[MasterBilly]

I naturally tried to cover myself up, one hand over my pussy and an arm across my boobs, I also raised one knee for some reason and curled it around the front of the other leg. Meanwhile emotionally I broke down completely, crying hysterically.

Theresa kept hold of my hair, she was clearly a very strong woman, whilst grinning and chuckling at me. Amanda and Sharon just laughed, loud and long.

It went on for a few minutes as the laughing died down I started to hear derogatory comments aimed at me; Ass To Mouth slut, anal whore that sort of thing and worse. I tried to compose myself as I realised that I had to deal with this one way or another. I knew that I looked a mess, eyes bright red, face soaked from constant crying and a few strands of hair stuck across my face. I also looked ridiculous, stark naked with what seemed like the world’s largest butt plug stuck in my mouth.

I looked at Amanda, imploring her to let me go.

“Stand with your legs apart and hands on your head,” she told me.

“Ohghhh pees,” I tried to beg for mercy through the plug, but nothing came out.

“Amanda fetch the whip and whip her legs until she complies,” Theresa told Amanda.

I tried to protect my legs from the whip but it was pointless, I screamed out in agony as it landed on the back of my thigh. Amanda paused for about 10 seconds before launching the whip again, this time it landed on the inside of my thigh, that was excruciating and as Amanda paused again I heard Theresa speak up.

“This is going to continue until you stand up straight, legs apart and hands on your head.”

I slowly moved into the required position, my entire body was very sore and stiff. Theresa had taken the whip from Amanda and given me a short, sharp stroke across the thighs, nowhere near as hard as Amanda, but she made her point.

“Wider than that.”

I spread my legs uncomfortably wide, I saw Amanda and Sharon licking their lips as they surveyed me ‘Oh fuck!’ I thought to myself.

“You are to remain exactly in this position while Miss Amanda and Miss Sharon inspect you, it may consist of an internal inspection, that’s their decision. But if you resist, move one muscle or even think of moving those feet together, then I will let Miss Amanda and Miss Sharon have 50 strokes each on your arse, understand?” Theresa asked me.

“Oysh,” I tried to reply yes through the plug but I nodded my head vigorously to indicate my compliance, with that Amanda reached behind me and pulled on the butt plug, slowly it slipped out of me, she turned around and placed it on the table, near the corner.

Amanda and Sharon commenced their inspection, it lasted several minutes but in fairness the only parts of my body that were inspected were my titties, my fanny and my bum. Yes it did include an internal inspection, at one point Sharon had two fingers up my anus whilst Amanda had a forefinger wriggling about in my vagina, I didn’t have a clue what she was searching for. Theresa had by this time picked up the camera that was on the small desk and was now recording Amanda and Sharon’s inspection of me. Zooming in to the more intimate areas, zooming out to again to record my face, making it as humiliating as possible for me. I personally felt degraded to the very core, that two lesbians that I hated, I hated all lesbians but especially Amanda and Sharon, were allowed to finger me, analy and vaginaly, whilst I just had to stand and take it. It made me feel physicaly sick.I was required to suck their fingers clean before Theresa announced that we moved on to the next part of the inspection, removal of body hair, that included pubic and underarm hair.

“Miss Barrett please, I’ve done everything that you’ve asked,please don’t let them do that to me,” I begged.

“It’s entirely your choice, either bend over the table and accept your whipping or don’t move a muscle, of course there is a third option,” Theresa moved her face within a few inches of mine. “And we both know what that third option is don’t we,” staring at me with a dangerous steely smile.

“Yes Miss Barrett,” I replied with my eyes welling up.

Legs apart I looked down as Sharon went to work with a small pair of trimming scissors, she took her time, carefully and slowly trimming away. I did not have a big bush, slightly more than normal, but it was clear that Sharon was enjoying her work. Upon completion she handed the job across to Amanda, who approached me with a razor and some shaving cream. I swallowed hard as I saw the expression on her face, the glee of a predator that had caught a prey in its trap. She squeezed some cream onto the palm of her hand, then smeared it slowly and lovingly under my right armpit. You sometimes forget how sensitive the armpits are, well it came back to remind me as I gasped out loudly. The slow scraping of the razor was no better. As Amanda moved to my left armpit she stopped to give me a kiss on the lips, I was confused, surely she did not find me sexually attractive did she?

The left armpit shave was still as sensuous, but it had all been just a game to her, to mentally prepare me for having my pubic area shaved. Amanda pulled the chair across, sat down and went to work, very slowly. First with the cream, moving in slow circles working it into every folical. Then with the razor. Even pulling my lips out so that she had tight skin to shave. When she finished she gave my nipple a quick flick.

“My these nipples are bigger than they were, someones obviously enjoying this,” Amanda stated much to Theresa and Sharon’s amusement. My nipples had got firmer and more erect, but in no way had I enjoyed any part of it.

Sharon produced a wet cloth, a wet cloth? They clearly came totally prepared for this. First she wiped my armpits, followed by my fanny area, completely clean of any shaving cream.

I was then approached by Theresa with a small bottle of spray, she sprayed my fanny with some light oily substance which sent tingles across my lips. She rubbed the oil in with her fingers giving my pussy a glossy look.

“Oh lovely and smooth, you girls have done a wonderful job,” Amanda told them.

“Thank you Miss Barrett,” replied Amanda and Sharon in unison, both curtsying as they said it.

“The problem is ladies there is still one area that has hair on it, far too much hair and it has to be removed,” Theresa said before turning to me. “Your anus Mary, we still need to remove the hair from around your slack little bum hole. So, if you would be kind enough, turn around, spread those legs nice and wide, bend over and reach back and pull those cheeks apart,” Theresa said it smiling into my face, never breaking eye contact.

I absorbed what she said and was overtaken by a ‘what-the-hell’ moment. After all over the past hour or so all three of them had seen my anus in close detail, how much worse could this be.

As I adopted the required position, reaching back to pull my cheeks as wide apart as I could I saw Sharon approach me gleefully with the shaving cream and razor. I do not think that I have known anyone spend so long applying cream to such a small area. Her fingers continually tracing over the very nub of my anus.

“Oops, sorry Mary,” Sharon said in a blatant mock apology as one of her fingers slipped right into my hole.

If she did that once then she must have done it about 8 times, always followed by that sarcastic mock apology.

Her shaving was a little quicker and then I felt the wet cloth wiping me down, even though Sharon did try for a moment to force the corner of the cloth up my bum!

Theresa followed next with her tingly, oily spray and a quick feel just to make sure that I was as smooth as possible, I say a quick feel, she quickly felt me for a long time! Finally I was told to stand up straight facing them. Not knowing what posture to adopt I kept my legs nice and wide apart. Theresa took a couple of ‘full frontals’ with her phone, instructing me to smile for the photos, before ordering me to thank Amanda and Sharon for shaving my regions.

“Thank you Amanda and Sharon for shaving my armpits, fanny and bum,” I said looking at them with a feeling of disgust in my stomach.

“No Mary, you address them as Miss Amanda and Miss Sharon from now on, is that understood,” Theresa told me.

“Yes Miss Barrett.”

“And one further thing, you refer to it as your cunt from now on, not your fanny!”

“Yes Miss Barrett,” Theresa stared at me silently, waiting for me to correct myself.

I hated the ‘C Word’, I always have. But referring to my own private parts by that word was, of course, far worse.

“Thank you Miss Amanda and Miss Sharon for shaving my armpits, my c..c..cunt and my bum,” I said, feeling smaller and smaller with every passing second.

“Don’t forget to curtsy to them Mary,” Theresa told me, this time with aggression in her voice.

“Yes Miss Barrett,” I replied to her, curtsying in the process.

“Thank you Miss Amanda and Miss Sharon for shaving my armpits, my c..cunt and my bum,” this time curtsying Amanda and Sharon as I said it, still struggling to say the word ‘cunt’ out loud.

Theresa addressed me by taking hold of my nipples, squeezing enough to cause slight pain.

“That concludes your spanking Mary, though you did agree to be my personal sex slave for the next 16 hours, which starts now, if you remember,” Theresa was smiling again.

I did remember, how could I forget, but I was sure that she had said after work.

“I ... er ... thought it started after work, I ... still have my job to do ... well ... till 5 o’clock,” I stammered.

“It’s 10 past 4 now, if I can cover for you all day then I can cover for you for another 50 minutes. Now take that plug on the corner of the table and shove it up your bum, if I have to do it myself I will use a bigger one,” Theresa told me giving my nipples one final hard tweak.

10 past 4, I had been in that bloody room for 6 hours, I looked at the plug, it was going to be difficult forcing it up me, I squatted down to do it, pushing my knees out wide, giving everybody a superb view of my spread pussy. I had not got anywhere near the wide part and it was hurting, it is one thing to have pain inflicted on you, it is much harder to inflict it on yourself. I leaned forwards and it went in a bit further, but it was hurting.

“Suggest you lie on your back and bring your knees up to your chest,” ventured Sharon.

I took her advice, consciously displaying my bits in their direction, thinking that it would not do any harm, plus they had all viewed those areas from close up already today, so they were hardly private to them.

I got it further up me, almost to the widest part, but it just would not go up any further, the pain was simply too great.

“Remember, if you don’t succeed then I get to use an even bigger one,” Theresa reminded me, holding up the ‘granddaddy’ of all butt plugs for me to see.

Hell if she used that on me then I would never be right for the rest of my life! It had the right effect, seconds later I had gritted my teeth and pushed it through the pain barrier, gasping I felt it slip into place, standing up Theresa addressed me again.

“I’m going to leave you now in Amanda and Sharon’s more than capable hands, as I still have an hour or so’s work to do; but I will see you soon, all of you! First things first, you will go with Amanda and Sharon for a photo shoot, I have given them very specific instruction on each pose, so obey them to the letter. Then you will go off and have some fun with them, or more likely they will have fun with you! I’m giving them the whip to take and they have full authority to use it on you as they see fit. So I suggest that you do as you are told and do not upset them in any way. Your period as a sexslave will finish when you get into work tomorrow at 8 am, there will be no extensions whatever, I promise. Other than that me and you still have to report to Mr Mansfield and you will persuade him, in front of me, to make me your boss, fail and you will fail me, I hope that you understand,” Theresa said glaring at me for effect.

“Yes Miss Barrett,” I replied knowing exactly what she meant.

“And finally you still have to pay back Mr Mansfield the £70,000 that you have stolen from him. I know that you have a current account and a savings account as well as a building society account and there is a bond in your name as well, so we can go through those later and work out a way of paying him back discreetly so as not to draw attention to it.”

How on earth did she know all that, she knew exactly where all my money was stored, that was meant to be private information.

“Yes Miss Barrett, but .. er .. I have spent some of the money already,” I told her honestly, at this point it was becoming obvious that I could keep no secrets from her, much better to come clean about it as soon as possible.

“Okay, we will deal with that later,” replied Theresa as she brought a bag across and pulled out some red 5 inch stilettos and passed them to me.

Put these on,” she instructed before pulling out a white, small, sleeveless t-shirt; it wasn’t sheer but was made of very thin fabric. As I pulled it on it was so tight that it clung to every contour of my upper body including my nipples, you could also just make out the areolas through the cloth. Finally she gave me a pink PVC micro skirt with four stainless steel push studs down the side to hold it together. I tried putting it on, the bottom stud did not work causing the lower part of the skirt to flap around. With no knickers on it was virtually obscene.

“I can’t wear this outside Miss Barrett,” I pleaded.

“You will wear it outside, any more complaints and I will damage the second stud as well.”
I kept my mouth shut.

She then picked up her bottle of oily spray and squirted a shot onto each of my boobs. I looked down in horror, the cloth around each boob was now completely transparent.

“You will get your work clothes back in time for work tomorrow. Less the panties of course, from now on you don’t wear panties until your next period, as your last period finished five days ago we still have a while to go. Now get the fuck out of here and do exactly as Amanda and Sharon tell you.”

“Yes Miss Barrett,” I said curtsying, my mind spinning as I headed for the door. How the fuck did she know when my periods were. Her depth of knowledge of my private life was insane. I followed Amanda and Sharon down the stairs to the side entrance, keeping up the best that I could in stilettos. Mercifully that route avoided the main office and no one saw me as we headed for Sharon’s car parked nearby. I was told to get in to the back and sit in the middle as Amanda and Sharon sat in the front seats and adjusted the seat belts.

The centre belt in the back was just a lap belt and I was ordered to remove my micro skirt and hand it to Amanda.

“Now put your hands on your head, sit right back and push your knees apart as wide as you can,” Amanda told me.

I complied putting myself in a ludicrous position, like something from a pornographic photo shoot.

“Now stay like that till we reach our destination, if anyone looks in that is lucky for them and tough for you,” Amanda said as Sharon started the engine and slowly pulled out.

We went through the edge of town, through heavy traffic, approaching rush hour and there were lots and lots of occasions when other motorists or pedestrians looked in the back of the car and saw me, I ignored them and just looked deadpan ahead.

Moving out of town and up through some open countryside Sharon pulled over onto the side of the road and Amanda handed me the pink micro skirt, I was told to put it on and follow them.

We walked about ½ a mile across fields before Amanda decided that this was the ideal site for the photo shoot. Sharon was put in charge of taking the photos whilst Amanda video recorded the whole shoot. I did not expect to be clothed for long and the first few shots were of me doing a striptease. After this the poses that I had to do became more and more obscene, they took about 25 photos I am guessing and for the last few I had to do things like pull my lips wide apart, stick fingers up my pussy and even my bum. Every photo showed my whole body including my face. I knew that I was giving Theresa, Amanda and Sharon even more ammunition to use against me, but I really could see no other way, I was fucked and becoming ever more fucked. One thing was obvious, that if I did return to my previous job then my power and authority over Amanda & Sharon would be non-existent.

“Okay, that’s the final photo done, Miss Barrett should be happy with these, let’s get back to the car,” Sharon declared after taking a photo of me, legs wide apart, bent double, the fingers of one hand pushing my pussy lips as far apart as they could, the forefinger of my other hand knuckle deep up my bum and me grinning like an idiot.

I went to get my clothes; well t-shirt, micro skirt and stilettos. Amanda got there first and seized the t shirt and micro skirt.

“Just wear stilettos back to the car Slut,” Amanda told me.

Initially I panicked, then looking around I could see no one for miles and I reasoned that as so many people saw my spread pussy on the car ride here then what difference did it make, hey ho! This was just another naked parade for Amanda and Sharon’s entertainment. How they were enjoying their payback for the way that I had treated them over the last few months.

Wearing stilettos I could not keep up with Amanda and Sharon as they headed back at some speed. They got to the car a few minutes ahead of me and for a brief moment I thought that they may drive off and leave me, actually I was not that bothered if they did! They didn’t of course, but Amanda did get her phone out and recorded me stumbling stark naked, denude of even pubic hair, along a footpath in stilettos. I made no attempt to cover myself up, I even smiled for the camera, before getting in the car. Surprisingly they allowed me to wear the skirt and t-shirt for the next part of the journey, though in fairness the oily stains were still on the t shirt around the boob area, so my tits were effectively still on display.