| Mistress Lubyanka | |
| Transformed - part 2 by Yvonne | |
| About me |
It had been a long night in Gaspazha´s little
cage and I had not had any sleep at all. I had Despite what Gaspazha had subjected me to the day before, I was starting to look forward to her arrival. Not because I wanted more of her treatment, especially not the caning, but I simply needed to go to the bathroom pretty desperately. The room was completely dark so the only sense of time I had came from how much my bladder wanted to be relieved. Based on that, I estimated that it was most likely mid morning. I was wondering how much longer I could go without peeing on the floor. Finally, the door opened and she came down the stairs followed by the same four men as the day before. When she stood in front of the cage looking down at me I could not help myself. “Please Gaspazha, let me go to the bathroom. Please, I beg you.” “I will let you go in a moment slave. But first I would like you to know what is going to happen today.” “When I let you out of your new home I am not going to shackle you as yesterday. But do not get any stupid ideas. If you do not obey every command you will be severely punished and I can assure you that any thought of escape is naïve. You are my slave and nothing can change that.” “Spasiba, Gaspazha.” My expression of ‘gratitude’ was only because I was afraid of the consequences if I did not thank her. I had not forgotten that I had punishment outstanding for not thanking her for being fucked by four men last night. “Today I will not only allow you to have sex with more men but I will also teach you how to apply makeup properly and to walk in high stiletto heels. And, I have picked out a gorgeous outfit that I know you will love to wear.” “Spasiba, Gaspazha.” She unlocked the cage and let me walk after her up the stairs. On the way up the four men came close behind me. She really meant business when she said there was no chance of rebellion. After relieving myself she made me shower and then we all returned to the basement again. Back in the dungeon again she instructed two of the men to bring a table with a mirror and a chair. She ordered me to sit. “Now, we both want you to start looking like a cheap whore. To that end you will have to start with nail polish and some makeup.” She placed a bottle of nail polish on the table in front of me. “Put it on, slave.” The nail polish was not too difficult and the lipstick was quite simple too. When it came to face makeup, starting with foundation I was struggling a bit more. The eye makeup was the most difficult though. The eye shadow was OK but with the eyeliner and the mascara I made quite a mess. Mistress seemed to be in a good mood, she just laughed at me and then she did my eyeliner and mascara properly. I also needed to have my entire body shaven. I am not particularly hairy so the shaving was not a major project but even so, having to shave my legs, arms, armpits, chest, stomach and my butt took some time. When she was done I had to admit, that the absence of my body hair made me feel even more naked than I had felt before. After the makeup and shaving came the clothes but not clothes I was used to wearing. She first gave me a girdle to put on followed by stockings and then a bra that had to be at least d-cup. Next, she gave me silicone breasts that at filled the bra. I had breasts that even Dolly Parton would be envious of! The wig she had chosen was quite something - black curly, hair almost down to my waist. The skirt she made me wear was a silver-coloured denim miniskirt and on top of that she gave me a purple t-shirt and a pair of purple shoes with 12cm stiletto heels to go with it. She told me look in the mirror and I had to admit that, since her goal was to make me look like a cheap whore, she had done a pretty good job. “What do you think, slave? Do you like it?” No I did not. “Da (Yes) Gaspazha. Spasiba.” “Good. Now stand up, I want to see you walk in those shoes. And please make an effort to look feminine. I would hate to have to punish you too much.” Try to look feminine? It was difficult enough to stand in those shoes without falling and breaking a leg never mind anything else. I did make an effort though. I wasn’t really sure what she meant by looking feminine but I was confident she would tell me. I was ordered to walk around the room. “I want you to walk like the whore you are. Your walk should entice men to want to fuck you. Keep your back straight so that you show off your tits and hold your head high and wiggle your ass.” It was a tall order but I did my best. I stumbled along, not caring too much if my back was straight just concentrating on walking. I could hear Mistress giggle. I was apparently the clown of the day. I walked around the room four times before she finally stopped me. “Now it is time for your punishment, slut.” She put cuffs on, strapped me to the cross and then removed my skirt. “I want you to know that this is in your own best interest. First, I will cane you twenty times because you did not thank me for being fucked four times yesterday. I want you to learn to show your gratitude whenever I allow you to be fucked. It is a simple question of showing the respect I deserve. After that, I will cane you another ten times so that you can learn to walk properly like the whore you are. What do you think of that, slut?” I closed my eyes in anticipation of the pain. Yesterday she had given me five strokes and that had been painful and now I was about to have six times that. What had I done to deserve this? “I am very pleased, Gaspazha. I hope I will learn to obey you. Spasiba Gaspazha.” No reply, just the sound of a cane heading for my buttocks followed by the pain. She was hitting a lot harder than the day before and I almost lost my breath on the first impact but she just continued. About halfway through I had tears running down my cheeks and with each stroke the pain just got worse. Finally, it ended, stroke number thirty hit me and I was convinced I would never be able to sit again. “Spasiba Gaspazha.” I was sobbing but I did manage to thank her in my usual genuine manner. She released me from the cross. “Now girl, even though I am far from done with your transformation you are a lot closer to looking like the pretty little slut I want you to be. You look like a healthy girl to me and I want it to stay that way so I want you to take vitamins every day. She produced two pills from her purse and told me to swallow them. She then ordered me to lie on my back. “Now, it would not be fair to ask you to take pills without offering you a drink. She produced a tube with a funnel at one end and stuck the tube into my mouth. Holding the funnel in one hand she pulled down her panties with the other, lifted her skirt and then started to urinate into the funnel. In no time the pee started to collect in my mouth. “Drink it, whore”, she said in a commanding voice. Fearing the consequences of disobeying her, I had no choice but to drink it. The taste was salty and not at all pleasant but not as repulsive as I had thought it would be. With a big smile she got up and removed the tube from my mouth. “As I told you yesterday, your fear of pain makes it so much easier to train you. I am very pleased with that. Now get up.” “Spasiba Gaspazha.” I was not sure if I had to thank her but thought better safe than sorry. “Now slave, I know that you are happy to be here but tell me what is it you enjoy so much about it.” She looked at me with a sinister smile on her face. Why did I find her most beautiful when she was at her meanest? “I… er…. I like er….” I was desperately searching for words but couldn’t find any. How could she ask me that? Only 24 hours earlier she had forced me to become her slave and now she wanted me to tell her what it was I liked about it. I knew I had to come up with something but what could I say? “I guess I like all of it,” I stammered. “Not the caning, surely” she said, her smile becoming even more wicked. “Well no, but I hope the caning makes me a more obedient slave for you, Mistress.” Fingers crossed, hopefully she bought it. I never found out though because she was distracted by the doorbell ringing. She sent one of the men up to answer the door and moments later he came back in the company of two other men “Well, as I told you yesterday you will today be fucked by even more men than you were yesterday. I already know how eager you are to be fucked. I heard you beg several men yesterday so I have decided today to provide you with a bit more of the pleasure whores like you enjoy so much. But today you won’t have to beg, we already know what a horny slut you are and we know you want dicks in your mouth and cunt. I hope you are grateful that I am willing to provide what a simple and unworthy slave like you wants. Are you grateful, slut?” “Yes Gaspazha, I am grateful. Spasiba.” And grateful I was, of course. Two of the men grabbed me by my arms and then escorted me to the pillory in the middle of the room. They placed my neck and arms in the appropriate places and then locked the pillory with two padlocks, one on each side. I was once again immobilised. And now, all I could do was wait for dicks to penetrate my ass. Or, did she call it my cunt? “You are now ready. Today, you will be fucked and give blowjobs simultaneously. I know already you will enjoy it. That is the way it always is with whores like you. Unlike respectable women like me you just can’t get enough dick. I find your unlimited drive for sex repulsive and I have no respect for you but I have nonetheless decided to provide you with what you crave. I hope you will not disappoint me, slave and later repay me by serving me well. Are you willing to repay me, slave?” “Da Gaspazha. Spasiba.” What choice did I have? I had to admit, however, that on top of being deprived of any choice by being placed in a pillory I was also developing a certain attraction to this young lady who was tormenting me so much. I did not want to. I felt sure if I had been able to choose myself I would have hated her with all my heart for the dreadful things she was forcing me to do but I just couldn’t. I had read before that people who were kidnapped often developed a certain, rather strange attachment to their kidnappers and that was exactly what was happening to me now. If not in love, I certainly liked her a lot. It made no sense whatsoever but sometimes feelings are hard to control. “You can go ahead now. Fuck the whore.” Almost immediately, I had a dick in my mouth, and only moments later, another one penetrated my anus. Or should I call it cunt? They went on and on. I had pricks in my mouth and my ass (cunt?) for what seemed like eternity. I thought it would never end. I lost count of how much sperm I was made to swallow. Two days earlier I would have dismissed the possibility that I could ever enjoy such a situation. But somehow I did and I was so totally embarrassed and ashamed by it. Finally, they had had enough. I think they all came at least twice. I had been well and truly violated and felt totally worn out. It was a relief to be released from the pillory and even to have the skirt back on again allowing me some dignity by not having my private parts on display. “Well slut, you have had your way now. You have had way more pleasure than any slave deserves. Don’t you think it is time for you to start repaying my kindness? You can start by kissing my shoes.” Cautiously, my lips approached her shoes. I had never before kissed the shoes of anyone and I did not feel inclined to start now. However, afraid of the consequences if I failed to obey her I complied and began to kiss her shoes. It was not that bad after all and I started to enjoy it. Gaspazha kept ordering me around and I followed her orders to the best of my ability. It was quite incredible what she made me do without question and much to my dismay and wonder I found I liked most of it. I was certainly starting to wonder about myself. Once Gaspazha was done with me for the day I was again locked up in my cage although I was no longer so certain that I needed to be locked up in order keep me there. Inconveniences aside, I was starting to feel at home. If only she could refrain from using that damn cane of hers.
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