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Tortured Slave
                                              


My name is Gloria and I am a twenty two years old. Many people say I 
am a very attractive woman, especially my long red hair. I grew up 
like anyone else. The normal dates and dances in high school. On the 
outside at least I appeared like everyone else. On the inside there 
were desires that sometimes frightened me. I would be on a date and 
the guy would be nice and respectful of me. What I wanted on the 
inside was for the man to take control of me and make me do his 
bidding. When I got older I always seemed to find the nice guys. My 
friends were the ones that always ended up with the controlling guys. 
My friends would ask me how I managed to get the good ones. I never 
told them that I secretly wanted the controlling ones they have. 

As I got older the desire to be dominated got worse. I did manage to 
find a couple of men that would tie me up and whip me till the tears 
flowed. Even though I enjoyed these times, I wanted more. I would scan 
the personal ads when I was alone at night, looking for that special 
person to take me over the edge. The ads that interested me were 
usually a married man looking for a mistress on the side. What I 
wanted was some one looking for a primary relationship. 

Tonight I sat at the ghostly light of the lamp next to the bed 
scanning the personal ads. Instead of starting at the beginning I 
looked in the middle. As I read this ad my excitement grew. This man 
seemed to be exactly what I was looking for. He was single, wealthy, 
and looking for a female slave. At the bottom in bold letters were the 
words "EXTREME TORTURE". Without thinking I picked up the phone and 
called the nine hundred number at the top of the page. I hoped this 
five dollars, for the ad, would be well spent. I pressed the number at 
the bottom of the ad and a male voice came on the phone. The voice was 
very masculine and confident. 

The recording went on to say; "I am Jeff Manson, thirty four years of 
age. Single by choice but looking for the perfect woman for me. I 
expect the perfect woman to be very ladylike and conduct herself as 
one all the time. Any deviation would be punished severely. If you 
want someone to take control of your life and take all your worries 
away, answer this ad. If accepted the only worry in life would be to 
please me." 

I pressed the number on the phone to reply to the ad. After the beep 
of the phone a female voice came on and told me the recording has 
began. I spoke nervously, giving my name and telephone number. I 
explained a few things about me and spoke of my desire to be 
controlled. I hung up the phone and wondered if I would hear from him. 
I figured it would be the next day before anything happen so I turned 
out the light and went to sleep, with my fantasies. 

The ringing phone brought be abruptly awake. I looked at the clock and 
it was three AM. I wondered who would be calling me this time of 
night. I picked up the phone and the male voice on the other end asked 
if this was Gloria. I sleepily said yes to the voice. The man said he 
was Jeff and was pleased that I was interested in the ad. I thought 
how rude of this man to call me in the middle of the night like this. 
I started to say something about it to him when I realized why he 
called in the middle of the night. The confident stranger wanted to see 
if I would complain. Jeff told me that if I was truly interested in 
his offered that he would be over in five minutes. I wondered how he 
could get here so fast unless he is already here. I thought he could 
be some kind of weirdo and might want to do some harm to me. He said 
that if I was not interested he would hang up and we could forget 
about it. I know this might be my only chance at living my fantasies 
so I told him to come up. 

Before I could get out of bed completely there was a knock on the 
door. I opened the door with my shaking hands. I could not believe I 
was letting a total stranger in the house in the middle of the night. 
As the door swung opened I realized I had not even put on a house 
coat. The nightgown was very sheer and knew he could see my most of my 
naked body underneath. Jeff walked to the couch and sat down. I closed 
the door and walked toward him. He was a handsome man with dark medium 
length curly hair. I knew this was a man I could go for. Jeff asked if 
I knew what would be required of me if I was chosen. I told him I 
thought so. Jeff saw the doubt in my eyes and told that I would be 
required to do what ever I was told to do. There would be a lot of 
pain involved even if I obeyed at all times. If there was something he 
did not like about me he would change it. 

He spent the next hour giving me the details of my life with him. 
There would be no decisions of my on with him, my life and body would 
belong to him. Jeff told me to strip so he could see my body. Being a 
little shy I hesitated. I must have hesitated too long because Jeff 
stood and said, "I am leaving, you do not want this after all." 
 
Nervously I dropped my nightgown to the floor. He walked around me 
several times and poke me in different places on my body with his 
finger. He told me I had a very nice body but there would be a few 
things that needed changing and those thing would start the instant I 
arrived at his house. He told me that I should do OK. He walked to the 
door and turned before walking out. Put on what is in the bag and be 
at my house at four this afternoon. The address is in the bag and 
remember put on only what is in the bag. Also you should make the 
arrangements to never come back here or to your old life again. Break 
all ties with anyone you know. He walked out and closed the door. 

I could not believe I had done this. I wondered if I would really go 
through with this. I opened the bag and the only clothes in the bag 
were a pair of high heels, a corset, and a coat. Under the coat was a 
piece of paper. I picked up the paper and began to read. The first 
thing it said was to put on the shoes and corset before reading any 
farther. I took out the red leather corset and admired the quality of 
the garment. The leather was not the cheap stuff I was used to but 
very expensive. I had never worn a corset before and took almost and 
hour of fighting with it to get it even remotely on right. It was hard 
breathing and knew it would be very uncomfortable for long periods of 
times. I notice the corset was to little for me since there was a five 
inch gap in the back. I leaned down and took the shoes out of the bag. 
I shook my head as I looked at the five inch heel on the shoe. I 
wondered how anyone would ever be able to walk in those things. I sat 
down on the couch, with the corset holding my back very straight and 
slipped the shoes on. I stood up and tried to take a step in them. If 
it had not been of the table in front of me I would have hit the 
floor. Five inches may not be much but with a size five foot that 
makes me almost standing on my toes. 

I picked up the note and began to read. Jeff explained that this would 
be my manner of dress for the rest of my life. Now I was to walk 
constantly in the shoes till I could walk without falling or wobbling. 
If I could not do this then I would be punished when arriving. Also 
the more I walk in the shoes a device will come out of the heel to 
cause me pain. He also suggested I practice walking up and down stairs 
to get used to the shoes on uneven ground. The note said after all 
this if I still wanted to meet him then I would be accepted without 
question. He also said that while I was practicing the walking I 
should gather all my clothes and destroy them, since they would not be 
needed anymore. 

I laid the note down and thought about the situation for a moment. I 
looked out the window and the sun was starting to come up. I could not 
believe this much time had passed. For the first time I realized my 
pussy juices were flowing full stream. I knew that I would have to go 
through with this. I stood carefully in the shoes this time. I took a 
couple of steps, held my arms straight out to my side for balance. I 
managed to walk five steps before falling. I stood and tried walking 
again. The next hour I fell four more times but now was starting to 
get the feel of walking in the shoes. As long as I kept my steps small 
there was not much of a problem. Walking on my toes was starting to 
make my legs and ankles hurt but I continued the walking. As I walked 
I noticed a slight pressure in the heal of the shoe. I sat down and 
took off the right shoe. There was a sharp pointed spike coming out of 
the bottom. I wondered how much more the spike would come out. I put 
the shoe back on and figured I better get used to the pain. I decided 
to practice my walking by packing my clothes in boxes. It took about 
an hour and a half to get everything packed in boxes. The pain in my 
feet and legs was starting to turn me on even more. I came close to 
orgasms several times. I was tempted to lay down on the bed and bring 
myself off but decide to wait and maybe Jeff would do it for me. I 
decided to take my clothes down to the garbage pickup. I got the coat 
out of the bag and put it on. The coat did not cover very much. It was 
like a very short mini-dress and just covered my ass. I picked up the 
box and headed for the stairs. I was walking pretty well in the shoes 
now and did not even have much trouble with the stairs. My biggest 
worry was that I would meet anyone I knew while dressed this way. The 
stairs must have sped up the spike coming out of the heel, by the time 
I had the last box down the stairs my feet were hurting terribly. 

Back in my apartment I took off the shoes and there was blood covering 
the bottom of my feet. The point was out only half and inch, it had 
felt more like two inches. At the sight of my blood I started to take 
this outfit off and go back down to retrieve my clothes. My mind 
returned to my wet pussy and realized I had never been this turned on 
in my life. I was being controlled by a man and experiencing pain as I 
had often fantasized about. I put the shoes back on and tears came to 
my eyes as I stood on the spikes driving them back into my heels. I 
walked around the room till noon, by this time the spikes were digging 
into the bone of my heels. The pain was horrible and my legs ached 
from the shoes themselves. I sat back down on the couch but did not 
take the shoes off. I did not want to see the blood that filled my 
shoes. I could feel the slippery blood between my toes as I walked. 

Sitting on he couch my biggest thoughts were of how pleased I was to 
be walking so well in the shoes and enduring the pain of the spike. I 
have always had a high threshold of pain and it was paying off now. 

I relaxed for the first time since Jeff's arrival and drifted off to 
sleep. I woke up and looked at the clock. I jumped up, it was three 
PM. I was going to be late. It would take at least an hour to get to 
Jeff's house. At least I had taken care of everything and only needed 
to get to my car and go. I jumped to my feet and screamed. The spike 
drove into my heel again with searing pain that went all the way up my 
legs. I choked back  the tears and grabbed the coat. Outside I had to 
walk about a block to my car. The temperature was in the twenty's and 
the coat did not offer much protection. By the time I reached my car I 
was freezing and my feet hurt worse than ever. I guess because I had 
walked so fast to the car. I got in the car, still shivering from the 
cold, and started the drive to my destiny. 

                                

                                   Chapter 2 
                               The transformation 

The door opened before I could knock. Jeff, as handsome as I 
remembered, looked at me with a smile on his face. I am sure he had 
doubts that I would show. Jeff led me into the living room and had me 
sit on the couch. He told me that he did not want me to get into 
anything that I did not want to. He said the first requirement was to 
be made into his perfect woman. Since I was beautiful to him there 
would not be much work needed on my face but the body needed a little 
work. He told me that I had a tendency to slouch and he would have to 
do something about that. Even though the corset help it did not fix 
the problem. He told me my waist was to large, even though it was only 
twenty four inches. He told me the high heels would have to be 
permanently attached. This was to remind me that I now belong to him 
and that it would remove the temptation to ever walk without them. He 
told me all of this was going to be extremely painful and very little 
tranquilizer would be used. He asked me if I was ready to begin. I 
nodded agreement. I knew there was no backing out, this man was doing 
more than I ever imagined. I stood and took off the coat. He came over 
to me and took the corset off. Jeff told me I would not need the 
corset for a while and that he wanted me to be comfortable since I 
would be in bed till the corrections had healed. 

Jeff led me into this room with an odd looking bed in the middle. The 
bed was shaped in the form of a body. At the edge of the bed was a 
strange device on the floor. I walked to the bed and Jeff told me to 
take off my shoes and clean the blood from my feet. I did as I was 
told. The spike in my shoes were out about an inch now. He had me step 
into the device on the floor. It was about like standing in the shoes 
except they were a little taller than the shoes. If the device had not 
been so big I might have fallen over. He turned some latches and felt 
the device close tight around my feet and ankles. Jeff helped me onto 
the table and laid me on my stomach. The curves on the table followed 
the form of my body exactly. The only difference is that it enhanced 
these curves to the point it almost hurt. Jeff place a ball gag in my 
mouth and strapped me on to the table. I could not move a muscle, I 
was firmly attached to the table. 

Jeff made a few adjustments on the device on my feet and told me this 
was the last chance to back out. He told me that I could get up and 
leave right now and I could go back to my normal life. He told me the 
device on my feet were to drive an anchor into my heels that my new 
shoes would be attached to. The pain was going to be horrible and it 
could never be undone. There would be a slight pain killer but not 
enough to kill the pain. He said all I had to do was wiggle any finger 
and I was free. I thought about it but could not bring myself to 
wiggle even one finger. I felt a needle stick the bottom of my foot in 
the hole the spike in the shoes had caused. Jeff told me the spike had 
been to test my pain level and to mark the spot of the insertion. He 
explained this device also would shape my feet to make the high heels 
more comfortable. 

Jeff told me it was time to begin and to get ready for the worst pain 
of my life. he flipped a switch and felt the device on my feet start 
moving around. It seemed to push in places and pull in others. It was 
uncomfortable but not painful. All of a sudden pain exploded in my 
foot as I could feel a couple of bones break. I screamed through the 
gag but very little sound came out. Then I heard something like a 
gunshot and screamed as I felt the bottom of my right foot explode and 
then the ankle. Before I could scream I heard a second shot and the 
same pain racked my left foot. I continued to scream and sob as the 
pain raced up my legs. Jeff stroked my hair and told me the worst was 
over. My soothing torturer said the pain would subside shortly but 
there would be an ache for several days. After about fifteen minutes 
the pain did subside as promised. I was still crying a little as Jeff 
took a large hypodermic and filled it with a milky solution. He stuck 
the needle in different places along my spine. He did this several 
times and also along my shoulder blades. Jeff told me I would have to 
remain here for the next couple of days and then he would take me to 
my room. 

Over the next two days my torturer and master took good care of me. He 
bathed me and fed me. I was pleased at the care he was giving me. 
These two days have given me the things I had only dreamed of. He 
controlled me and loved me at the same time. He would spend hours just 
stroking my hair with loving care. Finally he removed the straps and 
picked me up. He carried me up the stairs and put me in this room only 
Cinderella could have had. There was more lace and velvet in this room 
than I had seen in a lifetime. This room was fit for a queen. I told 
Jeff the room was beautiful and fit for a queen. He told me it was for 
a queen, his. 

Jeff left the room and I tried to snuggle in the huge soft bed but I 
was very stiff and the devices still on my feet made it hard to move 
them around. Over the next couple of weeks I realized the stiffness 
was not going to go away. The shots he had given me limited the 
movement my back and shoulders. I ask Jeff about this and he told me 
the shots harden certain joints to give me a better posture. He smiled 
and told me there would be no more posture problems. 

My first month here was over and Jeff told me it was time to get out 
of bed and be the lady of the house. Jeff pulled the covers from my 
nude body and looked at me. He said that I looked great now except 
there still needed to be some work done on the waist. Jeff moved down 
to my feet and examined them closely. He flip a few latches and pulled 
the left one away. He then did the same to the right one. I looked 
down at my feet and they were almost pointed straight down. I tried to 
pull them to a normal position but they remained  frozen. He examine 
the bottom of my feet and said everything has heal perfectly. He 
pulled my feet around where I could see the bottom. Sticking out of 
the heel was a stainless steel bolt. Jeff told me he would show me how 
this worked. Both feet had a bolt sticking out of the heel. Jeff told 
me the bolt was part of a pin that was driven through my ankle to keep 
my feet pointed down. My master brought out a box and opened the lid. 
Inside was a pair of black pumps with the heel separate. He showed me 
the shoe and the  hole in through the heel, the same size as the bolt 
sticking out of my heel. He explain the shoe goes on and the bolt goes 
through the hole. Then the heel of the shoe screws onto the bolt. He 
explained this will not make taking the shoes off a simple matter. He 
smiled and said there would not be none of the dangling the shoe from 
the toe to rest the foot. 

He took one of the shoes and placed it on my left foot. The bolt 
slipped perfectly through the hole. My controlling then screwed the 
heel onto the bolt. As the heel tighten I could feel a slight throb in 
my ankle. He pulled on the show to show me there was no way for it to 
ever come off. He put a shoe on my other foot. He told me to sit up 
and stand on them to see how they fit. Having to pushed myself up off 
the bed since my back no longer move forward very well, I slowly 
stood. Gradually I put my weight on  my feet there was a slight pain 
but not much more than a normal sore foot. I was almost standing on my 
toes even though the heels were only six inches. I took a step, 
remembering all my practice before coming here, and took a perfect 
step. I slowly walked across the room and found walking almost normal. 
I think I walked better than before because the heel kept the shoe 
from slipping. The shoes were always held tight to the bottom of my 
feet. There was a slight awkwardness to walking because my back seemed 
so stiff. I thought it was from laying so long but then I remembered 
the shots. 

I walked over to the mirror and looked at my naked body. My torso was 
in a firm correct posture. I could not bend my shoulders or back 
forward. The pronounced posture also made my medium sized breast stick 
out and appeared at least a cup bigger. Jeff came over to me with a 
white satin corset in hand. He slips the corset around me and pulls 
the laces tight. I suck in my breath as Jeff pulls the corset even 
tighter. I look in the mirror and can not believe the improvement to 
my figure. Jeff now hands me a long white lace dress. I slip the dress 
over my shoulders and Jeff zips up the back. The dress hugs ever inch 
of my body showing off my new curves. Jeff tells me there will be 
attendants to help me dressing in the future. 

Jeff tells me it is now time to have my hair and makeup done.  He 
leads me to another room and it is pretty much like a small beauty 
parlor. I sit down in the chair and a woman enters the room and I 
notice she has on the same kind of shoes that I do and her waist is 
even slimmer than mine. Jeff leaves the room and says he will return 
when I have been made appropriate to take out. A perm is placed in my 
hair and then curly extensions are attached. The woman tells me Jeff 
loves long curly hair. She said the extensions would be removed when 
my hair grew to the appropriate length. When my hair is finished, I 
have to say looks wonderful. My hair falls well past my shoulder in 
long red spirals. 

The woman tells me it is time to do the makeup. She pulls a cart over 
to the chair and I scan the contents. There is no makeup on the table, 
only a tattoo gun and several bottles of ink. The woman tells me the 
makeup will be tattooed on so that I will always be presentable. The 
woman places ink on the gun and a hum fills the room. She first puts 
on my permanent eyeliner. There is a lot of pain to this but nothing 
like I have experience since coming to this house. When the liner is 
done then a light pink eye shadow is then put on. My lips are then 
done in a bright pink red. The last thing was the blush that really 
highlighted my cheek bones. When the woman was through I looked in the 
mirror and could not believe this beautiful woman was me. The thought 
of never having to put on makeup again was quite appealing. Jeff 
returned to the room, not commenting on my looks, told me it was time 
to tour the shop. 


                             Chapter 3 
                              The Shop 

We rode a short distance into town and pulled in front of a boutique. 
I worked my way out of the car and with short steps hurrying along 
behind Jeff. The inside of the shop was a beautiful place. There were 
sexy clothes filling the racks along the walls. There were glass 
counters full of different sex aids. The most impressive thing were 
the mannequins. They were all dressed in different clothes and bondage 
devices. I had never seen mannequins that looked so life like. Jeff 
noticed me looking at the mannequins and smiles. He tells me the 
reason they look so lifelike is because they are. He told me this is 
one of the punishments that I may someday receive. He explains they 
are inject with a similar substance that was placed in my back to form 
the correct posture. The only difference it this one will wear off in 
two weeks. The thought of being frozen in a pose for two weeks was 
frightening. I will make it a point to never do anything to receive 
this punishment. 

Jeff leads me to what he calls his favorite display. He says he likes 
this one so well he had thought about making it permanent. On the 
floor a woman lays naked with her knees pulled up and spread apart. 
Over this woman is another on her knees and her face an inch away from 
the one on the floor. These two women are in a classic sixty-nine 
position. Jeff tells me to lick the pussy of the top woman until she 
gets hot. I had never did anything with a woman before and hesitated 
slightly. Jeff looks at me and tells me what a pretty display I would 
make. The thought of being turned to stone prompted me to kneel at the 
woman's pussy. I began to lick her pussy  found I liked the taste of 
her juices in my mouth. I lick her clit and slide my tongue as far 
into her pussy as I can. It does not take long before I hear the girls 
start to moan. Jeff tells me to stop and to come back to his side. I 
reluctantly stop and do as he says. I turn to look at the two women 
and notice the one on top is now licking the one on the bottom. Soon 
the bottom one is hot and she starts licking the one on top of her. 
Jeff smiles and tells me that once you get them started they will lick 
each others pussy for hours. 

Jeff leads me to a back room of the shop. he tells me it is time to 
find out what it is like to be on display. I start to protest that I 
have not done anything to be punished but decide speaking may make 
things worse. Jeff tells me this will only last twenty four hours not 
two weeks as if it was a punishment. He pulls my left hand to my head 
as a model might do and positions my right hand out in a arc in front 
of me. He then starts putting injections in all of my joints. It takes 
only a few  minutes before I start to feel the stiffness. I try to 
move my right arm and it does slightly but there is a lot of pain. 
Soon that slight movement is gone. I am now  frozen in place. The only 
movement is my mouth. Jeff tells me that he is working on a formula 
that will freeze muscles so that he can even freeze facial 
expressions. Jeff bumps into me and I almost fall over, to my relief 
he catches me before I fall. Not being able to catch my fall could 
have hurt me seriously. Two store attendants pick me up and carry me 
to a platform in the store's front display window. They lay me down on 
the floor and then unscrew the heels of my shoes. The attendants take 
off my shoes and then pull the platform up to my feet. The platform 
has shoes built into it but I wondered how my deform feet would fit 
into them. That question was soon answered. The heels on the platform 
swiveled so that they could be screwed into my heels. Soon I was 
firmly attached to the platform. I was then stood up in the display 
window. The platform, screwed onto my feet, kept me from falling over. 

I was now just a part of the store display and no one would notice I 
was human unless I spoke. A small spotlight was turned to bath me in a 
soft pink glow of light. The curtain over the window is then pulled 
open and suddenly I am standing in front of thousands of people as 
they walk by the shop. For a while I am content just watching the 
people walk by until a man stops and looks in the window. I realize 
what he is looking at. The dress is very thin and my breast and pussy 
are quite visible. I am sure that I was blushing but don't think the 
man noticed. The thought of calling out to the man to help me out of 
my bondage crossed my mind, but I was not sure I would want it to end. 
The day passed slowly. Many people stopped and looked at me during the 
day. Even a few children stopped to look, this was the most 
embarrassing. 

I watched the sun come up. Thank goodness it is not in my eyes. The 
amount of people walking by increased as the sun got higher. I knew my 
time on the pedestal was near the end. The store was open and I was 
surprised at the amount of people in the store. I would think a store 
like this would do better at night. I heard voices behind me. it was 
one of the sells women and a man. She explained to him this dress 
might be what he is looking for. I felt a hand slide across my ass. 
The man's voice said the liked the feel of the material and he decide 
to take it. The curtain over the window was closed and I was taken 
down from the window. The sales woman grabbed the hem of the dress and 
pulled it over my head. I was now standing in the store, totally 
naked, where everyone could look at me. The man looked at my naked 
body and made a comment about how real the mannequins looked, as he 
pinched a nipple. The purchased finalized the sales woman came back to 
me. She told a male employee my time was about up so there was no need 
to put me back on display. The man picked me up, with one hand between 
my legs, and carried me to the back room. I was stood facing a corner 
of the room for my remaining time. I knew I would never do anything to 
make Jeff mad enough to put me through the two weeks as a mannequin. 
My joints ache terribly as it is. I could not wait for the drug to 
wear off so I could move again. The constant standing made the stud in 
my foot begin to hurt. 

I had not been in the back room long when all of a sudden my left arm 
dropped a little. I tried to move it but it still would only move a 
couple of inches. Slowly my other limbs started to succumb to gravity. 
every time something moved a searing pain would shoot though the 
joint. The next thing I knew I was laying in the floor. The drug had 
worn off and I collapsed in great pain. I laid in the floor till Jeff 
walked in the room. He told me it was time to get up and go home. I 
stood up and someone unscrewed me from the platform. Even though it 
still hurt to move it felt great to walk again, even in the six inch 
heels. 

As my loving torturer drove us home I looked at him constantly. Never 
in my life had I dreamed this could happen to. This man has made me 
the happiest I have ever been. I know there will be many years of the 
pain and love from him. I know I will never do anything to cause him 
to not want me. 

The End, for now.