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Joining the Club - Night Mares.

The weeks had passed since that fateful trip to the Mackintosh Foundation. My infidelity with Sultanah Amira had been discovered and Baroness Thorne had me living my new life……a fucktoy slave in my own home. She was standing in my private rooms admiring the latest piece of decor.

Hanging on the wall was a picture of me. A photo taken when I was around 21. She had always admired it from my photo album and so decided to get it blown up and turned into a portrait. Knowing what a spiteful bitch she was, it was there as a reminder of what I once was, not as a gesture of affection. I sat in the wheelchair, or rather, strapped into it. My reduced circumstances were truly pathetic as I watched her preen in the mirror. As usual, she was immaculately dressed, this time in her favourite burgundy leather dress and matching high heel boots. The gloves were in her hand as she smiled at me.

Since I had been transported back home, I was kept in a variety of restraints and heavy bondage. My ass and pussy constantly worked, edged and punished. The Baroness was keen to use me as an example to all who would cross her…..I caught a glance at myself in the long mirror too. The full latex hood was my permanent look, along with latex stockings, gloves and short ballet boots. Her favourite accessory was the glossy latex dildo panties I was wearing, both my holes were filled to capacity. The Baroness knew I had never been anally penetrated, now it seemed to be her regular form of humiliating me.

“My dear Cerise. I fell in love with this picture of you. So young, and defiant. The world was yours and you could do anything. It’s a shame that it came to this.”

I couldn’t answer. Apart from when I was permitted to eat and drink, I was also usually gagged heavily. The latex pump gag was my muzzle of choice today…..it was already inflated to uncomfortable levels and the Baroness came over to me and stroked my hooded face. I pleaded with my eyes as her hand idly trailed toward the pump itself. She gently squeezed it again and the bit pushed against my teeth…..I grunted in discomfort as I she stared right into me. Her look of malicious triumph chilled me to the bone.

“You haven’t said you that you liked my latest gift either, my dear. I spent a lot of money to get the finest cosmetic surgery for you.”

I looked down at my bare breasts, now augmented to ridiculous size. Knowing my love of nipple play, the Baroness had them pierced and enjoyed adorning them with all types of fittings…..the small silver bells were presently dangling from my new fake tits. My labia had also been pierced along with a tattoo of the rose and thorns on my freshly shaved pussy, it was effectively a mark of her ownership and I was now a living trophy.

The Baroness lifted her dress up to reveal her own neatly trimmed cunt and she pushed her crotch into my face. Her moist lips suffocated me as I was forced to inhale her scent. Even through the rubber hood, I could almost taste her. She stepped back and wiped her fingers on her glistening clit……taking care to smear those juices under the nose holes on my hood.

“You’ll never forget me, sweetheart, and in time I may let you taste me again. But you will have to earn my trust back……and I promise you, slut…….it will take an age and a lot of punishment.”

She rang the bell and Chalmers appeared within moments, his expression one of almost sympathy as he looked at me. The Baroness saw the look and sharply addressed him….

“I do hope you aren’t getting soft in your dotage, Chalmers. I would hate to sever such a long and fruitful working relationship. Take Madame Cerise down to the quiet room, her therapy must continue at pace. Oh, and Chalmers……I noted that the pump gag wasn’t inflated to my order, and the straps on her restraints felt a little slack. Consider this a warning.”

Chalmers bowed and took me out of the room. With the Baroness in close attendance, he dared not speak to me. As we got near the quiet room I saw the 2 rubber maids appointed as my ‘carers’. One was the newly liberated Carmen. The little bitch delighted in my fall from grace…..no doubt Baroness Thorne did it deliberately to make me suffer. Chalmers ordered the girls to change my outfit and I sat mutely in the chair, my eyes burning with hate as Carmen roughly released the straps binding me to the chair. She took the chance to nudge the dildos inside me to cause a squeal of discomfort. She feigned an apology, but in truth I was nothing now. The lowest form of life in the house.

Baroness Thorne watched as I was now dressed in the latex catsuit and rib crushing corset. My short ballet boots were back on and I was pushed down to my knees by the other girl, Olga…..a thick set Eastern European brute who seemed to enjoy my situation. The armbinder was strapped on forcing my arms and shoulders back behind me. The chain dangling from the ceiling was hooked to the end of the armbinder and winched up. The pain was excruciating as I gasped for breath. My pump gag was changed for the leather panel gag, but it was the macabre gas mask lying to the side that I was fixed upon.

As part of my therapy, I was being subjected to the same hallucinogenic torture inflicted on the slaves at the Mackintosh Foundation. No doubt Miss Logan had prepared a special dose for me, and I braced myself for the mask to be placed on. A padlock ensured it wouldn’t come loose and all I could hear was the wheezing of my own breathing. Then, there came the sweet, sickly gas as it flooded the mask’s chambers. I started to feel sick and light headed, but that sensation passed and I was in world of domination. My fantasies were made flesh and I saw Sultanah Amira. I begged her to rescue me, to bring her sisters to the house and burn it to the ground. To take the Baroness in my place. An eternity of torture and revenge.

My cunt was aflame, the feeling of lust and want in my bondage was too much to bear. Images, smells all swam in front of me, I twitched as I felt my pussy stimulated, then the Baroness appeared. Her eyes and voice seducing, ordering and mocking. Even in my impaired state, I fought against my forced fantasy and edging. But it was no use, I could only think of her as my body was tortured to multiple orgasms.

It was a day of great excitement, so the Baroness told me. We were expecting a couple of new guests to the estate and I was being dressed for the part. My long time fantasy of pony play had been made a reality as I was able to afford the means and methods of developing my own stable and unwilling pets…..

The Baroness was a lady who took perverse pleasure in taking fantasies and using them against you. She wasn’t pleased that my conditioning hadn’t gone to plan…..my hatred for her was stronger than ever and if I was to be a worthless slave for the rest of my days…..she would never break me. I almost defiantly enjoyed the humiliation of being dressed as a latex pony slut. The tight catsuit, the boot hooves, and the body harness transforming me from a lady of wealth to a hooded toy.

The hood itself was specially made with a short black mane running down the back and pony ears on top. The harness bit gag was buckled between my lips and although I could try and talk, all that came out was drooling, garbled nonsense. Inside the suit, the usual dildos were stuffed up me, causing discomfort as I tried to walk on the hooves. Baroness Thorne attached a leash to the D ring on my harness and led me off to the stables. She was wearing her riding attire, and all I could see was her big ass in the tight riding breeches and her leather thigh boots. Admittedly, she was a striking sight as she swayed seductively in front, her stature elevated by having me forced to crawl on my knees. My suit was white, another little humiliation as the Baroness called me her virginal filly.

She had taken me the long way around, past the front of the house where the staff would see my latest degradation. Occasionally she would bark orders at me and tug the lease if I wasn’t keeping pace. The constant intrusion of the butt plug and the cock up my cunt forcibly stimulating me as I tried to move quicker. As we neared the stable block, I saw a horse box being unloaded from a truck.

There was a talk, slim woman shouting instructions and gesturing aggressively to the men doing the work. I couldn’t make out her language at first, but she was a fierce looking individual. She was dressed like the Baroness, but also wearing a wide brimmed hat and her jet black hair tied into a long, sleek ponytail. The angular features were harsh, even from this distance. Her mouth and eyes were cruel, the vibrant red lips pursed into a sneer as the men bowed before driving off.

With the box now on firm ground, she turned towards us. The Baroness started speaking in Italian as she warmly embraced the other woman. The cruel equestrian almost broke a smile, before turning her gorgon’s gaze upon me. The sneer remained in place as she strutted slowly over, pacing like a tigress. I saw the handle of a riding crop jutting out from her boot. Evidently, she saw my look and her latex gloved hand reached for it.

The Baroness moved between us.

“I see your patience hasn’t improved, my lady. Still keen to reach for the crop, no matter what beast is in front of you.”

The woman stopped and graciously bowed to the Baroness, never taking her eyes off me. Baroness Thorne looked at me as she extended a hand to her cohort.

“May I introduce Contessa Pelle. The most skilled and respected Equestrian Domina in the world today. She was most anxious to meet you, Cerise. There isn’t a slave she cannot train, even the more spirited ones.”

As the Baroness was talking, the horse box was violently trembling. A scream of rage and gagged cursing was emanating from within it. The Contessa looked back and smiled…..a genuine smile as she fondled the mane on my pony hood.

“I think I will have not have too many problems with you. But for the wild one in the box, perhaps I show them what my training is all about. The Baroness paid a lot of money for you both. I’m always happy to help an old friend.”

She stalked over to the box and flung the door open. More cursing in Italian as she dragged the occupant out and they fell on the floor. The figure was wearing an identical outfit to me, except in red latex. The ankles were loosely manacled together, with the wrists cuffed to a leather belt harness. Baroness Thorne chuckled and grabbed my leash dragging me closer to the scene.

It was there that my heart sank into my stomach, I was stunned by the identity of this wretch and my eyes began to well up.

Sultanah Amira was lying in the dirt track. The bit gag in her mouth was considerably thicker than mine and she growled in fury as she tried to get to her feet. There was no mistaking her, the different coloured eyes, the full lips and the strong, athletic frame. Her septum had been pierced and a small bell attachment hung from it. She was raging and even seeing me had no calming effect. Her eyes raised up to se the mocking smirk of the Baroness.

With a sudden burst of energy, she got to her feet and tried to rush at her foe. A swift boot to the ribs from the Contessa stopped Amira dead. A further kick doubled her over as she sank to her knees. The Baroness moved in and unleashed a punch to the side of the head and delivered a high heeled stomp to Amira’s thigh. She yelped in agony and tried to get up again before a stinging blow from the Contessa’s crop seared across her back. I tried to cry out for mercy through my gag and the Baroness held up a hand to stop the Contessa. She hissed at me, spit flying from her mouth.

“You valued this gutter rat above me? A quick fuck in a hotel room and she’s the love of your life? Let me tell you something, you stupid little bitch…..I was having her for years before you came along. Why do you think her gang of terrorists were allowed into the guild? It was a huge mistake that I regret, but she could eat cunt better than anyone…..including you.”

The Baroness spat on Amira. Before turning back to me.

“You were never first, and you won’t be the last. There are estates all around the world with dumb entitled rich girls who wanted something more. I helped all of them to get the power they wanted before I saw fit to take control. Those that played nice were allowed to stay in their homes, those that didn’t were allowed to stay in their dungeons that I built. If I wasn’t a lady, I’d piss all over her…..but then maybe she likes that too.”

The Baroness mocked Amira some more and even threatened to reveal more degrading sex games they played. I tried to block it out, but I knew it was all true. Amira’s warning came too late and I remained silent on my knees. Amira was hurt, the punishment from those bitches would need time to heal and I dare say the Baroness would be very keen to make sure Amira was fully recovered so that she be punished some more.

The Daughters of Saladin gave her up after the revelations about her sexual exploits with the rich western women. Indeed, she probably would have suffered a worse fate if she stayed in her own country. The Baroness brokered a deal that would allow all parties satisfaction.

We were reunited, but we would never be together. Unless it was being coddled or punished by the Contessa. Our bodies were used and abused, with a proud warrior like Amira now reduced to an animal. I would hear her fight against the forced orgasms, her muzzled rage giving way to bestial grunts. I had accepted my fate long ago and began to enjoy the continued use of my body.

The weeks, months and maybe years ahead would be hell for us, with no shortage of Madams and Dominas visiting to indulge their macabre perversions.

The Baroness always won. I suppose I always knew it too.

The End

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