I had to walk behind her, trying to keep up as she stormed down the street, speaking quickly into her phone.  People looked at me, some women wrinkled their noses in disgust and I felt my face burn, my panties a squishy sodden mess.  As I was carrying her parcels, I couldn't keep my short tunic down in the gusts of wind, providing many laughing men with a good look at my bottom in the wet sheer knickers.

Sylvia jammed her phone back into her handbag, turned down a lane and opened a door, pushing me inside.  It was a large room with a chair that looked like a dentist's chair and the memory of what Sylvia said about Jared removing teeth made me panic.  Sylvia must have seen the fear as she slapped me so hard across the face, I crashed backwards and fell against that horrible chair.

"Don't even think of running!" Sylvia hissed, advancing on me and ripping that straw hat off, throwing it to one corner.  I dropped the parcels and cowered from her and she slapped me again.  Tears ran down my burning face.

A door opened and a large black woman in a hairdresser's smock smiled at the scene in front of her.  I caught a glimpse of a busy hair salon behind her.

"What the fuck is this?" she asked casually.  "Is this the new slut you told me about on the phone?"

"Yes," Sylvia said, anger in her eyes.  "As you can see, Joan, she's Jared's little fantasy girl.  He got her because she looks so young for his schoolgirl games."

Joan inspected me; her big fingers poked my breasts.  "Big, isn't she?  Bet these get in the way, darlin'," she laughed.  "So he used her and left her dirty?"

"As you can plainly see.  He knew I had plans for her this afternoon so he left her in this condition to embarrass me!"

Joan shook her head.  "When will you two stop trying to control each other?  It is never going to work.  Brothers and sisters!" Joan sighed.  "Let's get started."  Her big hand gripped my arm and without ceremony, dragged me to a door and into a bathroom.

"Please," I whimpered and she calmly slapped me hard, my head rang and tears filled my eyes.

"Shut up, darlin', you do everything I say.  I don't have time to fuck around.  Get your gear off.  Now!"  Trembling I stripped and she kicked the dirty clothes to a corner then expertly freed my hair from the plaits.

Calmly, she picked me up with a big hand under my armpits and placed me in the shower, twirling the taps so water gushed over me.  It was cold and I screamed in shock and she spanked me hard on my bottom.  "Keep fucking quiet!  I got customers out there!"

I was scrubbed clean, her big hands turning and rubbing with a brush until my skin was raw.  Humiliated, I bent over as she washed me.  "You're a wet slut, aren't ya, darlin'?" she laughed, and I winced as she dragged the brush over my bottom.

Sylvia returned with a tube and a bag that looked like a water bottle.  No, I screamed silently, not an enema!  Again, Joan bent me over as Sylvia greased the tube and I winced as Joan slipped it into my bottom.  Both women laughed as Joan hooked the bottle over the shower rail, turned a small handle and I felt warm water rush into me.

It was humiliating and painful as my stomach filled.  "Please," I whimpered but both women ignored me.  Bent over, my tits hanging down, wet hair against my face as my belly grew, I tried to hold back the urge to let go.  Finally, Joan turned it off, removed the tube and both women stood by the doorway.

"Way you go," Joan laughed and, face burning in shame, I painfully climbed out and squatted over the toilet.

"Bombs away!" Sylvia called out and I let it go, face red, humiliation spreading over me, tears running as the terribly smelling mess jetted from me into the toilet.

Bundled back into the shower after flushing the toilet, Joan washed me down again and led me wet and shaking to the room with the chair.  They buckled my arms to the arm rests and my legs to the sides, my legs spread so my bald pussy was open and displayed.

Joan started cutting my hair and I cried silently as the locks of my loved hair showered down on me.  She was cutting it short and punky, even used an electric shaver on the sides.

"She won't look like a schoolgirl again," Sylvia said with glee.

I was sobbing when she rubbed mousse into it to make my hair spiky, struggling against the straps that held my wrists and legs in place.  To my shame, I knew my pussy was dripping--a fact that did not escape Sylvia.

"She's a natural slut," she laughed, rubbing her finger against my pussy.  "I could make you come with my little finger, couldn't I?" Sylvia demanded, and I turned my head away but she gripped my chin to pull me back.  "Couldn't I?"

"Yes Ma'am," I whispered, ashamed because I knew she was right... I so desperately wanted to come.  I wanted to so much it was a painful throb.

"You should hear here when she comes, Joan," Sylvia laughed.  "She's like a fucking fire engine."

"Just gag her.  What do you think?" Joan asked and I cried even more when I saw what she had done.  My hair had been shaved at the sides and what remained had been arranged into spikes.  There was no way I looked like a schoolgirl.

Suddenly, Joan slipped a strange instrument into my mouth and seized my tongue, pulling it out so I couldn't talk and drooled.  I tried to scream as she moved a needle towards it but only animal noises emerged.  Without a second's thought, she pierced my tongue and I gurgled in shock, horror and pain.  A stud was twisted into it and she released my newly pierced tongue, and it was stinging like mad when I gingerly moved it around.

"A little ornament for me, slut," Sylvia said.  "I suspect it will enhance your performance."  I was still crying when she hefted my breasts in her hands.

"Should we pierce these?" she asked, and my eyes widened in horror.

"Please no, Ma'am," I whimpered.  "Please, I'll be good, I promise," I sobbed as she squeezed my breasts.

"Nice gold rings?  Very slutty and very pretty.  Perhaps a permanent ring in your nose so I can lead you about like a slut?"

"Please, no, Ma'am," I cried in terror, lisping a little with the stud in my thick tongue.  "I'll do anything--"

"I know you will."  She let go of my breasts.  "Perhaps another time."

They released me, pulled me to my feet and Joan produced a leather strap with two dildos attached to it.  Sylvia made me spread my legs and the strap was passed between them.

"Squat down on them, slut," Sylvia commanded, and I inserted the dildos, one in my bottom and that was terribly hard to get in while the other, to my shame, slid easily into my wet pussy.  As they buckled it closed around my waist, I felt so full, so completely penetrated and helpless.  My stinging tongue reminded me who had complete control over me.

Sylvia laughed loudly when Joan locked the belt shut with a gold padlock.  Handing Sylvia a key, "He won't get access to that cunt unless you decide."

Joan produced a support bra with half-cups and I put it on, easing my breasts into it so they sat in the half-cups, the hard nipples exposed.  A tight, pink low-cut tube top and a very short black mini-skirt.  Shamed, I looked at the reflection of a slut in the mirror, the nipples clearly visible in the tube top and the leather of the belt peeked above the waist of the skirt.  My collar and tags proclaimed to the world what I was--a slut.

They made me walk and the dildos deep inside me moved as I did--I walked almost bowlegged to make it easier--but I was constantly reminded how penetrated I was.  God, I was aroused, desperate to come!

"She walks like an old pro," Joan said scornfully.  "She's not a schoolgirl anymore."

Carrying her parcels, I struggled after Sylvia who led me back into the office building.  I kept my head down as I heard whispers in the lift and at the reception.  Sylvia marched right in and pushed me at an astonished Jared.

"Fuck, Sylvia!" he exclaimed.  "What have you done?"

"You tried to embarrass me, little brother!" Sylvia hissed.  "That wasn't a good idea.  Your little schoolgirl fantasy is no more!"

She made me turn around and she pulled the skirt up to show him the wide leather strap between my legs and then pushed me forward.  "See the belt, little brother?" Sylvia sneered.  "It's locked shut and you get access to her holes when I say!  I know... you're thinking her mouth is still available?  Show him, slut!"

I stuck my tongue out and Sylvia laughed.

"That little stud might get in the way for you, but I suspect I'll thoroughly enjoy it!"

"Sylvia, this is going too far--I was just having fun, that's all!"

"And so am I!  Find yourself another little slut for a while."

Jared calmly leaned back.

"I have.  Her name is Margaret and I'll fuck her tonight.  I don't care if this one's locked up.  I could use an electric saw to get the belt off--might mess her up a bit--but what do I care.  Now, fuck off, both of you!"

Seated on the train, I felt the dildos moving in me.  I wanted to come so badly--I needed to!  I knew I would beg Sylvia to let me come...

...I would do anything for her, anything at all!

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