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Her Mistress brought her to the center of the mixed restrooms, right in front. Mei-Ling knelt in position, knees spread wide, head up, wrists crossed behind her back, breasts thrust out proudly. She still was curious about her Mistress' intended method of enforcement until she showed her a simple spool of thread.

"You'll notice the color of this thread matches your skin color perfectly. With only a single turn around your wrists and ankles it will not be seen. If you break a thread before your twelve hours are completed, you'll do the additional six hours, including the caning."

Mei-Ling shuddered again as her wrists were bound. Even a twitch might be enough to snap a thread. She would have to be in total control of herself, even if she was whipped, to avoid the extra punishment.

"Spread your knees wider, slut!"

Mei-Ling obeyed. Her knees, already spread wide, opened another few inches, to her limits. Her ankles were crossed and the strand of thread was tied on between her legs so as to be broken if she closed her legs even a single inch.

Her Mistress moved to her front. Surprising Mei-Ling, she licked and sucked briefly on each of her breasts, erecting the nipples and further arousing her intensely. She then wound the thread around each nipple, making their stiffness more pronounced as well as permanent.

"That should attract some use. And this should help even more..." She produced a cat-o-nine tails. Suddenly, Mei-Ling's tits felt extremely vulnerable. With no warning, she gave Mei-Ling half a dozen hard strokes, three on each breast, welting them. Mei-Ling screamed, desperately straining to hold position and preserve the hidden threads.

The Mistress held out the cat. Mei-Ling kissed it, saying "Thank you, Mistress, for reminding me of my enslavement and for making my tits so much more attractive. I'm sure the welts will look beautiful and attract more strokes through the night."

The ring gag was installed, tightened and locked.

"Now, toilet pig, to show you your station."

She exposed her pussy and sat heavily on Mei-Ling's face. Obediently, Mei-Ling licked. She could not suck while wearing the ring gag, so her tongue worked overtime. As her Mistress' arousal built, she started actively pumping on the slave's face, soon bringing herself to orgasm.

Mei-Ling swallowed the juices which ran into her opened mouth. She then extended her tongue again in an effort to clean her Mistress. Without warning, a stream of piss shot onto her tongue, into her mouth through the ring gag and down her throat. Mei-Ling kept her tongue extended as her Mistress started pumping her face again, stroking back and forth, totally bathing the slave in the piss stream.

Her piss finished, she again sat heavily on Mei-Ling's face. Again, the slave extended her tongue to clean her Mistress. She groaned in frustration and humiliation as she realized her piss-soaked body had only begun its twelve-hour ordeal.

The Mistress took up the cat once again and swung hard, lashing it across Mei-ling's abdomen. As the slave screamed, the Mistress said, "Now, toilet mouth, perhaps you understand your real position." With that, she turned and left, not waiting for an answer.

For some minutes, Mei-Ling cried, alone in her degradation. She had needed this treatment, even requested it. Now, she briefly regretted it. Then, her thoughts clicked into focus. She cried, regretted, because she thought it was wrong.

She thought to herself, "I am a slave-girl." Further repeating from the slave-affirmations she had been trained to use each day, she continued, "A slave-girl is only the property of her Master or Mistress, used solely for their pleasure." "A slave's pleasure is never important." "For a slave to be degraded is to make her enslavement real." "A slave's mouth is meant first to receive the cock of her Master, or the cunt of her Mistress, or to swallow their come, or to drink their piss. All other uses are secondary." "A slave's tits invite the touch or punishment of her Master." "A slave's pain brings pleasure to her Master." "A true slave begs for her own torture to please her Master."

On and on it went. She had memorized the entire litany and it would take well over an hour to verbally recite it all. Some lines stuck out in her mind: "For a slave to take pleasure in her own body is to steal from her Master, her owner." "A slave can only be fulfilled by pleasing her Master." And finally, "Until a slave serves with all her body, mind, strength and soul, in total devotion, with no thought of her own pleasure or comfort, she is not yet a true slave."

Mei-Ling had sworn an oath as a geisha trainee to devote her entire life to pleasing men. Now, as a slave, she had learned the far greater depth to which she could fulfill that oath. She would yet become that true slave.

Approaching voices brought her out of her reverie. For a split second, she felt her shame, her pain, smelled the piss already covering her body. But the switch had been thrown. Now, her response was not a struggle with human pride but a fulfillment of her slave-pride. She was in punishment and available to serve. Therefore, she was doing exactly what her life's purpose demanded of her. To the limits imposed by the ring gag, she smiled, as the two approaching men revealed their limp cocks and prepared to piss down her throat.

The rest of her twelve-hour ordeal was, for the most part, uneventful. She drank a great deal of piss from both males and females, guests, employees and slaves alike. At center stage, and unique in serving without visible restraints, she was used far more than any of the other toilet slaves available and had little rest. About one-third of her patrons also used her mouth to be brought to orgasm as well. Perhaps every half hour or so, she would piss herself, on the floor, relieving her bladder to make room for more in a never ending stream.

Morgan used her himself, in both capacities, some hours into her ordeal. She made no special responses but simply sucked him (or, rather, submitted to his fucking her mouth--the ring gag prohibited the use of her lips) and drank what he offered.

More challenging was the visit paid her by Nanette and Nubia, some ten hours along. She was physically exhausted already, aching in all her bones, but continued re-channelling her pain, rapidly approaching agony, into the fulfillment of her slave self. When she recognized the girls, her mind quickly played back the human reactions: "Oh no, they're gonna kill me to take revenge--they'll be vicious--I know they'll whip my tits, piss all over me..." Then, she corrected her thoughts. "I am a slave. If Nanette and Nubia are allowed to use me freely, then they are as worthy of of my servitude as any free guest. If they wish to be cruel for vengeance sake, then I must offer myself to their cruelty, to please them, even beg them to torture me if it would be their whim. I must thank them for allowing me to serve their pleasure, even more so if it is with my own torture. I must hope they are cruel, so I may please them more. And I must desire it all in my heart to submit completely. Only then will I be a true slave."

They reached the kneeling Mei-ling. Nubia began the formalities. "What do we have here? Does this animal look familiar?"

Nanette played her role as well. "Not to me. She resembles the bitch that tortured us all night, but that cunt didn't smell like a toilet like this one does."

"True. And her tits weren't welted like this one's, either. Could they be the same ones?"

"Who knows, Nubia. Her toilet mouth is ringed, so we can't ask her."

"Maybe if we added a few more welts to those tits we'd get some clues..." Mei-Ling groaned inwardly, but kept her mind.

Taking her own suggestion, Nubia picked up the cat-o-nine tails from the nearby hook. She swung hard, with surprising effectiveness for one with so little experience. For the first of many strokes, Mei-Ling screamed.

Inside, even with her new agony, she recited, "My pain fulfills the pleasure of my Mistress, and in so doing, fulfills my purpose as her slave. I must welcome the pain, beg for it, hope for more of it, thank her from my heart for it, even love it." And, "I must not conceal my suffering, for it gives my Mistress pleasure to see my pain." She screamed openly, cried, let them see her pain even after Nanette took the whip.

Soon, Nanette's arm also tired. Mei-Ling could only moan in her suffering, exhausted. Nanette commented, "This whipping is getting me horny. And those drinks are going through me quickly. What should I do first, piss or come?"

"Why not both at once? That's why this toilet pig is here, isn't she?"

Mei-Ling tilted her head back a bit to receive Nanette's offerings. Her mouth was already opened by the ring gag. Nanette took a seat upon her face and said, "If I stop feeling your tongue for even an instant before I come, I'll whip you again!" Mei-Ling licked.

She continued licking, even when Nanette started pissing, continued licking as the piss filled her mouth and throat and bathed her body, even beyond then as Nanette reached orgasm and was cleaned all by that self-same tongue. Nubia had other ideas.

"Nanette--she seemed attracted to our asses last night. Why don't you open her ass a bit while I give her another drink and get my suck-off?"

"I would feel privileged!"

As Nubia smothered Mei-Ling's face with her cunt, Nanette started working one, then two, then three fingers into Mei-Ling's ass.

"I don't believe this, Nubia. She's not wearing any restraints! Not a single lock or strap on her!"

Nubia's response set off a new depth of humiliation within Mei-Ling. "I guess she likes being a toilet mouth. Well, I won't disappoint her."

Mei-Ling had not been commanded to lick constantly, so she was able to swallow much more of Nubia's piss.

"Yes, Nanette, she does like it. Even loves it, I'd say. She hardly spilled a drop."

Nubia's orgasm took only a few more minutes. To add insult to injury, they each went for another round, taking longer for their second orgasms. Mei-Ling, in the depths of her enslavement, didn't know where her strength came from, but the fulfillment she understood. In her absolute submission to absolute degradation, she felt absolutely fulfilled.

Nanette and Nubia left satisfied, at almost eleven PM. Mei-Ling still had an hour to go. Her threads had not broken.

A new flood of guests appeared. A few women, but mostly men. As the third man in a row pumped his load down Mei-Ling's throat, she noticed her Mistress out of the corner of her eye taking a seat a short distance away. She watched her slave intently as four men and two women used her mouth over the next half hour or so.

With only twenty minutes left, she came to Mei-Ling. She saw the come and piss which literally bathed the slave's body, the massive welts covering her, particularly her tits, and noticed her nipples, now swollen from the hidden threads still tightly wound around them.

"So, Mei-Ling, it seems you're surviving your ordeal, although you smell like a pig. Of course, that's how a slave like you should smell, I suppose." Mei-Ling was again reminded of her enslavement.

"I enjoy a slave's torture." With no further words, the Mistress clamped Mei-Ling's swollen nipples. Surprised, Mei-Ling screamed in true agony.

"Beautiful, slave. Your pain pleases me. Now, in fact, you're arousing me a great deal. Why don't you suck me off and show me how much you appreciate my torturing you?"

With the ring gag she could not suck. She licked, however, with abandon. In seconds, she detected the tell-tale taste of a man's come. Yes, her Mistress had been fucked recently, undoubtably with this in mind. Mei-Ling reveled in her degradation.

When the piss started it was no surprise. Mei-Ling swallowed it all, every drop, accepting it as a gift. For some time after, she continued to lick. With her Mistress recently satisfied, it would take longer. Still, this would enable Mei-Ling to serve longer, suffer more and bring her Mistress that much more pleasure.

She eventually did come, pulling hard on Mei-Ling's piss-soaked hair all through it. Finally sated, she stood back, then removed Mei-Ling's ring gag. The tit clamps remained in place, as did the delicate threads which bound her.

"So, pig--what have you learned?"

"I have learned my slavery, Mistress. I have learned how important it is for me to be constantly used, bound and punished in order to serve as a better slave. I have learned to take pleasure only in giving pleasure, by service or suffering. I have learned to submit, to anyone, for any purpose, under any circumstances, regardless of my suffering. And I am almost ready to love my own suffering because of the pleasure it brings my Mistress."

Looking at the clock, the Mistress saw a mere five minutes left until midnight. "Your ordeal is almost over. You have done well. Do you have any other comments?"

"Mistress, I am in agony. But still, if I failed, how would you feel about continuing my torture, as we discussed?"

I would be worried about you--you can take only so much, even as well-trained as you are."

"Thank you, Mistress. But, would it arouse you to see me punished, perhaps even more so with me in so much pain already?"

The Mistress thought a second, then said, "I suppose it would, although I would not ask it of you."

Mei-Ling looked at the clock. One single minute remained.

"Then as a slave, my duty is clear."

She broke the thread around her wrists. She brought her hands together for an instant in front of her, then re-crossed them behind her back. She then brought her knees together, again for only an instant, snapping the thread at her ankles, and returned her knees to their spread open position. As the Mistress looked down, shocked, Mei-Ling said, "Please Mistress, punish your slave."

Mei-Ling was reshackled, her wrists behind her back, her ankles joined by a short chain. She was led, on her knees, by a leash on her collar, into the center of the Casino game room. Her wrists and ankles were attached to overhead chains, and she was hoisted up into the air. This left her face-up, unlike the position they had discussed earlier. Mei-Ling looked at her Mistress questioningly.

"This position pleases me more, toilet pig. Your mouth is more available, especially to women. Your cunt and ass are spread wider, your tits are more available to the whips, and you also looked too comfortable kneeling. This is a punishment, you know." Mei-Ling moaned quietly.

"It has other advantages, too. When you suck a cock, you'll get to face the man's balls and asshole. Your view of females will be similar. In your inverted position, your tongue will be on the more difficult side to give pleasure, thus prolonging your service to each person. And when you're whipped, and your body pulls against your chains, you'll find your ass rising, your legs opening even wider and your face drawn up into the cunt or cock you're servicing. And it also makes your clamped tits more easily available to be further tortured as you suck. Can you see that?"

Mei-Ling shuddered. Her Mistress was quite correct, of course. She would be better used and punished more as she hung. And the punishment would begin now in earnest, as her Mistress appeared with the cane.

"We'll leave off the ring gag for the moment, slut, the better to hear your screams." To her chagrin, the Mistress wasted no time in beginning. Indeed, she swung with the full strength of her arm.

Mei-Ling's ass was already heavily welted with a dozen strokes from a cane the previous day, and she was further marked with innumerable strokes from the cat-o-nine tails for the previous twelve hours. With her aching limbs now in suspension, her nipples wound with thread and then clamped, she was much more vulnerable to the pain of that first stroke which tore across her asscheeks.

Her first scream echoed thruout the game room and started a rapid migration in her direction. As she pulled against her chains, her ass rose over a foot higher, spreading her already obscenely opened crotch even wider. Her contortions looked like she was copulating with an invisible lover; even her cunt hole gaped open.

The Mistress waited a significant time before delivering the second stroke. When it landed, it also cut across the slave's cuntlips, causing her unbelievable agony. Her screams became continuous.

She delivered a full dozen strokes before stopping. Mei-Ling's screams continued on long after they ended. When she opened her eyes, her Mistress stood above her, her cunt inches from the slave's face.

"You're going to hang for the full six hours. Your caning will be spread out, a dozen every two hours. Now, thank me for caning you, and beg me to install the rest of your punishment gear."

For an instant, Mei-Ling could not believe her ears. The "Rest"? She had nearly passed out from the cane strokes already received. Then, her proper slave-mind returned. She was being punished for training purposes, and at her own request, at that. She was to present her body to be tortured further for the entertainment and stimulation of the guests and then be made available to satisfy their sexual needs as a slave. She would be prevented throughout from taking pleasure herself--to please the guests, her pleasure was not needed. She had not been allowed to be cleaned--her piss and come stained body was presented as such for her degradation, to further entertain the guests and to reinforce her training. To be a slave, she must serve and suffer.

"Mistress, thank you for a most effective punishment. The cane will serve to remind me of my enslavement for a long time. Please, show me no mercy with the strokes yet to come. Please lock on my punishment bra and chastity belt, to prevent me from taking pleasure, which I do not deserve as a slave, and to keep me punished as I am used, which is only proper. Please lock on my ring gag as well, to keep my slave mouth available to please anyone caring to use it. And finally, Mistress, please use my mouth for your pleasure, so I may show my appreciation for your efforts to properly train me."

The Mistress locked on the chastity belt first. Before placing it in position, she penetrated the slave's cunt briefly with a finger. Mei-Ling moaned loudly, visibly aroused. Two or three such strokes, or one touch on her clit, would bring her to orgasm. Then, for reasons unknown to Mei-Ling, she walked again to Mei-Ling's face.

"Look at this belt, Mei-Ling. I've selected it and had it modified just for you."

She looked at it and became afraid. It was the standard punishment chastity belt. Two stiff leather straps formed an "X" which crossed at her cunt hole. In front, the straps were connected by a screen which would reveal her cunt but prevent any touch. To the rear, the straps went straight to the waist-belt, over her ass cheeks, leaving her asshole open.

All the interior leather surfaces were lined with needlepoints. They were the longest used and could penetrate her flesh up to a quarter inch. But there was more.

Beneath the screen at her cunt were hooks which would painfully separate her labia while pricking her flesh. Other points would pierce the inner flesh of her cunt, beneath the labia. But it would be still worse.

Right at her clitoris was a bulge in the screen covered with the needlepoints. It would focus pressure from a good six or eight points directly on her clit. When she became aroused and her clitoris erected, she would scream with the resultant pain. Yes, she was afraid. As she was ass-fucked, the belt would press in hard against her flesh and continue to torture her on every cock-stroke in her ass. Her Mistress strapped it on, tightened it severely and locked it. Mei-Ling screamed again in pain.

Her tits still bore the clamps. Nevertheless, her Mistress showed her the punishment bra up close. Mei-Ling cried when she saw it.

It had no less than three straps which would encircle the meat of each breast. All three could be tightened individually and locked. The strap around her back was not lined with needlepoints but with rubber. As it was tightened, it would stretch her tit-flesh, then it would not slip with her movements. Naturally, the tit straps had the longer needlepoints, as did the chastity belt. When they were tightened, they would penetrate her flesh and might even draw blood.

Again, Mei-Ling's screams were memorable when the bra was strapped on, and even louder when her Mistress went through the tit-straps, tightening them no less than three times. Mei-Ling's body shook with the pain as she cried, and her nipple clamps continued to shake as well with her every movement.

Her Mistress stood over her with the ring-gag. In this case, the ring was a bit larger than the usual diameter, and its straps were wider. It would open her mouth wider than the standard size and stretch her lips around the straps far tighter.

Mei-Ling said, "Please Mistress, lock the ring gag in my mouth, then use me as you will. And please show me no mercy, although I may beg for it long before I am freed."

The ring-gag was positioned in Mei-Ling's mouth, tightened and locked. She had to strain her mouth open to accept the larger ring. As predicted, the straps, wider again, chafed at the sides of her mouth as they stretched her lips tightly across her teeth. She would indeed find her lips useless to please those who used her and would have to serve with her tongue and, for the men, her throat.

The Mistress straddled her, facing her body. She signaled one of the other supervisors who engaged the hoist, raising Mei-Ling's wrists an inch or two to place her head at the right height. She then clamped her thighs tightly around her and, with a handful of hair in her left hand and the cat in her right, forced Mei-Ling to begin.

Even with only her tongue available, Mei-Ling showed her skill. Although already exhausted and in severe pain, she nevertheless displayed amazing talent, bringing off her Mistress sensuously, without rushing, always looking to maximize her pleasure.

As she sucked off her Mistress, the first of many men penetrated her ass. She accepted the cock easily, not forgetting to flex the muscles of her anal ring to increase his pleasure as well. As he pounded away in her ass, he pushed hard on the needlepoint-lined straps crossing her ass-flesh, renewing her pain on every stroke. Her groans of pain added most effectively to the pleasure of both the people using her.

Her Mistress finished first. She gave a quick, painful squeeze to Mei-Ling's tit, encased in the punishment bra, then walked off. The man finished seconds later, coming to her mouth to be cleaned. They were quickly replaced by two men. She did not even see their faces--only the balls and ass of the one fucking her throat. The line moved on slowly and grew.

For nearly two hours she was thus used without interruption. Her ass was constantly supplied with fresh erections, each of which demanded an oral cleaning when finished. Her mouth served both cocks and cunts. Not people--she saw few faces and she spent most of her time with the swollen balls of a guest draped across her eyes, or the sight of a woman's ass as viewed from an inch away. The pain in her tits never stopped, nor was her ass-flesh given any relief from the piercing straps.

Suddenly, she was left untouched. Her Mistress appeared at her face, smiling. It was time for more pain.

With no warning, she gripped the chain connecting her nipple clamps and pulled them free of her tits. Mei-Ling's scream was blood-curdling. As she was distracted by that pain, the Mistress unlocked the straps crossing the slave's ass and began the second of three scheduled canings.

Distracted and weakened by her tit-pain, she didn't see it coming. Twelve more strokes of the cane landed in quick succession, all of which produced powerful screams and the most strenuous contortions in Mei-Ling's obscenely spread cunt and ass. Welts landed on uncountable old welts, and her muscles, flexing to every stroke, caused the needlepoints to penetrate still deeper into the already pierced flesh of her waist, cunt and breasts.

It ended as quickly and unexpectedly as it started. The ass straps were replaced and another cock buried itself in her asshole, pressing in on the straps, puncturing new holes in her ass-cheeks. As she screamed with the pain, she was startled to see Willis Morgan looking down at her.

"Mei-Ling--since you are guilty of sometimes forgetting your enslavement, we've come up with some things to help your memory. You'll get the first now, the second in two hours while you're getting your third dozen with the cane."

Horrified, Mei-Ling watched him turn and walk away. He was replaced by the Casino's doctor who held a mysterious device in his hands. Her Mistress, at his side, spoke.

"You are going to receive a nose ring. The doctor's machine will quickly make the piercing, cauterize the wound and install the ring itself, all in a fraction of a second. The pain will be severe but will fade in seconds. The ring will be permanently attached, and you'll wear it as long as you are with us, perhaps longer."

Mei-Ling shuddered in fear as the doctor leaned closer. The machine, already bearing the ring, was positioned. Two small arms entered her nose, perhaps a quarter inch within her nostrils. They squeezed the cartilage from both sides like a vise. As the doctor pulled a trigger, she felt an instantaneous bolt of pain as the hole was penetrated. She smelled her own burning flesh as it was cauterized. An instant after the trigger was pulled, the ring was in place hanging from her nose. She had screamed once. Now, she cried quietly at her ever-increasing degradation. Not thirty seconds after the ring was installed, yet another cock pushed into her throat.

In the midst of her suffering, her exhaustion, the ache in her joints, the chafing at her wrists and ankles, not to mention the still severe pain of her punishment chastity belt and bra, she observed her own mind. She had feared her punishment, feared being marked with her nose ring, feared her caning. She had weakened under the pain, more vulnerable with the element of surprise accompanying some of her abuse. Now, with her ass and throat again being vigorously pumped by yet another pair of cocks, she felt more secure, serving properly as a slave. Now, her pain level, although substantial, was only the predictable pain of her restraints, with the added spice of the needlepoint lined straps crossing her ass cheeks, penetrating her on every stroke of the man currently fucking her ass.

Still, she had weakened. Although she did not beg for mercy, she did express fear in the midst of her pain. Yes, she deserved to be punished, needed the training and would benefit greatly from being marked. She began to focus more on pleasing the men fucking her, squeezing her ass muscles around the cock there, even using her throat muscles as well as her tongue to please the man using her mouth. When the man in her mouth came, she felt the glowing sense of slave-fulfillment as well as hoping the man was pleased. When he began to piss in her mouth, she reacted better, feeling pleased that he would use her so completely. She knew he was pleased and used her tongue lovingly on him as she swallowed, wishing only to have the ring gag removed long enough to be able to smile up at him in appreciation. When the man in her ass came and used her mouth to be cleaned, she again served lovingly, affectionately, welcoming his soiled cock.

The time passed quickly. She anticipated her last caning some minutes before she saw her Mistress approach with the cane. This time, prepared, she set her mind properly to receive her torture. She had to suffer her torture to perfect her training, to practice the acceptance of pain and to entertain those present with her screams. It was more difficult, however, to deal with Willis Morgan who appeared again at her shoulder.

"You have already been well-marked, slut. No matter, you'll get your last dozen. Still, the welts will fade. Even your nose ring is not unknown here. You are a special case. Following the cane, you will be marked in one more way, a painless way, but one which will keep you humiliated for months, perhaps longer. First though, the cane."

She wondered what more they could do to her that they had not yet done. She had thought they might brand her, but no. Morgan did say, "Painless". She considered what else might be done, but was interrupted by the real, immediate pain of the ass straps being removed for her last caning.

She felt the needles being withdrawn from her flesh under the straps, and she knew there had to be at least a few drops of blood. Worse, her ass was already a mass of welts from both her recent canings and her prior punishments. The last dozen would be the worst. And then, the needlepoint lined straps would be replaced, and her ass would again serve the seemingly endless line of men still waiting.

This time, she challenged herself. In the few seconds she had to anticipate, she affirmed to herself, "I am a slave. I will be a perfect slave. I will scream with my pain but not beg for undeserved mercy. I will love the cane and the hand that wields it for making me a better slave."

The first stroke landed, with explosive pain. Mei-Ling screamed long and hard, allowing the pain to fill her being. The strokes continued with her screams, unabated, for the full dozen. Amazingly, she found herself, in the midst of the caning, relishing her torture, understanding it, no longer fearing it. Had she not been ring gagged, one might have almost seen her smile, or heard her say "Thank you!"

Morgan appeared again, with her Mistress beside him.

"Let us complete the process of enslaving this worthless cunt", he began. "We must degrade her beyond all the other slaves of the Casino stable. And I have just the thing."

"Yes, Sir?" The Mistress also waited, anticipating.

"Shave her head."

For an instant, Mei-Ling was caught off guard. She thought proudly of how beautiful her hair was and how much it pleased even those who used her as a slave. Then, she remembered. The humiliation she would undergo would please them even more. And certainly, she was an owned girl. She smiled, through her tears, around her gag.

The process only took a few minutes. There was no need for care; all her hair was quickly shaved off with an electric clipper. Shaving cream accompanied the razor--not for her comfort, of course, but to ensure a closer shave. Soon, she was totally bald. As Morgan left, she overheard him instructing her Mistress, "When her chastity belt is removed, shave her cunt as well and keep it that way." After that she heard nothing as a pair of female thighs clamped tightly around her ears blocking her hearing. Now, her tongue must return to work. And her ass, as well, as she felt still another cock penetrate her, again pressing the needlepoints into her welted ass cheeks. She could not even react as the nipple clamps, gone for two hours now, were reinstalled on her tortured breasts. She suffered, served well and felt fulfilled.

The last two hours were a slow, painful haze. They completed six consecutive hours of suspension, rape and torture, and followed a twelve-hour stint in the restrooms. She had swallowed so much male come and female juice, she was bloated. Her ass was so fucked out, it was gaping wide open and dripped a constant flow of come which formed a puddle on the floor beneath her. The needlepoints lining her chastity belt and her punishment bra were completely embedded in her tortured flesh and their marks would remain visible for weeks. Her nipples, swollen from the concealed threads, remained painfully clamped. And she had not had an orgasm since she freed Nanette and Nubia, almost twenty hours ago.

She was lowered slowly. Her ring gag was removed and her wrists shackled behind her. Her ankles were joined by a mere foot of chain. The nipple clamps were removed, as were the concealed threads. The punishment bra and chastity belt remained locked on. As her Mistress attached a chain leash to her new nose ring, Morgan appeared. "Take her to the kennels, chain her, clean her, then let her sleep in her bonds."

Inwardly, Mei-Ling groaned. The kennels, home only to the newest slaves or those under punishment, were far worse than the normal slave quarters. Cages were stacked three high, each barely large enough for a slave to curl up on her side.

She was led on her knees, passing through much of the Casino on her way. She was thrust into the cage still shackled, then further hobbled as her wrist links were padlocked behind her to her ankle chain, effectively hog-tying her.

As she laid on the bars on the floor of the cage, trying to find a non-existent comfortable position, the blast of cold water hit her. Her Mistress held the hose. Indeed, Morgan had ordered, "Clean her". For the lowest slaves in the Casino, this was the usual method. As she screamed in response to the painful high-pressure spray she understood again. She was a slave. She had been placed, again, at the bottom rung of the ladder, and she would have to work her way up.

She laid there shivering when it was over, still trying unsuccessfully to shift into a tolerable position on the bars of the cage floor. Even if she were not hog-tied by her chains, she could have done little more than kneel. Worse, she still wore her punishment bra and chastity belt.

An hour passed. Two women entered, part of the training staff. They dragged her out of the cage, removed her chastity belt, then proceeded to shave her cunt. To Mei-Ling's dismay, they then quickly replaced her chastity belt, causing her to scream freely as the points reembedded themselves in her flesh. Her cuntlips were now clearly visible through the screen of the chastity belt, as were the needlepoints within the screen which quickly renewed their torture of her labia, her inner cuntal flesh and even her clitoris.

Somehow she dozed, in spite of the pain. For a time she was relatively clean, unmolested except by her restraints and unbothered. Her nap was short-lived, however, as she was awakened by a shower of piss from the cages above hers.

The streams hit her all over her body, from her face to her ass. Again she tasted the piss, as the streams briefly crossed her lips. Opening her eyes, she realized her Mistress was there and had ordered both the occupants of the cages above hers to piss on her. The Mistress left.

Mei-Ling thought again of her affirmations: "I am an owned girl. If my Master or Mistress wishes to subject me to any abuse, that wish is the only justification needed." "A slave must be degraded regularly, until she can see herself only as a slave." "I must love my torture and humiliation, because of the pleasure it brings my Masters."

Indeed, she was a slave. She would not forget it again.

She slept, in her punishment bonds, for six hours. She was then placed back on line.

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