Eve Quest Pt. 04
Keywords: Eve, 04, Quest, Pt.,
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Chapter 16
Monday morning I was told to wear my red panties, bra and ribbon; my white collar, bracelets and heels and a red sleeveless dress. Sheila and Jenny ate breakfast, got dressed and loaded me in the car. They dropped me off in front of the beauty parlor and Jenny said.
"If Hilda finishes today. You should give her a tip."
I went inside with that disgusting thought rolling around in my mind. Hilda carefully inspected my face and made some minor adjustments. She had me remove my dress and panties, lie down on a table and put my heels in stirrups. She always spent several minutes pawing my body to no particular purpose. I felt I had no choice. I had to submit, but it was repulsive.
When she started she worked in silence for fifteen-minute shifts. The job progressed more rapidly and with a lot less trauma to my skin than my previous sessions. She removed my ribbon and worked on my clitty stick and ball sack, but the best I could tell she left the slender patch of hair above my clitty. By noon we were finished and I made my offer.
"Ms. Hilda, I'd like to give you a tip, but I'm not allowed to have money. Could I please service your pussy?"
She seemed to expect the question. She unbuttoned her lab coat and pulled off an enormous pair of panties. She told me to lie on the floor and began the monumental job of getting on her knees. When she finally lowered herself on to me my head was engulfed in white flab, bushy black hair and a rank odor. I wanted to gag, but that would've been a mistake. Instead I began looking for the knobby little key to my freedom. To my delight she had one and I found it. I worked it over with my newly acquired aplomb. Her orgasm shook my entire body. My face and hair were wet with her fluids. My nose was flooded with her aroma.
"Your handler said not to wash your face until you got home." With that instruction she struggled to her feet and left the room.
The woman in the mirror was beautiful, but I felt like a slut. I wanted to be clean. My mistresses and their friends were one thing, but that pig was over the top. Without any options, I set off for home my face painted with shame. The cabby didn't seem to notice my condition nor was he repelled by my odor. He simply took me home and dropped me off.
Sheila and Jenny were waiting when I walked in, dressed in their corsets and heels. I knelt before them.
Jenny inspected my face and in so doing caught a whiff of me. "That damn Hilda would gag a maggot. Get cleaned up and douche." She unlocked my white collar and bracelets. "Put on the black set. Wear a black garter belt; black mesh hose and your black heels. You won't need a plug or a tampon and move your cute ass." She emphasized her remark with a slapped on my butt.
I bathed and washed my hair – my wonderful hair. It was easy to dry and curl and oh so chic. I powdered all over and laced myself with a black ribbon. My crouch had some blotchy red areas, but my body was beautiful. My weight was at 138 pounds. My breasts were firm, perky and overflowed a B-cup. I was slender with a flat tummy, small waist and long legs. I applied red lip-gloss to my lips and admired my lovely smooth face and incomparable smile.
I was so comfortable; I entered the den with a lilt to my step and dropped to my knees. Doom set in immediately as Jenny began to attach the spreader to my wrists. Sheila and Jenny worked together to hang me to the ceiling hook. Then using two short chains they attached my heels to the spreader bar. I was strung up, belly down. Using small round rings that would hook over my barbells they attached a ten-ounce weight to each of my nipples. I couldn't believe the intensity of the pain.
Sheila pushed a gel into my pussy and I knew what that meant, the fucking shock machine. Jenny attached the leads to my elongated nipples, put a rubber mouthpiece in my mouth and gave the weights a push. When she tapped the control I lurched, the weights bounced and my back made a cracking noise.
"We're going to dinner. Our friend will keep you entertained while we're gone." Jenny said.
This was my worst nightmare. I could hear the timer running and I was sure to get another jolt any time. When the first one hit it was hardly a tickle. I assumed they were set for random strength as well as random timing. I tried to harden myself for the next big one, but I couldn't. The timer ran, my nipples hurt and nothing happened. After an eternity, I heard the front door open and my mistresses came clamoring into the room.
Jenny said. "Well Sissy, I see you're still hanging around."
Sheila removed one of the weights and said. "Did you enjoy our little joke?"
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you very much."
She removed the other weight and the electrodes. Between the two of them they got me back on the ground. I fell to my knees as much from exhaustion as from respect.
Jenny said. "Don't worry about breakfast. Just get yourself off to bed."
Over the next couple of weeks there was a marked change in our relationship. I did my work, but there were no hassles. I was allowed to jog without a leash. I was told to select my own clothes. I did the shopping and ran errands. In short, I was just one of the girls, the subservient one, but one of the girls nonetheless. My life seemed comfortable, perhaps too comfortable.
Chapter 17
After two reasonably quiet ones, I wasn't actually surprised when, my Saturday started normally. Sheila joined me in the kitchen as I was preparing breakfast.
"Toilet." She said.
I scrambled into the bathroom, nuzzled her warm box and accepted her golden gift. She finished, but made no effort to move so I started to love on her.
She thumped me on the forehead and said. "Stop that." I settled down and she continued, still sitting on my face. "Sissy, we've completed your physical modifications and we're satisfied with your attitude and deportment, but I really wonder if you understand how challenging a woman's life can be? Jenny and I can't always be there to protect you. I real woman knows how to control a man even when she's on her knees." She paused then added. "Maybe even more than ever when she's on her knees. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress." I managed. She had moved back away from my mouth.
"You and your cute little voice. You're such a doll." Sheila said. "We're going to give you a little test and I want you to understand you'll be on your own. You'll be with strangers and we won't be able to protect you."
"Now you're frightening me."
She tenderly stroked my head and held my chin up so I was forced to look at her. "That's the point little girl. If a man finds that thing between your legs he could get violent."
"I understand."
"Really? I doubt it, but we're going to find out. Your outfit will be on your bed after lunch. You won't need your bracelets, collar or shoes. Be downstairs promptly at 1:00."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now get breakfast ready."
I spent the morning in shorts and a halter doing my chores. I drank my shake for lunch and when I had their lunch on the table, I ventured upstairs to see my outfit. There was a pair of white denim bib overalls on my bed. The legs had been cut off and a clear plastic sleeve about six inches wide by two inches tall had been sewn onto the bib of the overalls. A colorful sign had been slipped into the sleeve. It was the letter "I" followed by a red heart followed by the picture of a rooster. There was a long slender chain laying on the overalls and a note instructing me to use it and one of my locks to lace my pussy. The chain had a series of small rings along its ends. I powdered myself and got the chain in place. It worked well. The overalls barely covered my nipples much less my breasts. My little sunflower purse was on the bed so I picked it up. As I bounded down the stairs, one could see up my pant legs. My pert tits giggled provocatively under the small bib.
"Are you ready?" Jenny asked me.
I had no underwear, no shoes and unless they had added something to my purse, no money and no identification, but they knew all of that.
"Yes, Miss Jenny." I replied.
We drove south of Nashville on highway 70.
"Help us pick out a cozy bar." Sheila said. "I could use a drink."
As we went blazing by it, I picked the Dew Drop Inn. Sheila found a spot, turned around and went back. She parked in the far corner of the blacktop parking lot and turned to face me.
"We will be back here at 10:00. Any woman as pretty as you should have a great time between now and then." Sheila said. "Now get out."
I knew I had no choice and I thought I understood the challenge so I popped out and watched as the car drove off. I checked my purse. As expected I found a lipstick, a compact, a handkerchief and a tampon. I didn't need to, but I touched up my makeup and headed for the bar. The inside of the bar was as black as a cave and it took a second for my eyes to adjust. There was a couple of old guys at the bar. A clean-cut man with a barrel chest was behind the bar. I went over and took a seat on a tall bar stool.
"Can I help you with something, little lady?" The bartender asked.
"No, Sir. I just need to rest a minute."
The bartender pointed to a sign over his shoulder that read no loitering then said. "You can't hang around here."
"Please, Sir. I won't cause any trouble. My feet hurt."
"If you're old enough, I'll serve you a drink. You can rest while you drink it." The bartender said.
"I don't have any money, but I'll help you clean up or something."
The bartender came around and looked at me. "Where are your shoes?"
"I lost them."
"Lose your bra too?"
"No, Sir. I don't need one."
"I think I'll take you up on that or something. Follow me." The bartender said.
"The little filly is with me Mike." One of the men at the bar said.
The bartender gave him a hard look then said. "Okay, Sid."
I ran over and hugged my benefactor. "Thank you, Mr. Sid."
"Would you like a drink?" Sid asked me.
"Yes, Sir. I'd like whatever you're drinking."
"Mike, give us a couple of draft beers.
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Keywords: Eve, 04, Quest, Pt.,