.” She flipped it on the highest setting. Polk’s body recoiled.

“Must constantly orgasm. Failure results in…” Looked at Johanka.

“Cane its cunt. 100 strokes.” Polk started coming. Minutes ticked by.

“That’s ten minutes. Longest she’s gone before. Today twenty.”

Barbie “Hey her eyes are rolled back.”

“Brain is on overload. Only thought is to cum and survive. Watch closely. Ladies.”

Daniela put a thin four inch wide piece of wood under the sock tits. Johanka held a battery staple gun. Stapled each tit four times. No reaction from Polk. Clapping. Little body was now shaking from the constant orgasms.

Several of the audience pinched and slapped Polk, getting no reactions. Fascinated by the ingenious torture.

“Three two one off.” Machine stopped but Polk kept going. Took almost a minute before she collapsed off the vibrating machine. Shaking and flopping about. Laughter at the ridiculous display.

Saturday late night Cono and Polk were again the center of attention.

“All right bitch. Does your clit hurt? Is your asshole burning?”

“Yes Empress thank you.”

“Want you to recover faster so I’ll be nice. Let’s ice you down.” Cassandra dragged out a large kiddie pool. Polk sat in it. Barbie got a cart with bags of ice. She and the pig slave dumped ice in. Cassandra poured in some pitchers of water.

“Icing will help with the swelling. Bonus is excruciating pain. Thirty minutes should do it.” Covered to the waist Polk shivered.

“Daniela here’s our new furniture. Specialty made queening chair.”

“Wonderful. Always on the lookout for better ones.”

“Designed and built to my ideas. Try it out.” Together they placed Cono in the slave position. No bondage not even the head strap.

“Training Cono to asphyxiate with no struggles. She’s gotten quite good. How about the asshole tonight.”

“Domme Daniela I dream of dying under your beautiful asshole.”

Daniela got naked. Climbed onto the chair. Sat full weight on the little slave. Her massive ass enveloped the slave head. Signaled the pig and Barbie. They both knelt and began sucking on her large natural breasts.

“Daniela how do you know when to let her breath?”

“Tricks of the trade Cassandra. Maybe I don’t give a fuck if she dies?” Raised her ass for two gasped breaths then pushed back down.

Daniela clearly turned on at the attention. Smothering over a minute at a time. Pulled Barbie’s hand to her pussy for fingering.

When she finished and got up Cono stayed laying still, gasping, face reddish purple. Even frozen Polk would not change positions.

“Everybody is welcome to take a turn on her. But no killing her that’s mine.”

Cassandra offered up Polk to eat pussy. Had large winter rubber boots so their feet would not freeze or get wet. She and Johanka made out. Cassandra wet from the power rush.

Evening was capped off by Daniela demonstrating a wrestling sleeper hold. Choked Cono into unconsciousness repeatedly.

Sunday early party ended with Polk tightly bound under the queening chair. Terrified. Daniela brought her to the edge of consciousness and relented.

“Polk are you in pain?”

“Yes Empress.”

“Describe it.”

“Ugly tits throb from the staple wounds. Clit and pussy swollen from riding. Asshole swollen and still burning. Thank you Empress.”

“Time to release you from all the pain. Daniela please.”

Daniela smiled down at Polk. Waited letting tension create.

“Bye bye.” Sat full force. Polk panicked her bound body convulsed. Blacked out.

She fluttered awake. No longer bound, laying on the floor. Next to her Johanka kneeling sucking Cassandra feverishly. Cassandra hands on hips staring down at Polk. Flush in the power glow of breaking Polk.