“No,” Dolly muttered. “He’s not one bit misogynistic. Not him.”
“Enough talk.” Madame Dartmore clapped her gloved hands. “Indira? The ball gag.”
“With pleasure, Madame.”
“Jing-Fei?” Mistress Josephine jumped in. “Why hasn’t the mayor’s cock been caged? We can’t allow him an erection while we’re heaping on the humiliation.”
“I don’t think there’s much chance of him getting hard,” Mei-Li said, “but we’ll put it on now.”
Jing-Fei disassembled the clear plastic cage while Charming pushed Pigman down on his knees. The mayor was still too drunk to put up a fight. He appeared to have moved beyond the angry stage of his nightly stupor—the stage that was most often broadcast on the eleven o’clock news and then parodied on late-night comedy shows—and moved on to the barely-conscious stage of stupor.
The whack on the head when they heaved him into the van probably didn’t help…
As Indira fitted the big red ball gag into Mayor Pigman’s mouth, Mei-Li crouched in front of him. She heaved up his big pot belly so Jing-Fei could fit the cock cage components around his limp dick. His skin released a putrid scent, like gin-tinted diarrhea, rotting flesh, and general filth.
“The lock’s on the floor,” Jing-Fei said to Mei-Li. “Could you grab it for me and slide it through the… oh, wait a second…”
The mayor screeched in pain, though the red ball between his teeth muffled his cries.
“Oops,” Jing-Fei said. “I must have caught his skin between the plastic when I was closing the case.”
“Gee, that’s a shame,” Charming said with a chuckle. “Hope his balls don’t bleed too much.”
As Mei-Li slipped the tiny lock into place and clicked it closed, Mistress Josephine said, “I’ve got plans for those balls.”
“I hope your plans don’t involve putting your face too close to them,” Mei-Lie said. “Because that whole area stinks. Like… stinks bad!”
Mistress Josephine looked to Madame Dartmore, who said, “We should probably hose him down before we get started.”
“I’ll get the hose ready,” Charming said, and went off toward the dungeon’s storage room.
“While we’re waiting, I want to see something.” Dolly snapped the lid off a tube of lipstick from the Sissy kit. “What’s that saying about lipstick on a pig?”
Everybody laughed while Dolly traced crimson lipstick around Mayor Pigman’s wide-open mouth. She got it all over the ball gag when he pulled away, but the mayor wasn’t going anywhere.
“What’s wrong, Mister Mayor?” Dolly teased. “Don’t you want to look pretty for your next big television appearance?”
“Mmm-mmm!” He shook his head and his paunch jiggled gelatinously.
“Don’t be silly,” Dolly said as she grabbed more makeup from the Sissy kit. “Your skin looks so pink and pasty every time you’re on TV. The makeup artist in me always wants to pretty you up.”
Taking a big cotton puff, Dolly dabbed it in loose powder. She blotted Pigman’s sweaty pink face, and she didn’t stop until he started sneezing. The sound was tremendous, because his bright red mouth was held open all the while. Mei-Li didn’t envy that ball gag. It must be covered in quite an assortment of the mayor’s liquid secretions by now.
“Why are you so angry, Mayor Pigman?” Indira came in behind him, held both his shoulders steady in her gloved hands, and pressed her stiletto heel at the dip of his back. He straightened up just in time for Indira to ask, “Are you afraid of being seen as effeminate?”
His pink skin glowed such a bright shade of red you could see it right through Dolly’s powder. He was not a happy camper.
Madame Dartmore took one step closer to the kidnapped mayor. “Dolly, sweetheart, I think our guest would look terribly lovely in some deep purple eye shadow.”
“And some of that shimmery bronzer blush,” Jing-Fei called out.
“One thing at a time,” Dolly said, with a laugh. “I’ll start with the shadow. Now close your eyes, Mister Mayor.”
He made angry noises and shook his head.
“What’s that?” Indira asked, digging her heel harder into his back. “We can’t understand you with that ball-gag in your mouth.”
“Do you want me sticking this makeup brush in your eye?” Dolly asked, in her sticky-sweet little-girl voice. “No you don’t. That’s right. So you’d better shut those eyes and keep them shut and you’ll be pretty as a peach in no time.”
“What’s wrong, Mister Mayor?” Mistress Josephine asked as his body trembled. “Is makeup really that scary? Or is it just women in general? Are we scary beasts, Mayor Pigman?”
Madame Dartmore added, “He can’t handle the thought of women asserting our sexuality on our terms.”
“Or of women being independent business-owners,” Jing-Fei added.
Mei-Li said, “Especially if we’re not lily-white. No offense, Dolly.”
“None taken.” She flicked her blonde ringlets over her porcelain shoulder and switched from shadow to blush.
“Do we scare you, Mister Mayor?” Indira jabbed him again. “Are you shaking in your boots?”
“He’s not wearing boots,” Charming said, dragging the heavy duty hose across the dungeon floor. “He’s not wearing anything at all. He’s buck naked in all his ugliness, and we’re laughing our asses off because, man, you got a tiny dick. I never seen one so small.”
Mei-Li joined in the humiliation. “Your poor wife! We should send her a gift basket of extra-large dildos.”
Madame Dartmore smirked as Dolly popped up and said, “There! Isn’t she gorgeous?”
“I wouldn’t say gorgeous,” Mistress Josephine replied. “I might say fetching, but that could come across as an insult to dogs.”
“Why?” Dolly’s brow knitted as she reached for the sterling hand mirror.
“Fetching? Dogs?” Mistress Josephine asked. “Dogs fetch… oh, never mind. It obviously isn’t funny if I have to explain it.”
With a shrug, Dolly held up the mirror so Mayor Pigman could see his reflection. He turned away, obviously tormented by the sight of himself wearing powder, lipstick, eye shadow and blush.
“He doesn’t appreciate your work, Dolly.” Indira shook her head.
“You know why?” Jing-Fei hopped to the Sissy kit and pulled out a bright pink wig. “Because he’s missing a little something!”
Everybody laughed and sneered, and called out, “Put it on! Put it on!” The mayor shook his head wildly, but Jing-Fei got right in there and slammed the wig down on his head, nice and tight so it wouldn’t fall off.
“There!” she said. “That’s a little bit better. He’ll never win any beauty pageants, but we’ve done our very best.”
“And now it’s time to hose down that ass!” Placing the thick hose between her legs, Charming fired on Pigman’s rear. “Whoa, this thing packs a punch.”
Mei-Li rushed over to lend a hand. Standing behind Charming, she grabbed the hose, too, bringing it right up between her legs. Oh, wow! When she held the hose at the apex of her thighs, she could actually feel the water coursing through it. She couldn’t see over Charming’s shoulder, but when she peeked around her side, she got a good glimpse of the cold water shooting out of the hose and splashing against Mayor Pigman’s pumpkin-like butt.
Suddenly, Mei-Li’s intense urge to pee came roaring back. The hose certainly wasn’t helping. She left it to Charming and danced across to the stairs without stopping to excuse herself.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Madame Dartmore roared.
Charming turned off the hose and dropped it to the concrete floor.
“Who, me?” Mei-Li asked in the smallest voice she had. “Just… upstairs? To pee?”
Madame Dartmore and Mistress Josephine shook their heads in unison.
“What do you mean?” Dolly asked. “You mean she’d not allowed to pee?”
“Oh, she can pee, all right.” Mistress Josephine marched across the wet floor an
d grabbed Mei-Li by the wrist. “She’s got a perfectly good toilet right here.”
Mei-Li gulped when Mistress Josephine waved her hand to indicate the bound and gagged Pigman. His make-up had survived the hose pretty well, and the tips of his wig were only a little bit wet.
“I’m supposed to pee on the mayor?” Mei-Li said, shrinking away before Madame Dartmore could grab her other wrist and pull her closer. “But we just cleaned him!”
Madame Dartmore laughed. “Our mayor will never come clean. Aim for his face.”
“No!” Dolly whined. “I worked really hard on that face.”
“Fine,” Madame growled, dragging Mei-Li around to his rear. “Then piss down his ass crack.”
Mei-Li gazed at his huge pink butt. At least he didn’t stink so badly anymore.
“Really? You really want me to pee on him?”
“Unless you can produce a nice big turd to drop on his chest,” Mistress Josephine said.
Mei-Li gulped. “No, I only have to pee right now.”
“Then that’ll have to do.” Reaching between her legs, Madame Dartmore pulled Mei-Li’s bodysuit to one side. The sturdy thong rubbed against her asshole, and she gasped because the sensation was unexpectedly gritty.
When she looked around the dungeon, her compatriots all gazed back expectantly. The only person in the room who wasn’t looking at her was Mayor Pigman. It seemed he was trying to turn his head, but his neck was too thick. Which was just as well, because Mei-Li was nervous enough with all the girls staring at her.
“Well?” Indira asked. “Think you’re gonna piss any time soon?”
Jing-Fei tapped her foot on the concrete. “Yeah, we don’t got all day.”
“I’m sorry! I’m nervous! Peeing in front of other people isn’t the easiest thing in the world, you know.”
“Sure it is.” Mistress Josephine heaved the mayor’s face to the floor with the heel of her boot, and then pressed Mei-Li closer, so she was almost straddling his huge backside. “Natural as anything. Just let go and pisss…”
“Pisss!” all the girls said, letting out a few giggles here and there.
Mistress Josephine and Madame Dartmore each took a side and parted Mei-Li’s bare pussy lips with their gloved fingers. Mei-Li absolutely loved the long black opera gloves they all wore, but being touched in such an intimate way threw her for a loop.
“I think she needs a little help,” Madame Dartmore said. “Or she’ll never be able to piss on the mayor.”
“Hell, I’m your man,” Charming said, and pulled her body suit to the side. Parting her pussy lips with her fingers, she exposed the pink of her slit. Bending a little at the knees, she started peeing pretty much right away.
“I want in on this,” Dolly said, and exposed herself too. Standing at Pigman’s right-hand side, she tinkled on his pink skin.
Piss ran in streams off the mayor’s back and down the valley of his ass crack. All the girls started pissing on him from every possible angle. Their freedom inspired Mei-Li to let go of her apprehensions and release her pee. When she did, the mayor whinnied like a mule. She’d struck him straight in the asshole with her stream of piss.
“Good girl,” Madame Dartmore said, folding Mei-Li’s bodysuit over her wet cunt when she’d finished. “You’ve all done very well.”
Mistress Josephine let go of Mei-Li and walked across the room to pick up a simple wooden chair. She set it behind the mayor’s dripping ass and said, “It’s time to delve into the next phase of our little plan.”
Dolly grasped Mei-Li’s arm and said, “Ooh, I’m nervous about this part.”
“Is that so?” Madame Dartmore asked. “Well, then, perhaps you should be the first to occupy the pegging chair.”
Mayor Pigman’s pink wig shook side to side, and he hollered madly. Good thing they’d shoved that ball gag in his mouth. The last thing any of them wanted to listen to was his racist, misogynistic, and wildly homophobic rantings. In fact, Mei-Li’d been wanting strap a gag over his perpetually drunken mouth since before he was elected.
Now he wiggled and waggled on the concrete floor, trying to escape his zip ties. Good luck! Even without the boozy stupor, he’d have been stuck like a pig.
Mistress Josephine led Dolly gently to the chair. She and Madame Dartmore were always so kind with the girl, who really lived up to her name. She was everybody’s doll, to dress and undress, to play with…
But none of that mattered right now. They were on a mission, and this phase involved Dolly setting one foot on the floor while she raised the other heel, resting it against the mayor’s fleshy posterior.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Madame Dartmore cried. “Look at him, wriggling around on the floor like a damn night-crawler. Who’s got a collar? And a leash? Anyone? We need control this beast.”
“I’ll grab a collar,” Indira said. “And a leash.”
Charming went with her, to sort through the dungeon’s ample supplies for something large enough to fit around the mayor’s thick neck. The more he struggled, the deeper Dolly’s stiletto heel sunk into his skin. She grimaced and said, “Hurry up, you guys. The mayor’s ass is eating my shoe!”
Madame Dartmore grabbed a switch off the wall and whipped his back fat. The switch screamed through the air, but not nearly as loudly as Mayor Pigman did when it landed sharply against his flesh. Mei-Li could just imagine how red his face must be under all that make-up. His cheek would be smooshed against the concrete floor and he’d be sweating profusely by now, but she didn’t have the stomach to check him out. She didn’t like looking at the mayor at the best of times. And he was certainly not at his best right now.
“This should work,” Indira said, running over with a large human collar.
When Mayor Pigman struggled to get away from Indira and her collar, Madame Dartmore shocked him into submission with a swift series of switch whips. “Behave yourself, Mister Mayor. You’re in my dungeon now.”
He shrieked around his ball gag with every whip, and Mei-Li could certainly see why. The switch left hot red streaks across his skin. It must have stung like hell. Sure she could dole out the punishment as well as any of the girls, but she tended to be subtler in her approach.
As Jing-Fei helped Indira get the collar around Mayor Pigman’s thick neck, Charming stood off to the side, holding the leash. The mayor struggled like the animal he was, and Dolly’s heel in his ass cheek didn’t seem to help his mood any.
“There,” Charming said, yanking back on the freshly-attached leash. She handed it to Dolly. “He’s all yours.”
“Eww.” Dolly shuddered. “I don’t think I want him.”
As the pretty girl held the mayor’s leash, Mistress Josephine strutted over with a handful of zip ties. “I think we ought to secure his ankles to that chair, so the more he jerks away from you, the harder he gets hammered.”
“Good idea,” Dolly said, as Mistress Josephine and Charming zip-tied the mayor to the chair. Mei-Li felt a little guilty for not helping much, but the thought of coming anywhere close to Mayor Pigman really grossed her out.
Madame Dartmore waltzed over to Dolly, holding in her hand the first of many instruments they’d created solely for today’s adventure. It was a slim dildo, not too big at all, with a hole drilled through the core.
“Up,” Madame Dartmore instructed.
“Easier said than done.” Dolly yanked her heel from Mayor Pigman’s butt blubber, then stuck her foot up in the air. “Ready!”
Madame Dartmore grabbed Dolly’s foot with one hand and crammed the dildo onto her stiletto heel with the other. “There. All we need is a little lube.”
“Not that he deserves it,” Mistress Josephine said as she drizzled cold lube down the mayor’s ass crack. He obviously wasn’t happy about it, but when he struggled, Indira set the toe of her boot down on his neck and forced his face against the floor.
In the meantime, Mistress Josephine rubbed lube all over Dolly’s stiletto dildo. “Are you ready for this?”
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sp; The mayor struggled, and Indira pushed harder on his neck. “He’s ready.”
“I’m not sure if I am,” Dolly said, aiming her dildo tentatively at his ass.
Mei-Li tittered. “Am I the only one who thinks this is funny? A dildo stuck onto the heel of a shoe! I mean, that’s… isn’t it?”
The others offered snide grins. They were enjoying this way too much.
The mayor growled around his ball gag as Dolly pressed the tip of her dildo against his asshole. She squealed when the whole thing slipped right in. “Oh my god, I think his ass is trying to eat me!”
Jumping out of the chair, she pulled her shoe-dildo from Mayor Pigman’s ass and hopped away.
“What the matter with you?” Madame Dartmore clucked.
Dolly kicked her foot madly, trying to get the dildo off. “It was gross. I’m sorry, but his butt just swallowed my heel right up!”
Mistress Josephine rolled her eyes. “Who’s next?”
Indira stepped forward. “That would be me.”
“Ahh, so you’re the purple dildo.” Madame Dartmore plucked it from the toolbox.
Indira hopped into the chair behind Mayor Pigman and took up the reins. “Next size up from Dolly.”
“It doesn’t look too much bigger,” said Mei-Li.
“It is,” Dolly cut in from the sidelines. “We measured.”
Madame Dartmore crammed the purple dildo on Indira’s heel and Mistress Josephine slathered it with lube.
“Ready, Mister Mayor?” Indira asked. “This might hurt a little…”
Running her dildo-clad heel down the mayor’s mortifying ass crack, Indira let out a frightening giggle. She pulled back, only long enough to set the toe of her boot at the crusty apex of his crack. From there, she launched her dildo into his ass.
It offered even less resistance than it had to Dolly’s.
Indira slid forward in her chair as the mayor’s ass sucked her heel in, all the way to the sole. “I don’t believe this,” she said. “The whole fucking dildo’s in his ass! Just like that! No resistance or anything.”
“This is crazy,” Mei-Li said. The whole reason she’d elected to go with the largest size was that she figured they’d never get there. What were the chances?
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