Headmistress' Favorite Sport Part 7

When Debbie is not sealed up in her own little cupboard, and trust me, it is tiny, she must follow Shawna around, always staying a few paces behind her. When Debbie's corset and hood is changed and she is washed, it takes places in a room full of flashing lights and loud noises so that she can never really see or hear anything." Cindy whimpered with fear, her eyes imploring Bryce no to do thins to her. Bryce saw the look and smiled even wider: "But of course I'm going to do this to you. You are just a worthless slave sissy. You should be pleased that someone takes and interest in you." Cindy began to cry. In the meantime Shawna had finished sticking needles into Debbie. She picked up the control box the wires were connected to and threw a switch. Debbie's whole body tried to shake and thrash, but the straps held her down and after a short while a quite amazing amount of semen spurted out of her cock. It did not look like it was an enjoyable experience. Cindy was absolutely paralyzed with fear. This was too harsh. It couldn't happen to her.

But it did. A few months later Cindy had assumed her position as Bryce's personal slave. In all respects she was like Debbie: no arms, practically no waist, all her senses cut off and her mind filled with only one thought: please Master Bryce. Her mind, what little there was left after the brutal training and massive surgery, was broken when she had her first "orgasm". Having the needles inserted was painful enough, but when the current came on her whole being was filled with pain as the semen pumped out of her, without providing the slightest amount of pleasure or even a proper release. Her contact with the outside was limited to having sex and even here it was just her tongue making contact with a dick or a pussy or her ass being filled by something. Sometimes she felt other bodies against her own and she loved this, since it was her only real contact with the outside world. Cindy lived the rest of her life like this, and it was a long time. Neither Shawna nor Bryce was the type to discard slaves at a whim and both liked the pair of armless slaves. For Debbie and Cindy this meant a lifetime of sensory deprivation and an existence with only one purpose please their mistress and master.