Unbalanced · Part 3

Unbalanced · Part 3 (3/3)
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She picked up the red panties with her toenails and used her flexibility to Maneuver into the panties to the awe of Mitchell and the guard.

"Impressive," Mitchell exclaimed.

It was like a show for them as they watched Helen getting into her new clothes without any help. Helen used her left toes to pick up a sock and after much work, she succeeded in forcing her right leg into the sock. She was exhausted but the fear of the whip kept her going. She picked up the other sock and used her right leg to wear the sock on her left leg.

Mitchell and the guard were both thoroughly impressive. "Keep going. That's good." Mitchell complimented her.

Helen had no idea how she was going to put on the heels but still, she had to try. She put her right foot on the left heel and tried balancing her weight, but as she tried to stand up straight, her right leg slid forward and she fell down.

This time there was a different reaction from Mitchell and the guard as they both burst out laughing. Helen could feel a fresh wave of shame climbing her body and she felt like she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her.

Mitchell just couldn't stop laughing even when she signaled the guard to help her up and assist her in dressing. The guard helped Helen with the heels and wore the red spike collar over the young ballerina's neck.

"You are the worst ballerina I have ever seen." Mitchell mocked Helen in between her laugh. "Maybe if you spent less time trying to snatch my husband then you might have practiced more and become a better ballerina."

Helen looked down trying to see the rest of her body but her gigantic breasts blocked her view downward, reminded of her current deformity, she decided against looking at herself in the mirror.

"Oh, now you are looking the part," Mitchell said before picking up the mirror and facing Helen. "Here now look at yourself."

Helen closed her eyes. "I look horrible, please I can't see myself this way. Please."

"Do we really have to do this again?" Mitchell asked. She was still a bit sore from the previous lashing she gave to Helen, so she pointed at the guard and asked him to pick up the whip.

Helen still had her eyes closed trying to avoid the mirror when she felt another painful whip on her, the guard was much stronger than Michelle so these lashes were much more painful.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Helen screamed and she had to open her eyes in pain. She looked at the guard and pleaded with him.

"If you don't want another lash, then you better look in your mirror." Michelle barked.

"I can't see myself, ma'am." Helen cried out. "I look disgusting, please don't make me do this."

"Okay then. Whip her again. Keep whipping her until she looks at the mirror." Michelle commanded the guard.

"Please stop. Plea-" Helen begged but her pleas came with one more lash which stung her whole back and still found its way onto her left nipple.

Helen screamed out like a baby as the whip landed on her breast, jumping up and down like a baby.

"Okay. Okay. Stop. I will look in the mirror." She turned towards Michelle and looked at the mirror.

Helen could only see a completely different person, she looked like a cheap prostitute with an excessive boobjob, only that she looked worse because she had no arms. A cheap armless slut.

She looked at Mitchell but the speaker motioned for her to keep looking at the mirror. Tears flowed from the young ballerina's eyes as she stared at herself in the mirror. She had always been the most beautiful girl in all her social gatherings since she was an infant. The picture before her was a far cry from the beautiful ballerina who dazzled men with her performances on the stage.

"You see the reward for messing with me? Now you have a look that matches with your character." Mitchell mocked the already broken Helen. "Now let's head down to the dungeon."

Michelle led the way, followed by Helen, and then the guard was behind them all. Michelle led Helen down a narrow, winding staircase into the bowels of the mansion. The air grew colder and damper with each step, and the dim lighting cast eerie shadows on the stone walls. Helen's heart pounded in her chest as they descended deeper, a sense of dread filling her with every echoing footfall.

At the bottom of the stairs, they reached a heavy wooden door reinforced with iron. Michelle produced a key from her pocket and unlocked it with a sinister smile. She pushed the door open, revealing a dungeon that looked like something out of a medieval nightmare. The room was dimly lit by flickering torches, casting ominous shadows on the walls lined with chains and various torture devices.

"This," Michelle said, her voice cold and devoid of empathy, "is where we bring senators from my party when they disobey. We record their sessions to ensure compliance and loyalty. It's quite effective."

Helen's eyes widened in horror as she took in the grim scene. Iron shackles hung from the walls, and an array of cruel instruments lay on a table: whips, knives, and other devices designed for pain. The air was thick with the scent of fear and despair.

"But for now," Michelle continued, turning to Helen with a cruel smile, "this will be your new room."

Helen's legs gave way, and she collapsed to the cold stone floor, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Why are you doing this? Isn't this too much" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Michelle knelt beside her, lifting Helen's chin with a finger. "Because you need to learn your place, Helen. And because I can."

"Turn on the camera and get me your belt when you are done.." Michelle commanded the guard who quickly obeyed.

"Now bend over the bench over there with your feet on one side and your head touching the floor on the other side." Mitchell turned her attention back to Helen.

A few seconds went by and Helen was slowly turning towards the bench with tears dripping down her eyes once more.

"Or do you want Phil here to give you the same lashes he gave to you back then?" Michelle threatened.

Helen didn't want any more of the guard's lashing she received earlier, they were the most painful thing she had ever felt so she obeyed the speaker's command immediately and bent over the bench with her head touching the cold floor. Helen could see Mitchell and the guard upside down between her legs.

Mitchell grabbed the belt from the guard and stood next to the bench where she could swing freely without obstructing the camera's view. Then she pulled down Helen's panties so her ass and pussy lips were on display for all to see.

She placed her firmly on Helen's back, pressing her onto the cold hard bench. Michelle grazed the belt up and down Helen's body and between her legs, again her ass and pussy lips, reminding the young ballerina of just how exposed she was to everyone. Mitchell chuckled sadistically as she reared the belt back and swung it across Helen's naked ass, following all the way through. A loud smack echoed throughout the dungeon followed by a gasp from the guard. Helen let out a yelp as the belt landed again with full force. Two red stripes formed across both cheeks. Mitchell continuously whipped her over and over again until her ass was covered with bright red.

The pain intensified as the whipping continued. Helen tried to catch her breath and remain balanced on the bench. She was trying her best to stop the tears. Mitchell finally stopped and took a step back to admire Helen's burning ass. She tossed the belt to the floor as she said. "I can do better than this." Turning to the guard, "Could you get me a can from the table?" The guard picked up a long cane and handed it to Mitchell who was waiting eagerly.

Mitchell took the cane and rubbed Helen's body all over making sure to poke and prod her exposed pussy. She also poked the cane around his asshole, pushing the tip in and back out a couple of times. Helen let out a soft moan, She enjoyed the sensation of the cane around her anal walls a little bit. Mitchell smirked and swung the cane back. The sound of the cane swishing through the air filled the dungeon followed by a loud crack as the cane connected to Helen's bare skin. The cane left a thin red line across the center of both her cheeks.

The speaker continued to cane Helen's ass hard. With each strike, Helen felt like her ass was being ripped apart. Sweat dripped from her forehead as she struggled to stay centered on the bench. Her cries became louder and louder as she started pleading and trying to avoid the strokes, but there was nowhere to run.

"If you stay still you might just go home at the end of everything," Mitchell said while relentlessly driving the cane into Helen's ass over and over again. Her entire body trembled from the intense pain.

Mitchell finally stopped and stepped back to admire her work. Helen's ass was covered in purple welts. "Get up!" Mitchell ordered. Helen carefully got off the bench, desperately trying to wipe her tears away. Madame speaker smirked at her and ordered, "Now, kneel on the floor at the foot of the bench." With the promise of going home fresh on her mind, Helen did as she was told, shakily going down on her knees and facing the edge of the bench, her knees and the floor, and her purple ass in the air facing the camera.

Michelle straddled her and sat down on the young ballerina's back, facing the camera. "Spread your cheeks," she ordered. Helen reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks as far as they could go, exposing her asshole. Michelle raised the cane over her head and brought it down directly centered between Helen's cheeks, hitting squarely on Helen's exposed hole. The ballerina howled in pain as Mitchell caned her asshole and taint several times until she was weeping. Mitchell motioned for the guard to bring the camera closer and he did, capturing her hole and punished ass.

"You can relax now. I have a present for you." Mitchell announced.

Helen stood up and sat on the bench with her ass on fire but she still needed to rest. "Thank you, ma'am. Can I go home now?"

"You will be home soon but I have a present for you before you go home," Michelle told her.

"Which present?" Helen asked. "Please, I don't need any presents. Please just let me go"

"Oh, come on I can't let you leave just like that. Just be a little patient, your present will soon be here." Michelle told her and just as she completed her sentence the guard whispered something into her ear. "Oh, that's perfect. Your present is here. Let them come in,"

Just in the door of the dungeon swung in and stark naked black men with massive penises walked with their twelve-inch penises swinging freely.

"Ah, welcome Shawn and Carter," Michelle said to the two black men before turning to Helen. "Helen, this is Shawn and Carter. They are pornstars and they are normally needed when a few closeted senate members are trying to run an orgy but today they are here just for you."

Helen looked at the size of their cock and immediately burst into another round of loud tears. She couldn't form sentences anymore, she just cried.

"Oh don't cry, Helen," Michelle said. "Once they are done with you then you are free to go home."

"Is this my new life?" Helen wondered. "No, I have to do whatever I need to do and get home. I can't stay here anymore."

Before she could finish her thought Shawn walked over and bent her over the bench with her legs standing and her breasts resting on the table.

Shawn then shoved all of his cock into Helen"s butt and after a few thrusts, Helen groaned heavily. Shawn left his dick in for a while and when he pulled out everyone could see that he was pissing into Helen's butt. he was still pissing when he pulled out and Mitchell could see the piss running down Helen's legs. Helen looked depressed, she had never imagined that at one point he would be used as a urinal.

As Shawn hit his cock on Helen's ass for the remaining piss to spill on her ass, Carter came in and pulled Helen towards him. This was non-stop action and Mitchell loved it so much she picked up the camera and started recording herself.

"It seems you are in love with piss," Carter said. "it's time you get a load of them in your mouth"

He pushed Helen to her knees on the floor and held his cock close to Helen's mouth. Helen clenched his teeth so hard that even Carter couldn't get it open.

"You are almost there, Helen," Mitchell said. "don't you want to go home?"

Helen had to weigh up her choices. Drink piss and have a chance of going home or refuse even though he would still be forced open eventually since he was weak.

Helen slowly opened his mouth for Carter who smiled on seeing her do so.

"Enjoy, bitch," he said. Carter positioned Helen's mouth perfectly and shot his piss directly into Helen's throat. Helen didn't even have the chance to spit out as it went straight down her stomach. Michelle held the camera at a good angle as it captured the piss shot up and directly into Helen's waiting mouth.

Carter pushed his cock into Helen's mouth and waited until he was done dripping, then he opened his mouth once more and inspected it to make sure she had swallowed everything.

Helen had released an ocean worth of tears at this point but her tears just couldn't dry up and they kept on pouring. She was still regretting the decision which led her to this situation when Carter put her in the standing doggy position and forced his monster cock into Helen's backdoor while Shawn stood there stroking his meat. Carter was just picking up pace as he thrust Helen's ass. Helen was trying her best to take it after all, when they were done then she could go home.

Mitchell walked up to them and into Helen's ear she whispered. "I hope you have enjoyed everything so far because you are never going home"

"But you pro-" Helen tried saying something but Shawn forced his huge penis into Helen's mouth. All she said now was incoherent as the penis hit her throat.

Tears rolled down Helen's eyes as her ass was stretched wide to take it in. Shawn in front slammed his whole cock down Helen's throat pushing him back into Carter and causing his huge cock to go all the way in Helen's ass. Carter who who was fucking Helen's ass then shoved him forward causing her to choke on the cock in front of her.

They got into a rhythm of pushing him back and forth abusing her throat and ass. Then they started pushing together at the same time as tears from Helen filled the floor. her ass was completely stretched out around Carter's huge cock and Shawn in front was relentlessly shoving his cock down Helen's throat.

Helen gave up trying to fight and just let them have her body. They were savagely fucking her from both ends. Carter began ramming him even harder than before, her ass was elastic at this point. Carter shot his load inside Helen and pulled out as his cum dripped down Helen's leg.

Meanwhile, Shawn kept slamming Helen's throat with vigor. He held Helen's head deep on his cock and kept him there. As he was cumming, Helen was getting dizzy from gagging and not being able to breathe.

As Shawn pulled out his cock, Helen fell to the floor with cum pouring from his mouth as he desperately tried to breathe.

"Bitch. Did you really think you were going home?" Mitchell asked which was followed by a manic laugh that lasted for almost a minute. "You are never going home. In case you don't know that by now. You are a slave. My slave.”

She turned to the guard. "Get me a bottle of water." She turned her attention back to Helen. "You could cry out your blood but it won't change a damn thing. This is all your fault. You have no one else to blame."

Helen lay on the floor thinking about her life, the speaker was right this was all her fault. She could have just lived her quiet life as a ballerina and with her beauty, she would have attracted a nice husband but her desire for power put her in this position.

"I should have just declined Peter's advances from the very first day," she said to herself.

The guard returned with the water and handed it to Mitchell. "Here Helen, have some water, I can't have you dying of dehydration."

Mitchell held the water close to Helen and waited until Helen sat up. Helen needed the water but then she came to the realization that she didn't have her arms anymore.

"Oh, that's right. I forgot that you can't grab things anymore like you tried to grab my husband." Mitchell said and then let the water hit the floor spilling all over the ground. "I will release the video of this session on your social media accounts so your story could serve as deterrence to anyone trying to fuck with me."

"Let's go," the speaker said and as she left the room, the two pornstars followed her while the guard used one of the wall chains in the dungeon and bound it to Helen's spiked collar.

Helen stayed in the dungeon for a week, the days blurring into a monotonous cycle of despair and regret. Every day, she had to sexually satisfy any politician who Mitchell brought into the dungeon.

The cold, damp air seeped into her bones, and the darkness became a constant companion. She spent hours replaying her decisions, wondering how she had ended up in this hellish place. Yet, despite the crushing weight of her situation, she clung to the faint hope that Peter would come to rescue her.

Each day, she imagined his face, heard his promises in her mind, and held onto the belief that he would save her. The thought of him kept her going, a fragile lifeline in the oppressive gloom of the dungeon.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the heavy door creaked open. Helen squinted against the sudden influx of light, her heart leaping with a mix of hope and fear. As her eyes adjusted, she saw Peter standing there, his face etched with concern.

Tears welled up in Helen's eyes, a flood of relief washing over her. "Peter," she breathed, the name, Peter, a mixture of a plea and a prayer.

Peter leaned in to kiss her, but Helen turned her face away, her resolve firm despite her joy at seeing him. "Not until you get me out of here," she said, her voice trembling but resolute. "You have to get me out of this dungeon first."

Peter paused, his eyes searching hers. He nodded, understanding the depth of her trauma. "I promise, Helen. I will get you out of here. But you have to suck my cock first."

"What?" Helen screamed out.

He pulled down his pants, took off his shirt, and stood naked in front of her. His dick slowly getting hard. "Your new boobs are just fantastic. Plus I have always wanted to fuck an armless woman."

“This is what you always wanted,” Helen screamed. “You only wanted a sex tool, sick bastard.”

“You are going to blow me like the slut you are”. Peter said with a smirk on his face. He stood above her stroking his dick. "Who do you think told Michelle to also give you these huge boobs? She only wanted to cut your hands but I needed some new toys to play with."

Helen looked at him with spite and tried to spit on his face but it landed on his enormous penis. Peter laughed when her spit hit his dick. He brought his dick so close to her face, it almost hit her nose as he dangled it.

"I'm not sucking you ever," Helen shouted at him. She looked up at him and made sure he saw her clench her teeth.

Peter laughed, he seemed to be enjoying her resistance. He tore off her top and her bra without breaking a sweat. Peter reached out to the wall and grabbed the whip.

Helen flinched as she saw him grab the whip. She knew what he was going to do next and she didn’t want it.

Peter grabbed her massive boobs which were free to bounce on their own. He grabbed the nipples and played with them. The more she resisted the harder his cock became.

Peter placed his dick directly outside her mouth and tried to force his way in. Helen resisted him with every bone in her body. The more he pushed, the more she clenched her teeth.

Peter was enjoying himself smirking all the time apart from the laughs he had when he saw his teeth clenched. He picked up the whip and stretched it. He firmly grabbed the whip by the handle and started swinging it.

Helen closed her eyes as she saw him swinging the whip. She was expecting the worst as fear swept over her body. Her legs crawled to the corner as she was scared of what was coming. The whip hit Helen hard on her breast and she screamed uncontrollably. She suddenly felt his dick in her mouth as she let her guard down.

Peter was furiously pumping her mouth; he was thrusting deep until he hit the back of her throat. The sight of her huge breast heaving up and down as he fucked her mouth was a thing of beauty to him. He thrust so hard, his seven and half-inched cock disappeared in her mouth.

Helen was struggling to breathe. She felt the urge to puke and could feel it make its way up her throat where Peter was doing damage. Her mouth was bloated with Peter's dick and her puke searching for space.

Peter could feel the warm puke on his dick and it felt good. He could feel himself building up in his balls and he gave her one final thrust. He went so deep her face hit his thighs and he held her face to his lap as he shot his load deep into her throat and held her till he had emptied his balls in her. He pulled out from her mouth and picked up his clothes.

"Oh. That was wonderful. Now get some rest and get ready for our session tomorrow." Peter said as he tucked his cock into his pants.

Helen laid her weight on the wall looking defeated. She didn’t bother spitting out his sperm or puke as he removed his cock from her mouth. She opened her mouth and let his discharge drip down from her mouth down to her body.

Helen felt a wave of despair wash over her. She was trapped. She was alone. She was scared.

As Peter locked the door to the basement and walked away, Helen sank to the ground, tears streaming down her face.

She sat reminiscing the first time she met Peter, now she was armless and looking disgusting just because of him. All her life she heard of how all men were born equal but in her pursuit of a better life, she had been subjugated by another woman; more powerful albeit less beautiful. "Well, maybe life is Unbalanced after all."

Unbalanced · Part 3 (3/3)
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