The Stage by Thndrshark (Ff, bd, sm, tor, enema, toilet)

                                             The Stage

     Corri tried to shift in her bondage but found little room to flex. She had
been kneeling on the stone floor of her cell for two days now, unable to move
at all. Her arms, bound behind her until her elbows touched and wrists where
tight together, could no longer help her struggle. The wide collar around her
throat had been connected to an old, heavy ring in the floor by a piece of
strong chain. Her ankles had been strapped to her thighs to prevent her from
standing. She could not even cry out with the large ball gag filling her mouth.
The only food she had had in the last two days was the cum the owner, Mr. Tyrle
forced down her throat as he made her suck him off repeatedly. Corri still had
no idea what she was doing here or what had happened. 


     "Come in, Corri," Mr. Tyrle offered as he held the door open for her.
     "The ad said you are looking for floor talent. Is that much like a
waitress," she asked as she took a seat at the empty bar. The club, housed in
an industrial area, was empty this early in the morning. New to town, Corri
hadn't heard of it, but she needed the job and wasn't being particular. As Mr.
Tyrle handed her the application, Corri shifted her legs more suggestively.
Though she abhored using her body to gain favor, she wanted this position
regardless of what it entailed. This was her fifth interview and, despite her
experience when in Missouri, there seemed to be no immiediate positions
available. Mr. Tyrle had convinced Corri that he was definately hiring and
would love to meet her. 
     The form was typical until it got to the bottom. She reluctantly filled in
her measurents. She was proud of her good body and her 34C breasts. With her
blonde hair and dark eyes, she knew she would not have trouble in life. She was
determined to use those attributes now to get this job. Maybe it's for a
uniform, she thought as she moved to the next section. Even more unusual where
the questions about her personal life. She had no family in town nor any
friends yet, making the section simple to complete. She brushed off the strange
questions and turned her best smile to Mr. Tyrle.
     "What can I do to convince you that I'm the right girl, Mr. Tyrle?" As
soon as she said it, Corri regretted it. She didn't want to have sex with him
but that's how it came out. Regardless of her beautiful smile and beautiful
body, she was somewhat of a prude and proud of it. She sat nervously as he
looked over the application, ignoring her strange offer. Finally, he looked up
and smiled.
     "Can I offer you a drink? Coffee?" He jumped over the counter and began
pouring two cups. Corri took the moment to glance around the club. It wa quite
unremarkable, with a low stage dominating the center of the main room. Tables
seem to cover the floor, leaving no room for dancing. As she turned back, her
cup of coffee sat before her. To be polite, she sipped it as Mr. Tyrle made
small talk about Los Angeles. It only took a moment before Corri began to feel
dizzy. Mr. Tyrle was there to catch her as she fainted and slumped to the
floor.


    After the long period in darkness, the stream of light that poured in as
the door was opened caused Corri to squint. Hands grabbed her roughly, unhooked
her collar chain and unstrapped her legs, leading her out of the room. Corri,
afraid and disoriented, could hear a large crowd nearby as she was led down the
hall and into a large room filled with stage pieces and props. A temporary
shower was turned on and Corri was pushed underneath the cool water. Hands
scrubbed her body as others untied her arms. She was carefully washed, then
dried with large towels. Corri took the moment to look around her, wondering
what was going on. The harsh overhead lights back stage prevented her from
seeing to the distance; she could only see the people immediately around her.
Two girls dried her, the jingle of chains drawing Corri's attention down. She
could see the girls had cuffs and heavy chains holding their ankles and wrists
close. Wide collars where locked around their necks. Before Corrie could react,
she was led out of th shower area. Her wrists where raised above her head as
wrist cuffs where strapped on her. A matching set of ankle cuffs connected to
rings in the floor held her legs apart. The two girls quickly and expertly
shaved her pussy clean then turned their attention to the rest of her body. By
the time they where finished, she was clean shaven below her neck. Already
trimmed somewhat, the cool air on her bare clit felt strange. Released from her
standing bondage, wider, tighter cuffs where attached to her ankles and her her
arms where retied behind her. Once her wrists where bound and the strap around
her elbows had pulled her lower arms together, she could feel a new strap
circling her arms just above the elbows. The strap was pulled tight, forcing
her shoulders back even farther, pushing her breasts out as her back was forced
straight. The ball gag was rechecked and the collar removed as she was led out
through the curtains.
     The stage was lit with bright lights but Corri could still see the huge
crowd of people amassed before her. She tried to stop and turn, embarassed to
be seen naked and bound like this in front of others, but firm hands pushed her
forward. She could make out a simple contraption at the end of the stage. A
three foot tall pole stuck out from center stage. At its top, a half ring of
wide leather with attached end straps stood empty. Split wide and slightly
further down stage where two tall poles joined at the top by a crossbeam. The
poles, seperated by six feet, held two cables with clips at the ends, with the
other ends joining at a small winch. Corri was led to a position between the
poles and forced to kneel. She was ashamed at this public exposure, hanging her
head in shame. All hands left her then and she could sense the crowd hush as a
man approached her. Mr. Tyrle rested his hand on her blonde hair, stroking it
as he spoke.
     "Ladies and gentlemen. I bring you a new act tonight. This is Corri. She
has been captured for your pleasure and we will train her as a slave tonight.
The goal, as you all know, is to break her will on stage." The crowd roared in
excitement at this concept as a chill ran through Corri's bound body. Panic set
in as she listened to Mr. Tyrle. "We have a new dominatrix tonight, who uses
some unusual techniques to break her slaves. I think you should all enjoy her,
as well as the participation she will ask of you."
     The crowd applauded as Mr. Tyrle left the stage. Corri could just turn to
see a tall woman approach from backstage. She was a blonde beauty, at least 6
foot tall, covered in tight latex. She walked over to Corri and leaned to
whisper in her ear.
     "At the end of this evening, you will be a willing slave," she said
softly. "Don't do me any favors and give up early. Because I won't let up. I
will continue until I feel you have endured enough pain and humiliation." With
that she snapped her fingers and two of her slave girls ran out. Unlike the
simply chained girls who had washed Corri, these had obviously been through
much more. Both girls walked on stage wearing ballet point shoes strapped to
their feet. Both had been pierced multiple times and branded just above their
assholes. Corri shuddered to think what other tortures they had endured and
that she was just about to endure.
     Corri's ball gag was pulled out and replaced with a head harness of straps
that laced tightly around her head. The gag forced between her teeth was an O
gag, holding her mouth open. She was turned to sit just in front of the small
rod and forced to bend over until her neck rested in the leather cradle. The
straps where attached in back of her neck and pulled until the new collar held
her tight. She could only feel as the cables where attached to her ankle cuffs
and the winch turned, lifting her legs into the air. The crank turned until she
was pulled painfully taut. Her body was now at a 45 degree angle, her ankles
lifted high and wide in the air. Her newly shaven pussy and ass where displayed
toward the audience. Corri was helpless. Her neck was held tight to the pole by
the collar, her arms bound mercilessly behind her. She was exposed completely
to the audience. Even her large breasts dangled beneath her, available to the
mistress. 
     "Ladies and gentleman," the mistress said, addressing the audience. "This
evening, I will train Corri as my new toilet slave." Corri was unsure what this
meant, but she was sure it couldn't be good. "Thank you for your assistance
throughout the evening. Your deposits will prove to be a most helpful tool."
Corri watched as the two slaves rolled over a covered cart. The towel was
removed to show a clear glass container of greenish yellow liquid. Corri knew
that it was urine from the patrons of the club. 
     "First, I will start with some torment to bring Corri around." The
mistress brought a riding crop up hard on Corri's clit. The O ring could not
stop the scream that escaped her mouth as Corri yelled from the pain. She was
unable to escape the torment as another and another stroke landed on her pussy.
The crowd began to cheer with each scream of pain the whip stroke brought out.
After a few moments, as Corri began hardening to the pain of the crop, the
mistress switched to a rubber stranded whip. Now, rather than focusing only on
the upward strokes destined for Corri's pussy, the whip was now brought up and
down, alternately punishing her clit and her asshole. The new pain brought
Corri back to life and the crowd began clapping with the strokes. The torment
continued for twenty minutes as the mistress varied her stoke between her clit,
pussy and asshole, pausing every five minutes to tighten the winch, removing
any motion from Corri's body. Once finished, the mistress ordered one of her
slave girls to lick Corri's tortured crotch. The girl's tongue began arousing
Corri despite her recent punishment and new sounds, now soft moans, began
escaping her.
     As her slave pleasured Corri, the mistress slected two rubber straps and
kneeled down beneath her. A loop was slipped around the base of Corri's
dangling breasts and, without preamble, was yanked tight. The sudden pressure
caused Corri to break from the feelings of pleasure and refocus on her chest.
The strap was pulled so tight that the base of her breast was only four inches
in diameter. The greater portion was bulging out in a ball of tight skin,
slowly turning red from the limited circulation. Quickly, the other breast was
similarly bound, leaving two tight red orbs dangling beneath her body. Slowly
the pain built. The whistle of an object through the air gave little warning as
the mistress brought a bamboo cane up hard onto her bound breasts. Corri bucked
and screamed in agony as another stroke landed across her nipples. The pain was
excruciating as her punished breasts, increasingly sensitive from their
bondage, where marked with the heavy marks of the bamboo. After a short time
the whipping stopped while the mistress applied sharp nipple clamps to Corri's
abused nipples. The sharp teeth felt as if they where cutting off her nipples
as the chain that held them together was weighted down with small pieces of
lead. Corri could not stand the intense pain as the mistress resumed her
canning, lacing careful welts across her purple breasts.
     Close to fainting, Corri could sense that the punishment was finished for
now and she tried to regain her senses. Her breasts, still bound and stretched
by the heavy lead weights, where ebbing from the marks the cane had left
behind. Her attention was refocused as one of the slave girls attached a strap
to a ring at the top of her head harness and, threading it through her elbow
strap, yanked back hard, forcing Corri's head to tilt up severely. As the strap
was tied off, Corri could not push her head forward at all. She was now forced
to look straight forward. She could feel a new pressure around her ass. The
mistress lubricated a special butt plug then forced it deep into Corri's ass.
Corri gasped in pain. She had never had anything placed there and the shock and
embarassment brought tears to her eyes. She could feel as the mistress adjusted
something on the outside base and the ring just inside her anus grew seemingly
sharp extensions, holding the plug inside her despite any efforts to force it
out. The plug had a small valve control and a connection for a tube. The slave
girls rolled the large vat of urine between Corri's legs. A hose connected to
the base of the container was attached to the butt plug and the container
raised high. The patrons' urine began filling up Corri. The enema was large,
the three gallons of urine completely forced inside. Corri's eyes began
watering as her distended stomach brought a new pain to her. A squeeze pump
allowed the mistress to force the last few ounces into her victim and the small
valve was closed to hold it in.
    Corri was having dificulty staying conscious from the pain of the obscene
enema. Part of her wanted to vomit from the concept of having the waste of so
many strangers forced inside her, but she knew she would gain no sympathy from
the mistress. 
    A slave girl returned to Corri's head harness and attached a new device.
The gag fit precicely into the O ring, feeding a wide tube into her mouth and
positioning it toward the throat. The wide end held her tongue to the base of
her mouth while helping to hold her mouth wide. Wide rubber straps held the
contraption in place.
     "Ladies and gentlemen. Now we will commence the final test of our newest
slave girl." Corri could feel something being hooked to the butt plug then fed
underneath her. She saw the slave girl attaching a tube to the new gag in front
of her. She had little interest in this new torment as the pain from the forced
enema was a suitable distraction. She could feel the mistess lean in to her.
     "Corri, even if I haven't broken you yet, I will. You will never escape me
for the rest of your life. I will train you to service my every need, and any
other person as well. Welcome to slavery." The words cut deep into Corri's
soul. She knew in her heart she would never be released, and would serve this
woman, or anybody she was sold to, forever. But she still wanted to resist,
hoping it was all a nightmare.
     "I will now release the valve," the mistress said to the crowd. "Corri
must hold her bowels to prevent your enema from entering her mouth. We will, of
course, encourage her to forget her self control."
Corri nearly panicked and lost that control as her new mistress made the
announcement. She was in such pain from the pressure inside of her. She was
sure she could not stem the tide of the urine she held in her bowels. She felt
her mistress twist the valve on the butt plug and she quickly clenched down on
her anus to hold the flow. It took all her effort and, with little practice at
it, prevented all but a slight trickle to escape. The clear hose revealed a
couple cups of yellow liquid slipping out of her ass, running down the hose and
to the gag. The audience cheered as the urine disappeared into Corri's mouth.
     Corri nearly choked as the urine entered her gag. The gag was designed to
filter the liquid around her mouth before she was forced to swallow it. Her gag
reflex clamped her throat tight but the two cups alone where enough to fill her
cheeks before forcing the vile fluid down her throat. She knew better than to
inhale, knowing that if she where to drown in the enema the crowd would only
cheer louder. Corri fought the urge to throw-up and swallowed the urine. The
thought of drinking not only enema water but the piss of a crowd of strangers
brought new feelings of defeat. Corri slumped in her bonds in near collapse.
Unfortunately, her slight distraction allowed even more urine to escape her ass
before she frantically forced herself to clamp it off. Again she let the fluid
fill her mouth before forcing herself to swallow. She would not allow herself
to relax again.
     Without warning, the mistress began laying heavy stripes from a hard
leather whip across Corri's bound arms and back. The shock of the strokes
caused Corri to nearly lose control, but she had learned her lesson and steeled
herself for the onslaught. She was determined not to give in to this woman and
the sadistic audience around her. After 100 strokes, the mistress switched
whips to a 9 stranded rubber whip with knots in the end and refocused her
attention on Corri's bound and punished breasts. She had almost forgotten about
her breast bondage, but the first stroke of the horrible whip brought the pain
back. Her breasts, already purple from the tight rubber strap around their
bases, seemed to be splitting as the knots struck the taught skin. The nipple
clamps held tight despite the strokes, swinging the lead wide hard beneath her
and pulling the teeth tighter. Suddenly, a hard lash on her pussy caused her to
jump. One of the slaves was now bringing a thin, flat leather paddle up from
below, striking Corri's clit so hard the force lifted her body. The pain from
both whips was so intense, Corri began losing consciousness. Her throat, raw
from screaming behind the tube gag, only squeeked now as each blow sent a new
ribbon of pain through her body. Tears now streamed down her cheeks freely. The
third slave had brought out a tray of tools and quickly raised a tool up to
Corri's nose. She could only watch as the small teeth fit into her nostrils and
clamped down on her septum. With a quick squeeze, Corri could feel the tool cut
a hole through her nose. The pain was excruciating. The slave removed the tool
and slipped a heavy nose ring through the hole. As the two ends where joined,
she took a hot soldering iron and permanently merged the two pieces of metal.
As the ring was made a permanent fixture of Corri's face, a side effect began
creeping up the ring. The heat from the soldering iron began overheating the
metal. As the intense heat reached her septum, it cotterized the new wound.
Corri howled as her flesh was burned by the hot metal and the crowd cheered.
The tube was gushing with the enema fluid, coursing quickly from her ass into
her mouth. Corri fought away the pain and swallowed quickly, unable to turn
back the tide of her release. Finally managing to stop the flow, she drank the
rest of the liquid, nearly choking as she discovered a few solid pieces, no
doubt her own feces mixed amongst the urine.

     It took only two piercings of her tortured nipples and a brand new clit
ring before Corri had emptied her enema into her own stomach. The crowd,
ecstatic from the show, gave the mistress a standing ovation. Corri, still
bound tight in place, had passed out finally from the pain. The slaves removed
the butt plug then unlashed her ankles and removed the neck collar, pulling the
unconscious body up and to her knees at the feet of her new owner. Slowly,
Corri regained consciousness. But something had changed on her face. A sense of
defeat now covered her once proud features. Her head, slumped forward, gave
away the mistress's success. As the crowd continued to cheer, the mistress
attached a leash to Corri's new nose ring and led her off stage to her fate.