BROUGHT TO HER KNEES 2

BY DARK CLOUD

Returning to the Sub Club after a few years absence is an enlightening visit. Things have changed. Some changes are obvious others less so. Starting at the top we have a new owner, the wicked and evil (her own description) Mistress Elizabeth. She had taken over the establishment from Mistress Demi over a year ago and many of the changes have stemmed directly from that.
 
The weak, half-hearted Dommes and subs have gone. This is now a serious club for serious practitioners of these dark arts. It’s a harsher place where social niceties have no place. It is not quite anything goes more anything goes if Mistress Elizabeth allows it. It is now a club after her own heart: cruel,mean, sadistic and uncaring and the denizens who inhabit it now are along similar lines.
 
It is a Saturday night , the club is heaving with bodies all involved in their scenes. A trumpeted fanfare erupts from the speaker system and almost to a woman the Dommes halt their activities as Liz enters. The tall, leggy, plummy voiced Englishwoman sweeps into her club followed (as ever) by the former Mistress Teri crawling behind being tugged along by her tight, choking leash.
 
Teri had been Liz’s greatest rival and was now her greatest conquest. Having lost their winner take all battle and entered a weeks forced servitude the once proud busty Texan had been completely and utterly broken by Liz. The first thing Liz had done was to shave Teri’s brunette locks off and she had never grown them back since, her head being shaved on a daily basis. And the tattoos: her body had been inked in that first week with several crude, humiliating words and they have just been added to in the years that followed. More than that though, now Teri owns nothing in this world, literally nothing. Her mansion and fortune left to her by her deceased husband had all been legally signed over to Mistress Liz.  She had been forced to donate all her worldly goods to various charity shops in town until she had nothing left, everything Teri had was completely dependent on Liz’s mercy (and she had precious little of that commodity). If Liz kicked Teri out of her home then she would be left with nothing, has existed almost off the grid for the intervening years and all at her own submission. And Liz regularly threatens to evict her slave, to dump her with the gang of vagrants downtown that she is occasionally charged with servicing sexually for her Mistresses amusement.
 
Liz is wearing an expensive black leather outfit that shows plenty of skin and a pair of long, thigh high boots, she is smoking a cigarette (no smoking ban in her club) from an expensive holder she took from Demi (more on that later) and snaps her gloved fingers. At once Teri rears up onto her knees like an well trained pet and opens her mouth wide and extends her tongue. Liz flicks her hot ash into Teri’s mouth and moves on to take her seat in her custom made throne. Teri swallows the ash and crawls over to beside the throne where a giant black dildo is stuck in the floor and , in a feat that defies a bodies ability to stretch, she sits her ass onto the phallus and slides down onto it. Teri keeps her mouth open as from this moment forward anybody in the club (Domme or sub) is allowed to use Teri’s mouth however they see fit.
 
Mistress Elizabeth casts her critical eye across her domain and gives a self satisfied smirk at the activities occurring
 
And Liz cannot help but marvel at the changes she has wrought since taking over from Mistress Demi. Ah Mistress Demi! Liz thinks. She thought she was so tough but in the end Liz broke her. All it took was a bit of poor financial advice from an advisor that was secretly in the thrall of Liz and Demi took quite the financial hit, that being followed by a nasty legal case that sucked up more money (again precipitated by with Liz pulling the strings) and Demi was looking to sell the club. Liz swooped in with a great offer but it came with a caveat. A very personal caveat. To get the full financial offer Demi would have to also submit to a session as a submissive to Mistress Liz. How Liz revelled in the look on Mistress Demi’s face as she heard the offer. It was the money needed to save her but to a proud Dominatrix like Demi that had in fact established the Club to submit to another Domme was a terrible thing and she struggled internally with the decision before, in the end, she had had to accept the terms. Liz had not been gentle.
 
She had nearly orgasmed just from the act of strapping Demi’s body to her cross in Liz’s dungeon. She had, in fact, once Demi was inescapably strapped in place frigged herself off whilst staring at Demi’s exposed, naked body. And then she started beating it. She used her canes, floggers, whips and more to turn Demi’s back a mess of red, raw lines and eventually reduced the tough, older Domme to tears. Liz loved that, not knowing if they were tears of pain or humiliation she did not care just kept on striking her and goading her and ended up licking the tears from Demi’s face. Needless to say that since the sale went through the former owner of the Sub Club has not returned and now Mistress Liz rules supreme.
 
And tonight she will get the chance to rule alright as two fueding younger Dominatrix’s approach her throne seeking her time and permission.
 
Mistress Taylor is 25, blonde and has a stuck up terrible attitude. She thinks she is better than everybody and treats all like shit (subs and Dommes alike), of course some like that. She reminded Liz a lot of a younger, blonder version of herself. She has been in the Club for a number of years and fallen out with most other Mistresses but never to the extent she had with the other Mistress that now approached the throne. Beside Taylor and unable to bring herself to look at her younger rival is Mistress Naomi. An older (37) black Mistress. Equally as haughty and harsh but far more respected and liked in the club amongst her peers not least because of the nature of these two Domme’s feud – racisim.
 
Taylor liked to have plenty of negro slaves, both men and women and took particular pleasure dominating and beating them. Taylor was also a very verbal Dominatrix and had quite the range of degrading, demeaning insults for her subs and she was not shy about using race in her taunts. There had been complaints to Liz about Taylor but she had not acted, rather enjoying the uncomfortable atmosphere that was created. Well Mistress Naomi was not about to sit back and say nothing and confronted Taylor directly one night they were in scenes quite close together. That first confrontation very nearly turned physical and it certainly turned personal with Naomi called Taylor a “stupid little white girl” and being called a “dumb fucking nigger” in return.
 
Things did not improve as they then traded stealing slaves away from each other and insults in equal measure. It was a situation that built and built, both were strong minded women not used to backing down or compromise and the atmosphere between then continued to get worse until it was downright poisonous. Matters reached their nadir one busy Saturday night when Taylor trooped in one of Naomi’s favourite sub’s in chains, while she was dressed in a KKK outfit, replete with pointy white hood. It was offensive and repugnant and Taylor positively revelled in the commotion her scene caused, especially when she staged a mock tarring and feathering then lynching of the slave. Everyone knew it was done to get a reaction out of her hated rival, Naomi, and it succeeded as by the end of the night they had cursed, sworn, slapped and threatened to kill each other before being physically separated. It could not go on and just as a few years earlier this poisonous feud would need to be finally settled once and for all.
 
So hence, back in the here and now, Mistress Elizabeth sat on her throne and received the two younger, feuding Dommes. Liz’s icy voice spoke with just the right mixture of distaste and condescension.
 
“Ladies, we are all aware of what has been happening these past months. You have both asked for something that has only happened once before – a Domme Fight. I have to ask, are you both certain there is no way to avoid this? Neither of you are willing to moderate your behaviour? To apologise to the other? You do realises the full consequences of losing?”
 
At this everyone around the throne (and there is quite the crowd gathered for this historic moment) looks towards where Teri kneels, still impaled and clearly now reduced to little more than a disposable plaything when once she too, was a powerful Domme in the club.
 
Taylor looks across at Naomi, their eyes meet, there is venom in their glares and simultanteously, not wanting to show any weakness they turn to Liz and state.
 
“No.”
 
“Very well the Domme Fight will take place here in a fortnight, I will referee and set the terms. I have to warn you both they will be very similar to the terms of the first fight. You can visit me here next Saturday to hear them. Do not misbehave between now and then. Understand?”
 
*
 
The following Thursday afternoon and Liz is still in bed. She had been up to all hours at a party the night before where she had Domme’d a former President and his wife, strap on fucking the pair of them before a select audience before cross dressing him and whipping the shit out of her. Liz was tired and intended to get up a little later and go down to the club later tonight. She was disturbed by a knock at the door.
 
“Come in” she answered irritably.
 
A pretty young blonde in a revealing French Maid’s outfit entered nervously and told her mistress she had a visitor. After telling her who it was Liz deigned to get up, throw on a scarlet silk kimono, telling her maid to have the guest seen to Dungeon #2.
 
This converted cellar of Liz’s luxurious mansion was a fairly spacious affair just a nice padded throne that Liz sat on. Seconds later Mistress Taylor was shown in and the door closed behind her. The younger woman was dressed, unusually in a flowery dress and Liz smiled at the attempt to come off as non threatening. Liz pointed down to the bare foor that extended out from the bottom of her kimono.
 
“You visit me here, you greet me properly before you state your business.”
 
Taylor grimaced but accepted what she had to do and dropped to her knees and stretched her head forward to kiss the feet of Mistress Elizabeth.
 
“Mistress Taylor, what a surprise” the sarcasm dripped from her voice.
 
“Mist…Mother.”
 
And there we had it. The elephant in the room that only these two knew. Mistress Taylor was Mistress Elizabeth’s daughter. Estranged they may have been to the point of not even acknowledging each other at the Club , but nonetheless they were family. There were similarities, both were tall, both brunette (though Taylor had dyed her hair blonde as soon as she could) and of course both shared the same, vile, overbearing, domineering personality. The Sub Club was the most exclusive in town so Taylor had joined but neither mother nor daughter had broken the glazier between them. Until now.
 
“I wonder what your opponent would think if she knew you were visiting the referee before your big showdown?”
 
“Let’s be honest mother, do either of us care what some dumb coon thinks? I know you. I know your thoughts on those people. You are not going to let one of them beat a good white girl, your good white girl, are you?”
 
Liz smiled.
 
“My good white girl? Taylor dear you haven’t been that for quite some time, have you?” But I suppose you are right, what kind of mother would I be to allow my only daughter to fall into submission to someone like that?”
 
“So you will help me win then? I know Mistress Demi helped you, didn’t she? Could we repeat history perhaps?”
 
“Hmmm. You shouldn’t listen to all the old gossips at the club my dear, I beat that fat has been Teri on my own and you’d do well to remember that. You should pop in to Dungeon #1 on your way out see how the old bitch is doing. Perhaps that will insprire you to fight harder, after all that could be you after next Saturday couldn’t it?”
 
“You would let that fucking nigger have me? Like I say I doubt that, imagine the shame for you when it came out I was your daughter?”
 
“Yes, but that is not going to come out is it? And you are not going to lose. Just make sure you are in good condition and can fight and make it last, I can’t make things look too obvious can I? Now just to seal the deal dear, I think you should give me something I’'ve been missing since you left home. Come on, you’ve been a naughty girl for quite the time now and you know how mummy deals with naughty girls, don’t you? Remember?”
 
Taylor makes a face and really doesn’t want to do this but realises that it is by far the lesser of two evils and crawls up to Liz, lifts herself up and places herself across Liz’s knee and allows Liz to lift her dressand begin spanking her hard on her pert, white bottom.
 
“Ah! Just like the old days, lets see if I can’t get your ass that nice shade of red I used to like so much…”
*
 
It was almost an anti-climax, when in the next Saturday, Mistress Liz announced the rules for the battle that would happen thenfollowing week. Everyone anticipated the same rules and stipulations that Liz and Teri has fought under. Mostly they were.
 
Taylor and Naomi stood before Liz impassively as she decreed.
 
“For next week’s Domme Fight I will construct a cage in the centre of the main floor. No ropes, no mats just the hard floor, the two contestants and myself as referee. Ladies, you will enter the cage stark naked to ensure there is no subterfuge.”
 
Both fighters looked annoyed at this prospect but said nothing as Liz continued.
 
“There are no rules in the cage, I will not interfere, I am only there to confirm the submission. And there must be a submission, pin falls count for nothing, one of you two proud Dominatrix’s must offer your submission to the other to end the fight. That loser, by submitting, will be offering her rival her services as a slave for the next month. During this period the winning Mistress may do absolutely anything they want with and to the loser, they will effectively be the winners property.”
 
High stakes especially with the constant reminder of the bald, tattooed Mistress Teri crawling at Liz’s heel.
 
“Last chance Ladies, you can back out now if you want.”
 
Both Taylor and Naomi looked supremely confident and neither took the bait - the fight was on!

*
 
The big night arrives. The Club is buzzing, it is jam packed and has a heady atmosphere of anticipation. The cage has been erected itis the same width and length of a boxing ring. There are no ropes, the sides are 6 feet high and made of re-unforced chicken wire with no mats , only cold hard concrete floor and the cage has a roof. It’s a striking structure and completely changes the dynamic of the Club as people crowd around it.
 
Mistress Elizabeth loves this. She is in her element as she emerges as ever Teri crawling behind her on her leash. Liz looks stunning in a tight black and white latex referee top and tiny shorts that really show off her long legs. She is wearing knee high boots and she swings the cage door open after tying Teri’s leash to the outside of the cage, and steps inside.
 
The crowd cheer as she handles a microphone.
 
“Our first competitor tonight is Mistress Naomi!”
 
The tall, leggy black Domme walks to the ring and strips off completely before stepping inside. She looks fierce with her long jet black hair pulled into a severe pony tail. Her pussy is shaven and has pretty flat tits but is still in amazing shape for her age with not an inch of fat on her right body.
 
“ And her opponent, Mistress Taylor!”
 
The crowd doesn’t quite boo but she clearly not popular. The younger blonde is in a figure hugging red PVC cat suit that she’s peels off before stepping into the cage and stands on the other side of Liz. Taylor is younger, slightly shorter and a little heavier but still has quite the figure and all the Dommes and subs in the club feast there eyes on these naked beauties as Liz explains the rules and stakes.
 
“ In one moment I will lock the cage door, at that point you two are free to fight. Anything goes in here, you can do whatever you want to make your opponent submit. I am in here merely to hear your submission. Whichever one of you submits tonight will be submitting to become the slave of the other for a month. Now each if you have paid a deposit of one million dollars to be held by the Club lest you refuse to adhere to the stipulation. Additionally you would be kicked out of the club and refused access to all BDSM clubs that we deal with. But that won’t happen will it Ladies?. Good, are you ready?”
 
Liz steps from between them walks to the door and closes it then uses a key to lock it and we are underway.
 
There is a pause after the door is locked. There is no bell but Liz signals that the fight has started. The two Domme’s stare at each other, both in the sure knowledge that there is no way out of this now, one of them will win tonight and for the other will be the ultimate defeat. After a pregnant pause it is Taylor that breaks the empass by snarling.
 
“Fucking nigger, gonna enjoy putting you in your rightful place!”
 
She combined this with a swing of her fist that Naomi swayed neatly out of the way from and bulleted her right foot up to kick the blonde hard on the thigh. Taylor winced and stepped back as Taylor reeled backwards as Naomi advanced throwing another hard kick before jamming her forearm into Taylor’s throat and pressing her up against the cage wall. With a cold smile the black woman hissed at her for.
 
“You have no idea what I’ll do with you little girl, I’ll......aaarghhh.”
 
She broke off in agony because the blonde had fired her knee up right into Naomi’s crotch. Naomi staggered back, somehow still on her feet as Taylor swing her hand and slapped/scratched her enemy’s cheeks. The blow left a series of bloody streaks and Taylor held her right hand up to show Liz that her fingernails had been cut in such a way to make them serrated.
 
Taylor stepped up and hooked her vicious fingers into Naomi’s boobs and started to scratch them up. Naomi howled and Taylor smiled , enjoying the pain she was inflicting and leaned into gloat only for Naomi to hit a desperation head butt to Taylor’s face that drew blood from the blonde’s nostrils. Taylor backed away but got caught with another kick , this time to her gut, she turned to avoid any more but in doing so ended up facing the cage wall and Naomi’s saw her chance. She grabbed Taylor’s hair and pressed the younger girls face into the wire wall and rubbed it back and forth.
 
The crowd moaned imagining the agony but really they were loving these two stuck up bitches hurting each other.
 
Taylor threw a desperate back elbow that hit the side of Naomi’s head and caused her to release Taylor. The blonde took a moment to look at Liz but received nothing in return, and as she did Naomi came again hooking her fingers into Taylor’s hair and Taylor did likewise and the two entered a real hair pulling catfight that saw them drop to the hard floor and roll about while they yanked at each other’s scalp.
 
As they rolled about the floor cat fighting, the audience got louder and Liz could be seen smiling as she dodged out of the way of the two naked, wrapped bodies. Eventually they rolled into the cage and Taylor was on top, she took advantage by using her grip on Naomi’s hair to lift her head up and slam it back down into the floor then did it another couple of times until Naomi released her hold on Taylor’s hair. The blonde callously smacked her foe’s skull one more time into the floor before slipping further down the black woman’s body and reaching behind her and fastening her serrated fingernails onto Naomi’s protruding clit. She scratched and twisted it simultaneously and the reaction was instant – Naomi gave an ear piercing scream and bucked her long body wildly trying to get her attacker off of her. She succeeded in getting Taylor off but still in agony she just managed to roll over onto her front and slowly pushed herself up to her hands and knees by the time Taylor was up to her feet and ran forward and launched a punt right between Naomi’s thighs. There was an audible intake of breath from the crowd as the kick hit home and Naomi slumped onto her face. Of course, in bare feet the kick did not have the impact that it might have but it was still a hard blow.
 
Taylor looked smug now and stamped on Naomi’s back before dropping her ass onto it, grabbing her opponent’s ponytail and using it to press Naomi’s face onto the concrete before cruelly rubbing it back and forth on the unforving surface.
 
“Do you give bitch?! Come on! Say it and this can all end!”
 
Shouted a positively giddy Taylor as she continued to grind Naomi’s face. There was no response. Taylor leaned down to pull Naomi’s head up and the crowd on that side could see her face was all scraped and bruised and swelling. The sight delighted the blonde and she got off her and pulled her up by the hair and pressed her face into the mesh of the cage wall.

“Submit to me now nigger or I’m going to grate you like cheese!”
 
There was no doubting her word but Naomi just managed a shake of her head before Taylor started rubbing her enemies face roughly back and forth across the cage wall. From somewhere Naomi found the strength to push off the cage and shove Taylor off her. Naomi advanced and threw a big kick at her foe but at the last moment Taylor caught her foot and, holding it she stepped forward and tripped the black woman, dropped her hard onto her back.. She kept hold of the ankle though and pulled it to one side before dropping her knee right down onto Naomi’s unprotected pussy. As she howled Taylor ground her knee in hard, mashing it in before pulling it back and firing it in there again. She leaned over Naomi and slapped /scratched her face a couple of times and goaded her.
 
“Come on darkie submit, I’ll treat you like a good slave!”
 
“Never!”
 
And with her rejection Naomi swung her right hand to punch Taylor hard in the arm that had taken the earlier punishment. Taylor moaned and held her arm, turning away from her foe. In that instant, with her back turned, Liz stepped close to Naomi and no one saw the black object that went into Naomi’s hand. It was a black knuckleduster. History was repeating itself, just as Mistress Demi had aided Mistress Elizabeth now Mistress Elizabeth was secretly aiding Mistress Naomi. Neither the crowd or Mistress Taylor saw the transaction or Naomi adjusting it over the knuckles on her right hand. Naomi moved towards Taylor and blocked a punch from the blonde and drove a hard punch into her gut. Taylor coughed and doubled up, the blow far harder than she had expected. The crowd, too was surprised at the way the blonde crumpled from one blow but didn’t really care, they just cheered and Naomi grabbed the doubled over blonde by the hair and ran her across the floor and rammed her face right into the cage wall. She used her hold on Taylor’s hair to repeat that three times before punching Taylor’s injured arm ten times in the same spot (just above her left elbow) with her knucks. Each one brought a squeal of pain from the increasingly distraught blonde.
 
Another hard punch to the gut dropped Taylor to her knees and she offered no defense as she took a couple of hard punches to her face before Naomi grabbed her left arm, twisted it so the elbow joint as  going against itself then stepped over and pushed Taylor to the floor face down while simultaneously yanking back on the limb. The bend and torque on her arm looked obscene and that it must snap at any moment and Taylor only held a out a few seconds before exploding her submission out loudly.
 
“I SUBMIT!! I GIVE! I GIVE! AAAAARGH!!”
 
Naomi held it for a moment longer but did not want to break her arm and hinder what she had lined up for her new slave. As Mistress Liz held her arm up as the victor she slipped the knuckles back and the referee slipped them back into her shorts from where they had come. Liz stood over her crying daughter and shook her head in mock disappointment. There was look in the blonde’s face of surprise but she clearly did not comprehend what had actually happened.
 
She did not get a chance either as once Liz had unlocked the cage two hulking black male slaves entered the cage and at Naomi’s instruction they manhandled Taylor to her feet pushed a heavy silver collar around her neck and fitted silver cuffs to her wrists behind her back, to her ankles then used a chain between wrists and ankles to effectively hogtie her.

“I’ve waited a long time to do this bitch!” smirked the winner as she took a black ball gag from one of her slaves and pushed it into Taylor’s moth and strapped it tightly behind her head. She was then pushed into a small cage on wheels and dragged in the cage and into the crowd. And didn’t she just hate that! Now bawling like spoilt little bitch she was Taylor looked up as she passed through the throngs in the Club and saw no friendly faces. Everyone seemed to be revelling in her denouement. She was poked and prodded, cursed at and spat on and then just as she was about to move past them, there was Teri. Liz had undone her leash and walked her towards the door so that Taylor was left with this most obvious reminder of the likely fate that awaited her. Seeing her bald head, crude tattoes and body piercings was too much for the young Mistress and she broke down in a flood of tears in her cage. No one cared.
 
*

So Taylor’s exit from the Club was quite the event and her fellow members were not slow to remind her of the fate that awaited her and to suggest to Naomi what exactly she might want to do. Taylor couldn’t lift her eyes to meet her abusers, she just kept her head down. Finally, the wheeled cage left the main room and was wheeled up a ramp and into an unmarked black van, The back of the van was in complete darkness and within seconds the blonde was disorientated as her cage rolled back and forth in the back. They drove for quite some time, a couple of hours at least until the van came to a stop after several minutes on a rough, bumpy track. The doors were open and Taylor looked out into the pitch darkness of a countyside midnight.
 
The cage was pulled from the van and then opened and Taylor was pulled roughly up on legs that had gone to sleep. The chain was taken away that connected cuffs to ankles and on wobbly legs she was pushed towards the only light in the dark night. This was a wooden barn and several large black men were standing around waiting for their ‘guest’. Naomi appeared from inside the barn grinning and holding something in her hands.
 
“Bring her in here” she demanded, and Taylor was pushed into the barn. She tripped with the shackles and landed across a positioned hay bale.
 
Naomi leaned down and presented the object up close so by the light of the fire in the barn, Taylor could see it was a metal brand with the word SLAVE reversed that Naomi was holding.
 
As Naomi moved over and plunged the branding iron into the red hot coals Taylor broke and started crying and begging. Pleading for mercy, for Naomi not to do this. The black woman grinned wickedly and recited.
 
“The white owners often branded their slaves so as to prevent their escape and so that they could be identified. You like to spout your racist rhetoric Taylor, I think we should use your time with me to educate you on the realities of what black slaves faced at first hand.”
 
She removed the brand and held the glowing hot end towards Taylor’s terrified face but moved around and slowly pressed the burning metal edge into Taylor’s soft, white right buttock. Taylor’s tortured scream echoed long into the night....

*
 
Taylor was kicked awake from her rough, straw bed at 5 the next morning and unceremoniously pulled to her feet by her collar. Her cuffs were removed and before she knew it she was in a cotton field working like a slave from over a century earlier. It was brutal work and she got no break, her guard standing behind her the whole time using a harsh switch on her if she slackened off her pace. In just a potato sack with holes cut for her head and arms she looked quite the sight too.
 
Mistress Naomi appeared around mid-day riding over from her mansion on a horse and looking fierce in her tight jodhpurs. She watched her rival awhile before dismounting.
 
“Do you like your outfit? I thought it especially fitting fit you.”
 
The blonde made no response but could not help flashing a venomous glare back. That was a big mistake. In an instant Naomi was over to her and ripped the sack off her leaving the white girl naked under the beating sun. But Naomi was not going to leave it at that and demanded the black guard drag Taylor over to the nearest tree and had him grab her wrists from the other side of the trunk and hold her fast while she brutally lashed Taylor’s back and ass with her horse crop. It was a relentlessly brutal assault that left the blonde’s back bloodied and torn. Naomi leaned in close to Taylor to hiss.
 
“Learn your lesson slave or you will get this everyday.”
 
And with that Naomi took some salt from her pocket and sprinkled it liberally all over Taylor’s cuts making her scream and wail.
 
After that Taylor went back to work pulling cotton as the fierce sun burned her and heated up her gruesome back wounds. She collapsed to her front once in the afternoon and as soon as she did she heard her guard unzipping himself and he got behind her and raped her while she lay in the dirt.
 
“You’ll get this every time you go down cracker!” he warned after firing a warm load of cum into Taylor’s pussy.
 
Finally, her day in the field came to an end at seven and she trudged back to the barn in her leg irons. Her wash was to have her head pushed into a barrel of cold water and when she lifted her head she found all the other black farm hands waiting for her as she was pushed over a straw bale. She spent the whole night bent over that bale, the straw scraping and rubbing on her bare skin as a succession of men fucked all her holes repeatedly and roughly. Then she was up early the next day and put back to work in the fields. That day from hell was basically repeated for the next week, gradually breaking and grinding Taylor down under the watchful eye of mistress Naomi.
 
One major change took place at the weekend where Taylor’s work in the fields ended a couple of hours earlier, but if she thought that was a blessing she was quickly proved incorrect. Rather, as she trudged back to the barn she saw Naomi and her men waiting and a large barrel of tar and a crate of chicken feathers awaiting her. Taylor dug her heels in and pleaded for them not to do this but that was a waste of time and effort and they dragged the blonde over to the barrel of warm tar and lifted her up and dropped her in, pushing her head under for a few seconds to make sure she was fully coated in the cloying. Black substance. After  she was pulled free she was dumped in the feather and rolled about in them before being dragged out and paraded around the farm and she suffered her nightly gang rape like that in the night.
 
More and more vile indiginties and punishments were heaped on the racist blonde as her tenure as Naomi’s slave continued until after nearly three weeks and with one week remaining the black Domme came to Taylor after a particularly gruelling day and offered her a deal.
 
“Had enough bitch? I bet you have. Well bad news I still have you for 8 more days and I got even worse lined up for you. But tell you what, I can take you to the Club tomorrow night and if you obey my every command before the whole Club I will give you over to another Mistress for a week. This is a white bitch that wants her shot at you and I agreed a fee but only if you accept my terms, understand?”
 
Taylor nodded, all she knew was that it would be a week less in the thrall of this vindictive black cunt. She nodded her head submissively to agree and didn’t see the smirk on her foes face.
 
 
*
 
So it was that Taylor returned to the D Club three weeks after her humiliating loss in the fight. Naomi walked her in on hands and knees like the dog she had become. The other patrons were shocked at the state the once proud blonde was now in. She had lost a lotof weight, her ribs showing on the already thin frame. She looked haunted and fearful. Naomi made her kneel in the middle of the club and let everyone see the large, black words that were tattooed on her stomach “BLACK COCK WHORE” and on her back “BLACK COCKS ONLY” with an arrow leading down to Taylor’s ass. Even more shocking was when Naomi ordered Taylor to open her mouth and the crowd saw that Taylor’s perfect smile was now ruined as her four front teeth at bottom and top had been taken out over the course of her slavery leaving a huge, ugly gap, perfect for slipping a cock into.
 
There followed a show of the complete and utter subservience that Taylor now had to her most hated enemy as she kissed and licked Naomi’s boots then feet then ass in front of everyone. She obediently lay on her back and opened her mouth as Naomi squatted over her and pissed in her mouth and on her face then rolled over to lick what piss had landed on the floor. She bent over and pulled her ass checks apart as much as she could to allow Naomi to ass fuck her with a huge , black strap on then after Naomi was done Taylor obediently sucked and licked it clean straight from her own ass. Finally, Taylor knelt on the ground as Naomi got behind her and slowly began to shave her head bald with a set of electric shavers.
 
Taylor’s once glorious, flowing luscious blonde locks were swiftly reduced to bundles around her knees and her head a bald, stubbly mess. It was the final humiliation and the once tough, mean, hard bitch was reduced bawling, crying and sobbing as all her contemporaries watched on. She had been broken. But at least she would not be spending her last week of slavery to Mistress Naomi.

The rest of the night was a blur to Taylor, all she remembered was being unloaded from Naomi’s van and led into a cellar where she was unceremoniously thrown into a dungeon. She lay there for a few moments as Naomi and then Mistress Elizabeth slowly descended down the interior stairs into the cavernous cellar. Taylor blinked up at the sight of her mother.
 
She watched as money changed hands but it soon became clear it was not Elizabeth paying Naomi, rather the money was going in the other direction as Naomi paid Elizabeth and thanked her for her assistance during the fight. Taylor looked up and stared at her mother and Liz turned and flashed her trademark cocky grin at her destroyed daughter.
 
“What you thought I would help you win daughter? No, I wanted to see you defeated, humiliated and dismantled by Mistress Naomi and then returned to me. Where I am now going to put you back on the right path, clearly you are not suitable as a Dominatrix so I will make you the ultimate submissive. You thought the transformation I made to teri was extreme? Wait until you see what I will do with you!”
 
THE END.