Repost: A Year Of Slavery 1-2 by debs nc,bdsm,tort,sex,MM/FF/f

[Johnny P]

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex, violence, rape and
torture. It is definetely NOT for anyone under 21 or who is offended by such
material. This story is fictional and any resemblence to anyone dead or alive is
purely coincidental. I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all
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A Year of Slavery # 1-2
"Caught And The Contract"
by; debs
Edited by; Johnny P

As I followed Goldie through the large office complex to the ladies
room my plight became more bizarre. As we entered I was about to remind
Goldie of our long friendship and inquire how she was involved. Before I
could speak a syllable she turned and said "strip bitch". The usually
soft gentle voice had turned hard and commanding. I became instantly
fearful of this large black woman. She reminded me of the two black
guards in the prison film I had been given. From the look on her face I
knew there was nothing I could do but obey. She had the same look as the
guards who had been torturing the poor Spanish girl.
As I fumbled with the buttons of my dress I noticed for the first
time that Goldie was carrying a large attache case. This was put on a
sink and I was told to speed it up. As I removed the dress and stood in
bra, pantyhose and heels a very strange feeling came over me. A feeling
of total embarrassment. I had been nude in front of women before in
dressing rooms and such but this was different. I had never been
ordered. I had never been owned.
Goldie studied me for a minute and loudly said "everything bitch,
take it all off". Was this to be my new name. They seemed to use it very
freely. I would later learn it was better than most of the names I was
called.
Afraid to do anything else, I unhooked my bra, put it on the sink
with my dress and took off the heels and pantyhose. Totally embarrassed
I tried covering my nudity with my arms. I was quickly ordered to put my
arms at my sides, stand straight and face forward. I felt the flush of
humiliation cover me from head to toe. I was now on display like never
before. Goldie devoured my nudity with her eyes. Her gaze covered every
detail of my body. To make sure nothing was overlooked she walked around
me several times.
Time stood still. Here I was, completely naked in a public bathroom
with the Winstons maid surveying me. I burst into tears and tried to
grab my dress. This brought an instant reaction from the black maid.
Before I was able to get my hand on the dress she was behind me with her
arm around my neck. I now realized how strong and agile she was for a
big woman. The more I struggled the tighter her grip on me became. Again
I knew I was beaten. I stopped struggling and she relaxed her hold on
me. She came in front of me, put her face only inches from mine and said
"you stupid white cunt, you ever do that again I'll beat you till you
bleed". I stood there looking down at the floor knowing I was doomed.
She must have sensed the fact my spirit was broken and began to take
full advantage. She continued her appraisal of me. I was told to turn,
lift my arms over my head, bend over, even spread my legs. I did as I
was told. This gave her greater confidence. She reached out and grabbed
one of my breasts roughly feeling its size and weight. Her fingers moved
to the nipple and I felt a stabbing pain as she squeezed me in her
strong fingers. Without releasing her grip the other hand moved between
my legs. As she continued to pinch and probe I began to sob. My reaction
made her angry. I was told to stop crying or I would be given something
to cry about. Afraid to get her even more angry I tried to stifle the
sobbing.
Even now as I sipped on the tea the events of that day raced through
my brain. Goldie had given me my first taste of torture, mental torture.
I remember how she asked me if just what she was doing made me cry, what
would I do when the real pain begins. I stared back in silence but she
could see the panic in my eyes. She decided to make the most of it. I
recall some of her words even now. "It don't take much to make you cry.
What you gonna do when they whip those tits and that blonde cunt. What
you gonna do when they stick needles in that sweet white ass. How you
gonna act when they fill you up with a big hot enema. You gonna cry when
I make you eat my big black pussy". She went on and on. Even now after
so many things have been done to me that first day of my captivity stays
fresh in my mind.
My thoughts strayed back to the ladies room. After the fondling and
verbal abuse, Goldie decided it was time to get ready for the Drs.
visit. She opened the case she had been carrying and took out a bottle
of Massengill Douche and three Fleet Enemas. She handed them to me and
told me to go into a stall and clean myself out. By now I knew better
than to refuse so I just took the packages from her and proceeded into a
stall. By reflex I turned to latch the door but found her standing in
the way. This was the first of many indignities I was to suffer. She was
going to watch as I did what is mostly done in private. As I squatted
over the bowl with the douche I realized what else she had given me. Why
did I need an enema to see a gynocologist. I asked the question but did
not get a reply. She did although take great pleasure in telling me how
this examination was going to be much different than any I had in the
past.
Was that ever an understatement. Totally embarrassed I finished the
task I was given. Next I was handed some make up, a brush and hair spray
and told to make myself presentable. When I was done fixing myself, I
automatically reached for my clothes. As before, my hand was slapped
away. Goldie again reached into the case and took out a neatly folded
stack of underwear. She gave it to me and told me to put it on. The
first piece was a black padded push up bra. I asked why this was
necessary and told that "Mrs. Winston wants you to wear it". The next
article was a black waist cincher. As I picked it up I could feel how
heavy it was. It was the old type with metal rods in it. Next were a
pair of off black stockings and a pair of black pumps with 5 inch heels.
I was puzzled, why these clothes to see a Dr. Again I asked and was
given the same answer,"because Mrs. Winston wants it that way".
I remember trying to put the cincher on only to find it to small. I
have a small waist but was unable to get the hooks even close. Goldie
was only too happy to help and by the time it was in place my ribs felt
like they were being crushed. I was forced to stand perfectly straight
and take very short, small breaths. Glancing in the mirror I saw how
this garment made my waist much smaller and my hips and bust seem even
larger. I needed help with the bra also, again it was too small. My
breasts are a 34-D but looked twice as large in this bra. They bulged
over the cups and stood high on my chest. Breathing was getting more
difficult. Next came the stockings and shoes. The cincher made it
impossible to bend to get the garters attached so again it required
Goldies assistance. She took her turn with me again. While she had
helped with the bra she managed to pinch and squeeze my breasts. Now her
fingers were feeling their way into me, but I was afraid to say or do
anything.
Again I looked in the mirror and the image was bizarre at best. I
was not dressed for a trip to the Dr. but more for a night of wild sex.
Why had they made me dress in this manner? I could not help but think
about what kind of Dr. this was. I found out soon enough. I was allowed
to put my dress back on and we left the ladies room.
Mrs. Winston was waiting at the elevator and asked Goldie if
everything was all right. The maid assured her all was as it should be.
I remember the ride in the limo. No one said a word. I was having
trouble sitting due to the strange lingerie I was forced to wear.
Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult. In a short time we
arrived at an upper east side brownstone. The shingle read Dr. V. Kim
M.D.
I was extremely nervous and the thought of having a little oriental
man do the most intimate examination of my body did little to help me
relax. The events that followed make me shudder even now.
Mrs. Winston told the driver to wait and that we would be
approximately 3 hours. Why so long I remember thinking. The three of us
walked up to the door and Goldie rang the buzzer. I recall looking
around as if hoping for rescue. A small oriental woman answered the door
and my first thought was she must be the nurse. Her and Mrs. Winston
exchanged greetings and we entered. The office was much the same as any
other successful Manhatten Dr. The oriental woman asked Mrs. Winston if
she could get her any refreshment. The reply shocked and sent waves of
fear through me. Mrs. Winston said "no Dr. Kim I would prefer to get
started, we have a lot to do".
This could not be the Dr. I had never been to a female Dr. of any
kind in my life. The very thought of being touched and examined by
another female made me turn toward the door and try to get out. As I had
learned earlier Goldie was very fast and grabbed me before I took more
than three steps. as I struggled and begged Mrs. Winston to please let
me leave, I heard the Dr. tell Goldie to bring me to the special room in
the basement. She added all was ready and we would not be disturbed. My
arm was twisted behind my back and I was forced down a staircase into
the basement. My protests became louder and finally I was yelling for
help.
As if I was not even there I heard the Dr. tell Mrs. Winston that I
could scream as much as I wanted, everything was of course sound proof.
The vivid memories did little to calm my nerves. I sipped more tea
and lit another cigarette. I tried to focus on the TV. Anything not to
think more of that day. But as usual the memories came crashing back. I
recalled how Goldie pushed me toward a metal door. The Dr. had the key
ready and pushed it open. Inside was what appeared to be a normal
examination room, the sight of which calmed me momentarily. The four of
us entered and I remember the door being locked behind us. Now I was
totally at their mercy. Goldie released me and I began to look around.
Everything seemed to be in order until I looked at the examining table.
There were restraining straps all over it. Even the stirrups had straps
attached to them. Again I began to scream and beg. The three other women
just watched in amusement. After a time I realized my feeble attempts
were in vain and I started to quiet down. It was then that Mrs. Winston
began to speak.
I was told that no more outbursts would be tolerated and if I
protested in any way I would be immediately punished. Mrs. Winston
opened her bag and took out what looked like a flashlight. She asked me
if I knew what it was and I said no. She told me it was called a cattle
prod and it was used to help handle cattle, horses, and other large
animals. She explained how it sent a high voltage electrical shock into
whatever it touched, and if I did not follow her instructions to the
letter, it would touch me. As she said the last word of the sentence she
placed it against my thigh.
The room exploded. I lost all my senses. I could not hear nor see.
My breathe was pulled from my lungs. Every nerve in my body screamed in
pain. I fell to the floor like a house of cards convulsing in agony. It
took several minutes for me to return to normal. Goldie helped me to my
feet. Mrs. Winston looked at me with her icy stare and told me that was
a small sample of what I would get if I disobeyed in any way. She had me
at her complete mercy. I never wanted to feel that cattle prod again.
She asked me if I understood and was ready to cooperate. I remember
putting my head down and saying yes mam.
I was next made to stand in the middle of the room as Mrs. Winston
made herself comfortable in a large chair and told the Dr. to begin. I
was reminded to follow the Drs. orders or face more punishment. I was
then told by the Dr. to remove my dress. I knew better than try and
argue. Quickly I undid the dress and let it fall to the floor. There I
stood on display again, a spectacle for the three woman to behold. This
was the first time Mrs. Winston had seen me without all of my clothes
on. She leaned forward in her chair as if to get a better look. At the
same time the Dr. was visibly licking her lips. Mrs. Winston was the
first to speak. "I can't believe our good fortune, she is perfect".
For the second time today I was made to turn, raise my arms, bend
forward, spread my legs. All of a sudden I realized I was not wearing
panties. Now I understood the ingenious design of the cincher. Although
the garters went down the sides of my legs the front and back of the
garment were cut high to fully expose my pussy and ass. Not only could
they have a perfect view but the Dr. would have access without removing
the cincher. The black underwear was a contrast to my milky white skin
and blonde hair. The sight of me in the provocative lingerie seemed to
inflame the women. I was told to walk around the room while they did a
thorough appraisal of my body. This seemed very strange coming from
other women. The next orders I received brought even more shame. I was
told to bend over and spread my ass cheeks. When I hesitated I was
quickly shown the dreaded cattle prod. I instantly put my hands behind
me and bent over. The three woman discussed that part of my anatomy. The
Dr. was reminded to make sure to check well as I would be used anally
very often. Before I could grasp what they were saying I was told to
stand straight, face forward and spread my pussy. I could not believe my
shame but obeyed the order. Mrs. Winston made me spread my legs so wide
it felt as if the tendons in my thighs would tear. Next I was ordered to
grasp my lower lips and spread them as wide as possible. I was then told
to insert a finger inside myself. Again I obeyed. The demands increased.
I was now told to force four fingers into myself. When they were
satisfied with the attempt I was told to stop and stand straight. My
humiliation was reaching new heights. Mrs. Winston was disappointed at
the fact I was unable to insert four fingers but the Dr. quickly
reassured her she would remedy the problem.
The memories were getting me more upset but I could not stop them. I
had to go to the bathroom and wanted more tea anyway. I checked the
time, 3 o'clock, the limo would be here at 6. I had a couple of hours to
try and rest. I went back to the bedroom and laid down again. My mind
went right back to the Drs. office. I was then told to remove the bra.
After fumbling with the hook I told them I could not get it off because
it was too tight. Goldie came up behind me and also struggled to get it
off. As it opened my breasts sprang free and I was able to take a deep
breath. Now they began to comment about my breasts. Mrs. Winston was
pleased with their size and shape and all the possibilities they
presented for tit torture. "What's that", I asked in a shaky voice. I
was told I would find out very soon. I did not know then how soon.
The Dr. came up to me and took one of my nipples in her fingers,
studying it closely. She seemed disappointed and explained to Mrs.
Winston how the small size of the nipple might limit certain activities.
Mrs. Winston got up from her chair and came for a closer look. I felt
like some laboratory specimen. The two women were inspecting my nipples.
The Dr. suggested waiting a few minutes until I was on the table. I was
feeling the panic well in my stomach.
Next the Dr. picked up a chart and started to write. She then began
a series of questions. I was asked my medical history, the history of my
family, my present health, any pregnancies, any abortions. Her questions
got worse. I was asked about birth control, previous sexual activities,
drug use, my menstrual cycle and even the last time I had sex or
masturbated. Before she put down the chart I was asked if I knew my
exact measurements and as I replied she put down the information.
Next in a rough voice she ordered me onto the table. I remember how
I hesitated hoping for something to happen. I knew once I was secured to
the table I would be totally at their mercy. The Dr. was getting
impatient and again in a voice that scared me ordered me on the table. I
was petrified. What would she do once I was secured. Some of the
comments I had heard were running through me. Was this to be my first
torture session. Why was this room here. Why was it sound proof. Was the
Dr. a healer or a sadist. Apparently she had done this before. How many
women came before me, and what became of them.
No matter how hard I tried to put all these thoughts out of my head
I just could not. I considered taking a valium but was afraid of the
reaction later on. They might be upset if I was not completely alert. I
decided not to drink any more tea for fear I might have to use the
bathroom during the party as it was called. I thought parties were
supposed to be fun, I knew there would be none for me this night.
I continued to sit in the dim room and lit another cigarette. No
matter how hard I tried my thoughts went right back to that first
meeting with the Dr. I recalled how after telling me to get on the
table, and me being too afraid to do so, the Dr. just reached for the
cattle prod. It made me move quickly.
I got up on the table as fast as I could. I had still not fully
recovered from the first jolt. Now the Dr. seemed to take on a different
attitude. Her face turned cruel and she had a strange fire in her eyes
as she adjusted my body. My legs were positioned into the stirrups and
secured. Goldie helped by securing my arms to straps on the side of the
table near the floor. This position proved painful on my shoulders but
served to make my breasts very prominent. Next straps were brought over
my hips and across my rib cage and tightened. I tried to move but could
not. I remember feeling totally helpless, but they were not done. The
Dr. came up to the top of the table and fastened another strap across my
forehead. I was now completely deprived of any movement and totally open
and vulnerable. The only freedom I had was that of speech.
Through the sobs I begged them to stop this and not hurt me. My
reply was laughter from the three women. Mrs. Winston came up next to me
and told me one of the reasons for me being there was to feel pain. She
explained how aside from it being necessary to check my physical
condition, they would take this opportunity to introduce me to their
world. The world of sadism directed at a helpless female. She continued
by saying how the three of them and many others found the greatest
pleasure in hearing the screams and watching the reactions of their
victims. It was now my turn to give them what they desired.
The memory of what happened next will stay with me for the rest of
my life. They all stood around me and began to undress. Although my
field of vision was limited I watched as they stripped down to their
underwear. The spectacle was indeed bizarre. Even what they wore was
unusual. Mrs. Winston was wearing almost the same things I was. Black
push up bra, black waist cincher with long garters and black stockings.
I remember thinking that for an older woman she still had a very good
body.
The Dr. was dressed in a black half cup corset that left most of
her small breasts exposed and ended just below her waist. Attached at
the bottom were long garters which framed her exposed pussy which was
free of any hair as was Mrs. Winstons.
My eyes went to Goldie. This was the most shocking of all. She was
wearing a flesh tone girdle which was in total contrast to her ebony
skin. The girdle started just below her massive breasts and stopped at
the top of a huge pubic mound. In a fast glance I was able to see how
heavy and well constructed this garment was. I had never seen a black
woman nude before and was shocked by her breasts. They had to be at
least a 48-D and hung well over the top of the girdle. The nipples were
jet black and the size of saucers. Her pussy was covered by a thick mass
of long, curly black hair.
I remembered how at that point I gave up all hope. I was surrounded
by three demons. I had entered hell itself. Now they were ready, my time
to suffer was at hand.
Even now safe in my room the hours that followed still bring on a
cold sweat. The Dr. began at my mouth. She forced my jaws apart and
inserted a devise that held it open. She had a dentists pick and checked
all my teeth. She was not gentle and made the examination uncomfortable
but bearable. Then she opened the clamp a little wider and began to
examine my throat with a tongue depressor. It was inserted deep and I
gagged.
Next she inserted a vibrator into my mouth which was in the shape of
a penis. It measured about 1 1/2 inches in diameter and at least 8
inches in length. It was forced deep into my throat. I immediately began
to choke and gag. The Dr. kept maneuvering it until I was sure I would
pass out. With my head secured as it was I could do nothing to fight the
thrusts of the object. It was withdrawn just as my vision turned black.
From somewhere under the table the Dr. produced an oxygen mask and I was
quickly revived. The clamp was removed and she made an entry on the
chart. She informed Mrs. Winston that I had very large tonsils and could
only accept small tubing, but would have no problem with oral sex. I
remembered trying to figure out what she meant by tubing, but my
thoughts were interrupted.
Next my blood pressure was taken and putting on a stethoscope she
checked my heart rate, more entries. She then moved to my breasts. Her
fingers kneaded the sensitive flesh checking for any lumps. This she did
in such a manner as to bring tears to my eyes and a moan to my lips.
Mrs. Winston came to the opposite side of the table to get a better
view. As they had done earlier they began to discuss the breasts as if
they were not part of a living person. The Dr. assured Mrs. Winston that
although the nipples were small they could take a lot of abuse. The Dr.
directed Mrs. Winston to feel the consistency of the breasts. She did,
squeezing even harder than the Dr. had, causing me to moan louder. They
paid no attention to my protests.
The Dr. went on to explain how the needles could be used frequently
with no problems, even into the nipples themselves. Mrs. Winston them
asked if the syringes could also be used. After more painful
manipulation of my breasts the Dr. gave her the answer. She said I would
be able to take about a pint in each tit, and they would even be able to
use the oxygen on me. All I could do was lay there and wonder what the
hell they were talking about. The Dr. also pointed out the effectiveness
of the rubber hoses.
Because I had large breasts they could be used often with good
results. Could they be referring to the treatment I had seen done to the
Spanish woman on the tape. I was now crying uncontrollably. She went on
to tell the others how the compression rings and the press should bring
excellent results, but cautioned as to the use of the canes or
suspension.
What did these things mean. I could only imagine they were some way
to torture the breasts I had been so proud of. Mrs. Winston next asked
the Dr. if she would be able to have a few punishment bras made, and was
assured it would be taken care of.
Having had enough of my breasts for now the small group moved to
the foot of the table. The stirrups were opened to their maximum width.
By doing so it opened me fully, and gave them a perfect view of my most
private parts. I was able to see the Dr. put on a rubber glove and apply
lubricant. She disappeared from my limited field of vision but I
immediately felt the insertion of her finger. Her probing was thorough
and a little painful. Then I felt her trying to put several fingers into
me.
It was beginning to hurt very much and I was complaining loudly. A
few seconds later I felt her hand forcing its way inside me. The pain
was extreme and I was sure she would rip the opening of my pussy. With
one hard push she got her whole hand into me. I let out a scream and
then began to cry openly. She was hurting me badly. I never had anyones
hand in me before. I began to feel her fingers probing and feeling
around inside me. My body automatically started to stretch and the pain
began to subside.
She continued the internal exam. All of a sudden I felt a searing
pain deep inside the brought out a series of loud screams. As the pain
was increasing she was casually telling the others that she had forced a
finger into my uterus. My screaming went on as I tried to tear free of
my bonds. This time I did pass out.
I was revived and the hand was no longer inside me. Goldie stood
above me with the smelling salts still in her hand. The Dr. and Mrs.
Winston were next to me engaged in a conversation. The Dr. was
explaining the fact that although I had a small frame, they would have
no problem fisting me or forcing large objects into me. She went on
explaining how she needed smears for testing and would need to dilate my
uterus in order to insert a probe. She sarcastically added "wait till I
give her that injection, then you'll hear her scream". She then walked
over to a cabinet but I could not see what see was doing.
I remember how I begged Mrs. Winston to please make her stop. Do not
let her hurt me anymore. I have been hurt enough already. I also
remember her reply, we haven't even started, she said.
The Dr. returned to the table. She explained to the other woman how
under normal conditions she would spray the area to be injected with
nitrous oxide. That she said would freeze the area and the needle would
not be felt. She looked directly into my eyes as she completed the
statement by saying, but I love to do it this way, the pain it causes is
excruciating. She then moved back to the end of the table and started
working between my legs.
I then felt the cold steel of the spreader clamp inserted into me.
Other Drs. have used these on me before with little or no discomfort.
Now the sadistic nature of this woman really became evident. She used no
lubricant and just pushed until it was in place. Then she opened it as
wide as possible as quickly as she could. I thought the delicate area
had been torn for sure. My tears flowed freely as much from fear as from
the pain. She was becoming more cruel by the minute. She came up near my
face and held up the syringe she had prepared. I started screaming
through the tears. It was the largest needle I had ever seen. The shaft
was at least 6 inches long, but the thickness was what made me panic. It
was as thick as a knitting needle. I remember how between the screams I
begged her not to use that on me. She just glared down at me and said
that I would get to know it well, because this was the one that would be
used on me most of the time.
She went back to the end of the table were Mrs. Winston was waiting.
Looking down at me she told Goldie to check the straps because this
would cause a violent reaction. As Goldie checked all the restraints I
just screamed and begged but to no avail. It was by far the most
excruciating pain I had felt to that point in my life. She plunged the
syringe deep into my womb. The pain was so terrible I could not even
scream. I thrashed about in my bonds as much as I could. It felt as if
there was a red hot poker burning deep in my stomach. Every nerve in my
body was on fire. The pain was so intense my eyes must have rolled in
their sockets because everything turned black. Again I was revived by
Goldie.
As I awoke I began screaming. I remember how it felt as if I
screamed for hours until I could scream no more. I just laid there and
sobbed uncontrollably. The pain in my stomach was still intense but not
as bad as when the needle was being twisted around in my womb. My vision
returned to normal and I was greeted by the three women studying me with
their looks of amusement. Finally the Dr. announced that I had come
through this first torture better than expected. She informed Mrs.
Winston that she was pleasantly surprised and felt I was strong enough
to endure many more sessions. After they had a few minutes of
consultation the Dr. said I was ready for the next procedure.
Not even knowing what was to be done next I began to sob and beg for
release. I was informed that the next procedure would be almost pain
free. See stressed the word almost. I was told she had to take some
smears in order to check for disease. As soon as she assumed her
position between my legs I started to beg her not to hurt me again. She
held up a cotton swab and told me to relax. This part of the exam was
done without causing me any undo discomfort. Next she went to the
cabinets and was busy there for a few seconds. She again came up next to
me and said she was ready to take the next smear. She looked over at the
other two women and with a smirk on her face told me that unfortunately
this one might hurt as she broke into full laughter.

Continued in,
A year of Slavery # 1-3