The Redstone Girls
by John Andrew

I can still remember, the cold shiver that ran through me when I heard the news that Debbie and Marie Redstone had been released from prison, and had been making enquiries about me. Debbie and Marie had hospitalised a local man, Jeff Cooper, for ‘not showing enough respect’. They had broken into his house, whilst he was sleeping, and tortured him for several hours before breaking his arms and legs. At the request of the victim, the court had been closed to the public and press for the duration of the trial, and the case had been heard in camera. I had been the one to see the girls coming out of Jeff Cooper’s house in the early hours of the morning and, after hearing about the attack, had told the Police and given evidence to that effect. The details of Jeff’s torture were never published, but the girls were given six months each. As far as Debbie and Marie were concerned, I had been the one to get them put away.

Debbie Redstone was 19 years old, 5’ 4" tall with long, wavy auburn hair. Marie, her younger sister, was 18 years old, 5’6" tall with the same auburn hair colour, but in a short, cropped style. Both girls wore the same ‘uniform’ of black vest tops under a black leather waistcoat, black leather mini skirt over bare legs and 4" heeled knee length black leather boots. Both girls worked out at Andre’s gym and had sculpted, tight muscular bodies, whilst very much maintaining their femininity.

I felt, under the circumstances, it would be wise not to venture out after dark and to make sure all windows and doors in my house were kept locked at all times. And so, this was how I lived for the first six days after their release.

One thing that I will never take lightly again is ‘gut-feelings’. If I had listened to my own internal alarm bells, none of the events that I am about to relate would have happened.

It all started about 11.30pm on the Saturday night. I was sat at home watching TV, with the volume as low as possible so that I would hear any attempts to break in. Next to my chair was a pickaxe handle. Debbie and Marie may be attractive women on the outside, but I had no intention of facing what was inside them without an advantage. I was living on my nerves.

I almost leapt from my skin as the first ring of the telephone cut the almost silent air. Should I answer it? They couldn’t do anything to me on the end of a telephone line, except threaten me. I gingerly picked up the receiver,

"Hello"?

"Hi John, it’s Michelle. How are things"?

I breathed a sigh of relief. Michelle and I had been friends for about five years and I felt an enormous sense of joy at hearing her voice.

"Hi Mich, I’m fine, keeping my head down at the moment, but fine".

"Oh, you mean this business with Debbie and Marie"?

"Yes. I don’t even go out anymore. They’ve got me running scared"!

"Oh, that’s a pity. I was going to ask you to pop over here. I’m feeling lonely, to be honest, John".

Michelle lived about three miles away. Neither of us wanted to get involved in a serious relationship, and yet we both had sexual needs, and so we maintained each other’s sanity by being both friends and lovers to each other.

I considered the risk and felt that I could drive over in my car and return in daylight, tomorrow.

I was living in a state of paranoia. Every sound, every creak was the Redstone girls, coming to get me.

"Actually, Mich, I think that we could both use some TLC at the moment. I’ll be over in about fifteen minutes, okay"?

"I’ll have some wine open and ready for when you get here. See you soon".

I put down the receiver and ran my hand through my hair. A short break from this madness was what I needed. So why were my instincts making me feel uncomfortable about what I’d just arranged with Michelle"?

I put my fears to the back of my mind and put my boots and jacket on. I could take the pick-axe handle out to the car, just in case, and if I didn’t need it, I could keep it in the car until tomorrow, when I would need to search the house on my return.

Dressed and armed, I quickly made my way to my car, got in, started it and sped off hastily towards Michelle’s house. I couldn’t help thinking at the time; Michelle doesn’t usually refer to the Redstone girls by their first names. She had always privately called them ‘Dog of two heads’.

I reached Michelle’s drive way and drove right up to the front of the house. I waited a moment and looked around for anybody moving about. The Redstone girls were dangerous and clever. As all looked okay, I jumped out of the car, ran up to the door and rang the doorbell. I watched behind me as I waited for the door to be answered. I heard the door open behind me and turned to see Michelle. Michelle Bonner was a slim, 26 year old with shoulder length blonde hair and ice blue eyes. She was wearing a loose, floral patterned summer dress. I grabbed her arm and pulled her inside in a swift movement. Once inside, I turned to shut and lock the door only to see the door slam shut behind me. There, with her arm across the door, stood Marie Redstone.

The Redstone’s preyed on their victims together. If Marie was here, where was Debbie? I swung away from Marie to see where Debbie was hiding. The answer hit me. She was behind me, wielding a baseball bat at my head. In an instant, I raised my right arm to stop the blow as the bat made contact with my forearm. ‘CRACK’!! The pain sheared through my arm as I grabbed the broken limb with my left hand. Marie grabbed me from behind around my throat and pulled me backwards, off balance. I heard Michelle scream out,

"Please, Debbie, please don’t hurt him"!

Debbie’s sharp retort silenced Michelle’s pleas.

"Shut the fuck up whore, or I’ll fucking kill the son of a bitch"!

Debbie was swinging the bat again, but lower. The bat hit me straight in my balls. I screamed, much to Debbie’s amusement. I twisted and convulsed with the wrenching fire in my scrotum, unable to move in Marie’s arm lock.

Through tear filled eyes, I watched helplessly as Debbie lined up the bat for another attack,

‘CRACK’!! Debbie swung the bat low, putting all of its impact into the side of my left knee. I expelled a guttural grunt as my legs buckled from under me. Marie released the grip from my throat and I collapsed to the floor, helpless at Debbie’s booted feet. I heard Debbie’s voice from above me,

"Hi John. It’s good of you to come and visit us. I hope you won’t think me a bad hostess if I deal with little Michelle first, will you"?

I looked up through the tears to see Debbie grab a handful of Michelle’s lovely blonde hair and yank her down to her knees before the leather clad Domina. Marie walked around from behind me and stood in front of the kneeling Michelle.

Marie was the first to speak,

"What are we going to do with this one"?

Debbie yanked Michelle’s head back and stared coldly down at her tear stained face.

"She’s going to join in our fun, aren’t you, you little whore"?

"Michelle sobbed uncontrollably. Without warning, Marie slapped Michelle across the face as hard as she could.

"When my sister asks you a fucking question, you answer it, you ignorant little piece of shit"!!!

Another sharp slap induced Michelle’s answer,

"Yes, anything, yes. Please don’t hurt us. We promise that we won’t tell anybody"!

Debbie and Marie began to laugh. Debbie yanked back on Michelle’s hair and started to drag her across the floor behind her.

Marie turned on her stiletto heels to face me again.

"And what about you big mouth, are you going to do anything for us if we promise not to hurt you"?

Marie let out a cold, sadistic laugh. Before I could answer, I watched as Marie drew her left foot back and swung a vicious kick at my face. The toe of her boot caught me underneath my cheekbone sending the side of my face numb. Debbie had dragged Michelle, by her hair, to the bottom of the staircase. She turned to her sister and said,

"Tie him up, sis, and then bring him upstairs. I’ll get this one ready for our pleasure"!

Debbie let out an evil cackle that made Marie start giggling. Marie looked down at me. Grabbing me by a handful of hair, she turned my face up towards hers and called back to her sister,

"What’s the point, you’ve fucked his arm up and that leg isn’t going to get him far"?

"I don’t want him to offer ANY resistance to us. He can only crawl? That’s fine. Just collar and leash the fucker and drag his sorry ass up here when it’s done"!

Marie stood over me for a moment, with her legs astride my prone body. I couldn’t see her raise her foot and direct its 4" stiletto heel straight into my back. I screamed out with the extreme pain. I began to shake. I couldn’t conceive of a worse nightmare than to be the playthings of these two sadistic beauties. I thanked God for this short reprieve whilst Marie went out to the garage to get the collar and lead with which to continue my punishment and humiliation as their abject prisoner.

Upstairs, I could hear Michelle’s muffled pleadings between torrents of abuse and slapping from Debbie. Marie returned from the garage with a black studded dog collar and a leather lead. She leaned over me and fitted the collar around my throat and attached the lead, giving it a sharp pull, which nearly choked me.

"Crawl behind me, on your knees or on your belly, like the fucking slug that you are"!

Marie pulled sharply again on the lead and started to walk towards the stairs. I tried to lift myself onto my hands and knees, but the damage to my forearm and leg made it impossible for me to sustain my weight without extreme pain. Marie continued to pull sharply on the lead,

"Move it, fuck pig, we’ve got things to do"!

I resigned myself to the fact that I could only move by crawling on my belly and using my one good arm and leg to slither behind my beautiful, but cruel torturer. As best as I could, I mounted the stairs and crawled across the landing, dragged behind Marie, until we reached Michelle’s bedroom. Marie stopped in the doorway and I crawled alongside her, my face next to her stiletto heeled boot, and observed the scene. Michelle had been quiet and now I saw why! Michelle had been tied by her wrists and ankles, on her back, to the four corners of the bed. Debbie was sat on Michelle’s face, facing her feet with her ass engulfing Michelle’s nose and mouth, and was smiling at Marie. Michelle was struggling and writhing beneath her dominant captor.

"Tie him to the table over there and bring that hairbrush over to me, sis. Michelle’s being disobedient.

Once again, I felt the tug on the lead and crawled to a long teak wood table, on which were sat a TV and video. Marie lashed my lead to the leg of the table and picked up a wooden handled hairbrush from the dressing table, situated next to the double bed on which Michelle was being smothered by Debbie’s shapely ass. Debbie looked over her shoulder, into the eyes of her subdued victim and warned,

"Michelle. If you don’t lick my pussy, Marie is going to ram the bristle end of your hairbrush in and out of your cunt until you do. Now, lick it bitch, make me happy"!

Marie moved closer to the bed, holding the hairbrush, ready to administer Debbie’s threat to the frightened and whimpering Michelle. I watched as Michelle’s jaw started to move beneath her tormentor’s crotch, and heard Debbie sigh,

"Oh yes. That’s good. If you do a good job, I’ll let you lick Marie out next"!

I heard the slurping and sucking sounds from Michelle’s attempts at assuaging the leather-clad Domina. Marie turned towards me and placed her booted foot in front of my face,

"While I’m waiting, slug, you can lick my boot clean for me, can’t you"?

I knew that any refusal, by either Michelle, or myself to do what our captors wanted, was going to hurt. My arm and leg left me in no doubt as to how much pain these evil vixens were willing to inflict. I slithered forward, put out my tongue and began to lick the toe and instep of Marie’s boot. I heard her purr above me, with delight.

I heard Debbie’s voice again, taunting Michelle.

"Tell me that you love licking my pussy, whore"!

Debbie raised her ass off of Michelle’s face, just enough to allow her to answer,

"I…..love…l…l…licking…….your pu……pu…….pussy".

Michelle sobbed out. Debbie looked over at her sister and laughed. Marie smiled and said,

"Isn’t that sweet. Well, if she loves your pussy, she’ll love mine"!

Both girls began laughing. Marie swapped boots and I began licking her other boot, without hesitation. I admit it. I was terrified, and knew that these teenage gangsters would think nothing of ending my existence in their own perverse way.

"Hey Marie, I need to fart"! Debbie lifted herself slightly off Michelle’s face just enough to shuffle herself forward and position Michelle’s mouth against her sweaty ass hole.

"Make her beg for it, first"! Marie teased, knowing that Michelle would be too terrified of the sisters to deny them anything.

"Hey, whore, beg me to fart in your mouth. Tell me you want to eat my farts. Beg for me, now, slut"!

Michelle stuttered out through her tears,

"P….Please….f….f….fart in m….my m….m..mouth"!

Marie moved her boot away from my tongue, strode over to the bed and viciously slapped Michelle’s exposed mound five or six times with the hairbrush,

"Beg, you fucking whore, beg"!

"Please, I b…beg, please Debbie, f..fart in my m…mouth"!

"Well, if you insist".

I watched from my lowly position as Debbie arched her back and pushed her ass firmly down onto Michelle’s tear stained face. I watched Debbie close her eyes and give out a soft grunt before I heard the trumpet of her fart resound in Michelle’s mouth. Debbie and Marie began to giggle. Marie looked down at me and snapped,

"And we don’t really have anything against this little whore. We just needed her to get to you. So, think what we’ve got in store for you"!

I shuddered, as Debbie looked down from her sobbing throne and added,

"I’ve got special plans for that big mouth of yours, so don’t go away. It’ll be your turn soon enough"!

Debbie lifted herself off Michelle’s face and stood in front of me. I heard her enquire of Marie,

"Has he finished doing your boots"?

Marie answered,

"Yes, you carry on and use him. It’s my turn to ride the whore"!

I watched the leather clad vixen climb onto the bed and, pulling her thong panties off and casting them aside, mount her ass onto the helpless blonde’s face. I received a simple instruction from Debbie,

"Lick my boots clean, NOW"!

I strained forward with my tongue and began to polish the boot presented to me. I licked the toe and instep, moving round to lick the length of Debbie’s 4" heels. From the bed, I could hear Marie farting on Michelle’s face and laughing at her futile struggles to avoid the degrading act that she was being forced to undergo. I continued licking Debbie’s boots until,

"Debs, when do we cure big mouth of his problem"?

"Why, Marie. Are you ready to………fill his vacancy"?

"What! Do you mean, am I ready for a shit yet"?

The sister’s laughed as I looked at them, wide eyed in shock and disgust at what their conversation might mean.

Debbie withdrew her boots from my tongue and said,

"Well, if you’re not ready, I am. We’ll use the big mouth as our toilet and then we can sit on the whore’s tongue and she can act as toilet paper for us".

Debbie squatted down in front of me and held my chin in her hands to make me face her.

"Did you get all of that, big mouth. We’ve decided that, as you like opening your mouth so much, we’d put that wide-open space to some practical use. So, after much deliberation, we’ve chosen to employ that mouth as our toilet. You do want to be our toilet, don’t you"?

I looked away from Debbie, in disgust. I had no desire to allow these teenage sadists to abuse me, especially in such a gross manner. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t say yes and I feared what they’d do to me if I said no. I dejectedly tried to plead with the girls’ better natures,

"Please Debbie…".

"Did you hear that Debs, he said, ‘Yes please Debbie’"!

"What a good little toilet he is. Well, let’s not keep him waiting then"!

I watched in horror as Debbie slid her panties off and turned around to present her, admittedly exquisitely shaped, ass to me. Marie climbed off Michelle’s face and sat on the edge of the bed to observe her older sister’s humiliation of me. Debbie pulled on my collar until I was sat up with my back to the dressing table. I heard Debbie’s warning,

"Don’t waste any of my delicious chocolate or, by fuck, I’ll crucify you worse than anyone I’ve ever battered. Just chew it and swallow it, understand"?

I felt repelled as I answered her, tears starting to fill my eyes at the realisation of what was about to be done,

"Yes, Debbie".

Debbie bent her knees, lifted the back of her leather mini skirt and pushed her ass hole against my lips. I couldn’t raise the courage to open my mouth and submit to this degradation. Marie stepped away from the bed and assisted me by placing her boot between my legs and applying increasing pressure onto my balls. Within moments, I had opened my mouth. Debbie nestled her ass hole tightly to my open mouth and let rip with a rasping fart. As I gagged on the foul smelling gas, I felt Debbie’s sphincter begin to open and a 9" log of shit force it’s way along my tongue and begin to build up in the back of my mouth. As soon as the last piece of my captor’s shit had escaped her ass hole, I heard from above me,

"Now, chew it big mouth, chew my shit and swallow it or we’ll bury you alive in our shit"!

In abject defeat, I began to chew on the soft, foul tasting offering. I had to swallow continually to prevent myself from vomiting Debbie’s ‘chocolate’ across the room. It took several minutes to complete my degradation before Debbie announced,

"Okay, sis. It’s your turn now. I’ll just use the little fart face whore here, to clean my ass for me"!

Marie released the pressure from my scrotum and Debbie stepped away, mounting the bed to sit astride Michelle’s face again and use her tongue to clean the shit smears from her ass. Marie took off her thong panties and threw them down. She looked coldly into my eyes and said,

"I’ve been waiting for this moment. Open wide, big mouth"!

Marie turned her back to me and lifted her mini skirt to reveal a perfectly formed peach shaped ass. She backed herself into my face and adjusted her footing. She stepped onto my scrotum sack with her 4" heel and ordered,

"Beg me to do this. Beg, really submissively, for me to shit into your mouth. Beg for it, toilet"!

With my nose resting against the edge of her crack, and my breath reminding me that there was no way out, I begged,

"Please Marie, I beg you, shit into my mouth".

"Oh, put some fucking feeling into it"! Marie stepped down onto my scrotum with her full weight. I howled in agony as I felt her heel cutting through the skin and pinching the edge of one of my balls.

Please, please, I’m begging you, please. Shit in my mouth, please, please"!

"That was much better. Okay, put your mouth where it belongs"!

I put my head forward and lodged it between Marie’s cheeks, enclosing her ass hole with my lips. I could feel the flexing of her sphincter.

"Here it comes, don’t lose any of it. Eat it all"!

Her hole expanded to allow the long log of soft shit to curl itself within the confines of my mouth. Marie watched with a wicked glee while I chewed and swallowed down her foul tasting shit.

"Have you finished with the toilet paper yet, Debs"?

"Yeah, she’s about done cleaning me".

Marie stepped over to the bed. Debbie dismounted from Michelle’s shit smeared mouth, Marie climbed on, joking with her elder sister,

"Hey Debs, the seat’s still warm"! The Dominas laughed at the cruel joke. Debbie walked over to where I sat. I watched Marie wiggling about on Michelle’s mouth, revelling in her power over the captive woman who was cleaning her captor’s ass, without resistance. Debbie walked up to me. She looked at my broken, swollen limbs; my shit stained face and issued her ultimatum,

"We spent six months of our lives behind bars because you had to be a big mouth. Well, this is how it goes from this moment on, we can take your pretty little friend here and torture her until she loses her sanity, or else, you can save her mind and self-respect by agreeing to offer your life to us for twelve months. That works out at six months for each of us. You’ll do absolutely anything that we want or demand of you. You’ll be our boot licker, you’ll lick sweat from our ass’s, feet, armpits, in fact anywhere we say, and, of course, you’ll be our personal toilet and ass wipe. If you obey us without question or hesitation, we will refrain from breaking parts of your skeleton. We’ll still beat you, if it pleases us to do so, we just won’t break anything. Well, what’s your answer"?

I looked at poor Michelle, lying tied to her own bed, her face streaked with shit stained tears. I couldn’t allow her to suffer anymore. I had no choice but to debase myself for these two teenage Dominas, for the next twelve months. I agreed to Debbie’s terms.

"Good. When we want you, we’ll telephone. You’ll attend to our wishes immediately, dropping anything else that you’re doing. The first time that you fail to attend to our needs, or we feel that you haven’t responded quickly enough, we’ll just pop back here and get your sweet little friend here to service us instead. Is that understood"?

"Yes, I understand".

Marie butted in,

"And from now on, you’ll address us as ‘Goddess’, even in public, is that understood"?

I couldn’t do anything but agree.

Debbie and Marie stood in front of me, enjoying the sight of their handiwork, hands on hips. Debbie looked at me quizzically,

"Well, aren’t you going to kiss our feet and thank us both for being so lenient in our sentencing"?

I lowered myself to the floor with my one good arm and crawled towards the shiny leather boots of the malevolent sisters.

I kissed each girls boots in turn and thanked them,

"Thank you, Goddess, for your merciful judgement". The words almost stuck in my throat.

My sentence was about to begin, six months servitude to the Redstone girl’s perverse desires. Michelle and I remained in stunned silence as we heard the girls descend the staircase, laughing and gloating about what they’d made us do. The front door slammed shut as the two beautiful Dominas left the house. Neither Michelle nor I ever spoke of that day again.

-

I had waited all week for a telephone call from one of the Redstone sisters. Despite having one arm in plaster and a badly bruised and swollen knee, I knew that sooner or later, they would want to use me for their perverse pleasure, and the waiting was making me nervous.

It was the following Saturday afternoon when the telephone finally rang. It was Debbie’s voice,

“Slave, meet my sister and me outside the old Portland cement works. Be there at 5.30, and don’t be late, or else we’ll have to visit sweet little Michelle, won’t we?

“Please Debbie, I’ll be there, just please don’t hurt Michelle again”, I pleaded.

“Just be there”!

The phone cut off. I looked at the clock. It was already 5.05. I leapt up and put my boots on and set out for the old factory. It was about ten minutes walk, but with my leg strapped up with bandage, I thought that I’d better give my self slightly longer to get there. I wondered to myself, what sort of fool am I, turning up early to be abused by two teenage girls. I only had to remember Michelle’s face, soaked with sweat, tears and shit, and I knew why.

I arrived outside the gates of the factory at about 5.25. I looked up and down the street. It was deserted. I lit a cigarette and leaned back against the blue railings of the factory. As I looked about, I saw someone turn the corner and start walking up towards me. I froze as I tried to focus only the figure in black. A few more moments passed as the figure became clearer. It was just some fat teenage girl with lank, brown greasy hair. As she got closer, she looked across at me and said, “Hi” and smiled at me. I had enough on my mind without encouraging fat females to me. I must have shown the disgust in my look as I replied,

“Oh fuck off, you fat bitch”!

She looked away quickly and walked on.

A few minutes later, the easily recognisable bodies of the Redstone sisters came into view. I puffed quickly on my cigarette, I felt like the condemned man. Debbie and Marie strode up to where I was standing. Both were dressed in their usual black vest tops, leather waistcoats, short leather skirts and knee high boots with stiletto heels. They stopped about six foot in front of me. Debbie was the first to speak,

“Lick our boots, slave”!

I carefully lowered my self down. Unable to bend my knee, I was forced to lie on my stomach and crawl towards these cruel, yet beautiful Dominas. Debbie put her right foot forward and I licked the toe and instep of her shiny leather boot, grateful that they had chosen such a quiet area to begin their humiliation of me. After licking Debbie’s boots, I crawled to Marie and licked her boots while the girls laughed at me. I was interrupted from my boot licking by a sharp kick to my ribs from the toe of Debbie’s boot,

“Okay slave, you can carry on with that later, but for now, we’ve decided to give you a little surprise”. I heard Marie start to giggle and saw Debbie nudge her,

“Get up”!

I pulled myself up to my feet and brushed the road dust off my shirt front. Marie looked at me and beckoned with her finger,

“Walkies, slave. Follow us”!

I walked a few yards behind the two teenage vixens, the sweet waft of their perfume filling my lungs.

We turned a few corners until we reached a thin three-storey building. Debbie unlocked and opened the door and stepped inside. Marie stepped back, looked at me and pointed inside,

“Move it, shit bag”!

I cautiously stepped through the doorway and looked around. It had been a shop but had been left empty for several years and was strewn with debris. Graffiti daubed the walls. One particular wall was covered with the slogan, ’Redstone girls kick ass, local boys kiss ass’. Marie closed and locked the door behind us, then walked past me to stand next to her sister. The two stood there facing me, hands on hips. Marie was turning her foot, examining her boot. Debbie spoke,

“We intend to keep you here until tomorrow. During your time here, you will be very attentive to our needs and desires. Is that understood”?

I nodded and answered,

“Yes, Goddess Debbie”.

Marie gave me a cold stare. I quickly added,

“And Goddess Marie”!

Marie smiled smugly to herself. She loved the power that she could wield over people.

Debbie spoke again,

“As you can’t kneel at the moment, you will remain on your belly or on your back, whichever we choose. Is that clear”?

I lowered myself down onto my stomach before the dominant enchantresses and answered,

“Anything you say, Goddess Debbie and Goddess Marie”.

Marie walked slowly over to my prostrate body and stepped over to stand astride me. I didn’t dare look up and so I kept my eyes fixed on the floor in front of Debbie’s booted feet. At once, I saw Marie jump up and felt her land both feet onto my back, heels first. I screamed out and twisted with the shock of the pain, toppling Marie from my back. I watched in horror as she stumbled to the ground. I lay there, petrified, as Marie picked herself up and spun around to face me. I panicked, and pleaded for my life,

“Goddess Marie, forgive me, please I beg you. I swear I’ll do anything to prove to you that I’m sorry. Please Goddess, I’m so sorry, please forgive me, please”!

I scrambled forward on my belly until my face was level with Marie’s booted feet and licked like I’d never licked anything before. I cleaned every inch of Marie’s boots with my tongue, continuing to beg for my life. Marie screamed down,

“On your fucking back, you piece of shit”!

I rolled over as quickly as I could, only to see the sole of Marie’s right boot coming down to my mouth,

“Keep licking, shit wipe, clean them ‘til they shine or you die”!

I licked the sole of Marie’s boot for all my worth. Marie had not been that careful where she had stepped but my fear overwhelmed my disgust. Marie lifted her right boot and replaced it with her left. I carried on licking until Marie removed her boot from my lips.

“You ever do that again and I’ll rip your fucking head off and I’ll shit in the hole that’s left. Do you understand”?

Marie’s question was reinforced with a stomp of her boot heel into my right upper arm.

“Perfectly Goddess. I was stupid. It’ll never happen again, I swear”!

I lay perfectly still. The pain in my arm and back was agonising, but I didn’t dare to touch or attempt to nurse the pain.

I could see that Marie was seething. Debbie looked down at me and said,

“That’s not a good start to your year of servitude to us, is it”?

“No, Goddess Debbie and Goddess Marie”.

“Anyway, we actually bought you here to meet a very good friend of ours. So let’s hope that you don’t upset her like you upset my sister”.

Debbie turned to Marie and said,

“Karen should be in the back bedroom, invite her down to meet our slave”.

Marie laughed and stepped quickly up the staircase and strode off towards the back of the shop.

Debbie turned her attentions to me,

“Marie and I have been talking about you, and we decided that if our best friend, Karen, likes you, then we’ll release you from your slavery to us. Would you say that was fair”?

A chance of release. A chance to lead a normal life again instead of living in fear of two teenage girls.

“Yes Goddess, thank you Goddess”!

My joy at the possibility of early release overcame me and before I realised what I was doing, I’d crawled to Debbie and was showering her boots with heartfelt kisses.

Above me, I could hear two sets of footsteps walking across the upper floor towards the staircase.

From my position at Debbie Redstone’s feet, I watched as, first Marie’s boots and then another set of boots stepped onto the stairs and began to descend. I watched, as Marie appeared clearly, grinning broadly. I looked past Marie to their friend. My salvation. As the mysterious friend came into view, my mind froze and a sense of despair began to overwhelm me. The friend, whose favour would save my sorry ass, was none other than the fat girl I’d told to fuck off. I wanted to vomit.

From the amount of laughter above me, I knew that it had all been a set up. They had already known what had transpired between their friend and me. I could hear them gloating, Debbie repeating in a simpering voice,

“Yes Goddess, thank you Goddess, and then he virtually made love to my boots. He’s so stupid”!

“I wonder if he wants to tell Karen to fuck off, or anything”?

“Don’t forget, I’m a fat bitch”, pitched in Karen.

I looked up abjectly from my vulnerable position at my new tormentor. She was probably 18 years old, about 5’4” tall, weighed about 170lbs. She had lank, unwashed greasy brown hair that reached past her shoulders. She was dressed in a short black leather skirt and waistcoat and knee length black leather boots. She was dressed in the “uniform”. I had blown it big time, this time. I awaited my fate.

Debbie looked down at me,

“You’ve fucked up again with that big mouth of yours. Get something to tie his hands and feet”!

Karen walked over to an old tea chest and rummaged inside it. I watched as she leaned forward over the chest, causing her short skirt to ride up over her large ass, revealing her black panties. I looked away from the gross sight. Moments later, she returned with two lengths of rope and, handing one to Marie, proceeded to tie my wrists behind me whilst Marie tied my ankles. Tied and helpless, I was turned over onto my back.

The three girls walked off toward another room, leaving me to think about what I’d done. I could hear muffled conversation, but couldn’t make out what was being said. Talking and giggling was enough to put fear into me. What were they planning for me? A short while later, the three returned to where I was lying. Judging by the smiles on their faces, they’d made up their minds what they were going to do. Marie pulled a 6” locking knife from her waistcoat pocket and opened it. She walked over and knelt down next to my thighs and began stroking my jeans zipper with the knife. Debbie sat herself down in an old armchair and crossed her legs, comfortable and ready for the show. Karen stepped forward and stood astride my head, looking down on me,

“The girls told me what a brilliant toilet you are for them. Do you want to be my toilet too”?

I looked up, tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I felt my helplessness. Suddenly, I felt the knife that Marie had been toying with, cut straight through the denim, opening the front of my jeans completely. I let out a yelp of fear, which only made the three Dominas laugh and jeer.

“Do you want to be my toilet, you fucking scab, or does Marie give me a trophy instead”?

I answered almost without thinking. What good would thinking do me?

“I want to be your toilet, please, I’ll be your toilet. Don’t hurt me please, I’ll do it”!

Karen looked down with a look of smug superiority. I watched as she stepped back, slowly removed her panties and stood over me again.

“I haven’t had a bath or shower for three days, and I feel really sticky. I expect you’re thinking right now, that you’d just love to tongue wash my ass, aren’t you”?

The look in Karen’s eyes made it quite clear to me that the only answer to her question was,

“Yes. I w…want to……….”

“You want to what”?

“I w…want t..to tongue w…wash your….ass”.

“You want to tongue wash my ass, what”?

“I want t…to tongue wash y…your ass, Goddess Karen”.

This bought howls of delight from my captors. They knew I was close to breaking and they were going to enjoy breaking me.

Karen moved her hands around behind her and slowly slid her leather skirt up over her hips to her waist. Bringing her hands back down, she parted the cheeks of her ass. I watched in horror as she bent her knees and lowered her unwashed ass hole down onto my mouth. The smell was horrendous, and it took all my will power not to be sick. From above me, I heard Karen’s voice,

“Get that tongue out and clean my ass, now”!

I hesitated. Karen began rubbing her ass up and down over my mouth and my nose, her stinking sweat was sticking to my face. I pushed my tongue out and began to lick the sweat and three day old secretions from between her cellulite filled ass cheeks. From above me, I heard her sigh,

“Oh yes, clean it all, you fucking shit wipe. Eat my sweat, lick it all clean”!

Marie and Debbie giggled as I forced myself to perform this disgusting act. As I licked, I felt Karen’s sphincter begin to flex. Seconds later, Karen farted onto my tongue.

“Keep licking. Tell me that you love my smell”!

Karen lifted her ass slightly and, without hesitation, I answered,

“I love your smell, Goddess Karen”.

At that, she ordered me,

“Open your mouth, wide”!

I did as she demanded and again Karen farted, right into my mouth and down into my lungs.

“Oh God, that last fart’s shifted something. Ass wipe, keep your mouth wide open”!

Once again, I could feel Karen’s sphincter pulsing. My tongue was touching her anus to pre-warn me of her shit’s arrival. There was no warning. With another rasping fart, Karen’s sphincter opened and a long soft log pushed its way into my mouth. Karen stood up to watch me obey her next command.

“Eat it, eat my shit. Chew it and swallow it, quickly”!

I began sucking and chewing on the shit that had filled my mouth. I swallowed it, a piece at a time. After several minutes, it was finally swallowed down. Karen stood over me, burning with the power she felt. She positioned herself and squatted down again over my face,

“Now clean my ass with your tongue. Get it completely clean, ass wipe”!

I pushed out my tongue and submissively obeyed, sucking and licking every last speck of shit from her anus and between her cheeks. After about five minutes, Karen prodded me,

“Is it clean yet”?

I gave her sphincter one last lick and answered,

“Yes Goddess Karen, it’s clean”.

I watched, numbed by the experience, as she stood up, stepped off me and put her panties back on. Marie kicked me in the side and yelled,

“On your belly, toilet mouth. You haven’t finished yet”!

I rolled myself over onto my stomach and waited. Karen stepped up in front of me and pushed her booted left foot to my mouth,

“Thank me, shit breath”!

I leaned forward and kissed Karen’s boot, saying,

“Thank you Goddess Karen”.

Karen changed feet, I kissed her other boot.

“Thank you for what”?

"Thank you Goddess Karen for letting me be your toilet and for letting me clean your ass”.

The three teen dominatrixes laughed and spat on me. Debbie walked over and stepped on the back of my head. Marie and Karen began kicking me in the side and legs. I cried out in despair, much to the amusement of the girls whom I was forced to call Goddess. Debbie sneered,

“From now on, maybe you’ll get the idea to show respect to all women. This afternoon, Karen was a fat bitch, now you’re her personal toilet. Makes you think, doesn’t it”?

I burst out crying. How much lower could these girls make me sink?

Marie untied my hands and feet. I stayed prostrate, too frightened to move. At that point, I’d have licked anything that they put in front of me. I felt broken.

“You can go slave, and remember, you stop playing, sweet little Michelle starts playing”!

Marie wiggled her ass and said,

“Mmmmm, I can still feel the little tramp cleaning the shit from my ass, last time”.

I crawled to each girl in turn and with genuine submission, kissed their boots and thanked them.

My groveling done, I slowly raised my self up and hobbled to the door. Marie walked across with the key. She stopped, looked me in the eye and said,

“I need to fart”!

I slid down the door and sat on the floor with my legs out in front of me. Marie turned around and pressed her ass hole to my mouth. Seconds later, she farted and I inhaled it into my lungs.

Marie stepped forward and I pulled myself to my feet,

“Thank you, Goddess Marie”.

She smiled, a cruel smile, and unlocked the door. I stepped outside into the evening air. It was freedom, but for how long?