It was now my turn to try and comfort Tina. Recalling only a few of her ordeals in Harlem had upset her. Hearing them was definitely upsetting me. The groups plan was working exactly as they had hoped. We were both being tortured, mentally. In an attempt to change the somber mood, I said it was getting late and I needed something solid in my stomach. Tina quickly agreed. Heading toward the kitchen I told Tina that there was a pot of chicken soup in the refrigerator. After all the coffee and cigarettes, just the thought felt good. I tried to help but found I was too weak and in too much pain. I sat, and with my guidance Tina found everything and quickly had the table set. As we ate the conversation stayed on family, friends and interests. Nonetheless, we were again drawn to the irrepressible subject. I learned more of how the group manipulated Tina from the very beginning. Using Denise they broke her very quickly. Before long the fear of unspeakable tortures served as motivation. She summed it up by telling me to always try and take the least painful path. She had been using that logic for over three years. I was also reminded again to not pass judgment. Most times we are forced into disgusting acts by threats of more torture.

I was learning fast, plus the memories of what was done to me when I disobeyed were still fresh in my mind. I could tell she didn't want to but we were again talking about Harlem. After passing out from the pain of being fisted, Tina awoke in the dressing room with Sharon. Not that she was needed, but also present was a guard from the prison. Sarcastically Tina laughed and said "where could I go, a naked white broad running through the streets of Harlem. I was probably better off where I was". With Sharons help and because of the stimulants the Dr. had given her, Tina was promptly revived and fully conscious. They were given orders by the guard to clean themselves up, straighten their clothes and freshen their hair and make-up. Mymind flashed back several hours, remembering the same orders being directed at me by Goldie. I was told how after a cigarette and coffee Tina looked out to the stage to see the big blonde from the prison. Seeing what was being done Tina knew Sharon and her had some time to recuperate.

Still wearing the restrictive bra and girdle the blond was being strapped to an old fashioned steel gynecological table. As her legs were secured to the stirrups and spread she began to beg and with good reason. It seemed that this woman's main reason for being at the shows was her ability to take a lot of pain and keep screaming. Bertha's deviate audience relished the sights and sounds. Tina explained how the woman begged not to be tortured. She offered to willingly perform any kind of sex act. That suggestion having failed, she tried to bargain with Bertha. One proposal was that she be allowed to take the Spanish womans place in the stocks. There she would gladly accommodate anyone in anyway. Also if it pleased Bertha she would be happy to let the two assistants use their straps on her. As the bonds grew tighter, her offers grew more extreme. Next came a suggestion that she be hung from the ceiling and severely whipped. In desperation, her last offer to Bertha was that they tie her down and beat her tits and pussy with straps or hoses. Stuttering she even mentioned the use of the bamboo cane. Smiling down at her, Berthas only comment was "maybe later". Tina explained that while the blond kept begging, Sharon and her were able to see one of the assistants wheeling out a tray. Looking at me Tina said "that woman had good reason to beg, they were going to use the oxygen on her". As the contents of the tray was explained I put my head down and said "the Dr. used that on me". Looking up Tina asked how. Unable to explain it any better I just said "she used oxygen to give me an enema". Again, shaking her head Tina just said "they really worked on you". I would soon realize that as painful as it was, my treatment was mild in comparison to what could have been done.

In somewhat graphic detail I was told what Bertha was doing. It was a procedure she learned from the Dr. Unfortunately everyone in the group had also been taught. A special colon tube about six feet long was being pushed into the blonds rectum. What made it special was that it was attached to the tip of a Nozzle. That meant anything that went through the tube had no way out unless the nozzle was opened or removed. After the six feet of tube was inserted Bertha took great pleasure inflating the two balloons of the to their maximum diameter. That alone started the tightly bound woman whimpering. Next a speculum was roughly pushed into the woman's pussy and opened. Kneeling to see what she was doing Bertha then pushed a Foley catheter into the blonds cervix lodging it firmly in her womb. That caused the blond to let out an ear piercing scream of pain and again beg not to be tortured. When Bertha finished inflating the end of that catheter she picked up a second. That one was forced through the womans urinary tract, into her bladder and also inflated. Tina pointed out that in order to cause us all much more pain, lubricant was hardly ever used during any of these tortures. I suddenly remembered the catheter the Dr. had forced into me on my first visit to her office. The terrible burning sensation as it went in. The excruciating ripping feeling as it was pulled out. Worst of all was the Drs. promise to me that many more would follow. Once the surgical tubing was in place it was connected to a series of valves attached to an oxygen tank. By that time the blond woman was fully aware of her fate. As if to save her strength for the inevitable she stopped begging and crying. She just looked straight at Bertha and said "not with the girdle on, please". My immediate reaction was to ask what she meant. Tina quickly explained that the girdle made it much more painful because it wouldn't let her stomach expand. At least not until it was cut off. As if my thoughts were written across my face Tina just said "I've had it done to me a few times, I know. After three years with these fuckin' people there's not much they haven't done to me". She continued by describing the hideous screams that reverberated through the old warehouse.

Bertha was alternately filling the Blonde's intestines, bladder and womb with oxygen. The audience was loving it. It was one of their favorite sights. Seeing a blond white woman screaming and writhing in agony. Bertha was at her best. She mixed her skills of giving the crowd what they paid dearly to see with her own love of inflicting pain on other woman. At a signal from Bertha the two assistants hurriedly released the screaming woman from the table. With the tubes grotesquely hanging from her groin, the blond was made to stand. That was impossible. Not only was she being ripped by severe cramping, more oxygen was still being injected into her. Seeing her roll across the stage like a wounded, howling animal brought cheers, laughter and calls for more from Bertha's guests. Another signal had the two junior sadists pick the woman up and tie her wrists to a hanging rope. I was told that this act was coming to an end. Once the screaming blonds arms were pulled high above her head Bertha approached with a pair of long surgical scissors. A combination of pain and the anticipation of what was next had the unfortunate woman again begging. With fast and well practiced hands Bertha cut the girdle away. As the poor blonds organs rapidly swelled her screaming peaked and then abruptly stopped. Only a strange gurgle was heard as her head fell to her heaving chest and she passed out. To the applause and vulgar comments of the crowd she was left hanging. Now assuming the roll of a teacher, Bertha used the ever present bamboo cane to point out the distended stomach. She happily outlined the blue veins that threatened to break through the severely stretched skin. She also brought everyones attention to the fact that the woman was made to look six months pregnant in only a few minutes. I shook my head in disbelief. What I had to look forward to seemed to be getting worse all the time. Only three weeks before I was a happy person. I had a good job. I had a great man in my life. I had my whole family. Most of all with the money I embezzled I was able to buy as much clothes, shoes, perfume and jewelry as I wanted. I had it made. Even the operators at Home Shopping recognized my voice. Only two weeks before I thought I would be able to get away with being caught easily. I figured I would have to let myself be used as a whore. I would give some blow-jobs. They would fuck me. At worst I would get ass-fucked. Nothing I didn't do willingly many times before. Also, although it turned my stomach, I would figure out what to do with the women. I would learn to do what had so often been done to me by men. And finally I would handle the beatings they said I would get. John had tied me to the bed and used one of my soft belts on me a few times, it really wasn't that bad. What I had endured so far and was now hearing about was something else. How could anyone do things like this? What other horrors would I hear about? What would be done to me in the future? How could any female be subjected to these atrocities? How would I survive a year of this? In a pointless temper tantrum I through some dishes across the table and began to cry hysterically. It took quite some time, a lot of compassion and understanding from Tina, but finally I calmed down. Without saying a word she began filling the bath. Suddenly I was again aware of my own physical pain. The story of what was done at Bertha's had consumed me so completely I actually forgot the pain I was in. She gently helped me into the bathroom. It must have been a combination of the ice packs and all the coffee we drank but I suddenly felt the need to urinate. It was awkward with another woman present. I inwardly smiled at my feelings. They seemed ridiculous considering what I had just been through. Finally I dropped the robe and slowly lowered myself onto the bowl. I screamed out as the hard surface came in contact with the welts on my thighs and ass. Tina was holding a towel out to me and saying "you don't want to scare the neighborhood". I immediately got the idea and covered my mouth. Tina must have known what was about to happen because as soon as I released my bladder I brought the towel back to my mouth as Tina held me. The pain was unbearable. When it finally past I sat trembling and sobbing. I was told it was normal. Unfortunately it would last a few days and was caused by having had my pussy beaten with the hoses. When I calmed down Tina helped me stand. As I looked in the mirror I again broke down and cried. Being an extremely vain person I had used this same mirror thousands of times. Now I myself grimaced at the reflection that I saw.

There were raised red welts on the front and backs of my thighs. The short tufts of blond pubic hair did little to conceal the swollen blood red pussy lips. Nor were they able to hide the black, blue and purple bruises that reached the gentle swell of my belly. The belly that John loved to rest his head on as he lovingly stroked me. Now I was crying not only from the pain but also from what I was seeing. Next were my breasts. They were so swollen they looked to be twice their normal 34-D size. Their entire surface was every color of the rainbow. Deep blue veins appeared ready to burst. Small dried drops of blood marked all the spots where the torturing needles had penetrated the delicate flesh. But worst of all was my face. I had received quite a few smacks but they really didn't show. What did show was a suddenly aged, beaten look. Also what showed were the eyes, I had to look away in utter despair. As always the hot bath and Tinas soothing touch did wonders. Temporarily I felt better. With the robe again wrapped around me I was helped to the couch. Tina refilled the ice-packs and placed them on the swollen areas. She reassured me they were necessary. Fresh coffee and more cigarettes had us talking again. Although she desperately tried to change the topic of discussion we were quickly back to Bertha's. I demanded to know more. Finally with a deep sigh she continued.

I was told that as the blond woman was dragged off the stage by the two assistants, the guard in the room ordered Sharon and Tina to get ready. Just as they were to go out for their second act, a disturbance began in the audience. It was the Jamaicans who were amusing themselves with Sue. It seemed that they weren't happy with her performance. They were complaining to Bertha that she was being disrespectful and lacked enthusiasm. As I listened I had to smile. I asked myself how any woman in that position could be enthusiastic and more ridiculous, be respectful.

Tina described the way Bertha flew into a rage. As Sue cowered next to the table apologizing and begging for a second chance Bertha and her two goons approached. It was normal for us to be punished when any of the customers complained said Tina and Sue knew she was in trouble. She continued pleading to Bertha but to no avail. This had been done to her before and she knew the routine. Trembling Sue stood and looked at the two menacing cattle prods being waved at her by the assistants. Bertha then began to bark instructions. Sue was told to undo her garter belt and pull it and her stockings to her knees. After she reluctantly obeyed she was told to remove the push-up bra she was wearing. That order caused her to begin sobbing as she begged Bertha not to hit her tits. Her pleas were futile and only served to arouse the Jamaicans who were watching. She was then made to lay across the table on her back as Bertha asked the men to hold her arms and legs. As the usually submissive Jewish American princess cried and begged, Bertha took aim with her lethal cane. It took all the men at the table to hold Sue as Bertha began delivering vicious strokes to each of Sue's tender thighs. The cane was then directed at the screaming woman's stomach. To make the caning more effective and be sure Sue didn't pass out one of the assistants kept a vial of smelling salts under her nose the whole time. Bertha was an expert when it came to torturing another woman. She knew exactly what would cause the most pain. Before she moved to Sue's chest she let the tip of the cane find the womans soft pubic mound. More men were needed to hold the thrashing, screaming brunette. Then the sadistic black woman directed her attention at Sue's large silicone filled tits. First she began to gently caress them. Then she started to knead then as if they were twin mounds of dough. As this was being done the smelling salts were clearing Sue's pain shrouded brain for what was to come next. At a signal from Bertha her other assistant moved near Sue's head and firmly gripped both nipples. The junior sadist then pulled them up toward the ceiling exposing the sensitive undersides of both breasts. That showed a great deal of confidence in Bertha who instantly lashed out with the cane barely missing her assistants fingers. When it was over Sue laid unconscious with almost a dozen angry red welts on the bottom of her breasts. But Bertha wasn't through yet. Tina then described what happened next. I was told how Bertha decided to continue making an example of Sue. She did this for several reasons. One was to satisfy the Jamaican's and boost their egos. Second, it made for a good show and kept the customers coming back. Third was that the sadistic black bitch just loved to hurt white women. Sue was carried to the room where Tina and Sharon waited. Bertha followed and quickly took a syringe from a small cabinet. Tina explained that it contained a powerful stimulant that was prepared by Dr. Kim. It was a mixture that was often used to help us endure even more punishment. As Bertha injected it into Sue, Tina said that Sharon and her were ordered to go out and start entertaining the men. Tina herself was told to stay with the Jamaicans and see to it that they were happy or else she would get the same treatment Sue did. I looked across the room at Tina with a expression of sympathy on my face. She acknowledged it by saying that oddly enough she was relieved by Bertha's command. It meant that Sharon and her would not be the next part of the show. Sue would be made to do it instead. With her yes staring at a blank wall Tina quietly said that she went to the table where Sue had been. The Jamaicans immediately began to ravish her exaggerated chest while also forcing her to begin sucking and fucking. It was extremely difficult for me to comprehend what she meant by relieved. As Tina continued recounting her ordeal in Harlem I would understand. When the stimulant took affect and Sue was cleaned up and redressed she was lead back to the stage. As the Jewish princess promised to do better Bertha began her tirade. She was reprimanding Sue for insulting some of her most valuable customers. She also went on about how she had been embarrassed. The crowd was enjoying the verbal abuse Bertha was giving the trembling brunette. Suddenly Bertha's yelling stopped. She stared at Sue and just loud enough for everyone to hear said "you white trash, if you can't please my guests, maybe you can make the dogs happy".

Tina described how the color instantly drained from Sue's face. At the same time I felt myself grow pale. Sue gasped in shock and began to beg Bertha for another chance. Desperately she promised to make amends for her poor performance. She offered to do almost anything rather than be with animals. As a last resort she even suggested staying with Bertha for the weekend. Again I was puzzled. It was becoming routine, but Tina realized it also. She added that to stay alone with Bertha and her girls was always extremely painful and usually very dangerous. Most occasions resulted in a stay at Dr. Kim's. She intentionally dropped the subject by saying "I've done it, I know". It was getting late in the afternoon. As much as I tried to fight, the events of the preceeding night were taking their toll. I was still in considerable pain and also very nervous. That was due to what I had been through and what I was being told. Also was the fact that I had been ordered to work the following morning. The last thing I possibly wanted was to disobey the Winstons in any way. My curiosity was running rampant. I wanted Tina to tell me everything that happened to her. I truly felt that by knowing what I was up against I would be able to find a way out. Unfortunately fatigue was winning. I told Tina who just commented that it was about time. She immediately went into the bedroom to undo the bed. Then she helped me up and slowly walked me to my room. I let the robe fall to the floor as I literally collapsed in the apparent safety and comfort of my bed. I didn't know it then but the future would prove that feeling to be a myth.

Tina brought the ice packs, water, some pain killers and more anti histamines. She was a godsend in the way she helped and cared for me. When I was as comfortable as possible she left the room. She was back in a second with an overnight bag. I guess in the confusion I had never noticed it. I immediately realized that she was going to stay the night. I was instantly both thankful and concerned. There was only one queen sized bed and I had never slept with a woman. Before I could say anything Tina put the small case on the dresser, turned and began removing her dress. Until that very minute I hadn't picked up on the fact that Tina was very nicely dressed. She was wearing a green knit dress with dark stockings and pretty green five inch pumps. As she removed her dress I was shocked by her lingerie. It was very similar to what I was forced to wear only hours before. Tina stood there wearing a black half cup bra, a heavy black waist cincher with long garters, shoes and stockings. It was far from what would be considered normal underwear. Also very noticeable was the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties and had a clean shaven pussy. I remember staring in awe at what I considered a truly bizarre sight. Tina caught my puzzled look. Before I could say anything Tina kind of smiled and said let me explain. First she said "they want us to be clean shaven from the neck down. Toward the end of the week when you feel better Mrs. Winston wants me to take you to be shaved". I immediately remembered the Dr. grabbing a handful of my pubic hair as she examined me saying this will have to go. Again I tried to speak but before I could get a word out, Tina continued. She Explained that we were only allowed to wear underwear that they approved of. Anything we did wear had to be bought from a shop in the village they sent us to. I was also told that some special items would be made for me after I was measured and fitted. Sullenly she added that we would be going to the lingerie shop when she took me to be shaved. She made a point of telling me to never wear panties or pantyhose, I would get punished if I did. As Tina took off her bra I gasped in horror. Her very ample breasts were not only black and blue, they were criss-crossed by thin white scars. Unmoved by my reaction she undid the cincher. Again I gasped as more bruises and scars came into view. Tina remained silent and avoided my gaze. She just rolled down her stockings and put them with the rest of her clothes. Reaching into her case she took out an oversize tee shirt and put it on. Quickly and quietly she went to the other side of my bed and climbed in. I was about to ask more questions but was interrupted. In a voice that sounded very shaky she said "good night, If you need anything, wake me". I remember little else as the fatigue, emotional drain and pain killers took immediate effect. I awoke to the smell of coffee brewing. It took me a few minutes to clear the drugs from my brain. After doing so, my first instinct was to touch my chest and pussy. The pain was still intense and it seemed that I was even more swollen than I was yesterday. As I heard Tina in the kitchen the memories of what I had seen and been told came crashing back. Quietly I laid there staring at the ceiling, within seconds I was sobbing uncontrollably. Again Tina came to the rescue. Carrying a big mug of coffee She came in and asked how I felt. Between sobs I jokingly said "I feel like someone beat the shit out of me", we both laughed. That was the first and only time we did laugh for the rest of the day. As Tina pulled my covers to the side she told me I had a few nightmares but didn't wake up. Examining my injuries she said I had time for some ice before I got up. It took only seconds for her to prepare the ice packs and place them on my tits and pussy. There it was, six a.m. Monday morning, a new day and the start of a new week. I was still in severe pain. Was this the way my life would be from now on? Recalling the sight of Tina's body I could foresee nothing less. We sat silently sipping the coffee and smoking. After about fifteen minutes Tina said I should get up and prepare for work. I agreed, fearing the consequence of being late. As Tina helped me to the bathroom she reminded me that Jimmy the chauffeur would be here at eight o'clock. As I shamelessly sat on the bowl I inquired why so early. As my whole groin was engulfed in pain due to normal bodily functions, she answered. I was reminded about the price of Jimmys kindness. He helped her get me home yesterday and she asked him to pick us up this morning. Now she had to pay for that service. Again Tina suggested I too get on his good side in case I needed his help. Before I was able to comprehend what I had just been told Tina helped me into the shower. I had to shield myself from the pounding water but I must admit the warmth felt good. It was really the first time I was able to thoroughly wash. Unfortunately I wasn't able to scrub the filth of their acts away. I used the shower massage to give myself a makeshift douche and enema, I made a mental note to be more thorough later. Before I shut the water Tina called out "leave it on". As I climbed out she just stepped in and began to wash.

We were both done showering before seven. It was very strange to have another person in the house getting dressed with me, especially a woman. I usually do my make-up at the kitchen table. Tina commented about how strange that was but got her cosmetics and followed suit. I wore a robe and she was wrapped in a bath towel as we sat there. I couldn't help but notice more thin white scars at the top of her chest. As much as I tried it was impossible to remain silent. Finally I began to ask more questions.

Firmly Tina evaded my inquiries by just saying "we'll have plenty of time to talk later, lets not get ourselves upset now". She was absolutely correct. When we were both done with our hair and make-up Tina went to her overnight case, took out a bag and handed it to me. She just said "Mrs. Winston wants you to wear this". With shaking hands I opened it finding articles of underwear. There was a white old fashioned heavily constructed bra and garter belt with dark stockings. As I stared at the small pile dumbfounded, Tina was taking a thick white one piece bra and girdle from the case. It took me a few seconds but I finally said "they don't really expect us to wear this stuff, do they"? Her answer was brief and to the point. "You better, everyday" she said. The bra I was given would have been a perfect fit if I wasn't swollen from the injections. Tina helped me get it on as tears filled my eyes. Although safe in my apartment the group still managed to cause me pain. How could I last the day I wondered. The garter and stockings weren't too bad. Tina suggested I wear a dress that was easy to get out of and heels. The implications of her suggestion went right over my head.

I watched as she struggled into her one-piece. It was old fashioned and strange looking but I had to admit, it made her look good. The timing was perfect. As we both finished hooking our stockings, there was a knock at the door. It was eight o'clock. Tina just turned away from me saying "don't worry I'll handle it". She went to the door as I reached for my robe. Looking back at me she said "leave it off". I knew by her tone she meant it.

Jimmy entered with a big friendly good morning as his eyes feasted on us. I felt like I would vomit and almost told him to go fuck himself. As he looked me up and down his tone changed turning gentle. Shaking his head he said "they really worked on you, will you be all right, can I get you anything". I was caught off guard, all I could say was "no thank You". To my further surprise Tina handed him a cup of coffee. He took it and sat down with us as if it were the most normal thing in the world. After a few minutes Tina politely said to him "come on, lets go in the bedroom". As they walked away I heard him ask about me. Tina answered that I was really in bad shape but promised that I would be glad to next time.

I felt strangely embarrassed as I listened to the sounds of Tina giving him a blow job. I myself had made those same sounds many times with John. Over the course of our years together he had even admitted that I had gotten quite good. I never thought my talents would be used as barter for a ride. When Tina finished Jimmy went downstairs to wait. After she rinsed her mouth and reapplied the smeared lipstick she put on a navy blue button down dress. She acted as though nothing happened and I was too astonished to say a word. Taking her advise but not knowing why, I chose a long black skirt and black cardigan sweater. Putting on our coats and turning everything off we went down to the waiting limo. It was very difficult for me to make it down the steep stairs. I wondered how I would survive the day. Hitting the cold morning air made me realize that I was running a fever. When we got into the limo I told Tina how badly I felt. Her response was warning me about complaining too much. It could get me sent to Dr. Kim. Within fifteen minutes we were in

front of the busy Manhattan offices of Mr. Winston. It was almost time for work. Once upstairs the office took on a whole new light. Fear and embarrassment made it different. Tina and I both got coffee and went to our respective areas. She was in an office down the hall and I was next door to Mr. Winston. I tried desperately to do some work. I thought it would help get my mind off the way I felt. No matter how much I tried I was unable to focus on anything but my situation. Just then Mr. Winston arrived. To my astonishment he looked at me and said good morning as if nothing had changed. He even had the audacity to ask me if I enjoyed my weekend as he passed en-route to his office. I sat silently, unable to say a word. For the next two hours I fumbled through my normal routine. Whoever I spoke to asked if I was all right. The few co-workers who saw me were extremely concerned about my health. I tried my best to blame it on a terrible virus that I caught on Friday. The excuse seemed to be working. Tina called several times to see how I was doing and to offer moral support. I didn't lie to her. I said I wouldn't be able to make it through the day. The pain was getting worse all the time and I was burning with a fever. As I was in the middle of the sentence Mrs. Winston and Goldie walked into the office. I dropped the phone in shock. For the next few minutes I sat in horror wondering what would happen next. I didn't have long to wait. My phone rang and Mr. Winston summoned me into his office. Trembling and gasping for breath I opened the door. Mr. Winston sat behind his desk as Mrs. Winston and Goldie sat casually on a sofa. I stood in the doorway shaking, afraid to walk in. In the same horrible sarcastic tone I heard Saturday night, Mrs. Winston said "get in here bitch". I quickly did as I was told. As I stumbled to the center of the room the trio began to speak. They were talking as if I was an object and not a person. I heard them say things like. I guess the cunt survived. The bitch don't look that bad. The cunt could have taken more. The bitch is stronger than we thought. The Dr. was right. Wait till next month. Wait until we tell the others.

Hearing these comments I began to sob. Finally I was able to look at them and say "please no more, I beg you". That brought only hearty laughter. Mrs. Winston was the first to speak directly to me. Approaching me she said "first bitch I'll teach you how to stand at attention". I was ordered to clasp my fingers together behind my neck. Using the tip of her shoe Mrs. Winston kicked my ankles until I stood with my feet well spread. I was told to always stand straight with my shoulders back. As soon as I followed her direction I felt the increased tension in my injured breasts. Seeing the pain on my face made her smile and say "they still hurt, good". With that she reached out and began to feel my throbbing tits. When I started to move my hands down to protect myself Mrs. Winston screamed at me to stand still. Goldie immediately came to her side as if she needed help. The vicious woman kept squeezing me until I was sobbing loudly. With a big smile I was told I could make all the noise I wanted, the office was completely soundproofed. At last she stopped. Turning to Mr. Winston she said "call the other bitch in". Within seconds Tina was standing next to me in the same position as I. Suddenly I saw this woman who had instantly become my friend and ally in a totally subservient role. As we were both questioned by Mrs. Winston I saw how much Tina feared the woman. I was asked how I felt and if I needed medical attention. Tina was asked what we discussed. I was told I had a lot to learn and Tina was given the responsibility of teaching me. The verbal assault continued. When she was done with her questions and commands Mrs. Winston calmly but firmly ordered me to strip. Although embarrassed and mortified at the thought of again being nude in the office I instantly obeyed. The memories of what happened when I didn't do as I was told were still very fresh in my mind. My fingers raced to the buttons of the sweater I had been advised to wear. Now the reason why became apparent. Letting the garment fall to the floor I reached for the skirt but was stopped. As I stood in the bra I was given I was ordered to put my hands back behind my neck. The three of them began to study my confined breasts. Mrs. Winston, with her contemptuous voice asked if I liked my new underwear and if it fit well. Finding it difficult to speak I shook my head no. The probing and squeezing continued, only this time by all of them. It hurt terribly and I was openly crying. Goldie was by far the worst. She took great pleasure in causing me pain. She was after all punishing me for my bigotry. Suddenly I was ordered to remove the bra. As it came loose I felt instant relief. That feeling didn't last long. I was closely and painfully examined. The bees venom was still active and I was still very swollen and sore. Using sharp fingernails and the tips of pens as pointers, every painful mark and bruise was studied. They all approved of the condition of my chest and happily agreed that I could take much more tit torture.

That phrase and Tina's stories hit me with the same severity as one of their whips. Mrs. Winston then directed me to remove my skirt and lay down on the conference table. I instantly obeyed even though I was mortified by the thought. I had often sat at this table during important meetings. Instantly they began treating my pussy in a manner similar to my tits. Pushing my legs obscenely wide, they squeezed and probed. I cried. Finally I was told to stand while they traced all the welts left by the whips and canes. Leaving me they turned their attention to Tina.

She was told to remove her dress. As she stood in the one piece bra and girdle Mrs. Winston again started to speak. She asked Tina if she explained their rules concerning underwear. Tina replied that she had started to. Looking toward me Mrs. Winston said that toward the end of the week I would have to go with Tina to be fitted for some special garments. With her sarcastic smile she emphasized that my punishment bras would be included. Pantyhose or panties were never to be worn. I would be subject to inspection at any time. The only time I was allowed to go without underwear was when I was home. In a loud rough voice she asked "do you understand bitch". Again directing her question at Tina she asked if I was told about Dorothea. Tina answered nervously that she didn't get to it. Mrs. Winston just smiled and said "I'll deal with that in a minute". Standing directly in front of me she began to explain Dorothea's purpose. Dorothea was Goldies aunt. She lived in a tenement on the lower east side of Manhattan with her retarded son Bobby. She was a retired nurse who attended to things that Dr. Kim couldn't be bothered with. Among those jobs would be the complete removal of my pubic hair. I was also told that since I had been unable to give myself the douches and enemas as I was ordered, in the future I would be sent to Dorothea to have it done for me. That same type of cleaning would also take place anytime I was used sexually.

After thinking a few minutes Mrs. Winston turned toward Tina. She said "I think when your done in the village Thursday night you should go right to Dorothea's so she can shave this bitch", pointing at me. "While you're there have her give you a thorough cleaning just so she can watch," again indicating me. "That way she can see what she has to look forward to". I saw that Tina was getting nervous. Not nearly finished with her verbal torture session Mrs. Winston continued. Tina was asked when she was going to visit her daughter and see the wardress. Without waiting for a reply Mrs. Winston just said "let her go with you, it should be very educational", again looking at me. Then Tina was reminded that the following week was her scheduled check-up. Sarcastically, Tina was told to take me there also, again so I could watch and learn. Mr. Winston mercifully interrupted stating he had an appointment coming in twenty minutes. Unfortunately Mrs. Winston wasn't quite through. Turning back to Tina She said "you did not follow my instructions. I told you what I wanted explained to this bitch".

I watched as an expression of fear raced over Tina's face. She suddenly began to twist and pull at her fingers. At a signal from Mrs. Winston Goldie pushed a bookcase aside revealing a hidden alcove. I stared at the contents in shock. Concealed inside were some of the same instruments I had been shown in the dungeon of the Winston house. Tina watched as Goldie took something from a shelf. When the maid turned revealing a small black box with a lot of dangling wires Tina became extremely agitated. Stuttering and retreating toward the door she pleaded With Mrs. Winston not to use that on her, at least not here and now. As Goldie placed the device on the conference table Mrs. Winston spoke. Tina was simply told that she was going to be punished for her disobedience and to show me what would happen to me when I didn't do as I was told. The two woman exchanged words with Tina arguing that the punishment was too severe. Somewhat amused Mrs. Winston answered, saying that Tina had no choice and knew better than to argue.

In a vain attempt to change her tormenters mind Tina offered an alternative. To my surprise she boldly said, "why don't you have Goldie whip my tits and pussy with the strap. You don't even have to tie me. I'll lay on the table and hold my legs open". In reply Mrs. Winston maliciously said "I do enjoy that, but not this time. Start putting the leads on before I make you come to the house and I use the big machine". Visibly shaken Tina began to unwrap the wires as Goldie placed other things on the table. One was a short thick rubber dildo. Second was a metal cylinder about the size of a frankfurter. Last was a tube of K-Y. As Tina screwed one of the wires into the cylinder she turned toward Mrs. Winston and said "should I undress madam". The reply was "just pull your tits out, we don't have all day". I watched in astonishment as Tina slid the bra straps over her shoulders and pulled the cups down. Without any further hesitation Tina spread a liberal amount of the K-Y on each nipple. Next she picked up a wire that ended in a metal clip. As we all watched Tina opened the clip with her fingers, brought it to her nipple, and gingerly relaxed her grip. I saw her grimace as she reached for an identical wire and repeated the process on her other nipple. With the wires dangling obscenely from her chest Tina began coating the metal cylinder with K-Y. Seemingly oblivious to her surroundings or the people watching her, Tina squatted and pushed the cylinder into her pussy. When she was done she turned toward Mrs. Winston. As the sadistic woman took a seat next to her husband she said "set it to medium for twenty seconds and get on the table. If you pull any leads off or get up we'll make it thirty seconds on high and start again".

Tears were running down Tina's cheeks as she turned some dials on the box. As she slowly began to lie down on the cold hard wood she put the rubber dildo into her mouth. Our eyes met as I watched her sink her teeth into it. I could see she was terrified. Naked and in pain I stood mesmerized. I was witnessing the torture of a fellow employee in the office we worked in. I thought of protesting but realized it could just as easily be me. I wasn't quite sure what was going to happen but my instincts and personal experience told me that Tina was going to suffer badly. As everyone watched Mrs. Winston flipped a switch on the box. In an instant I saw my friends body begin to shudder and convulse. She was emitting sounds that were more animal like than human. Her eyes bulged in their sockets. I watched Tina's body twist into inhuman contortions. She thrashed around the table for what seemed to be an eternity. Finally the buzzing of the box stopped. Tina spit out the gag and began gasping for breath. She was bathed in sweat and saliva drooled from her mouth. Her nose was bleeding and there were small pools of urine near her crotch. We all watched for several minutes as Tina tried desperately to recover.

Mrs. Winston was the first to speak. I was told to remember what I had just witnessed. The same could easily be done to me. Tina was told to get up and clean the mess she had made of the table. She was also told to consider herself lucky. If they weren't in a hurry she would have been made to lick the table clean. White as a ghost Tina tried to stand holding the table for support. Goldie handed her a wet towel so she could wipe her face. Then, instantly obeying Mrs. Winston, Tina began to remove the clips from her nipples. The sharp teeth left tiny drops of blood. Also the nipples appeared to be twice their normal size. Then moaning loudly she pulled the dildo out of her pussy. As Goldie put back the instruments of Tina's torture, I helped my friend clean the table. Mr. Winston's office was now back to normal and he was ready for his next client.

Tina and I were both helped into an adjoining bedroom which I never knew existed. Mrs. Winston made herself comfortable while Goldie poured coffee. Tina struggled into the bathroom as I went to my knees near the bed. The high fever I was running coupled with the events of the the past forty eight hours caught up with me. About twenty minutes later Tina came out of the bathroom fully dressed. Miraculously she almost looked like nothing happened to her. Again she began helping me. When I was dressed and on my feet Mrs. Winston looked at us and with a big smirk on her face said "take the rest of the day off, you both look like shit".

The End