Chapter 6
Charlotte lay sobbing on the cold bathroom floor in a puddle of urine, her beaten cunt radiating agony. She felt exhausted. Drained. All cried out. She had no idea how many lashes it had been, and it didn’t matter. The gag had been removed, but both the yoke and the spreader bar stayed in place. She blew her nose into the tissue Nisa offered.
“Fuck!” Charlotte groaned, struggling to sit. “They say therapy is painful. I guess they’re right.”
Victoria scoffed. “This wasn’t therapy. Just beating a disobedient whore into submission. And in my experience, people normally don’t beg or piss on the floor in a therapy session.”
“God, this hurts.”
“Of course, it does, that’s the whole point.” With a chuckle, Victoria knelt down and pinched Charlotte’s bruised clit, eliciting a low, guttural groan.
“Got it! No more lying!”
“We’ll see how long that impression lasts,” Victoria said, continuing her examination. “Next time, I expect you to spread your legs without all this hardware, like a proper whore. Do you think you can do that?”
Charlotte exhaled, feeling the throbbing of her swollen clit and labia. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I guess we’ll have to see.”
“Let’s get to the next item on the agenda.” Victoria got up and opened the top drawer of the vanity, pulling out a ridiculously huge purple butt plug. “You said you wanted a week with this, right?”
Just looking at it made Charlotte’s asshole twitch. She had seen the Colossus on her computer screen, but up close, it was even more intimidating. The Atlas had been huge, an almost impossible challenge just a few days ago, but this thing was in a league of its own. No way it was going to fit.
“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” Victoria said, weighing the heavy silicone monster in her hand. “It’s not the biggest we have, but it’ll do for now.”
“That thing’s going to wreck me for sure, Ms. Victoria.”
“Nothing takes you down a peg like a wrecked asshole,” Victoria said as Charlotte stared in disbelief at the bulbous piece of silicone. “Shitting yourself from time to time is a real possibility. Just yesterday it happened to one of my other online sluts when she was standing in the checkout line.”
Charlotte took a deep breath. Losing control while being out in public? Perhaps on a run in her white spandex shorts? Her bruised, swelling cunt still hurt, but her nipples were standing at attention.
Am I crazy to want this? Yes, I’m definitely crazy.
“I’m leaving it up to you,” Victoria said. “You could walk out of here with an empty ass. Even without the chastity belt. Abort your training and go back to yelling at your colleagues as if nothing happened.”
“No,” Charlotte whispered. “I want it.”
“Good. I feel like we’re making real progress today.”
With a grunt, Charlotte sat up, making the padlocks of her yoke clink against the steel frame. “Could you take this stuff off, please?”
“Let’s leave that on for now. We’ll turn you around, and you can lick up your piss while Nisa shoves that plug in. I have that stupid banker cunt coming over, and I can’t have you block the wet room forever.”
Nisa took a lot less time with the Colossus than Charlotte had with the Atlas. When it was finally lodged inside her rectum, her overstretched sphincter contracted around the base of the plug. That base was narrow only in relative terms, keeping her open wider than the biggest cock she had ever fucked.
I’m stuffed like a goddamn turkey.
She winced when the shield of the chastity belt pressed against her swollen cunt.
“Remember you wanted this,” Nisa said, securing the belt with a padlock.
“You could have been a bit more gentle.”
Nisa chuckled. “Yeah, I could have.”
When the spreader bar and the yoke were finally unlocked, Charlotte took a couple of tiny, tentative steps. Everything hurt. Walking was almost impossible.
Nisa laughed. “Hilarious. You waddle like a duck.”
“Shit. I’ll have to call a taxi. No way I can make it to the bus stop like this.”
“Not so fast. Since you’re going to clean your apartment yourself from now on, Victoria asked me to teach you how it’s done.”
Charlotte stared at her. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I wish. Supervising useless cunts is not how I imagined my Saturday.” Nisa grabbed Charlotte’s nipple. “Follow me. You’re not leaving until the first floor is spotless. Floors, toilets, everything.”
Nisa wasn’t the world’s most patient instructor. Exhausted and hurting all over, Charlotte was relieved when Nisa was finally called to the wet room. Somewhat halfheartedly, she kept mopping the floor, her butt now covered with numerous red welts. Compared to her throbbing cunt and the Colossus, that additional pain barely registered.
After half an hour of relative quiet, Nisa reappeared, a sniffling woman with smudged makeup in tow. It had to be the banker. She was a brunette in her mid-thirties, naked and equipped with the same kind of chastity belt Charlotte was wearing.
“Charlotte, this is Mia. Mia, meet Charlotte.” Nisa glanced at both. “Oh, shit, I forgot something. Get started, you lazy sluts!”
As Nisa rushed off, Charlotte gave Mia a brief nod, then went back to wiping down the bars of the display cage.
“Oh God,” Mia groaned. “My coochie hurts so much!”
Your coochie? Charlotte stifled a laugh.
“And this monstrosity up my rear?” Mia continued, bending over slightly. “How am I supposed to survive three days with that?”
“Wait until you have to take a shit and can’t. That’s when the real torture starts.” Charlotte straightened her back, shooting her an amused glance. ”Which one do you have?”
“The Titan. I swear, when that sadist shoved it in, I thought it would split me open.” Mia grimaced, spreading her legs wide. “What are you wearing?”
“I’ve got the Colossus for a week.”
“Geez.”
Charlotte shrugged. “I can take it. It’s just a matter of discipline.”
“But…. but, will it ever close again?” Mia waved her hand in a vague gesture. “You know what I mean?”
“My asshole’s gonna gape, that’s for sure. But I’ll wear a diaper. You should get one too the first day it’s out.”
“What are you talking about?” Mia shouted. “I’m an adult! I can’t wear a diaper!”
Charlotte looked at the woman’s shocked face and couldn’t help but laugh. “In that case, you better not squat. There’s a good chance you’ll ruin your panties.”
“Seriously, this is so different from what I expected! I just wanted to spice things up in bed with my boyfriend, get a few new skills…”
“I’d say you did. Three days with the Titan and you should be more than ready to take it up the ass. Any dick in the world will fit. So pull yourself together and–”
Charlotte’s head whipped around when she heard a voice behind her.
“You’re supposed to work, you stupid cunts, not blabber,” Nisa said, carrying her leather strap and two gags. “Charlotte, bend over.”
“But I didn’t do anything! I was cleaning! I just–”
“No excuses! On second thought, let’s get those gags in first. I’m sick and tired of your whining.”
Mia watched with big eyes as Nisa pushed Charlotte’s fat cock gag in and closed the buckle. She received a significantly smaller red ball gag, which made her drool on the floor that Charlotte had just mopped.
Charlotte glared at her, sticking out her butt for the strap.
I better get a fucking gold star when I finish this course.