Breaking of Dan Newman
by Shelton Gregory, msxstoy@hotmail.com
Pt. 1 (femdom, mc, torture)



        "Susan, honey, did you see that letter I wrote to
CitiCorp? I'm going past the post office. I need to register
it."
        Dan Newman's gorgeous wife, Susan, looked up from her
book. "Don't you remember, Dan, you sent that day before
yesterday."
        Dan looked incredulous. "Are you sure?"
        "Of course, don't you remember we looked at some
furniture and on the way back we stopped at the post office?"
        Dan sat down and rubbed his face with his hands. "What's
wrong with me, honey? My memory is just going to hell!
Sometimes I get these dizzy spells. Well, not exactly dizzy.
It's more like I look around and for a few seconds I don't
seem to know where I am. It only lasts a second or two."
        Susan looked concerned. She put down her book and went
over to Dan. She kissed him tenderly and rubbed his neck.
"Why don't you go see a doctor? Your memory is getting worse,
that's for sure."
        At age 50, Dan Newman considered himself to be one of
the luckiest men alive. He had wooed and won the beautiful
Susan Andrews, a former first runner up in the Miss America
Pageant and twenty-seven years younger than himself. His
career was prospering beyond even his wildest expectations.
His net worth was well over the three million dollar mark.
His health was excellent and he had taken good care of his
six foot six, two hundred twenty pound body. He looked nearly
as good as when he was a star running back at UCLA. But now
this memory problem and the strange spells.
        Dan made an appointment at the McCully Clinic. They were
supposedly top-notch at diagnostics. They gave Dan nearly
every test known, including angiograms, CAT scans and MRI.
They found nothing. All the baffled doctor could suggest was
that Dan was working too hard. He suggested a vacation.
        As a matter of fact, the reason the doctors found
nothing was that Susan had stopped putting the few drops of
an amber-colored liquid into Dan's morning coffee several
days before he went to the clinic. She started again after
the exhaustive physical. This time she doubled the dose! When
Dan started having even more problems, she suggested they
take that vacation. She told her big husband that when she
was in college a sorority sister had something like the same
problems as Dan. Susan told him that the girl had gone to a
small sanitarium near Big Bear Lake for a couple of weeks and
that she came back cured.
        Dan exclaimed that he didn't need to go to some shrink
who was probably crazier than his patients anyway. Susan
smiled. Dan's problems became worse. In desperation he asked
Susan to find out where the sanitarium was. A week later,
Susan drove Dan to the place. "Not so bad," Dan said as the
car traveled up a pine tree lined road to a large rustic
building that looked more like a huge hunting lodge than a
hospital. "Sure is a long way from civilization," he went on.
Under her breath Susan remarked, "Yes, precious, as far as
you are concerned, it's at the end of the world!"
        In the pleasant office, the director, Doctor Martha
Bainbridge, interview the couple. After Dan finished
describing his problems, the lovely fortyish doctor said
reassuringly, "Not to worry, Mr. Newman. You came to the
right place. You were lucky that your wife heard of us. We
specialize in your kind of problem. Let's get right to it."
        The doctor pushed a button and a very cute blonde nurse
soon entered the office. Her plump little ass was sheathed in
a white, polished nylon skirt and she wore knee-high, white
kid boots that laced tightly to her well-formed calves.
        "Yeah," Dan thought, "this is my kind of hospital!"
        "Come with me, Mr. Newman. There are a couple of really
easy tests we need to do. They won't take long, and then I'll
show you your room."
        When they had gone, Susan lit a long, white cigarette
and took a deep puff. Dan did not approve of her smoking.
"Well,"  she said to the smiling doctor, "it worked exactly
like you said. I'm sure glad I met you at the Janus Society
meetings."
        Martha got up and walked to Susan's chair. She leaned
over and kissed the lovely girl deeply. "That's where I
recruit some of my clients," she remarked. "There are other
places in several cities."
        "You're sure this will work?" Susan asked.
        Doctor Bainbridge opened a leather-covered box on her
desk and took out a long, thin, Jamaican cigar. She lit it
and exhaled a long plume of smoke. "As I told you, darling,
my success rate has been close to ninety-five percent. It's
because I select my clients very carefully. An older man with
a young, beautiful wife is always a good risk. When he is
totally devoted and has a high sexual drive, that helps. And
oddly enough, if he is very macho and places a high value on
his reputation as a man's man, it makes it almost a cinch.
Nevertheless, I have had a few failures. The just couldn't be
crushed and put back together again. Their egos were armor-
plated."
        "What happened to them?" Susan asked apprehensively.
        "There wasn't much choice. We used some horrendous drug
cocktails and some terrible psychological pressures until
they were hopelessly psychotic. They're still here. Their
wives don't even visit them any more. It doesn't make that
much difference. They are catatonic and don't respond to
anything outside themselves anyway. One can never really know
what they are thinking, if anything. Based upon my
professional insight, I would guess they are not suffering.
        "I sure wouldn't want that to happen to Dan. It's true
that I would get everything he has, but I feel very warm
towards Dan. He treats me very well and he is great in bed.
It's just that ever since I got my masters degree in
business, I have wanted to run a big business. As a woman it
takes forever to start at the bottom in a man's world.
Besides, Dan is dreadfully old-fashioned. He still believes a
woman's place is in the home. He keeps pushing me to get
pregnant. The last thing I want is kids. And, as you know, I
have this thing about sexual sadism. The idea of having the
power to make a man crawl to me and lick my feet is so strong
that when I think of it I get positively wet. Maybe more
importantly, Dan would simply die if he ever found out I
enjoy making love to other women. I need it and I can't spend
the rest of my life sneaking around. Sooner or later he would
find out. I really made up my mind when I met Barbie. I've
never met anyone who so closely thinks the way I do. I want
her to move in with me. She could help me with Dan."
        Martha laid her hand on Susan's shoulder. "I don't think
we'll have any problems, Susan. You see that lawyer I told
you about. He's been submitting to me for years. He'll get
the papers for you. Bring them back tomorrow evening."
        "I don't understand that very well. Dan won't sign those
papers tomorrow. It's way too soon."
        "Yes, of course it would seem like that. It's the shock
of finding out what you are up to that will help push him
over the edge. Remember, darling, you have to be very cruel.
That's essential."
        Susan smiled wickedly. "How sweet it is."

CHAPTER TWO

        Meanwhile the attractive blonde nurse had taken Dan to a
small examining room. He might have been a little suspicious
if he would have been more observant. Dan was preoccupied
with that glorious ass that seemed to be fighting to get out
of the tight nylon skirt. He might have wondered why the only
other door in the little room was gray steel with thick
welded reinforcing straps and heavy steel bolts.
        "I'll want a urine specimen later, Mr. Newman. Drink
this. It will tell us how well your kidneys are working. That
doesn't taste bad, does it? Now, take the robe and go behind
that screen and undress, then lie down here on this table."
        "Was that stuff you gave me," Dan said from behind the
screen, "supposed to make me dizzy?"
        "It does a little in some people," the nurse said
reassuringly. "It will pass quickly as soon as you lie down."
        Dan emerged from behind the screen. He was a little
unsteady. He got up on the table with the nurse's help. Her
floral perfume was very exciting. He suddenly felt sleepy. He
opened his eyes and shook his head to clear it. He saw that
the little nurse was already cinching down a wide leather
belt around his chest and arms. "What are you doing?" he
mumbled drunkenly.
        "You seem so unsteady, I was afraid you might fall off
the table." As she said this she was pulling another leather
strap over his thighs. When he suddenly felt cold steel
snapping around his right wrist he protested.
        "What the fuck?" he bellowed. He tried to pull his left
arm out from under the chest strap. The strong little nurse
was over him in a split second. He was surprised at her
strength.
        "Now, now, Mr. Newman, we mustn't fight. It really
doesn't pay around here." In his drugged condition she had
few problems locking his other wrist to the table. By the
time she finished, Dan was profoundly asleep.
        The nurse opened Dan's robe and looked at his flaccid
cock. She lifted it and examined his big balls. "Oh, my, I am
going to like playing with that cute monster!" She covered
Dan with a green blanket and walked over to a wall phone.
"He's sleeping like a baby, doctor. OK, that's what I
thought."
        She hung up and wheeled the table to the steel door. She
produced a key and placed it in a keyhole beside the door.
The steel door slid quietly aside. She pushed Dan inside and
locked the wheels. She then turned off the lights and
activated the door. In the pitch black, soundproofed room,
Dan began to snore.
        Nurse Nancy went to the office. She took the snifter of
brandy that Martha offered her. "Boy, he's a big one, isn't
he? In more ways than one!"
        "Have you been peeking again, Nancy?"
        Nancy giggled. "Of course. I'm the resident expert on
cocks and balls, aren't I?"
        "One can't deny your talents, Nancy dear. But you'll
have to be a little careful. The lady wants her husband back
undamaged. She's not a lesbian. Ms. Newman likes that cock.
She says he knows how to use it."
        "Shit," Nancy replied, "I was hoping she was a lesbian,
like Ms. Clarke." Ms. Clarke was the last client that came to
the sanitarium with her husband.
        "I didn't say you couldn't work on his dick, Nancy. I
just said that you'll have to leave it in working order. We
will give him a vasectomy. You can do that." Nancy brightened
up. "But no castration like old man Clarke," the doctor said.
        Nancy shrugged her perfect little shoulders. "Win a few,
lose a few," she said philosophically.
        "Call Mia and Sandra. Tell them we will need them around
noontime. I just want to soften up Mr. Newman tomorrow before
his wife comes in the evening. A little pushing around,
slapping, humiliation, that sort of thing. You won't need me
for that. Before you go off at midnight, give him a hypo of
5cc of pentane and ten of five percent valium. I'll have the
night nurse give him the kicker at four."
        "Oh yes, the old kicker," Nancy smiled. "Your own secret
witch's brew. What's really in that stuff?"
        "If I told you it wouldn't be a secret, would it? By the
way, Ms. Newman swings both ways."
        "Wow!" Nancy exclaimed. "God, what a body and face she
has. Are you sure she digs it with girls?"
        "Sure I'm sure. That's how I met her," Martha smiled.
        "I should have known," the cute little lesbian replied.
She left in a cloud of perfume. Dr. Martha leaned back in her
big leather swivel chair. She was happy and excited. She
loved doing this to men. She remembered how the male
professors at medical school had treated the female students.
And the interns. They treated her like she was little more
than an educated whore. That was when she started her
research on altering the mind. She went back and interned in
psychiatry with a specialty in psychotropic drugs. She would
occasionally get a chance to give her little "cocktails" to
male prisoners at the hospital for the criminally insane. It
was then that she discovered that the whole thing came
together when taken as a broad treatment with the drugs,
intensive and extensive pressure and sex! Sex was the
catalyst. Not every man could become an abject slave. He had
to be very masculine, highly sexual and very bright. It
helped greatly if her were hopelessly in love with the woman
who would be his master. It was difficult if not impossible
to enslave an unattached male, but the doctor was working on
that. If she could get enough males to experiment with, she
was sure she could succeed. There were two transients locked
in the basement right now whom her girls had picked up in
sleazy bars after the women were convinced the men had good
IQs.

CHAPTER THREE

        The next morning about 6:00 a.m., Dan awoke. He was
still strapped to the table. His head felt like a hot air
balloon. It took him several anxious moments in the darkened
room to figure out where he was. He strained against the
thick straps. His efforts produced very little results.
"Christ," he said aloud. "I'm weak as a cat! What the hell
did that blonde bitch give me, anyway?" He laid back, out of
breath from such a small physical effort. It was the effects
of the pentane, valium and the diabolical doctor's special
"kicker". A sudden feeling of fear and anxiety passed over
him like a cold blast of air. He shivered in the blackness.
This was also a result of the drugs.
        The lights suddenly went on. By the time his eyes grew
accustomed to the bright lights there was a tall, brunette
nurse standing beside him.
        "Oh, Mr. Newman, it's time you awoke. How do you feel?"
Dan launched into a tirade of questions, threats and abusive
language. The nurse, who had heard all this before, calmly
took his pulse and listened to his heart. She took his blood
pressure.
        "You're doing fine, honey. Now it's time for some
breakfast. You'll need lots of energy today. Our therapy is
pretty strong."
        The nurse left and shortly returned with a large bottle
full of a milky liquid and several other objects. "Now then,
doll, I want you to drink all of this. It's a highly
nutritious solution, very good for you. We certainly don't
want to let you get dehydrated. If you refuse to drink it,
then I will just insert this plastic tube through your nose
and into your tummy." She held up a large hypodermic syringe.
"Then I will inject the liquid directly into your stomach.
It's entirely up to you."
        Dan shook his head no.
        "Suit yourself, hon. You won't like the tube. But I
rather enjoy forcing it down your throat. It will also
convince you that we can put all kinds of things inside you
any time we want to."
        She ignored his questions about where his wife was. She
pulled on skintight rubber gloves, then applied a jelly to
the long plastic tube. When Dan tried to move his head, she
wrapped her rubber-sheathed fingers in his hair and yanked
his head back viciously.
        "That's it, Hon, fight me. I love it!"
        The cruel nurse then placed the rounded tip of the tube
up his nostril and began gently pushing it in. "It will be
easier if you keep swallowing. But it will go down anyway."
This time, Dan did cooperate. In no time, the tube was all
the way into his stomach. She then filled the big hypo from
the bottle, attached it to the tube and squirted the liquid.
She continued until the bottle was empty, then slid out the
stomach tube in one smooth pull. She patted him on the
stomach. "Does baby have a nice full tummy?" she teased.
"Might as well try to go back to sleep. Oh, I forgot." She
took a metal urinal and held his flaccid cock in her hand.
"Try to piss, baby. If you don't I'll catheterize you. That
really does burn."
        Dan mustered all his concentration and managed to half
fill the urinal. The nurse held up the urinal. There was an
evil glint in her eyes. She held the urinal over Dan's face
with one gloved hand and held his head with the other. She
laughed as she dribbled the entire contents of warm piss over
Dan's face. "Sleep tight," she said sweetly. She left the
room, locked the door and shut off the light. Despite his
best efforts Dan was flooded with fear. There was no way he
could go to sleep.
        Just after noon the lights came on again. This time it
wasn't a nurse who stood beside him. It was two very tall,
very strong women dressed in tight black leather jeans,
leather vests, gauntlet gloves and gleaming, black English
riding boots with built-up heels. Their huge breasts were
bare. One of the women, who was called Mia, had ornate silver
shields over her breasts. They were held on by silver posts
inserted through holes in her long, meaty nipples. The woman
called Sandra was wearing a studded leather harlequin mask.
Her black eyes glittered ominously from behind the shiny
mask.
        The walked confidently up to the table. Sandra spoke.
"This dumb shitass seems to have pissed all over himself! You
stink, animal!" she exclaimed.
        "Yeah, I guess we should clean the idiot up. Let's get
him in the shower."
        The women seemed unconcerned as they undid Dan's straps
and cuffs. As Mia released Dan's right hand, he reached up
and grabbed her by the arm. She looked at him like he was a
moronic child. She took her gloved hand and easily pried his
fingers loose. He just didn't have any strength.
        "Boy, are you a dummy. Now you're going to get it!" Mia
laughed. Sandra undid Dan's left wrist and they pulled him to
his feet.
        "So you want to fight, big boy?" Mia asked. She cracked
him across the face with her gloved palm. She laughed and
shoved him towards Sandra. Sandra grabbed him, turned him
around and bent his arm up toward his shoulder. Mia slammed
her fist into his gut. As he bent over she slapped his mouth
repeatedly. Then Sandra spun him around an punched him in the
balls. She let him slip to the floor then kicked hiss ass
with her hard boot.
        "Still want to give us some more shit, or are you going
to be a good little boy and do what mama tells you?"
        Dan didn't say anything. Sandra put her booted foot in
his groin. She pressed down hard.
        "Answer the lady, fool, or I'll crush your little
ballsies."
        "Okay, okay," Dan groaned. He figured that he couldn't
do much now, anyway. Better he bide his time and see what in
the hell was going on.
        The girls shoved him in the shower. The cold water
seemed to revive him a little. He dried himself while the
women made disparaging remarks about his big cock and balls.
        "He's hung like a mule," Mia snorted.
        "Yeah," Sandra replied, "but look how soft it is. With
two gorgeous ladies like us looking at his prick, you'd think
he would get hard. Maybe he doesn't like women. Is that it,
faggot? You like men?"
        "Probably just little boys," Mia sniggered.
        Dan forgot his weakened condition and charged the woman
with his big hands outstretched. He would strangle the bitch.
Sandra stuck out her booted foot and Dan crashed into the
floor. Mia kicked him in the ribs.
        "He doesn't seem to learn very fast, does he?"
        "What man does?" Sandra answered.
        "You have a point, my dear. But this little fart can't
be much of a man. I mean he looks kind of big and hairy like
a man and he has that ugly worm like a man, but he fights
like a girl. Shit, I have a kitten at home who fights better
than this turkey does."
        "Oh, well, we know he can't fight. I wonder if he can
fuck."
        "Only little boys."
        "Yeah, I forgot."
        Sandra sat down on Dan's back and pushed his face into
the floor.
        "Now let's see if I got this straight: Whatever I am
sitting on neither fights nor fucks. Surely there must be
something it can do."
        Mia appeared to be thinking. "Hey, I got it. Maybe he
can suck things."
        "What kind of things?" Sandra asked.
        "Assholes," Mia suggested cheerfully.
        "Great idea! Let's see if he can."
        Mia slipped her leather jeans to the floor, leaned over
the table and exposed her naked ass. her smooth buns were
hard and high.
        "Okay, animal, on your knees. Crawl over there and suck
that lady's asshole." Sandra nudged him with her boot.
        Dan crawled over and looked at the protruding ass. It
was gorgeous all right. But when Dan pulled her cheeks apart,
he could see dark brown smears where she had missed something
with the toilet paper.
        Dan was raging inside. Normally, he could have grasped
these women in his large arms and crushed the life out of
them. Now he had trouble just moving around. He was a proud
and dignified man and the things these women were doing to
him outraged every sense of what he believed in. The only
remote glimmer of light was these women's bold and shameless
lust. It was obvious that these were women who had sexual
desires and were not ashamed of them. It was even more
obvious that the intended acting on their desires.
        Dan hesitated too long. Sandra slammed her boot toe into
his ass. It hurt like hell. "You goddamned whore!" Dan
bellowed, "I'll see you in hell first!"
        Sandra laughed raucously. "My, my, it seems the old bear
is growling. Funny you should mention hell. Men who haven't
been there can't really appreciate what it might be like.
I've heard it said that Satan is a lady."
        Sandra went to a cabinet and took out a long, nasty
looking cattle prod. She pressed a button on the handle and
smiled wickedly as the dreaded object buzzed like an angry
rattlesnake. She walked slowly toward the man, pointing the
device like a sword. Then she began pushing it into every
part of his body except his face, as he rolled and thrashed
insanely around the rubber covered floor. He made vain
efforts to grab the punishing prod, but the laughing woman
would easily pull it away. After what seemed an eternity, she
stopped. Dan lay gasping and moaning.
        "Now, Papa Bear, wouldn't it be easier to eat that
gorgeous asshole? I'm really surprised that you refused. I
envy your position. She hardly ever lets me eat out her
shit."
        "That's because you bite, you crazy animal," Mia
giggled. "Now, get at it, Papa Bear, or I'll have Sandy shove
that prod up your ass!"
        Dan struggled to his knees. "What the hell am I doing?"
he thought. "Get hold of yourself, man. It's not worth all
this pain. They're not asking you to cut off your arm. Save
your strength. Lick the whore's ass. When Susan finds out
what's going on here there'll be hell to pay!" Poor Dan
didn't realize it, but he had just made one small step toward
his own destruction. A little chink in his armor had opened.
The women would eventually split it wide open and reveal the
naked, vulnerable and frightened man underneath.
        He placed both his hands on Mia's wide hips and stuck
his warm, wet tongue into Mia's brown-stained hole. He gagged
a little, but managed to keep control. "Faster and deeper,
Papa Bear. Let me know there's a real man back there. Eat me
good. Get every tasty little speck out of my asshole. Oh, it
feels good. Make me happy, honey!"
        Somehow, Mia's unbridled eroticism was a little
contagious. His tongue penetrated deeper and he slashed it
back and forth madly. The woman's moans of delight and
obscene instructions were getting to him. He felt Sandra's
sleekly-gloved hand reach between his legs and begin to
stroke his large cock. She was an expert. She knew exactly
how to stroke and where to probe. Despite the bizarre
situation he was in, Dan's cock had a mind of its own. It
grew and grew into a rock-hard erection. Sandra laughed.
"See, Papa Bear, it's much nicer when you cooperate."
        Mia turned around and grabbed Dan's head in her gloved
fingers. She pulled his head gently into her dripping pussy.
"Eat me, big man. Make Mia come."
        Mia was already so hot that it took only a minute or two
before she moaned into a lovely orgasm. Just as she started
to come, Sandra's gloved hand gripped Dan's big cock and very
rapidly jerked it back and forth. He shouted as big spurts of
pearly cum shot several feet across the room.
        Mia pulled on her leather jeans. She made sure Dan saw
her as she ground his still-warm cum under the sole of her
boot. "Nasty stuff," she opined. She sat on the edge of the
table and extended the cum-smeared sole of her boot into
Dan's face. "Lick it clean, honey. I might slip and break my
gorgeous ass. Then you wouldn't have it to eat."
        Sandra pressed the button on the shocker and advanced it
toward his face. Dan held the boot in his hands and gagged as
he licked off the cold, slimy cum mixed with the filth and
grit of the boot sole.
        About that time a nurse appeared with a couple of hypos.
Dan tried to scramble away, but Sandra and Mia easily pinned
him onto the floor. Dan felt the stings and burning
sensations as the drugs were squirted deep into his muscles.
        The women exchanged pleasantries as though Dan were a
chair that could not hear. They talked about the nurse's new
apartment, about a new boutique, etc. Dan could feel the drug
as it tingled in his brain cells. The little bit of strength
that had only just now beginning to flow into his muscles
began draining out again. A great, terrifying thought raced
through his mind. "My god, they could keep me like this
forever," he thought. He inadvertently let out a sob. The
nurse looked at Sandra and smiled knowingly. Dan was taking
one more step toward the edge.
        They took Dan to the shower again. After he was cleaned
up, the nurse brought a tray of food. "Eat it all, little
man, or I get the tube," she commanded. Dan did as he was
told. The slightly bitter coffee contained a dose of Doctor
Martha's "kicker". They would see how well he tolerated the
drug orally. His wife would give him a smaller dose every day
for the rest of his life! They strapped him back on the table
for a rest. "Later on you're going to get a real surprise,
Papa Bear," Mia smiled. They turned out the light and locked
the steel door.
        Perhaps two or three hours passed when the light came
on. It was Mia and Sandra. They unstrapped Dan and allowed
him to walk around a little to loosen up. They then took him
down the hall to a little room. It was empty save for two
chairs. One was a heavy wooden chair with straps for the
chest, wrists and ankles. Dan was strapped to the chair, but
his right hand was left free. The other chair in the room was
a comfortable, black leather armchair.
        The two women left Dan alone. About five minutes later
the door opened. Dan's beautiful wife entered!

CHAPTER FOUR

        The tall, black-haired beauty was regally dressed in a
shimmering black leather trench coat, a black felt fedora,
tall, straight black gaucho boots and exquisitely tight black
kid gloves. She was carrying a tooled leather briefcase. A
slim black cigarette holder with a smoldering white cigarette
was clenched between her flawless white teeth.
        "Dan, dearest, how are you?" She sat in the leather
chair and blew a cloud of smoke in his direction. She
listened patiently to the long, raging answer to her rather
strange question. He ended up by shouting. "You're part of
this, aren't you?"
        Susan smiled. "Not a part of it, darling. You might say
I'm all of it. It is my idea."
        "Why?" he asked in horrified disbelief.
        Susan didn't answer. Instead she opened the briefcase
and took out a sheaf of paper bound together at the top.
"This is a power of attorney. It gives me complete control of
your assets and bank accounts. You really must sign it,
darling."
        "I will never sign, you little bitch!" he bellowed. "Not
even if they kill me!"
        "How silly," she laughed. "I don't want you killed. I am
quite fond of you. You're like a big, old, lovable Saint
Bernard. But big dogs are such a nuisance if they're not
properly trained. You will be my good doggie, Dan. You will
see how much fun it will be to fetch and carry for me, lay at
my feet and lick my toes." She smiled lecherously, "and make
that big dickey of yours hard when I want it."
        While all this was going on, the lovely doctor was
preparing. She showered, dried and powdered her voluptuous
body. She pulled on thin surgeon's gloves and applied a
generous coat of Vaseline to her waist and groin, especially
thick over her smooth, shaved pussy. She then stretched a
pair of flesh-colored, tissue-thin latex pants over her hips.
At the crotch of the pants there was a thick rubber pad with
long rubber projections that fit tightly over her pussy. The
rubber "fingers" slipped back and forth over her hard
clitoris. She removed her gloves and put a thin latex
brassiere over her large breasts. At the center of each cup
there were two holes surrounded by similar little rubber
projections that gripped her big nipples. A one piece, milky
white rubber dress went on next. It was cut like a European
nurse's dress. The tight rubber molded erotically over her
muscular asscheeks and over the rubber bra. She then donned a
thin, black rubber apron with shoulder straps. The apron had
a large scarlet cross on the front. At last she applied
heavy, exotic make-up and stretched a clean pair of surgeon's
gloves over her long, sensitive fingers. Finally, she put on
a pair of extremely high-heeled, black leather boots.
        Just as Susan was finishing her speech to her stunned
husband she heard the sound of high heels clicking along the
hallway.
        "I believe I hear Dr. Martha coming down the hall. I'll
just give these papers to her. I'm sure she can convince you
to sign them. Doctors have all kinds of ways and special
tools to make people do things. Then I will be back and help
with your doggie training. I must find you a really pretty
collar and leash. Bye, honey," she said sweetly.
        The doctor came into the room. Susan gasped in excited
admiration. Dan was shocked. How could she? Susan briefly
explained Dan's refusal to sign. The doctor smiled.
        "I've got to run now, Martha. I have a hot date with
Barbie. She's moving in next week. I'll need someone to watch
Dan while I'm out setting the business world on fire." Both
women laughed. Susan left in a rustle of leather.
        The rubber-sheathed woman sat down in the leather chair
and said nothing while she read the legal documents.
        "You can't get away with this," Dan said angrily.
        Doctor Martha looked up and smiled. She then went on
reading.
        "Sooner or later I will have to show up in court," he
went on.
        "Indeed, you will," Martha replied calmly.
        "You can't keep me here forever, you know," Dan added.
        The Doctor laughed. "I certainly hope not. There are
others like you who need my therapy. Everything here seems in
order. Why don't you just sign the papers?"
        "Never!" he shouted.
        "Good for you, dear man. You hold out just as long as
you possibly can. I dearly love a challenge," Martha replied.
"Now listen to me, you piece of shit. It states in this paper
that you are no longer mentally capable of minding your own
affairs. When you go to court, you will go in a wheelchair,
pushed by your tearful and saddened wife. Everyone, including
the judge, will feel so sorry for this poor woman who has
courageously volunteered to care for a totally helpless
husband. And at those times when you appear in public and the
couple of times when other doctors examine you, you will be
totally helpless. You will have no idea where you are or who
you are. You will blubber incoherently. My deposition is
already typed up. You had a complete breakdown which resulted
in a form of catatonic schizophrenia. Believe me, the drugs
your lovely wife will give you before your court appearance
and before the doctors' examination will perfectly produce
the symptoms of this mental condition. When we are through
with you, Mr. Newman, you will be under the absolute control
of your wife until the day you die."
        The doctor left Dan to think that over. A couple of
minutes later, Mia, Sandra and the bouncy little Nancy came
to get him. They forced him down the hall to the torture
room. This time they closed the iron door. There would be
noises that they wouldn't want anyone outside to hear. Dr.
Martha was waiting. She motioned the women to put Dan on the
table. They strapped him down tightly.
        "Thank you, Mia and Sandra. I can tell you have done
well. You may go now. I'm sure Nancy and I can take care of
this part. Come back about ten in the morning." The women
left.
        "Now, my dear boy," Martha addressed Dan, "we could use
drugs and a lot of  fancy psychological footwork to get you
to sign those papers. We will use the fancy stuff later. But
my greatest pleasure lies in good old classic torture. It
will also help set you up for the fancy stuff. In other
words, Nancy and I will give you such enormous agony that you
will sign the papers. I expect by the time we are finished,
you would gladly sign your own death warrant.
        "We go at it a little differently. Once we start we
carry out our little routine all the way through. We won't
even let you sign or we do it all over again -- and over and
over and over until you do. Want to change your mind?"
        The courageous, but foolish man shook his head no.
        "Great," Nancy remarked. "Shall we begin?"
        "We shall," the doctor replied.
        As she got some tools from a drawer the seductive doctor
went on. "The nerves are not distributed evenly, Mr. Newman.
There  are many areas of the body where they are especially
concentrated. Two such areas are the nipples. A man's are
just as sensitive as a woman's. Yours are quite large. They
will be delightful to work on."
        She held up a gleaming stainless steel instrument. I
consisted of two metal loops laying on top of one another.
The two loops were placed over the nipple and the one loop
slid past the stationary one, clamping the nipple with a
scissors-like action. The loops were not sharp and would not
cut.
        The doctor slipped the loops over Dan's nipple and
pulled the nipple out as far as she could with her non-slip
rubber-covered fingers. She then pushed the ratcheted lock
until Dan screamed in pain. "Oh yes," she said rather
huskily. "Now the nipple is exquisitely tender, is it not?"
She tweaked the pain-racked nipple and Dan shrieked. She then
applied an antiseptic solution to the nipple. "Your patient,
Nancy."
        The eager little nurse picked up a device which Dan
vaguely recognized. It looked like a miniature tattooing gun.
She filled the little cup that ordinarily holds the colored
dye with a drug called prochlorperazine. It is usually used
to control nausea. Its side effect is that it burns like
liquid fire!
        She flipped a switch and the tiny needle began vibrating
in and out rapidly. She leaned forward and pressed the tip
gently to Dan's agonized nipple. "No!" he shrieked in
blinding pain. The needle just pierced through his thick skin
and into his raw flesh. The burning liquid was plunged in
with it at the rate of a hundred times a second. Ignoring his
almost steady screams, Nancy licked her lips and began
running the buzzing needle over the tip and then around and
around the swollen projection. She took her time and spent
over five minutes torturing Dan's tit. His big body was
dripping sweat. At last she stopped. Dan's nipple continued
to feel as though it were dipped in acid. Finally, it began
to wear off.
        Doctor Martha removed the clamp. She moved it to the
left nipple. "Really, Doctor, I find this idiot's shrieking
terribly annoying, especially in this small room. Is there
any way we can stop it?" Nancy inquired.
        "Of course. It is stimulating at first, but I agree it
does get old."
        The doctor got a hypo with a long, extremely thin
needle. She filled it from a vial. She then swabbed both
sides of Dan's Adam's apple with disinfectant. "I'll just
inject this right here on both sides well into the vocal
cords. They will be completely paralyzed. The best he can do
will be some rather low, froglike whooshy noises.
        Despite Dan's pleading, Dr. Martha slipped the needle
into his larynx. His voice slowly died out and he could only
make gusty air noises.
        "Perfect, now let's do the other titty," Martha laughed.
        Dan was put through another five or six minutes of pure
hell. Nancy was ecstatic. Her nylon-covered pussy was damp
with lust. The doctor kept moving and wiggling her pretty ass
to make the rubber fingers massage her hot clitoris.
        When they finished the nipple agony, the two women
sadists had a refreshing drink. Nancy cheerfully inquired,
"The old pee-pee next?"
        "You must be reading my mind," Martha responded. "Put on
some gloves. There may be some mess with this."
        Nancy pulled on a pair of nearly transparent latex
gloves. She wiggled her shiny fingers. "Rubber gloves are so
sexy. I mean when you see someone pull on a rubber glove you
figure they're going to do something nasty and probably
painful."
        "Right on," the evil doctor laughed.
        "How do we start?" Nancy inquired.
        "I rather like a good old-fashioned whipping myself, but
let's show our man something first," the doctor answered.
        She walked over to Dan and stared into his tortured
eyes. Her scarlet, glistening lips curled into a seductive,
yet cruel smile. "I daresay you really hate us. How you would
enjoy getting those huge paws of yours around our slim necks.
Yet, despite your seething anger I will show you just how
much control a woman has over you and just how little control
you have to resist her."
        Doctor Martha applied a generous amount of KY jelly to
her gloved hands. She began sensuously massaging the base of
Dan's cock. Her slick thumbs gently prodded sensitive spots
under and around his big balls. She licked her lips, bent
over and flicked her warm tongue over the tip of Dan's satin
smooth cockhead. Then her darting tongue spiraled around the
exquisitely erotic area where the pinkish head joined the
rest of the cock.
        Despite every ounce of hateful concentration, Dan's cock
slowly began to stiffen. Martha's insistent fingers finally
brought it to its full eight inches. She laughed derisively.
"You see, little man, you are just a toy to a determined
woman. Something to play with, to amuse herself with. Like a
toy you can be thrown into a dark box when she tires of you."
Dan's humiliation was grinding down his very soul.
        Martha fastened a wide leather strap around Dan's
scrotum. She then took a stretchy rubber strap with hooks on
both ends. She hooked one end to the ball strap and then
painfully stretched the rubber strap to the end of the
operating table where she hooked it to a steel rail. Dan's
nuts were pulled out as tight as a drum head. The smiling
doctor handed Nancy a small ship with a springy handle and
several knotted leather thongs. "Beat the useless thing
soft," she commanded.
        Nancy needed no encouragement. The fire raging in her
pussy was motivation enough. The little whip sizzled through
the air and exploded around Dan's cock. The rattling, squeaky
sounds of anguish he made excited Nancy even more. Very
carefully and methodically, she lashed the man's genitals
until they were so striped they were an almost solid beet
red. On and on she went until all the crazy sounds Dan was
making ceased.
        Under Dr. Martha's rubber attire she was drenched in
perspiration. The way the silky rubber slid obscenely over
her body was driving her insane. She madly massaged the
rubber insert over her drenched cunt until she had an orgasm
that almost caused her to faint. Nancy's rubbered fingers
plunged into her own shaven pussy and the slick rubber,
bathed in her divine honey, flew over her clitoris. She soon
had her own breathless pleasure.
        The women had another drink, then came back to the
table. Dan was making blubbering sounds. "Yes, I know,
sweetie. You are begging to sign, aren't you? But I gave you
fair warning. Now suffer, fool!"
        Next the doctor placed a thin rubber tube around the
head of Dan's swollen cock. She pulled it down tight and tied
it off like a little tourniquet. The head turned a deep
purple. "Take off your right glove, Nancy. Your lovely long
nails are perfect for this. Just use the sharp tip and slowly
work on that swollen head. Don't go deep enough to draw
blood. It's not necessary. Just use enough pressure so that
it shows white streaks. B e sure and pay special attention to
the base of the head. It's the most sensitive area. It
doesn't make a blinding pain. It is the little agony that
builds and builds until the man thinks he is going crazy.
Take all the time you want. He's not going anywhere. I'll get
my 'cruel shoes' ready for our friend here."
        "What are the cruel shoes?" Nancy asked.
        "Wait and see. They're my own invention."
        Nancy pulled off her glove and wiggled her scarlet
talons in front of Dan's eyes. "Aren't they gorgeous, honey?"
        She held up his cock and slowly pressed one of her nails
into the little hole. Dan was jerking. She was smirking and
slowly began twisting. The crazy gurgling in Dan's paralyzed
throat told her that she was hitting a nerve. Thousands of
them to be exact. She then used two fingers and starting at
the tip she clawed down the head to the base. Dan's eyes had
a crazy, terrified look. Water was almost running out of his
armpits. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes passed and the agony
grew and grew. His cockhead was now so sore that even the
touch of her soft fingertip caused excruciating pain. Finally
Nancy ceased to be amused. She dropped his tortured cock and
slashed at it a few more times with the knotted whip. Tears
streamed from the croaking man's eyes.
        Dr. Martha was ready with her cruel shoes. They
consisted of a steel plate that was shaped like the sole of a
human foot, but they were arched outrageously. It was the
equivalent of a thin-soled show with at least a seven inch
heel. Thin metal bands with slots in them fitted over the
ankle and the arch. When a key was inserted in the bands,
they could be tightened like an airplane clamp. the truly
evil thing about the devices was the side of the plate that
fitted against the foot. They were lined with needle-like
points about an eighth of an inch long.
        Martha washed the soles of Dan's feet with a strong
antiseptic soap, then swabbed them well with betadine. She
fitted the straps over Dan's left foot. "The feet are very
rich with nerve endings," she explained to Nancy. "Also,
pulling a male's foot into such a distorting arch is pure
hell. One must go very slowly, not only to increase the pain,
but to allow the bones to adjust. Otherwise one runs the risk
of breaking a bone. Okay, just put the key here and tighten
it two turns. Then put it in here and tighten it two turns.
Then here. Take your time."
        Okay, but I have to pee first."
        Martha laughed and pointed her gloved finger at Dan's
head. "Piss in his mouth. No sense in wasting it."
        Nancy squatted over Dan's mouth while Martha held his
head by his ears. "Better not waste any, Dan. So far neither
of us is angry. Imagine what it would be like if we were mad
at you. Toys get badly broken when little girls get mad at
them."
        As best he could, Dan managed to gulp down the hot salty
piss. By now he realized that he was in the deepest kind of
trouble. They could probably kill him in the most inhuman way
if they wished. It was not lack of courage. He was simply
faced with a devastating force called WOMAN and, like most
men, he had no background with which to understand and deal
with that force.
        Nancy returned to the cruel shoe. She began the
tightening process. The first contact with the needle-lined
plate came at his instep. Nancy could tell by his thrashing
around in the leather straps and his wheezing and croaking
that he was suffering pitifully. But Nancy was without pity.
She just kept tightening the steel bands, pulling his foot
closer and closer to the needles and arching his foot into an
agonizing cramp. Tighter and tighter, pain and more pain.
Both women looked with wide and sparkling eyes at the
contortions on the brutalized man. Tighter and tighter until
his foot was flush with the plate from his heel to his toe.
To give Dan credit, he remained conscious until the last,
horrible turn of the key.
        "Whew!" Nancy exclaimed, "That was something else. Every
time I turned one of those screws, I felt it all the way
inside my pussy."
        "I understand, my pet," Martha replied. "Let's get him
awake. I think I will give him the chance to sign now."
        "Already?" Nancy exclaimed.
        Martha laughed. "You are a confirmed little sadist,
aren't you? Do remember that this is only the first step. I
am sure there will be many little moments that will turn your
diabolical pussy on."
        The beautiful doctor waved some ammonia salts under
Dan's nose. His bloodshot eyes slowly opened. His dry lips
uttered a whistling sound from deep in his throat.
        "Welcome back, little man. Are you awake? Do you
understand what I am saying?"
        Dan nodded in the affirmative. His foot felt like it was
being crushed in a vise.
        "Good. You now have the second chance to sign over
everything to your deserving wife. Yes, or no. Nancy is
anxious to get started on your other foot."
        Dan hesitated for a few seconds as the doctor looked
into his eyes, a little smile on her lips. He weakly nodded
his head. Nancy brought the papers. They helped the man into
a sitting position and he signed his name. "Release his foot,
Nancy."
        The little blonde nurse reluctantly did so. They wheeled
in a regular hospital bed and slid Dan off the table into the
bed. Dr. Martha applied some jelly to the oozing sole of his
foot. She sent Nancy for the hypos that would keep Dan
helpless and she called for some juice, which she allowed him
to drink. Nancy and doctor put arm and leg restraints on him,
then the doctor gave him a sedative by hypo. "When you wake
up, you will be able to talk."

CHAPTER FIVE

The next morning, Nancy, Sandra and Mia came into the vaultlike room. Nancy
gave Dan more shots and they allowed him to eat a good breakfast. Dan was
hungry and he reasoned that he had to maintain what energy he had. They
even allowed him a second cup of black coffee. Somehow he felt grateful. He
had taken another step toward the edge.

Dan heard the unmistakable sound of a woman's spiked heels clicking on the
hard floor. It has been said that even though you have never heard the
sound of a rattlesnake, you will know it if you do hear it. The same is
true of the erotic click of a woman's heel. A man stops what he is doing
and waits in breathless anticipation to see what woman is making these
exquisite sounds.

Dr. Martha and Dan's wife, Susan, strode into the discipline chamber. The
doctor was dressed in a smart, while nylon smock, short white skirt and
tall, laced white leather boots. Dan's painfully beautiful wife wore high,
burgundy boots, an obscenely short gray leather skirt, a white silk shirt
and a wine-colored leather vest. She held a long cigarette between her long
fingers, which were sheathed in fine gray leather.

Without hesitation, Susan walked up to Dan, lifted her short skirt and
exposed her naked pussy, which she had shaved perfectly clean. "Kiss my
cunt, lover. I just pissed and I want you to dry it for me."

Dan's rage exploded. He made an insane move to grab her and fell off the
chair as she easily danced away from him. "Let me suck it, you gorgeous
woman," Sandra offered. She kicked Dan several times with her sharp boot
toe.

"Really, Dan," Susan said with pretended anger, "You just couldn't get
enough of this wonderful stuff. Now you refuse it. It seems impossible to
satisfy you." All the women laughed mockingly.

Susan walked up to Dan. He looked up at her tall, glimmering boots, her
heavy full breasts and her crimson lips, which were now curled back into a
sadistic sneer. "Now your training really starts, my doggie. With the help
of these women, I am going to reach my gloved hand inside your head, rip
out your brain, squeeze it like it were wet clay and mold it into what
pleases me. If it doesn't take the shape I want, I will just not put it
back at all. I'll just crush it into jelly with these spike heels." She
jammed the heel of her boot into Dan's neck and shoved his face into the
floor.

Sandra and Mia wrestled Dan to his feet. They handcuffed him and shoved him
down a corridor behind his clicking wife and Doctor Martha. They shoved him
in a room which was like a small gymnasium. In the center of the room was a
big iron cage at least twenty by twenty feet. Inside there was a large hoop
mounted on a wooden base, several little stools and a two-by-four mounted
edgewise on two tall iron stands. It was for all intents and purposes like
the old lion tamer cages at the circus.

The two guards forced Dan onto a steel table and bound his arms and ankles.
Dr. Martha jammed a needle into his arm. It was a slow-acting adrenaline.
It would give him some added strength. She then produced a very large
hypodermic syringe. Attached to it by a flexible plastic tube was a long
needle. She would put this in Dan's vein. No matter if he thrashed about,
he would not tear his vein or break off the needle. The solution in the
syringe needed to be injected slowly. She prepared Dan's arm and eased the
needle in. She taped the needle and tube into place.

"In all modesty, my dears, I am rather proud of this drug that I'm giving
Papa Bear. It is entirely mine, derived from my own research. For years, it
has been known that the really basic, archaic and animalistic fear center
of the brain is located in the hypocampus region. Strangely, no one ever
bothered to see if the tissue in this area was in some way different than
other brain tissue. I did. It turns out that the tissue is the same, but
the chemicals in the cells are slightly different. They contain slightly
higher levels of a kind of endorphin called endorphin-2-poly. I
deliberately introduced a big, black nasty cat into cages of white rats. As
they reacted in absolute terror, I quickly removed the cat and immediately
sacrificed half the rats and examined their brains. Somehow, in a way I
don't completely understand, the endorphin-2-poly had undergone a complete
chemical change. I am not an organic chemist, and I don't completely
understand the new substance. It is a complex organic chemical. Later, when
I examined the other half of the rats when they were calm, the
endorphin-2-poly was back and there was no trace of my fear chemical. I
worked long hours to just give my rats a little fright such as a loud
noise. I pissed away a fortune on rats, but I finally found that in some
rats the process was actually taking place, and I found the chemical that
caused the fantastically rapid change. It was so simple, I'm surprised I
didn't figure it out sooner. Our patient here is now receiving this
chemical along with other compounds that cause it to be absorbed at a very
precise rate. Not too much as to produce insanity and scare him to death,
but enough to produce a real, pathological terror. It works better if the
recipient has been under traumatic stress for at least seventy-two hours,
hence our treatment with Dan here."

By now the syringe was empty. "Get him in the cage before he starts
reacting," the doctor ordered. Mia and Sandra released the man and took him
into the cage. They sat him in a corner, left the cell and locked the door.

Meanwhile, Susan had changed her clothes. Ebony riding boots clung to her
curvaceous calves. A pair of cream-colored leather riding pants that flared
out at the hips graced the lower half of her body. Above this she wore a
black, shiny silk safari shirt that clung to her naked breasts and revealed
the hard nipples underneath. Her glorious head was covered with a tan,
chamois skin safari hat with a wide leopardskin hat band. Creamy buckskin
gloves reached to her elbows. Her wide, sensuous mouth was outlined in
scarlet lipstick that gleamed like crimson patent leather. And in her hand
she carried a long-handled stock whip. A long, thin cigar smoldered in her
crimson lips.

Strange noises began emerging from the cage. Dan was starting to whimper
like a puppy that was cringing under the lash of a brutal master. He was
crawling back into a corner and he looked rapidly about with a wild and
terrified look in his eyes. There wasn't anything wrong with his voice, but
he wasn't saying anything; only whimpering.

Susan stepped regally up to the cage, unlocked the door and stepped inside.
She walked slowly toward Dan. He tried desperately to squeeze through the
narrow bars. His drugged mind saw his gorgeous wife as being at least
twelve feet tall. He was in blind terror that she might crush him like an
overripe grape under those leather-heeled boots. "Please don't, Susan!" he
screamed. "Please, please!" his voice trailed off into racking sobs.

Inside, Susan did have a moment or two of indecision. She really was fond
of the big man. She vowed that when he was broken, she would treat her dog
kindly, beating him only when he was naughty. She would make sure he had
lots of good sex, a warm and clean place to sleep and she would let him
suck and lick her feet for long periods of time. But right now, she was
determined he become her lovable and loving puppy.

Susan cracked the long, snakelike whip over Dan's head. He shrieked as
though she had actually ripped open his flesh. "Up, Dan! Up! On your feet!"
Again the evil lash cracked like a pistol shot.

Dan scrambled to his feet. He pushed farther back into the corner. She
walked closer. "Over here, doggie. On this stool. Quickly!" This time her
whip grazed his shoulder. He howled in pain. The drug exaggerated
everything.

The women outside the cage were sitting in comfortable chairs, sipping wine
and fully enjoying what they were watching. Nurse Nancy was playing with
her pussy.

Dan scuttled over to the stool and stood on it. "Squat," Susan said coldly.
Dan squatted down. His face was a mask of gut-wrenching fright. "Hold out
your paws, doggie." Dan did as he was told. Susan held her sleekly-gloved
hand in front of his face. She slowly clenched it into a glistening fist.
To Dan it looked absolutely huge. It could smash his face to jelly, he
thought as the drug programmed his brain. he piteously begged her not to
kill him.

Susan's laughter was joined by the other women. "Poor baby," Susan said
tenderly. "I'm not going to kill you. At least not if you obey me. Sniff my
glove, doggie. Smell your Mistress's scent. Smell her leather and perfume.
Then lick it. See how smooth and musky it tastes. Worship your Mistress's
gloved hand, little doggie."

Dan took Susan's hand into his huge ones. He was very gentle lest he anger
her. He cautiously sniffed the heady odor of leather, perfume and her
cigarettes. At a deeper level of his mind, the odors excited him somehow.
He would remember it forever. Dan began running his tongue over the sleek
glove. His fear subsided a little. If he was good and obedient maybe she
wouldn't beat him. Yes, he thought, if he was really good he wouldn't be so
afraid. She had already told him that if he obeyed her, she would not kill
him.

Dan licked the palm, the backs and each long finger. The more he adored her
hand, the better he seemed to feel. She was so strong and great. He
absolutely believed she could crush him to jelly with that shiny hand. But
she was being kind to him. When he obeyed her, she would be kind to him. It
was all beginning to be very simple.

Susan snatched her hand away. The abrupt gesture made Dan shriek in terror.
"Please don't crush me!" he whimpered.

"Maybe I won't, Dan. It depends on how well you obey me, how much you
please me. You want to please me, don't you, Dan?"

"Oh, yes," he said quickly. "Please Susan. Please Susan," he repeated over
and over as though he were reminding himself.

"Now, Dan. I want you to lay down and roll over for me. Do it now, right
now!" Her voice suddenly became cruel. It was all part of the training.

Dan dashed himself to the floor. He rolled over and over. Susan kicked him
with her booted toe.

"No, you bad dog! Not over and over. Just roll over once!"

Dan begged and begged her for forgiveness. His gut- clawing fear began
flooding his soul again.

"Very well, Dan. You are forgiven, but if you are not very careful and
listen closely, I will just have to give you a very painful whipping. Now,
lick the dirt off the soles of my boots. That will make me happy. That will
please me, Dan."

Susan sat down and lit a cigarette. She extended her boot. Dan lashed his
tongue across the gritty leather of her boot soles. He was trying as hard
as he could to please her. She could grind him to dust with those boots, he
feared. He liked Susan's feet. He thought about how much he would like to
lick and suck her naked toes. She had let him do that before. How he loved
it!

His cock began to stiffen. Susan noticed this and smiled to the other
women. Already the connection between her power and sexual stimulation were
being made in Dan's mind. He was progressing even faster than she had hoped
for. She would give the doctor a bonus: She would make love to the
attractive woman.

Susan had Dan perform a series of degrading acts. Once, when he got
confused and made a mistake she took up a riding crop and whipped him
viciously. The doctor told her that she needed to be very cruel and
heartless at this point. "Be careful, Susan, you're enjoying this cruelty
too much," she said to herself.

Susan finished the training session by making Dan lick the shit from her
asshole, then she made him drink her hot urine. She told him it was a
reward for being pretty good. Dan believed it. He felt badly that he had
not been perfect. He would try harder. Yes, he would.

Dan went back to the little room. The doctor injected him with a powerful
sedative. When he awakened the next morning, he was fed. He tried to
remember what had transpired in the last twenty-four hours. Images of
Susan's beautiful body, her gloves that smelled so exquisite, her gleaming
boots, swam through his mind. A rush of fear blasted his stomach as the
vision of her standing over him, the dreadful riding crop descending toward
his naked body.

Dan was restrapped to the table. Susan and the doctor came in. Susan was
stunning in a red leather blazer with black silk blouse. A caressing black
kidskin skirt encircled her waist. It was very short and emphasized her
long legs sheathed in black nylons. A pair of short black boots with
sky-high heels graced her feet.

The doctor inserted a hypodermic syringe into a bottle of pale yellow
liquid. She filled the syringe.

"Oh please, Susan. Please. Don't let her give me more drugs. Please, it's
so awful! Please, Susan!"

"You're being disobedient, Dan. I will punish you for that. Maybe I will
crush you." These words caused great waves of terror to flow through him.
He didn't quite understand why. Could she crush him, he thought? Was it
possible? Perhaps she could. He was confused again.

"Now, Dan, don't carry on so. You haven't had this drug before, but you
will get it often from now on. It will make you very sleepy and so relaxed
that you won't want to move. Susan will have a long chat with you. You will
like what she says. You will like it very much. Even though you may not
think so right now, you love Susan very much. You love her desperately. I
couldn't do these things to you if you didn't."

The doctor put a rubber tube around his arm and pulled it tight. She found
a vein in his arm and gradually injected the powerful hypnotic. In seconds,
Dan's eyes closed. His troubled face relaxed and he almost looked like a
sleeping baby. "Susan. Yes, I love Susan," he mumbled.

Susan drew a stool next to Dan. She lit a cigarette and let the smoke
trickle between her gloved fingers. She then held her hand over Dan's nose.
"Sniff it, Dan. It's Susan's gloves. It's the gloves you know and love.
They excite you, Dan. Susan's gloves can be so hot and exciting." Her
gloved hand moved to Dan's cock and stroked it gently and erotically. "Or
Susan's gloves can be mean and cruel." Her hand then encircled his balls.
She squeezed them agonizing. He screamed and tired to open his eyes, but
her other gloved hand covered them.

"Lie still, Dan. Relax and listen. Listen to Susan's voice. You will hear
only my voice. You will want to do and believe everything my voice tells
you. You will want it Dan. You will believe the things my voice tells you
are your ideas."

Susan moved the perfumed gloved hand to Dan's nose again. She droned on and
on with her low, sexy voice. The voice told him how much he wanted to
please her. How much he desired to be her abject slave. How happy it would
make him. The voice went on to tell him that his very life depended on his
obeying her. If she made him go away, he couldn't live. He would grow sick
and die for the love of her. Then she whispered obscene and perverted
things in his ear. As she did, she toyed with his big cock which was now
hard as steel. She commanded that he not come. This would happen only
later, when he was a perfect slave, she told him. Then he would do and
watch all those erotic and forbidden thing she had just told him about.
Susan then started all over again, repeating and emphasizing every detail.
Almost two hours passed, then she quietly got up and let the hypnotic
thoughts flow around Dan's cortex.

Susan hurried to the doctor's office. The doctor closed and locked the
door. She began unbuttoning Susan's silk shirt.

"Faster, darling," Susan panted. "That session with Dan made me crazy with
lust. Let me show you some of the things I


CHAPTER SIX

For the next two weeks, Dan hardly knew a day when he was not drugged with
one powerful chemical or another. The fear drug, the hypnotic drugs, the
disorientation drugs. Drugs that heightened the sensitivities of his nerve
endings a hundredfold, after which Susan would whip him and twist his balls
and nipples viciously. After a while he was so conditioned that her medium
hard whippings caused him unbearable agony. That way she could discipline
him without causing him real injury. He would never grow accustomed to
pain.

Dan's own will gradually left him. He never even knew he had a will of his
own when the women finished with him. He believed with all his soul that
this was the way life was supposed to be. And he loved Susan with every
atom of his being. Great Susan, beautiful Susan, Susan who only whipped him
because he deserved it. Susan the most gorgeous woman in the world, Goddess
Susan with her perfumed gloves.

The next two weeks the drugs were gradually withdrawn to just a maintenance
level. The doctor gave Susan a huge bottle of blue capsules.

"Give him one a day. It is a combination of many of the drugs we used. They
won't diminish his capacity in any way, but he will always be the perfect
slave you wanted and very much deserve, my dearest. Bring him back in six
months for a checkup.

"When he goes for his sanity hearing, I will testify as to his mental
condition. Give him an injection of this about two hours before the
hearing. Any judge in the world will believe he is a hopeless case.
Everyone in the courtroom will feel sorry for you. The judge will commend
you for your bravery and devotion. Now, take your doggie home and enjoy
him."

EPILOGUE

Susan took Dan into the house. Barbie had moved in weeks ago. Susan
introduced Dan to Barbie. "This is Barbie, Dan. You will obey her just as
you obey me."

Barbie extended a gloved hand. "Sniff my scent, Dan. Lick my glove. Taste
me. Remember my scent," Barbie commanded. Susan had briefed Barbie long
ago. Barbie tested Dan. "Get on your knees and lick my boots clean." Dan
threw himself to the floor. He licked, lapped and sucked eagerly. How
fortunate he was to obey Barbie. This would obviously make his Mistress
Susan happy. Oh, how he wanted to do that!

Susan and Barbie took Dan up to the guest bedroom. The had him undress and
they put a little black leather pouch over his big dick and tied it around
his waist. Then they locked a studded black leather collar around his neck.
The collar read "DOGGIE DAN"

The room was bare except for a huge wicker doggie bed that Susan had had
made in Mexico. It was to be a big practical joke, she told the Customs
officer when she brought it into the States.

"This is your very own bed, doggie. Aren't you happy?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress," Dan beamed. "My very own bed."

Susan had Dan put on a pair of soft, lace-on brown leather booties.

"Tomorrow, when I go to the office, Barbie will start showing you how to
keep house, do the laundry and cook. You will be such a useful doggie
slave. You will love it, won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress. I will love it so much. It will please you."

"Yes, doggie. It will please me," Susan confirmed. "I know that Mistress
Barbie will have to whip you some. You aren't always perfect, despite the
great trouble I have gone to, to make you so. Is that not true?"

Dan's face screwed up into a mask of contrition. "I don't know what is
wrong with me, Mistress Susan. I don't deserve to be your doggie. I am so
weak and stupid. You tried for years to make me better. Please don't send
me away. I will try very, very hard."

Susan smiled at Barbie. "No, doggie. I won't send you away just now. Maybe
I will later, we shall see. Just keep trying. Tell me, doggie, what would
happen to you if Barbie or I sent you away?"

Dan burst into tears. he groveled at the women's booted feet. "I would get
sick. I couldn't eat. I would die all because I am stupid. Oh, my Goddess I
love you so much and Mistress Barbie, too."

Susan smiled down at him. "Stand up, doggie. I won't step on you today.
Maybe tomorrow. It depends on Barbie's report. Worship her as you worship
me. She is perfect. You can never be perfect. She is so much more than you
are. She deserves to be worshipped as I do. From now on, you will address
me as Goddess Susan and Goddess Barbie. Each night you will spend two hours
praying to us. You will like that."

"Yes, Goddess Susan. I will like that very much. I will love that."

"Now, Goddess Barbie and I want to see how well you can please us with
this."

Susan curled her gloved hand around Dan's cock under the leather pouch.
"Remember that I told you that if you really please me how I will use my
 gloved hand?"

"Yes, Goddess. You said you might let me come."

"Might let you," she emphasized. "We shall see. Make it hard for me right
now!"

Barbie did not believe what she saw. The leather pouch poked out obscenely!

"I told you, darling."

The two women went to the bedroom. Susan led Dan b his cock. She paused to
enfold the gorgeous young woman in her arms. They kissed long and
passionately.

"Do you love me, Barbie?"

"God, yes, Susan. More than anything in the world!"

Susan smiled sweetly. "I wonder," she thought to herself, "what it would be
like to have two doggies sniffing at my gloves -- and at my pussy. Yes..."
She decided it would be delightful. The good doctor might have some second
thoughts, but she needed money for her research and the enormously
expensive tastes she had.

"I should think fifty thousand in gold might overcome her squeamishness.
Barbie is weak like Dan. I'll bet it would not take nearly so long."