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Subject: {ASSM} Celebrity Status, Part 1 by Thndrshark (sm, tor, nc, rubber, pierce, etc.)
Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2001 01:10:03 -0400
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Celebrity Status
by Thndrshark

Part 1

Marcus knew his dark mansion was foreboding. That's one of the reasons
he had bought it when his first successes made it possible. The land
it was set on was one of the largest parcels available in the Santa
Monica Mountains, bordered by state land off limits to hikers. Planes
couldn't even fly overhead for fear of dreaded updrafts from nearby
cliffs. The result was one of the most secluded residences in Southern
California. Most felt it wasn't out of order. Marcus, in years past,
had quickly become one of the most successful grunge rockers in the
world. With that came the largest fan group of any contemporary, and
thus the need for security and privacy. None would have imagined that
he and his girlfriend had chosen to make it an unusual home for some
of their more avid fans.
     Nicky and Marcus had met three years ago, just as he had begun to
rise in success. She had been only 19 to his 28, but her beauty alone
drew his attention. Her 5’ 10” frame was topped by long,
dark hair that feell down her back. Dark green eyes and a round face
made her attractive to men; 38D breasts and mile long legs made her
hot. Marcus could hardly hold himself back. After several dates, it
was Nicky that opened the door to bondage and S&m. She encouraged
Marcus to tie her up that first time, and soon she had convinced him
to use her more frequently in bizarre and severe ways, even to the
point of packing her in a crate and shipping her to their European
tour date. Despite both their love of the scene, quickly they both
tired of the games they played. Marcus learned that caring for someone
made it difficult to truly abuse Nicky. He wanted to, and she wanted
him to, but soon they both realized it wouldn't work. It only took a
short time before they both realized that there were other ways to
have fun.
     They had been in a big city touring. Instead of the typical hotel
room, Marcus had arranged a house in the country to rent. The privacy
was greater and the accommodations far more comfortable. The other
band members chose to stay in town, and knew that he and Nicky wanted
to be alone. So nobody minded. They were certain nobody but their tour
manager knew the location of the secluded house. But on that last
night, as they headed home after a Thursday night date, they found a
surprise. Nicky noticed first that the bedroom door was closed. Both
were concerned at first, since they had left their bondage toys in an
open bag inside. She motioned for Marcus and together they slowly
opened the door to look inside. Perched in the center of the bed was a
young girl. Wearing only a small cotton g-string, she was kneeling,
her knees spread and head bowed. A white satin scarf was covering her
eyes. Both watched for a moment, wondering what to do. Neither had
ever been faced with something like this, and though it was obvious
what the girl wanted, neither knew where to start. Nicky glanced to
the side table, noticing a video camera connected to their TV, and a
simple note on top saying "play me." They both walked in and Nicky hit
play.
     The video was mostly point of view, and narrated to the voice of
what they assumed was the girl. At first it was obvious she was
looking around the room and, to their surprise, looking through their
toy bag. After a moment, the girl set the camera on the dresser and
pointed it at the side of the bed, then stepped back. She seemed to be
fairly young, maybe only 16 years old. She was a beautiful girl, about
5' 7", a thin 110 lbs, with long legs, a thin waist and long blonde
hair. She smiled at the camera and began taking her clothes off. After
a moment, she slipped off her bra and panties, and posed. Marcus could
see Nicky subconsciously licking her lips. He knew she was enjoying
the view of both the girl's ample 36D breasts, as well as her hairless
pussy. The video abruptly cut off and both turned to look at their new
playmate.

     That first night revealed a lot about their relationship and the
world they had available at their fingertips. They had immediately
gagged the girl, noticing she had used their handcuffs, locking her
wrists behind her back without knowing where the key was. Even if she
wanted to escape before they returned, she would have to do so nearly
naked and cuffed. This girl had wanted Marcus to take her. Nicky left
the room as Marcus went to her and removed the blindfold. He lifted
her chin.
     "You know who I am?" the girl nodded vigorously, her eyes
gleaming as her apparent dream was coming true. "I want you to tell me
some things about yourself or I'll unlock you and send you home, ok?"
Again, a nod. "Be honest with me and we can have some fun, lie to me
and I can tell, and this whole thing will end before it gets started,
and I'll have you arrested for breaking and entering." The girl's eyes
grew wide and she shook her head in fear. "Do you're parents know
where you are?" A no. "Do they expect you back tonight?" Another no.
Marcus glanced down to her jeans, then began looking for some form of
identification. He found none. Something in his mind clicked, and he
decided to press it home. "Did you run away from home?" A nod. Hmmm.
"Is anybody looking for you?" No. "How about friends, wouldn't they be
 looking for you?" A big no. "Are you even from this town?" Another
no. "So nobody knows you are here?" Another no. "Ok, more importantly,
are you 18?" Hesitation, then a nod. "You're lying. I'm sending you
home." As he moved to unlock her, she whined, then shook her head no.
"Ok. One more lie and I send you to the cops. Are you 16?" A nod.
"That's what I thought. Ok, now I need to know what you are here for.
Are you hoping we will fall in love?" A no. Good. "Do you want to just
have sex?" Another no. "But you do want to do things for me?
Sexually?" A nod. Marcus smiled. This was going to be fun.

     It had been just over 2 months since that girl had appeared on
their bed. The first night had been fun, as Marcus had used her as
their slave. The biggest surprise was her aversion to women.
Apparently she never thought that Marcus might have a girlfriend, nor
was she thrilled that he made her service Nicky as well. He could tell
it was disgusting to her, which made it even more fun. That first
night began easy, but with the apparent fact that the girl had no
family nor any person looking for her, it was an easy decision to keep
her. To get her home, Nicky borrowed a large equipment case from the
roadies then, with the addition of straps and extra latex, wrapped the
girl into a tight ball and wedged her inside. Despite the large gag,
the girl was panicked at the thought of being shipped home like this.
Nicky simply kissed her on the forehead.
     “You’re in for quite a ride, little girl,”
Nicky cooed. “And I don’t mean the trip home…”
The girl’s cries slowly muffled as she fit the thick foam over
her form, then Nicky fit the heavy metal top on. With the addition of
some locks, there was no way to know what was inside.
     Once home, she became their canvas, the first girl they could
experiment with. She quickly learned that she was in for more than she
ever bargained for. For those first weeks, as he and Nicky decided
what they wanted to do with their first slave, Marcus had constructed
a large dungeon in the basement of his house. Finally complete, the
girl was given in injection to knock her out, then brought into the
hidden chamber. Waking up, spread eagle, suspended by her wrists, she
felt disoriented. The previous year had been both a dream come true
and an unexpected nightmare. She had been so excited that her idol
Marcus had decided to keep her as his slave, she had hoped it would
turn into something more traditional, as if slavery could be anything
like that. But her forced servitude to Nicky, his girlfriend, and the
shocking forms of bondage and torture she had experienced was more
than she thought possible. It had taken four days to get home in her
crate. Before then, the longest she had ever been in bondage had been
two hours, and that was in soft rope and handcuffs. After her journey
home in the back of the semi-trailer, she had never been in such pain,
nor as scared. But instead being released into freedom, she had been
injected with some drug, knocking her out, and woke in heavy chains,
locked to a ring set in a stone floor of a windowless cell. On her
knees, her ankles spread wide and a heavy collar locked around her
neck, then attached to the floor, her arms spread wide and chained,
she was unable to resist any advances. For a week she remained there,
forced to endure the humiliation of repeated penetrations that both
Nicky and Marcus could offer. Twice a day she would be given a huge
enema, then fed a mixture of gruel that tasted like dirt. She never
imagined that the great Marcus would treat her like an animal, and
abuse her so horribly. But, as the days went on, with no relief in her
position or status, she feared that her hopes for a classic and
romantic life as a celebrity’s sex slave, had turned into a
nightmare.
     Now, as she woke, she could feel cool air on strange parts of her
body. As the drug wore off, she could tell she was in a new room. Her
arms and legs had begun to ache from the harsh spread she had been
bound in, and as her eyes focused, she could see a large mirror placed
across the room. Despite the huge gag, she wailed through it as she
could see that they had removed her long hair, shaving her head bald.
Her face looked alien without eyebrows as well. After a moment, she
was able to focus on something else new. A dull ache seemed to ebb
from several parts of her body, and despite the humiliation of her now
hairless body, she focused on the gleaming points now on her. A shiny
ring now adorned her clit, with matching rings in her nipples and
septum. As she dangled in the dungeon, she knew she was going to
regret her seemingly harmless idea to surprise Marcus.

      Now, 2 years later, the girl most certainly regretted her
decision. As Marcus waited quietly in his living room for the visiting
journalist, he absentmindedly reached out to find her on her knees
beside him. He remembered back to those early days, working with Nicky
to find what they could do to this helpless girl. In the process of
discussing the shaving, Nicky had discovered a European treatment that
would permanently prevent hair growth. Thus, the shaving became
permanent. Of course she made sure she told the girl everything they
would do to her, if anything to see the humiliation and pain cross her
face. It only took a month or so before the girl was convinced she
would never have body hair again. Even her eyelashes were removed,
leaving her a look of a mannequin. She learned just how permanent the
piercings were from Nicky, but also from the lack of seams in the
rings, their ends soldered together permanently. They liked to do
things to her as she slept, drugging her without her knowledge, then
allowing her to wake from what she assumed was a single night, to
discover her new modification. Within that first month, the girl woke
to find the gag in her mouth gone for the first time. She worked her
jaw, enjoying the freedom, then, as she went to lick her lips, found
she couldn't move her tongue. Marcus had added thick, small rings to
the tip and down the side of her tongue, then used a small dental
drill and enamel glue to lock the rings to her teeth. A series of five
rings down each side connected to the base of her teeth, welded into
position, while the tip of her tongue was similarly welded to her
front teeth. Nicky again took pleasure in explaining that this was
just the start, and she would never speak again. It was at that point
that Marcus realized something.
     "You know, Nicky? We don't know her name?" They both laughed at
the realization. She hadn't been ungagged since that first night
nearly a month ago, and neither had thought to ask her name at that
time. Those simple facts seemed to humilate and break the girl’s
spirit far more than anything else.
     Over the years, they had added other modifications, slowly
reducing the girl’s ability to interact with the world. Every
night they cuffed her arms behind her back, then attached a ceiling
chain to them. With the aid of a crank, they lifted her wrists higher
and higher, allowing her own weight to force them up her back. In the
evening, as they left her alone, she would be perched on her tip toes,
moaning in pain as her shoulders began their nightly ache. By morning,
she would be standing flat footed as she had adjusted to the strain.
By the second week, Marcus had devised a mechanical device that would
automatically maintain tension. Now, the mornings found her still on
her toes, crying in pain from a night of torture, but her wrists much
further up her back. By the end of the third week, her wrists were at
shoulder blade level and her elbows were touching. Just to be cruel,
Nicky insisted on keeping her in training for another five days,
enjoying the sight of her on toes throughout the night. When they were
ready for her next step, her arms could maintain a reverse prayer
indefinetely. The girl cried the entire time Marcus and Nicky added
their latest modification. Her arms, accustomed to being bound
together so her elbows touched, were unstrapped to free her wrists
only, and the girl could feel Nicky wrapping her hands into tight
balls with electrical tape. Soon, she was unable to move her fingers
at all. Tight rubber covers were stretched over the fists until the
tape was covered with seamless latex. The ball-like gloves reached
halfway up her forearms, where the snug rubber was sealed with cement.
It would be nearly impossible to remove them without danger of cutting
the girl's wrists. They took a moment to show the girl her hands,
making her realize how useless they had become. "No more hands, I'm
afraid," Marcus chuckled. Nicky loved seeing the stream of tears on
the girl's cheeks, but was eager to continue. He quickly attached the
custom cuffs that fit her wrists perfectly. The ends met seamlessly
and Marcus slipped the steel pin down a small hole traversing the
width of the connection point. The rod was screwed into the base,
ensuring the cuffs were connected tightly. With the help of a wrench,
he gripped the end of the pin extending beyond the hole. Twisting it
hard, the metal snapped just below the edge. “That’ll
never come off now,” Marcus murmured, making sure the girl
heard. As he repeated the action with the other cuff, Nicky unstrapped
her elbows and Marcus removed the girl’s leather collar, then
applying a wide metal collar to match her new wrist cuffs. As he
screwed the pin in place, he made sure it was tight, then broke it off
as well. The cuffs were joined by a ring with two pivot mounts on
either side, and he now pulled up to a loop at the back of the collar,
slowly inverting the girl's wrists until they climbed up her back. The
rings slipped into a mount and locked into place. With a slight wiggle
of her new stumps, the girl could tell her useless hands were now
mounted just behind her neck. As she thought about this, Nicky
attached two more cuffs to her arms, just above the elbow then, with
Marcus' help, they forced her elbows back together until the two cuffs
met. A final click told them that the pin on one side had slipped into
the mounting hole on the other side, holding her lower arms together.
Once again, they held up a mirror to show the girl her new bondage.
     "I hope you like this. We spent a lot of time training you to
withstand this bondage," Nicky whispered in the girl's ear. She stood
behind her, caressing her exposed breasts and showing her how her arms
were practically invisible. "Everything is riveted in place, I'm
afraid. No more hands, no more arms… ever." The girl began
crying again.

     As time passed, they had added other modifications. A dentist had
sanded down her teeth, then capped all of them with soft rubber teeth
mounts. Regular saline injections from the first day of her arrival
had slowly, and painfully, increased her breast size from the nice 36D
they already were, to a massive 40FF. Combined with harsh waist
training, reducing her down to a tiny 15 inches, the two combined made
her body look distorted, but somehow exciting to Nicky. The girl no
longer could live without a corset, however, and soon they had a steel
spring waist cincher made for her. To increase her discomfort, the
rubber-coated stainless steel was created to close to 10 inches, an
impossible size. But the constant tension would provide a life long
crushing pressure on the girl's waist. Marcus looked down now to
admire the girl's feet. Long ago she had been trained to wear ballet
shoes, forcing her to learn to walk on her toes only, until removing
the shoes became far more uncomfortable than leaving them on. Soon,
custom work had created a smooth rubber shoe that, with the aid of
steel bands that locked around each toe, would be permanently mounted
on her feet. The added bonus, for Nicky and Marcus that is, was the
lack of a heel. The point of the shoe forced the toes into a painful
pinch, and no support behind the shoe forced the girl to rest all her
weight on her tortured toes. Despite the horrible modifications she
had already experienced, the girl cried freely as they placed the new
shoes on her. She knew the finality of the pins slipping into the
mounting holes meant that the shoes would never leave her feet again.

End of Part 1

comments, questions welcome at thndrshark@earthlink.net
visit my site at www.gwenmedia.com/thndrshark.htm

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