Chapter 5
Charlotte followed Nisa to the wet room in the back, which turned out to be a large, luxurious women’s bathroom where all the stalls had been removed. Three toilets were lined up in the open against the back wall, and a shower without a curtain had been installed on the right. The floor was dark marble, and the walls were tiled to the ceiling.
Nisa pointed at a padded table on the left, already laid out with a disposable changing pad. “Get up on the table. I’ll be with you in a sec.”
“Can’t I just do it myself?”
“Worried that someone sees the mess you made, you dirty piggy?” Nisa asked, getting herself a pair of latex gloves from the vanity. “It’s simple, really. You piss and shit yourself like a baby, you get changed like a baby.”
Right.
Sighing, Charlotte climbed on the table and lay on her back. With that thrashing still hanging over her head, it was smarter to keep her mouth shut. The last thing she needed was extra lashes.
“It’s not like I want to do this,” Nisa said, ripping the diaper open. “Victoria’s orders.”
Charlotte took one look at her shit-caked crotch and let her head fall back on the table. The stinking brown mush clung to her skin, a thick layer of feces that had spread from ass to twat. She wasn’t sure if she would have masturbated as hard last night if she had seen this disgusting mess.
“Damn, that’s bad.” Nisa coughed, stepping back. “There’s even fresh shit in there. When did you do that?”
“In the cage. When you left me waiting for hours.”
“My God. I don’t even know where to start.”
Nisa worked in silence, scraping off the excrement, cleaning every nook and cranny. By the time she applied skin lotion, a dozen wet wipes had followed the rolled-up diaper in the bin.
“I should have taken a picture,” Nisa said when Charlotte climbed off the table. “That was the worst I’ve seen in a while.”
“What now?”
“You wait here. Victoria wants to talk to you before I strap your cunt.”
Victoria kept her waiting for another half an hour until she finally showed up in her usual leather dress, carrying a heavy steel yoke and a spreader bar. Both devices looked familiar – Charlotte had seen these exact models browsing bondage porn on the Internet.
“It’s amazing what you can get online these days,” Victoria said.“ A properly trained whore doesn’t need any of this, of course. She’ll spread her legs for the strap without making a fuss. But you’re not there yet, so it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
Resigned to her fate, Charlotte stood still as Victoria locked the yoke around her neck. Feeding her hands into the cuffs at the sides, forcing her arms wide, she secured everything with padlocks. The thing was solid steel and rested heavily on her shoulders.
Sitting on the floor, she struggled to keep her balance, waiting until Victoria had locked the spreader bar onto her ankles. Open and exposed, she felt Victoria’s first touch on her skin.
“You really are a slut,” she said, running her fingers between Charlotte’s already moist labia. “Just wait until we’re done here. Your twat will be so swollen that even pissing will be hell.”
“P-permission to speak, Ms. Victoria?”
Victoria laughed. “Yeah, yeah, it’s funny how you bitches always discover your manners right before a cunt strapping. Go ahead, speak. But don’t waste my time with groveling or excuses.”
“Never mind, then.”
“You remember what got you here?”
“Lying, Ms. Victoria.”
The woman paced in front of the vanity. “If it was only that, Charlotte.”
“Being impolite to my colleagues, Ms. Victoria.” She drew a shaky breath. “But I’m really trying! I just want to do a good job, and they keep messing up, and–”
“Stop, Charlotte. You keep going on and on about that job of yours. Tell me, what did you achieve last week?”
It was an easy enough question. “I optimized the checkout flow of our online shop. Based on our A/B testing, that change’s going to increase the conversion rate by one point six percent.”
Victoria gave her a long, hard look. “So you’re going to make the rich people who own the company a little bit richer. And you made your team’s life hell in the process? Is that it?”
Charlotte strained her wrists, inescapably secured by the yoke. “Y-yes.”
“Nobody cares. Maybe a few empty suits in middle management. Cutting hair, restocking shelves, scrubbing floors and toilets – those are real jobs. Small jobs, yes, but they have an actual impact on peoples’ lives.”
It was hard arguing with that.
“Right,” Charlotte said, rolling her eyes. “So you’re saying I should quit my job and learn to cut hair? Or go and volunteer at a soup kitchen?”
“Oh my,” Victoria said with a sigh. “You really are a dumb cunt.”
Charlotte gasped, exasperated. “For fuck’s sake! Why do you have to call me dumb all the time? I’m not dumb! I have a computer science major from–”
“Shut up! This has nothing to do with IQ, Charlotte. Let me tell you from my own experience: you can have a PhD and still be an exceptionally dumb cunt. Now, not every job has meaning. Stay in that stupid job for all I care. Just don’t think it’s the most important thing in the world. It isn’t.”
The woman had a point, but there was no way she would admit it right now. She tilted her head, feeling the steel of the yoke on her neck and her shoulders.
“I did achieve something last week,” Charlotte said. “I managed to shove that Atlas up my ass.”
Victoria burst into laughter. “At least you have a sense of humor.” She approached, rubbing Charlotte’s defenseless cunt with her foot. “You know what? To get you started with real, honest work, you're going to do your own cleaning from now on. I hear your apartment is a pigsty. Nisa will come by for an inspection.”
Right on cue, the door flew open and Nisa entered the room. She had the cock gag in one hand and a curious leather strap with a split end wrapped around the other.
“You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this,” she said, letting the strap cut through the air. “How many lashes does she get?”
Victoria shrugged. “The usual. Let’s start with two dozen–”
“Two dozen?!” Charlotte gasped.
“Shut up, I’m not done! That’s just for your induction; the same thing everyone gets as part of their training. Your actual punishment is higher than that. We’ll have to see how high exactly.”
Charlotte swallowed.
“It’s tradition,” Nisa said, approaching with the gag. “Now open your mouth.”
“I got a lot more when my madam broke me in,” Victoria said as Nisa buckled the gag. “I started late into this profession, had to work through a few issues of my own. Lie back.”
Flat on her back, Charlotte’s legs trembled in anticipation. Taking short, shallow breaths, she waited for the strap to fall.
Nisa took aim. The strap landed dead center on her crotch, with a loud crack echoing in the bare room. The pain was beyond anything Charlotte had felt in her life. Her eyes wide open, she screamed into the rubber phallus, unable to close her legs.
Oh god, oh God, o God!