Denise

*** Chapter 11, Deprivation

Jake looked at the letter again.

He felt shattered.

Even though he had known that Diane wanted to get him to divorce Joan he could scarcely believe the contents of the letter that he had before him. Already he knew that his private secretary had not been to the office for four days now.

She had gone on a lunch break and not come back. Her handbag still lay by the desk and some unfinished notes were scribbled on a pad by the phone. He pondered his options and reached for the phone. Dialling her mobile number brought an 'out of contact' message from the phone company.

He called her apartment but the phone rang without even the answering machine to answer his call. 'Clearly she has had a brainstorm,’ he thought as he put the letter back in the envelope. For a moment her considered calling Diane's parents but after reflection he did not.

The door to the office opened. The secretary from the main office entered bringing a pile of files. "We need to find another secretary,” said Jake to her.

Pausing as she slipped the files into their drawers she answered. "A temp or a permanent placing?" she asked.

"Permanent,” he replied. "Call the agency and tell them to send the hopefuls."

With a sigh he flicked through the other papers on his desk. There were a few faxes from his broker and some authorisations to sign. Under them all was a letter from a legal clerk seeking work. As he flicked through the CV and photo he said. "No wait." Jake passed the CV to the secretary. "Call her in for interview and we shall see."

***

There were seven guests at the table. Miss Clearmont had organised a party in her usual way. Cut crystal wineglasses and silverware framed the Meisen porcelain on the white silk tablecloth.

Now that the meal was over the guests relaxed with port and cigars. Miss Clearmont herself smoked a cigarette in a long holder that sat elegantly in her gloved hands. The other guests sat back and discussed matters of importance like their latest acquisitions and their training. Joan Lorde sat next to Miss Clearmont. She wore a dress that she would not have even considered wearing two months ago. Cut to her waist at the front with soft leather arms that covered to the backs of her hands.

"I have much to thank you for,” said Joan to Miss Clearmont. "The last month has been so enjoyable. Gail and Diane are so good for me."

"No need to thank me," replied Miss Clearmont with a smile. For a moment she drew at the cigarette before continuing. "I have done nothing more than to let you see the real benefits of ownership."

"Maybe you are correct,” said Joan. "But you certainly opened my eyes."

"This evening you may see something that will really open your eyes." Replied Miss Clearmont. "I have organised a little show for the party that promises to highlight one of my greatest conquests. On another subject how is your little conquest going?"

Joan smiled and raised her glass. "To Diane, a slut in waiting. Actually she is progressing well. At the moment it is necessary for me to keep her in continual restraint. She is so self willed after all. But I would not have it any other way."

"Did you introduce her to Dr. Vance?" Asked Miss Clearmont seriously.

"Yes. Only yesterday he inspected her and pronounced her fit to operate on," replied Joan.

"And, what adjustments have you got in mind?"

"I have decided to alter her breasts. They are so large."

Miss Clearmont flicked a piece of ash from the tablecloth. "You intend to remove them?" She asked with surprise in her voice.

"No, of course not. They are just too perfect. I like big but they should hang and not stand so proudly."

"My dear friend you are really starting to get the idea. Have you anything else in mind?" asked Miss Clearmont.

"Yes, a few little touches. Tattooed make-up for a start, and her mouth is going to need work. Not much really, I am just starting out and will not alter anything until I am sure that it is what I want."

"That's very wise, my dear,” said Miss Clearmont. "How about Gail?"

"For the moment I am doing nothing more than removing all her body hair," replied Joan.

"Well I must say that things are going well. What have you got planned for your errant husband?" asked Miss Clearmont.

"Well we discussed your plan. I must say that a long holiday will suit him. Of course I know next to nothing about his business interests but now that he has a new secretary I shall soon know enough."

Miss Clearmont coughed and took a sip of port.

"My girl is just starting to get into the details,” she said with a smile. "We can expect it to take a month or so before we have all the particulars."

"Then a little holiday in a training camp and I get him back,” stated Joan.

"Just so," replied Miss Clearmont.

Miss Clearmont stood and rapped a glass for attention. When all were looking she made an announcement.

"I am sure that you will all remember that I am rather a amicable woman."

One or two of the guests raised their glasses in silent toast.

"However when I am crossed I my temper sometimes gets the better of me. A while ago an acquaintance of mine tried to take advantage of my good nature. She was determined to defraud me of a considerable sum of money." Miss Clearmont raised her glass for another sip.

"I was not best pleased and have taken the liberty of exacting my retribution. For over a year now I have been working on this little project and would like you to see the result.

After all what good is private revenge?"

The guests clapped politely and waited for Miss Clearmont to continue.

"I decided that this slave would be totally degraded. This has meant that I have had to not only steer the project but pay a great deal of personal attention to it. Now that I have finished I await your verdict. I also need your help in deciding what to do next with her. It would be a great shame if she was not made available in some way but I request your thought in the matter if any of you have any ideas."

Miss Clearmont rapped sharply twice on her glass.

At the end of the room the doors opened to reveal a large wooden box set on casters. Mike, fully naked, wheeled the box in and closed the doors. For a moment he stood before Miss Clearmont who with a clear sense of the tension caused by the delay, signalled.

Mike unlatched the top of the crate to let the sides fall away. Underneath was a cage in which was a woman totally enclosed in latex. It was Kathy. Her bulk was greater than ever. Joan guessed 360 pounds were swathed in latex. At another signal from Miss Clearmont the sides of the cage were also lowered to allow the guests to see the gross slave properly.

"Come here slave,” said Miss Clearmont.

The slave started to crawl to Miss Clearmont with slow heaves of her body. The enormous breasts hung to the floor and trailed behind Kathy who almost put her knees on them several times.

As Kathy struggled across the floor Miss Clearmont made a few remarks to enlighten her guests about the slave. "Yesterday I weighed her. She is fully 420 pounds in weight. Her backside is over a metre wide whilst her waist is a full two yards."

Mike followed Kathy with very slow steps. "The slave has not been allowed to walk or exercise now for over a year and has been kept in her cage for almost all of that time."

A small ripple of applause ran round the table.

"Stop there slave,” said Miss Clearmont. "I have been feeding her fat and other high calorie liquids. But she peaked about two months ago and did not put on more weight. Dr Vance then gave her a course of hormones that have had the effect of adding nearly a quarter to her body weight and have enlarged her breasts yet further."

Miss Clearmont walked round Kathy as she spoke. Bending down she took one breast in her hand and let it fall again.

Joan was close to Kathy.

She looked at the hood that covered her head. There were just two small holes where the ears were pressed into the head and a leather mask buckled tight over her mouth. Two nostril holes allowed the tormented slave to breathe. Joan felt fascinated and repulsed by the huge mass of flesh.

Clearly Miss Clearmont was not a woman who took retribution lightly. She imagined Diane in the place of the fat slave and pondered if this was a good revenge but no, she would do something original, but this showed that the possibilities were great.

"Unzip her,” said Miss Clearmont to Mike.

One by one her undid the fastenings and laces that held the costume on Kathy. As the latex was removed it became really clear just how large she was. When he released her breasts they flopped to the floor revealing the huge brown nipples that made up nearly half of the breasts.

Miss Clearmont ordered Kathy to kneel and with a heave she did so. The enormous rolls of fat shuddered as she balanced. Her breasts hung almost to the floor revealing the huge rings in the tips of her nipples. Her sex was invisible in the fat of her thighs.

With a shove on the masked face Miss Clearmont pushed Kathy back until she rested on her hands. This movement opened her thighs to allow the guests to see that the slave had a clitoris that was a full six inches. The tip was pieced by a small ring that twinkled in the candle light from the table.

"This is my favourite bit,” said Miss Clearmont as she bent down and held the prick like organ in her hand. Slowly she rubbed it up and down with her hand whilst Kathy shuddered and swayed.

"Perfect for pleasure and torment,” she commented as Kathy orgasmed in a shudder of rolls of fat.

"Slave, would you like me to punish you for my guest's pleasure?" she asked. There was a grunt from behind the mask and a slight nod.

"My fat slut loves pain. Slowly she pulled at the clitoris until it stood proudly from the slave's sex. Then with the tip of her cigarette she briefly touched the slick pink skin.

"That's good is it not?" she asked. "Would you like it again." For a moment Kathy showed no movement before she nodded.

"That's good, but we'll continue later in private,” smiled the cruel mistress.

The slave's body relaxed slightly. Miss Clearmont stroked her again almost to climax and then let go to rub the palm of her hand over a breast. "As you can see she loves to please me."

Mike removed the gag and pulled out the penis shaped stopper to reveal that the slave's mouth was held wide by a ring on the hood. Miss Clearmont slipped a finger into the wide-open orifice and moved it around. "To give more pleasure to men I had all her teeth removed. Dr Vance did the work rather too eagerly and reduced her gums as well allowing more room for her studded tongue."

Indicating Mike with a wave of her hand she continued. "This slave has the privilege of pleasuring himself six times a day a day."

Miss Clearmont stood and looked down at Kathy. "We are going to decide what is to become of you. What is your dearest wish?"

The words came slowly to Kathy. She was not often allowed to speak. "Mistress I live to please you and your slaves. Please keep me and look after me."

Kathy sobbed for a moment and continued whilst Miss Clearmont looked down at her with hard eyes. "Mistress Clearmont. I love you so dearly. Please pleasure me and torment me for the rest of my servile life."

"I'm afraid that may not be an option my dear. But if I do keep you I shall work on you further for my pleasure," replied the mistress.

Mike refitted the mask, pushing the gag well into the wide mouth before buckling it very tight. Miss Clearmont sat at her place and looked at her guests.

Joan was the first to speak. "I admire your concept of revenge,” she said. "It just shows how much I have to learn."

There was a minute of silence before one of the other guests spoke. She was an older woman, still good looking in a mature way that owned a training farm for slaves. "I think that the slave should be sent to Mexico."

"Mexico?" echoed another. "Why there?"

"I think that she means the torment bordello belonging to a good friend of mine," answered Miss Clearmont. "Actually I sent her there for a month as her first punishment." Miss Clearmont mused for a moment. "I understand that there is a high turnover of slaves there. A good idea but I think that it would be a shame to lose my little corpulent slut there."

Joan sat back on here chair.

"How about, we meet again in a year and see what you can achieve in that time. I'm sure that your imagination will not let you down and that we can await an interesting result from your training."

"Ah. A challenge I think!" replied Miss Clearmont. "Are you seeking to test me Mrs Lorde."

"In no way a test," replied Joan with a smile. "Look on it as a provocation to make you excel yourself and prove your supremacy."

"You have a way with words,” said Miss Clearmont with a grin. "I think that you have placed me in a small trap. I think though, that I am up to the venture. We shall meet in a year and see if I have produced an alteration that will amaze you all."

They raised their glasses in a toast. Miss Clearmont declaimed. "To my sex slave's dearest wish. She shall stay here and be subject to my whim for at least another year." The guests drank whilst Kathy regretted her wish. She knew that Miss Clearmont had limitless imagination when it came to pain and suffering.

"I have another little surprise for you all,” said Miss Clearmont as the toast finished.

"Whilst in Europe last year I procured a new device. I think that it has not reached the States yet so I would like to show it off. I happened to be in Amsterdam where I visited a good friend of mine.

She gave me this whip as a present."

Reaching under the chair she pulled out a slim wooden box. Placing the box on the dinner table she opened it to reveal a whip. The handle was large and round and the thongs had metal strands in the leather. With a flourish she passed it to Joan. Joan looked at the wicked object noting a small button and light on the handle.

"Technology is something that I was never very good at,” said Joan. "Do I press the button?"

"At your own risk,” said Miss Clearmont. "When the button is held down the whip delivers a shock, like a stun gun. The user just has to make sure that the thongs of the whip do not touch the hand holding the whip. I wear a glove when using it."

Joan hefted the whip and swished it through the air.

"It is very heavy,” she remarked.

The whip was passed round the table, all of the guests getting a chance to inspect it. Several remarked that it was indeed heavy and could really cause damage if used correctly.

When Miss Clearmont finally got it back she held the handle up for inspection. "There is another use for it. If you press hard the button stays in. The handle then delivers a shock every thirty seconds from the metal studs binding the rubber handle."

"Very clever," exclaimed the slave farm owner. "It can be inserted or wielded by a slave who should be also punished."

"Exactly,” said Miss Clearmont with a sly smile. "Of course the shock can be salutary if applied internally. Of course it is only a shock, it does not paralyse like a stun gun, that would spoil the fun. Let me show you."

Kathy had listened to the whole conversation with rising fear. In her world of darkness in the hood, all fears were magnified because of the uncertainty. Her breath whispered through the breathing holes in the mask like a hiss making the discussion difficult to follow exactly but she understood that she was to be the first to test the new toy.

She felt drips of sweat caused by fear trickle down her breasts to the floor as well as rising juices in her pussy. The realisation that punishment was coming made her tremble in apprehension but the conditioning made her excited and ready for sex.

Miss Clearmont hefted the terrible new whip and stood by her trembling slave. On her knees with her vast breasts sagging to her knees she had her thighs open showing the first glistening of excitement between her massive thighs. Sweat dribbled from the collar holding the mask in place and found its way over her saucer-sized nipples.

The first blow was a light on her breasts.

"No shock that time,” said Miss Clearmont. "But, now watch what happens."

The second blow of the whip was similarly light but at contact the slave jumped and tried to cry out through her gag. The only sound was a low groan. There was no mark on the flesh, just a shuddering of the rolls of fat. Miss Clearmont continued to use the whip.

Sometimes adding a shock to demonstrate how the whip worked. After around ten blows she offered the whip to her guests. "Would anybody like to try?"

One of the men took up the offer. He hefted the whip to get the feel and then suddenly slashed the thongs across the slave's nipples. Kathy leapt and shuddered as the thongs striped the sensitive flesh with a cutting draw.

Bright lines appeared on the light brown flesh and then slowly settled to a slight purple. "An impressive weapon," remarked the guest as he handed back the whip. "We should try the other function."

"If you wish to see it, then of course."

Miss Clearmont stooped and pushed the handle into the supine slut's tender pussy. With a small motion she ensured that the slave's clitoris touched the studs on the handle. "Would you like to test my new toy?" she asked her victim.

Kathy could only nod. A slight movement of Miss Clearmont's thumb and the button was fully depressed.

She went to sit down.

Kathy knew what was coming but could not help be shocked as the first charge ripped through her delicate sex. The metal threaded thongs lying on her thighs made her clench pushing the handle of the whip right into her pussy. Miss Clearmont had not noticed that her clitoris was no longer touching the handle of the cat, for that at least the sex slave was grateful.

The next shock made her jump again and groan but she could feel her pussy getting slick as the intrusion made her stimulated.

"How long will the charge last?" asked Joan of Miss Clearmont.

"Several hours," came the reply.

Slowly the conversation restarted. The slave quivered every now and again and groaned in discomfort as the devilish machine continued to shock her regularly every twenty seconds but she was ignored.

Sweat dripped from her every pore as the tension of the wait and the shocks from the whip took their toll but the excitement of the new device had passed, allowing other, more important, subjects to be chewed over.

Joan felt exhilarated by the company.

They were all so powerful and interesting. She did not add much to the conversation but the occasional comment. She watched Kathy for a few minutes and wondered what she was thinking. Was her mind rebelling or accepting the distress? Had she been so conditioned by her commanding mistress that she enjoyed it?

Joan could not know that Kathy was experiencing orgasm after orgasm from the whip as her muscles clenched against her clitoris. Kathy had nothing on her mind but the thought that she must not allow her arms to collapse. The weight of her upper body rested on them making her struggle to lock her elbows. Her breasts, accustomed to hanging to the floor when Kathy was on all fours, rubbed slickly against her upper legs making the nipples raw and painful. Finally she could not maintain the struggle and collapsed backwards. Her legs opened to reveal the handle of the whip poking out like a black knob. The conversation stopped for a moment as she fell before she felt Miss Clearmont readjust the rubber invader to once again touch her clitoris.

"That's better is it not?" she said as she ensured that Kathy would suffer as required.

Once again the guests turned to each other and continued to drink. It was a couple of hours before they left the party. Shaking hands and arranging further engagements they left Miss Clearmont and Joan to themselves.

"I too must leave,” said Joan as she stood.

"Thank you for coming to my little soiree,” said Miss Clearmont as they shook hands. Miss Clearmont drew Joan into a clench and kissed her lips. "I regard you already as a confidant, Joan,” said Miss Clearmont. "We shall meet again in a couple of weeks and discuss your errant husband."

"I have really enjoyed your party. It has offered me a whole new perspective." Joan cast a glance at the slave on the floor. "But, I know one guest who had rather not been here,” she smiled.

"Slaves are of no account," replied Miss Clearmont.