Shithole

Chapter 3

               Cleaning that house was pure hell.  By the sixth day, my body was broken and tired.  My eyes burned from fumes and lack of sleep.  Master’s interruptions made the days longer as I would start early and finish late.  I started the kitchen at 5am and I didn’t finish it until 12 midnight.  I almost passed out from exhaustion.  I had to read the rules before I put Master to sleep which took almost another hour being that I had to repeat them five times. 

       The rest of the rooms were a little easier and took close to 10 hours each to finish.  Each night I would get spanked for my failures and missing spots of cleaning, but for some reason, the next day, I could still feel the bruises but no marks would be shown.

       It was Sunday morning when I was woken up with a hard kick on my sore butt.  Master gave me my daily pills.

       “Wake up shithole.”  I woke up and crawled behind Master to the living room where he made me kneel beside him while he dressed.

       “Damn, you stink, bitch.  Isn’t it one of your rules to keep yourself clean and shaven and smelling nice for your Master?”

       “Yes Sir, I am sorry Sir.”

       I heard a chuckle. “I haven’t instructed how you are to do that, have I?”

       I shook my head.  He grabbed my leash and led me out to the back yard. 

       “See that shed over there?”

       “Yes, Sir, I see the shed.”

       “In there is a large metal tub, go get it.”

       I crawled over to the shed and in the far back was a tub filled with dirt and cobwebs.  I drug the tub out and in front of Master in the middle of the yard. 

       “Clean it out, whore. And then come and get me.”

       I did as ordered and used the garden hose to wash and scrub the tub clean knowing that it was where I was going to bathe in it on a daily basis, sometimes more than once.  When I was finished, I went back to Master.  “The tub is clean, Master.”

       “Good.”  He took my leash and led me back outside where I noticed a neighbor peeking over the fence to look at me.  Master noticed her too.  She was a young girl about my age but heavy with short, spiked hair and a look as butchy as butchy could get.  She had a smile across her face.

       “Oh, hey Bri.”  Master waved at her.

       “Hi.”

       “This is Shithole, my slave girl.  She is getting her bath ready.  You can watch her if you want to.”

       She just smiled and looked on.

       “Fill up the tub, hole.”

       I started filling up the tub as  Master walked to the fence to talk to Bri.  I didn’t catch all they were talking about, but I knew that it was about me.  I know I heard him say that every morning at 6am I would be out here bathing and that Bri could watch me anytime.  They laughed and talked. 

       When the tub was filled Master returned to me with a scrunchy and a bar of soap followed by a bottle of shampoo and conditioner. 

       “Get in you stinky whore and you better make yourself clean and smelling pretty.”  he walked back to Bri where they stared at me as I crawled into the large tub gasping for air as the coldness shocked my body.  I sat down and started immediately seeing the water turning grey.  I scrubbed the hell out of my body taking good care to scrub everything.  I tried to do it all quickly so that I could get out of the water and into the warm sun as soon as possible, but the filth caked on me was taking a while to come off.  I managed to get all the shit and piss off my hair and body.  Master then looked me over and had me squat on the soft grass before him.  He pulled out the hose and rinsed me off.  He made me rub my body to rinse myself correctly.

       “Stay.”  He said as he walked away into the now spotless house leaving me to Bri’s sadistic stare and grin.  I was shivering in my humiliation.  Master returned with a razor and shaving cream and a large mirror.

       “Shave every inch of your body.  I want no hair from your face down.  I want no facial hair, no arm hair, no pit hair, no pussy or ass hair, and definitely no leg hair.”  he went back to Bri and they watched me as I shaved myself, using the filthy tub water to rinse the blade when it would get full of hair.  It took quite a bit of time for me to finish shaving everything.  I was very careful when going around the clit and pee hole.  When I was finished Master returned to me.

       “Stand up.”

       He took a large bottle of lotion and put some in his hands.  He rubbed my cheeks and my lips and my chin leaving a thin layer of lotion on my face. He ran his hands down and did each arm separately then down to my pits and breasts and stomach down to my butt and my sex.  He left a larger amount of the lotion on my sex and my pits.  Then down each leg down to my toes.

       “Just a warning, shithole, in about 3 minutes you are going to feel a deep burn all over your body.  I expect you to cry and scream so feel free to do so as I will be taping you.”  He pointed to Bri holding a camera in my direction.

       “You were just given a solution to deaden the cells that make your hair grow.  After about 3 of these treatments, you will no longer be able to grow hair on your body where I rub it again.”  He laughed and walked back to Bri.

       Then it hit me.  It felt like red, hot needles poking through each of my hairs.  It started with a tingle and then into pain.  I started to shift and squeal at first and it quickly grew to me dropping on the ground and rolling in the grass.  Rubbing my hands all over trying to take off the lotion that was causing this discomfort and pain.  I thought I had the worst of it when the pain became more intense.  It turned from prickling to a deep burning inside my skin.  I felt like my skin was on fire as I rolled around screaming at the top of my lungs.  The incidents seemed to last forever before it finally started to settle down.  The crying and squealing finally started to calm down.  Never in my life had I ever felt anything like that.  And I still had 2 more treatments to look forward to.  Just as suddenly as the pain started it stopped and I felt no pain whatsoever.  Its like it was on a timer of some sort and the switch turned off.  Bri and Master were still taping when it was all over.  Master came over to me and replaced my collar pushing my shit towel in it and attaching the leash.

       “Open your cunt and please me, shithole.”  I opened my mouth as he pounded the back of my throat with his hard dick choking me with every push.  I gagged and choked and some snot came out of my nose as he relentlessly hit my throat.  This wasn’t getting any easier, but it was expected at least.  When he was finished spraying his cum down my throat, he pulled himself out and wiped it with my face.

       “Thank you Master for allowing me to pleasure you with my Cunt.”

       “Good girl.”  He patted my head.

       “Empty your tub slut. And piss and shit if you have to.”  He stood watching me as I barely managed to tip it over. I peed, but I couldn’t shit as Master wanted. I was ordered to scrub and clean the tub every day when I finish my bath.

       “Every morning, you will wake up at 5am and fill this tub and bathe.  When you are finished, you will clean your tub and rinse yourself off.  Then you will use the morning light to curl your hair, put on makeup, and put on some perfume and powder all over your body.”  He pointed to the fence in the back of the yard up on a small incline.  Beyond that fence was another house facing in the opposite direction. Against it was a small vanity with a mirror and several drawers.

       “Over there is your vanity, after you dry yourself off, you will use that to make yourself even more beautiful.  Your hair is to be curled in large curls, use hairspray to keep it up and curly.  Your face will have pink everything.  Pink eyeshadow, pink blush, pink lipstick.  Inside one of those drawers is a set of pink contacts to make your eyes appear pink.  You will use pink eyeliner and pink mascara as well.  You will lightly shade your nipples pink with a compact with the words ‘nipple color’ on it.  You will then spray every inch of your body with the perfume I have supplied you with and powder your pussy and ass.  Now do you think you can remember all of this whore?”

       I repeated everything back to him hoping that tomorrow I will remember everything exactly.

       “Your clothes will be laid out for you every morning when I wake up.  You will put on what I lay out or you will wear nothing.  Understand that, bitch?”

       “Yes, Sir, I understand.”

       “Good shithole.  Now make yourself beautiful so we can go shopping for some school clothes for you tomorrow.”

       I did exactly as he wished and was amazed at my appearance.  Pink was such a feminine color and the contacts really made my beauty stand out.  I got the tingle in my lower stomach again, this time it was almost sexual.  I returned to the den where on the coffee table was a red micro mini skirt, a blue shiny tube top, a tan colored thigh high, a black thigh high, a red 6” heel and a white 5 ½ “ heel.  Did he intentionally set out clothes that didn’t match in any way?  I better not question him and just put them on.  When it was all done I felt totally awkward.  Lopsided shoes, two different thigh highs and an outfit that didn’t go together?  I am definitely going to get some attention at the store.

       I knelt waiting for Master to come in and approve.  When he finally did, he was dressed in a formal suit with dress shoes.  I couldn’t look up but I supposed he looked sharp considering his foulness and his ugliness.  He took off my thick metal collar and replaced it with a thinner, pink leather collar with the words “shithole” in the front.  A short 6” gold leash was attached and I followed Master out to the car.  This time I was allowed in the front seat as we drove to the mall once again.

       As soon as I got out, the attention came.  The tops of my thigh highs were fully exposed showing about 2 inches of bare thigh to the tiny mini skirt.  The tube top pushed my breasts up high creating more cleavage than it should have.  I had both young and old men staring me up and down as I followed Master into the busy Sunday mall.  Girls were passing by laughing at my mis-matched clothes as some other girls would look at me with a disgusted look and calling me names like tramp and whore.  I was getting used to being called those names, but from other girls my age they did make me feel embarrassed. 

       We made it to the food court and Master ordered both of us some food.  For him a double cheeseburger, fries and a large coke.  For me, a garden salad and a cup of water.  This was going to be the first real meal I have had since my slavery began.  As we made our way to the table, Master made me pull his chair out for him as he signaled for me to sit across.  As I made my way around the small table he whispered. “when you sit, you will lift your skirt so you sit on your bare ass.”

       I did as I was told showing everybody staring that I was naked under that skirt and my hips were in full view for all to see.  I ate happily though.  The first real meal in over a week.  When we were finished, I stood and adjusted my skirt and picked up the trash and threw it away.  Then I pulled Masters chair for him again as he stood up.

       I followed him to a goth store where he had me try on a short schoolgirl skirt and blouse.  When he saw me in them, he had me take them off and had the clerk sell him one that was one size smaller.  I had five schoolgirl outfits by the time we were done, all of which were one size too small.  Without saying a word to me, he had me follow him into the mens room where he had me suck him off while he shit with the stall door wide open for all to see.  When he was done I noticed that there were about 10 men and boys all staring and smiling at my actions.  The humility took over when I wiped Masters ass and kissed his sphinter afterwards.  After a few seconds I got a hard slap across the face.

       “Just because we are in public means that you don’t have to thank me, shithole?”

       “Thank you, Master, for allowing me to service you on the public toilet.”  I felt my face burning red in embarassment. 

       “Just for that, you will suck any man in here looking at you that wants it and you will thank him for it when you are done.”  I was freaking out by this time but I knew it meant torture and death if I failed.  I was led to a urinal and made to kneel and keep my hands behind my back as the men and boys lined up.  There were only 7.  Each one either came in my mouth and made me swallow the foul seed, or they came on my face or cleavage which I wasn’t allowed to wipe. 

       I walked out of the bathroom dripping in cum, my makeup didn’t smear however.  I was smelling of sex and as I walked I could feel a bit of my own juices slowly dripping between my legs.  Was I actually starting to enjoy this?  Was this some hidden fantasy of mine?  My body was doing things I had never felt before and tomorrow is the first day of school.  What’s in store for me then?

To be continued. . . . . . .