Conditioning of a Scat Slave Pt. 03

Part 3 - Claudia Gets Put in Her Place

Eventually Claudia was taken out to a large barn behind the house, it was spacious enough inside to house about 8 cows at the far end. The smell was putrid as a result, but in the grand scheme of things she was about to be shit on, she hoped, by the Mistress.

Claudia was ushered to a steel trough, the kind farm animals feed and drink out of, but this one had clearly been customized. That was glaringly obvious by the retractable toilet seat fixed to one end. Inside at each end she could see a pair of wrist/ankle clamps and about 4 brackets with accompanying bolts welded to the floor directly under the toilet seat. One pair of brackets was slightly taller than the other, but they both seemed to flank where the head should sit. Claudia was nervous about what some of these additions were for.

Small spots of rust and stains on the trough's steel betrayed a previous usage. It also tilted downward towards the head. Claudia guessed it was so feces and urine would flow down toward the slave's head.

Clever, she thought. Clearly this was where she would be secured and she was uncomfortable. Claudia assumed that she would be made to lie in a bathtub with the freedom to move if necessary. A little naïve now that she thought about it, considering she replied to an ad for a toilet 'slave'.

"What?" asked the Mistress as though she'd read Claudia's mind.

"Did you think you would get the privilege of being inside my house? You really are a dumb little cunt, aren't you?"

Every time Claudia so much as invited the idea of speaking up, her courage was washed away by Mistress Eva and her timely words.

"Your place is here with the cows," she confirmed.

Mistress Eva snatched the panties from Claudia's mouth, slid them back on over the chastity belt; re-hooking them onto Claudia's frilly suspenders. She then spun Claudia around and pulled her panties inward to display the twin moons of Claudia's petite, well rounded ass. To ensure her cute behind remained on show, Mistress Eva tucked the panties in under the chastity belt.

"Aw, don't you look fucking adorable! Don't worry, soon you will literally be decorated as the worthless piece of shit that you are," mocked the Mistress.

Claudia could tell the Mistress was having fun now as she shoved her into the trough and lied her down face up and dressed as she was in heels, lingerie, and chastity belt. The trough was an iron mattress of ice against her back and exposed buttocks. Mistress Eva cradled Claudia's head, resting it between the 2 pairs of welded brackets. Claudia was worried by many things, among them was the very plausible prospect of a long trip back to London wearing a torn dress and shit stained lingerie and shoes. Her favorite shoes! These overwhelming and growing concerns left her paradoxically mute.

Meanwhile, Mistress Eva was lifting the toilet seat temporarily, so she could clamp her subject. Claudia awkwardly tried to evade eye contact with her tormentor as she allowed the Mistress to cross and lock her slender wrists into steel clamps just above her head. With the activity being so close to her ears, Claudia could hear every clink, tighten, and lock with great clarity.

Mistress Eva disconnected and discarded the chain connected to Claudia's collar and began pushing her neck down against the floor; shifting it up and down until it reached a desired location. The gyrating squeak of a turning bolt reminded Claudia of the screw holes at the back of her collar. Mistress Eva screwed both sides until the bolts could screw no more.

"There! Your wrists and neck shan't be going anywhere in a hurry," she said while giving the last bolt its final bind. With the collar now bolted firmly to the trough, Claudia was starting worrying about the purpose of the other, taller brackets. She could only just see them in the horizons of her eyesight as they weren't even as tall as her jawline.

The dedicated Mistress Eva continued clamping. Unlike the wrist clamps, that were welded, the ankle clamps were on chains which made them adaptable to varying height. Claudia's legs still needed to lunge out though to reach them. The stretch and pull on her legs was also causing strain on her bolted and collared neck.

That's going to hurt after a while, she thought.

Claudia was convinced the Mistress had mistaken her for an escape artist, as more chains appeared from nowhere.

This is overkill. Even with one wrist clamp I wouldn't be going anywhere, pondered a puzzled Claudia. Mistress Eva wasn't concerned about Claudia breaking free, but her arrangement was not without purpose, just like the chains she tied around Claudia's thighs. They spread open a valley which led straight to her dildo filled crotch. The chains were strong and inflexible, their tightness caved in to form an indent around the circumference of Claudia's upper legs. The click and squeak of the toolbox opening was followed by the appearance of a nose hook. Claudia had seen one just like it in a Japanese video once. Grasping onto her nostrils and pulling them back, hard, under the navigation of Mistress Eva. She tied it down to a small ring behind Claudia's head, leaving her gaping nostrils vulnerable to any dangers directly above.

Claudia watched in horror as the Mistress pulled out one last item from her mysterious toolbox. An adjustable, metal dental gag. It too was customized with a small bracket welded to each handle.

"I'm going to help you open up those pouty little slut lips of yours, so that we can turn them into shit lips. In fact, that shall be your name. Shitlips the toilet slave," she taunted, forcing the gag in between Shitlips' lips. She could do nothing as her mouth obliged to the gag pushing out in opposite directions. Mistress Eva stretched her painfully wide with the click of each adjustment. To Claudia it seemed like the clicks went on forever, but Mistress Eva was looking for a desired setting. Blind to Claudia, Mistress Eva was aligning and measuring.

"Your little gutter mouth spreads out just enough, these brackets should line up perfectly now."

Claudia had no clue what she was talking about.

After fussing over the exact position of Claudia's gagged mouth, Mistress Eva gripped her firmly by the hair when she was satisfied. Claudia watched as the secrets of her fate unraveled before her with Mistress Eva pushing down on the gag to pin her mouth and face down hard. She could hear the amplified clicks of metal on metal close to her ear. Still unable to see, Claudia could feel the pressure of a bolt being threaded through the bracket attached to the dental gag; a process repeated on the other side. Claudia eventually realized that the gag was being bolted to the steel brackets welded to the trough; all while pinning her face down against the floor and spreading her mouth wide.

Claudia let out a cumbersome "Aaaah!" as it dawned over her that she had no control over the movement of her face and open mouth.

"Now I've got those sweet little shit lips exactly where I want them," smiled Mistress Eva.

Along with her bolted down collar, Claudia was completely immovable from the neck up. She couldn't roll or nod her head. Panic strew through her.

The gag had another special function, a metal grill that protruded deep into the mouth and over the tongue; pinning it to the floor of the mouth. Claudia hadn't noticed it as it went in, but she now felt it; pressing her tongue down effectively. Claudia had anticipated the probability of having shit in her mouth, but she never imagined being gagged. There was more panic and deep breaths from Claudia at the idea of not being able to push any shit out of her mouth with her tongue. Swallowing was her hard limit, but she couldn't exactly communicate that now while gagged. Claudia tried pulling her tongue back towards her throat in an attempt to get it over the grill, but coughed and gagged.

"Don't you fucking dare, Shitlips!" screamed Mistress Eva. "Why do you think I bolted it down so deep? You stupid bitch!"

How the fuck did I let it get to this? Why didn't I just speak up earlier? thought Claudia, furious with herself. She tried giving a little moan in a meek attempt to get Mistress Eva's attention, but she was quickly dismissed.

"Keep quiet Shitlips, that throat of yours is nothing more than a sewerage system now."

If Claudia was out of her comfort zone before, she was now losing all control of the situation.

"Almost done Shitlips," assured Mistress Eva as she took back her nipple clamps. "Don't want to get these dirty now, do we? Maybe later, we'll see."

Claudia's nipples shone like bright swollen buoys on a mountainous sea of skin. She was absolutely fixed in place now. Luscious lips spread to their limits and everything within offered (in sacrifice) to the Gods above, while she lay below in the depths of purgatory.

Mistress Eva finished off her calculated masterpiece by taking a thick marker and writing on Claudia's cleavage. Obviously oblivious to what it said, Claudia imagined it some humiliating vitriol.

Mistress Eva kindly read it to her:

IM sHITLIPS, TOILET SLAVE AND SHIT EATING WHORE!