For my Lord

FOR my LORD

Introduction

i am a slave! And this is my story. my Lord is my owner; He is a rich and powerful man who lives in The Netherlands. i am a 30 year old Irish woman, 5’ 8” tall, 34B/24/36 with pert and perky breasts, long dark curly hair and a neatly trimmed “landing strip”.

my Father was a strict Catholic and he would regularly spank me when i was a child; nothing sexual or abusive, merely because i deserved to be punished. However, my Father died when i was 14 and after that i ran wild; boys, underage drinking etc. though never drugs, or even tobacco (i did try smoking but it made me sick). i have been sexually active since i was 16; very active while i was at university, where i had many sexual experiences with both males and females.

Perhaps my most outrageous experience was when, on a Wednesday afternoon, which was free for recreational activities, i met a guy named Mike, who was a year ahead of me. After a few drinks, i agreed to go back to the house He shared with three other men. W/we ended up in bed, but Mike accidentally(?) left the bedroom door wide open and His three friends came back and caught us in the act. They all wanted a piece of me and i was happy to oblige. When They had all fucked me, i showered while one of them prepared some food downstairs. After dinner W/we sat around listening to music and having more drinks. i was lying with my head in Mike’s lap and i realised He was hard again. i whispered to Him, asking Him if He wanted me to do something about it. He replied that He wanted me to suck Him, right there in front of the others, but He wanted me nude while i did it. Slightly tipsy, i quickly stripped and knelt before Him, giving Him my best blow-job. Of course, i ended up sucking all four of them.

This became my regular Wednesday recreational activity; four rampant boys to fuck me, dinner and a long cock sucking session to follow. After a few weeks, while showering while They were downstairs preparing dinner, i had an idea; i decided not to get dressed, after all, i would only end up stripping again before too long. So i went downstairs naked. The guys loved it! And there i was, sitting naked at the table as W/we ate dinner.

The last week of term, Their last week at university, They planned something special for me. Instead of fucking me, They used me as a bukkake girl with me naked on my knees as They stood around me. i sucked Them all, swapping from one to another, until They were all on the verge. Then They all shot Their loads over my face and hair. They wouldn’t let me clean up, so i had to sit at the table and eat dinner with Their jism streaked across my face. i felt so sexy, especially when, after we had eaten, They told me to masturbate for Them before another fellatio session. All the time with Their cum drying on my face and hair while They took souvenir photographs of me. Only the following morning was i allowed to shower.

In my final year at university, i was in a relationship with a man who exploited my submissiveness to pimp me out to His friends; and one of my Tutors. Pretty soon, the other Tutors were using me as well.

Then i was selected to ‘entertain’ a member of an important visiting European delegation. The Man i was sent to was to become my Lord. In His hotel room, He bound and whipped me (gently) before giving me the fuck of my young life.

He took me back to His mansion in The Netherlands for a week, where i lived as His sex slave. And i knew that this was my destiny.

So i was very disappointed when He sent me back to the university with instructions to work hard and achieve the best results that i could.

After graduating, i returned home, got a job and tried, unsuccessfully, to settle into a normal life.

Looking back, i think that i have always had a submissive streak, a result of my strict upbringing i guess. Certainly, my masturbatery fantasies centred on me being a sex slave in various scenarios or perhaps a pain-whore in a BDSM brothel. But apart from my time with my Lord, i had limited and unsatisfying experience of BDSM. So, i started to use Internet chat-rooms that catered for people with such tastes. There, out of the blue, i again came into contact with my Lord.

He started to control me via the chat-room and e-mail and then He instructed me to visit Him, at His expense. So i flew into Schipol and was met by His chauffeur. During my stay i was again subject to bondage and corporal punishment; i didn’t realise at the time but i now know it to have been very mild, and He used each of my fuck holes at will.

At the end of my stay, much to my disappointment, i was again returned home.  However, a month later, having sorted out my affairs and told everyone that i was going travelling, i arrived back at the home of my Lord. The first thing was that i had to sign a slave contract. i won’t go into the details now, but suffice to say i became the property of my Lord, to serve Him in any way He desired. He could sell me, lend or rent me out, or, if He tired of me, He could turn me out with only the clothes i stood in. There was no escape clause for me; i had signed myself into a life of servitude.

My training began immediately; i was made to strip and kneel before my new owner and a steel collar was locked, snugly, around my neck. my wrists were cuffed behind my back and a chain leash was clipped to my collar. i was then led outside at the back of the house where i was made to watch as my belongings were burnt on a bonfire. All that remained was a small bag containing toiletries and cosmetics, which i was told, would only be available to me on special occasions.

He then took me down into the cellar where i was strung up and given by far the most severe flogging i had ever suffered, as all my Lord’s household staff watched. Then, as i hung from my bonds, my Lord informed me that this was to welcome me to my new life of pain and degradation. What i had just suffered was a punishment whipping and that if i wished to avoid another such flogging, i had better learn quickly how to be a good slave. He also showed me a print-out of a certificate which authenticated my registration with The Slave Register. He then untied me and i was made to crawl on all fours and kiss the feet of each of the watchers; which was to make me understand that my status was below that of all of my Lord’s staff.

Quickly, i had to learn how to behave and how to please my Lord. And He whipped me and tortured regularly; each time more severely as He pushed me to my limit, and increased my tolerance to pain. In His mercy, my Lord granted me the privilege of a safe word, “Orange!” However, He warned me that if He considered that i used the word too readily, He would sell me to a brothel in the Middle East which catered for rich Arabs with a taste for BDSM, where they would delight in torturing and whipping a white infidel woman daily. The average survival rate in this hellhole was three to four weeks, by which time a woman would be beyond use and she would be given to another, cheap brothel which catered for the poorer Arabs and she would be fucked anything up to a hundred times a day until she died.

One thing that i had to learn was the required slave positions and i was made to hold these positions for hours on end, supervised by staff members wielding crops which were used on me at the slightest provocation.  The display position is with hands behind my head and elbows pulled back, eyes downcast and feet shoulder width apart. It is surprising how quickly my arms, shoulders and back began to ache when in this position. The kneeling display position is even worse as the pain in my knees soon becomes excruciating. Another position i was made to adopt was on my knees with my face to the floor and my arms crossed behind my back.

In all, i was taught that i existed only to serve my Lord and to give Him pleasure.

Chapter 1 – In The Bar

You enter the bar with me following behind. It is busy but not packed. W/we sit on high swivel stools at the bar and You order drinks for U/us, mineral water for me. You tell me to swing round and sit with my back to the bar, facing into the room with my thighs parted.

You permitted to dress in a short skirt, a skimpy vest top and high heels, no bra or panties, of course. The clothing does little to hide the welts from recent whippings which are visible on my thighs and my back. i blush as i am aware that people sitting opposite are able to see up my skirt but You tell me to swivel slowly from side to side so that more people can see me exposed.

A group of men stare at me, laughing and pointing. Some women glare at me as their men try to sneak a look.

After a while, You stand and walk away, ordering me to make myself available to whoever wants me. i sit alone, displaying my sex to A/all. After a few minutes, a man approaches and offers to buy me a drink, i accept another mineral water, as i am forbidden alcohol, and W/we chat. He asks me about the whip marks and i explain that i am a slave, that i have been whipped and that my Lord has ordered me to obey whoever approaches me. He asks me to go out into the yard at the back of the bar, which is used by some smokers, as smoking is not allowed inside the bar. i, of course, agree and follow Him out.

Outside, He guides me to a dark corner and He kisses me and fondles my tits through the thin material of my top. He steers my hand to His cock which feels thick and hard through the material of His jeans. He asks me for a blowjob. i nod and slide down onto my knees; the rough cobbled floor of the yard hurts my knees immediately.

i take out His cock and kiss it before taking it into my mouth and suck on it. i hear voices, His friends have followed us and are standing around laughing and making crude comments about me. i try to turn my head but He grabs hold of my hair and starts to fuck my mouth. He quickly cums, flooding my mouth with His hot spunk. Dutifully, i swallow in down and He withdraws, stepping back as He puts His cock away. Another man quickly replaces him and, again i take a hard thick cock into my mouth.

Someone is behind me, pulling up my top, exposing my tits; my nipples stiff in the cool night air. He keeps pulling at my top and, knowing what is required of me, i raise my arms so that He can pull my top off over my head to the cheers and gasps of the gathering crowd as the welts on my back can be seen. i am now wearing only my short skirt and heels.

The second man cums down my throat and is replaced by a third. A forth wants my cunt and i am lifted up and lain down on my back across a damp wooden table. My legs are spread and my skirt raised. i hear voices exclaiming as the words WHORE and SLAVE, which my Lord had burnt into the flesh of my lower belly, are exposed.

More laughter and cheering as my mouth and cunt are simultaneously and roughly penetrated.

i lose track of time and lose count of the number of times i am penetrated but my mouth, cunt and ass are used again and again and again. i am almost out of it, swallowing instinctively when my mouth is filled with yet another load of hot spunk, feeling the burning cum inside me when my cunt or ass is flooded over and over again and i climax over and over again.

i am only vaguely aware of women’s voices laughing at me and calling me a slut, a whore, a slag! Then one woman becomes aggressive and pulls her man away from me. She grabs my hair and slaps my face, hard, left, right, left, right. my tears flow, running down my cheeks and mixing with the cum that covers my face.

Other women follow her lead. They grab me and pull me to my feet, holding me upright by my arms while the first woman slaps me more, on my face and my tits. She grabs my nipples, pulling and twisting them painfully and she screams insults at me before spitting in my face. She indicates to her friends to release me and i slump to the floor, sobbing.

A voice says, “Show’s over,” and the crowd start to drift back inside but the angry woman is not finished. She straddles me, raises her skirt and, as i look up, she pulls her panties to one side and lets loose a stream of piss over my hair and upturned face. When she has finished, she again spits on me and she marches off saying, “now the show’s over!”

Slowly, i haul myself up onto all fours and watch the last of the crowd disappearing back into the bar. Then i see You, standing to one side, smiling. Without a word, You pick up my top and toss it to me. It has been trampled under many feet and is now nothing more than a filthy rag. The straps are broken so i hold it to my chest as i rise onto my knees. my skirt is soaked through with the spunk that oozes from my sloppy cunt and ass.

You tell me, “Get up, slave. It’s time to get you home.” Slowly i stand, swaying slightly as though drunk from the demands made on me. i ask permission to be allowed to go to the ladies room to tidy myself up a little. You refuse, telling me to wait for You in the street while You settle the bar tab.

You stand to one side, indicating that i am to precede You into the bar. The room drops silent as i enter and stagger towards the door. i feel the lustful eyes of the men and the angry eyes of the women all on me.

In the silence of the room, i hear the barman tell You that the drinks are on the house and that You can bring me back any time for a repeat performance. i hear You chuckle and reply that You might just do that.

At last, i reach the sanctuary of the street. In the cool and dark i lean against a wall for support as i wait for You.

You emerge from the bar and lead me to Your car. “How… how many, Lord?” i ask.

“About fifty,” You reply casually, “you really are a slut! you must have swallowed about half a litre of spunk tonight and you’re covered with it! you needn’t think that you are getting in my car in your state.” And with that, You open the boot and spread out a plastic sheet. i don’t need to be told and i climb in and lay down.

When W/we arrive at Your house, You tell me, “you can clean yourself up in the morning, you can sleep in your cage tonight, covered in cum like the whore that you are.”

i remove my skirt and shoes and crawl, naked, into my cage. i turn my head as i hear You lock the cage door behind me. The cage is too small, cramped and uncomfortable but, exhausted, i curl up and fall into a deep sleep, content in the knowledge that i am Your whore.

Chapter 2 – Punishment Day

 

You wake me and release me from the cage. i crawl out and stretch, easing my aching muscles. You appear to be in good mood, but i detect that You are not pleased with me. You do not allow me to clean the dried cum from my face and body, but You give me a thin tight blouse and a very short skirt to wear.

i dress and then You fasten a leather collar around my neck and leather cuffs on my wrists, which You lock together in front of me. A leash is then attached to the collar and You lead me out into the street. W/we take a tram into the city centre and then You lead me through the busy streets.

Passers-by make comments which i cannot understand, knowing only a few words of Dutch; but from their tone, i can tell that men are making lewd comments while many women make angry or scornful comments. i blush with shame so deeply that it feels as though my entire body is burning up, but i stare straight ahead and try to ignore them.  

In a shoe shop, the young girl assistant runs to the back of the shop, shocked by my chains, my dishevelled appearance and lack of underwear. Instead, an older woman fits me with shoes with very high heels. i have trouble walking in them.

Next, You lead me into a shop selling fetish goods where You select a cane and a leather riding crop. You order me to bend over, right there in the shop where anyone can see. You raise my skirt, baring my ass and You use both the crop and the cane on me before deciding to buy them. i am crying and sweating from humiliation.

Having made Your purchases, You lead me back into the street, sometimes walking quickly so that i struggle to keep up in these ridiculously high heels. W/we are passing the torture museum when suddenly You stop and lead me inside.

You speak to the curator and arrange for a live demonstration of some of the torture devices, with me as the model, of course. There is an announcement over the speaker, in Dutch and then in English, that there is to be a demonstration of some of the torture equipment. A crowd of about a dozen people gather. i am made to strip and i am bent over a bench. There are gasps from the crowd as they see the welts from the caning and cropping that i have so recently received. A vaginal pear is inserted into my cunt and the handle turned, opening the leaves of the pear and stretching my cunt lips most painfully. Next, i am stretched on a rack until i scream in agony and think that my joints will surely be torn apart. Other devices are used on me until i scream and beg for mercy, much to the amusement of You, the curator and the watching visitors. In Your mercy, i am not made to endure these tortures for more than a few minutes, but that is enough for me to experience just a little of the pain these devices can deliver.

i am allowed no rest. Instead, You take me out of the city and into a forest. There, i am tied, spread-eagled between two trees. You cut off my skimpy clothing and blindfold me. i hear You walking away, leaving me alone, naked, bound and blindfolded. i have no idea how long i am left there, but soon my shoulders and hips start to ache, stretched out as i am.

i call out for You, but there is no answer. i start to panic, it is getting cold and i ache all over. i tug at my bonds but i know that You are skilled at tying me. i call out some more but when there is no answer, i fall silent and hang my head, letting my mind wander. i think about last night’s gangbang, 50 men You had said, and all that cum, no wonder those women were angry with me, their men wanted to fuck me! The women were probably jealous; all those orgasms i had!

Suddenly i realise; orgasms! And You never gave me permission. Is that why i’m being punished?

i hear a sound, is some one there? Is it You Lord? Before i can speak a red hot streak of pain burns across my shoulders as a whip strikes. Again and again the whip lands before i can even react.

i scream as the whip lands on my back, my ass, my tits, my belly, my thighs. i thrash about in my bonds, trying to escape the whip but with my blindfold i have no idea where the next lash will strike. i have no idea whether it is You, Lord. i cry out to You, begging for mercy and screaming out the safe-word, but there is no reply and the whipping is merciless and unrelenting.

This must be the harshest whipping i have ever had to suffer, but at long last it ends and i hang limply from the ropes. i am untied and i slump to the ground. i am dragged, naked, through the forest and into a truck of some kind. i am tied by my arms and legs to the sides of the truck, spread out and kneeling and my leash is pulled down and fastened to the floor, dragging my head down.

The truck starts up and is driven for how long? Hours? i have no way of knowing but it feels like an eternity. The truck stops and i hear the door open. Men’s voices. Again i don’t understand what they are saying.

i feel hands on my exposed cunt, forcing into me roughly and painfully, stretching me as the hand is formed into a fist. i scream as the fist stretches my sore cunt beyond endurance.

More hands at my ass. I scream and beg for mercy but fingers, and then a hand is thrust into my ass and is also formed into a fist.

My screams are terrible but suddenly a third fist is shoved into my open mouth, almost dislocating my jaw. The pain from the three fists is unbearable and i pass out.

Next thing I know, i am being carried. The blindfold has been removed and i see that it is night-time and i am in the yard behind Your house. You use a hose to spray me with icy cold water, washing the piss, the cum, the dirt and the blood from my body.

That night, You allow me to sleep on the floor of Your bedroom, tied to the foot of Your bed.

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Next morning, i am naked, of course, but have cruel clamps on my nipples and my clit, all connected by chains.
 
i am given house chores to do. i start in the kitchen by washing up and putting away all the dishes etc. Then i thoroughly clean all the surfaces and get down on my knees to clean the floor. It is hard work and, soon i start to perspire, my hair plastered to my forehead as i toil. Also, almost every movement brings a stab of pain to my nipples and clit as the clamps are pulled.
 
From the kitchen, i move to the lounge. i tidy away any papers and magazines and carefully dust shelves and surfaces. Finally i get out the vacuum cleaner and thoroughly clean the floor.
 
i use the vacuum cleaner to do the entrance hall and stairs.
 
Upstairs, i put clean bed linen on Your bed and carefully make it up. Again i dust all shelves and surfaces. my back and shoulders are starting to ache and i stretch, forgetting, for a moment the clamps and chains; until the pain bites at my tender clamped flesh. "OOOOOOHHHHH!" i think back to my punishment yesterday and my poor body aching from the severe whipping and the fisting of my fuck holes which were already sore from the gangbang the previous night.
 
i continue with my work, knowing that i will be punished further if i have not completed my chores. So i vacuum the upstairs floors.
 
Then to the toilets and bathrooms. i clean the wall tiles and mirrors then work on the wash basin, scrubbing until it all gleams. Then i am down on my knees as i scrub the bath and shower, polishing the taps and fittings. i shuffle across on my knees to the toilet and scrub that over and over until all is clean and shining.
 
i am exhausted and aching. i stretch, more carefully this time, and look around to see if i have missed anything. No, i don't think so; so i put away the cleaning stuff and have one last tidy round before taking my place on my knees by the front door to await Your return.

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Your slave is relieved that You are satisfied with my house cleaning, i tried so hard to make sure it was done right.
 
i enthusiastically kneel and use my tongue to complete the work in the men's room, desperate to avoid more punishment to my already tender body. 
 
Afterward, i lie at Your feet, on the floor, i knowing that, as a slave, i am not permitted to use Your furniture without Your permission, while You read Your newspaper.
 
When You have finished with the newspaper, You drag me to the cellar and i am tied, sitting on the floor with my back to a stout wooden pillar and my legs pulled up high and spread wide. You use the cane on the soft flesh of my inner thighs and on my exposed mound, causing me to shriek and scream in agony.
 
Then, i am made to stand and am again bound to the wooden pillar and You whip my tits. Again i scream and beg for mercy. When You are satisfied with that, You fuck me, releasing You glorious spunk inside my unworthy cunt.
 
You tell me that I am to star in a BDSM film that some associates of Yours are to make. Then You leave me there, tied to the pillar while You go back upstairs to sleep. i remain, in the dark, with Your cum trickling from my cunt and down my tortured inner thighs. i stand there fretting about what will be done to me in the film. i cry!

Chapter 3 – The Client

i spend a miserable night tied to the wooden pillar in the cold dark cellar, but somehow, i managed some sleep and feel slightly rested when You enter and wake me by putting on the light.

You untie me and drag me to the corner of the cellar where i am made to lie face down on the cold, rough floor. my arms are tied behind my back and my ankles are tied together. You attach a hook to the ankle ropes and i am hauled upwards until i hang upside down, high in the air.

i watch in silence as You drag a large barrel beneath me and start to fill it with water. Soon the barrel is filled and You work the pulley, lowering me, head first, into the water. “OH GOD, NOOOOOOOO!!!!”

Fortunately, i manage to take a deep breath before my head goes under the water. Jesus, the water’s cold! You leave me under the water for… i don’t know how long but I buck and thrash about, as I’m sure that i am going to drown.                                                                                        

At last You raise me up and i hang there spluttering and coughing and gasping for air. You allow me only a few moments before lowering me again into the icy cold water. Again i jerk and thrash about, panicking that i will drown.

Four times i am ducked into the water before You lower me to the floor and untie me. i lie there spluttering and shivering on the cold floor and You throw me a rough rag to dry myself on.

When i am recovered and dried off, You lead me upstairs and give me dress to put on, made of thin black material. It is very short and tight and has a split up both sides and is very tight across my tits, belly and ass, in fact my tits are covered only by two thin straps. i am allowed no underwear, of course, so i am aware that the dress is very revealing.

A collar, black leather and encrusted with pearls and diamonds, is fastened tightly around my neck and You secure my elbows together, attaching the elbow strap to the back of the collar so that my head is pulled back and my tits are thrust out.

You then attach a leash to my collar and lead me to the lounge where i am made to kneel as You sit reading Your newspaper. As i kneel, Your maid brings You a drink. She smirks as she sees me; she is fully aware of my status as Your slave and she clearly finds it highly amusing, especially as i was made to clean the entire house yesterday instead of her having to do it. i give her a defiant stare, hoping that You won’t notice.

Some visitors arrive; two couples and You all sit drinking and chatting. The women ignore me while the men make comments about me. You are all speaking Dutch, of course, and i understand little of what is said, but the meaning is clear, especially when You raise my dress and show them my brand marks.

i blush in humiliation and i want to lower my head to hide my face, but the straps from my elbow bindings to my collar prevent this and i must kneel there in shame and degradation. i hear You talk of a client who is on his way. i guess that the client is coming for me and that this is not going to be good for me! Perhaps it is the movie guy. So soon! i had been expecting a few days at least for my body to recover from the severe whipping i received while tied up in the forest, just two days ago.

For how many hours do i kneel as You and Your guests drink and chat? i steal an occasional glance at the clock and it seems that the hands barely move. My arms and shoulders ache from my bondage, my knees are in agony from these hours in this position, my whole body still tender from the whipping in the forest and my cunt and ass tender from all the use they have been put to.

After a long time, the bitch of a maid shows the client into the room. He is clearly very wealthy but has a cruel look and two men who are obviously his bodyguards accompany him. They are both huge rough looking men.

Introductions are made and drinks served by the maid who still smirks down at me as i remain kneeling and ignored by everyone.

Finally, You all turn Your attention to me. i am dragged to my feet and my branded and whip marked body is displayed to the new guests. The main guest, who I think of as The Gangster, gives a signal and his two roughians approach me and start hitting me on my tits and my ass. The blows come hard and fast and i scream in agony as they hit me over and over again.

They pick me up effortlessly and throw me face up across the table positioning me so that my head is hanging over one edge. i look to You, my owner and my Lord, for help, but You are too interested in what the men are doing to me.

One of the men holds my legs apart while the other holds up his fist with something metal on it, like a knuckle-duster. Suddenly and without warning, he forces his fist into my cunt, knuckle-duster and all! i feel as though my insides are being ripped apart as the metal covered fist slams up against my cervix. i have never known such pain as he punches his fist in and out mercilessly. i scream out in agony and beg You for mercy, to make them stop, but You ignore me, as You enjoy my suffering.

As my head thrashes from side to side, i see that the two women are on their knees and are eagerly sucking on The Gangster’s rigid cock. The two husbands undress and approach my head, their erect cocks bobbing up and down in front of them as they move towards me. They hold my head steady as they take turns to force their cocks into my mouth and deep into my throat, stifling my screams as the two henchmen continue to brutalise my cunt and ass.

The husbands hold deep in my throat, cutting off my air supply, only withdrawing when i’m about to black out, but quickly filling my throat again as they swap places. Then, suddenly, they both force themselves into my mouth at the same time, stretching my jaw until i think it must surely dislocate.

Mercifully, the two henchmen withdraw their fists, but there will be no respite for me. i am shown two leather sheaves covered with metal nobbles and i watch in horror as the henchmen pull them on to their huge cocks.

As i am roughly flipped over, i become aware of the maid. The bitch is taking photographs, recording the events and, no doubt, relishing seeing me abused.

One of the henchmen shoves his enormous cock into my torn and bleeding cunt and starts to fuck me, the nobbles on his sheath further ripping and battering my tender cunt walls. The second henchman climbs onto the table and straddles me before forcing his dick into my ass and they simultaneously saw into my abused fuck-holes. The two husbands move back to my head and take turns in furiously fucking my mouth.

As my tears flow, i try to catch Your eye, pleading for You to make it stop, but You are clearly enjoying the sight of Your slave being fucked and tortured in every hole.

The Gangster is enjoying himself with the wives as he watches my abuse.

Finally, the henchmen flood my fuck-holes with their spunk and they pull out of me and the husbands also jet their burning hot cum down my throat and all four men are satisfied. i am dragged to my feet and stand unsteadily, bleeding and sobbing in agony as the maid continues to record my suffering with her camera.

As the others dress, You speak quietly to The Gangster and i see him pass You a thick wad of cash. The gangster speaks to his henchmen and they each take hold of my arms and drag me out to their car where i am thrown roughly into the boot, my arms and legs pulled behind me and secured in a hog-tie. A ball gag is forced into my mouth and the boot lid closed and i lie sobbing in the darkness as the car is driven off.

i have no idea where i am being taken, or why. Is this the film-maker? Will i be brought back when he has finished with me, or have You sold me permanently?

i am terrified of what the future holds for me in my nightmarish world of pain.

Chapter 4 – 1,000 Lashes

i have no idea how long W/we drove, me hog-tied painfully in the boot of the car. i am totally exhausted from the brutal multiple rape i have just suffered and, amazingly, i eventually cry myself into a fitful sleep. At long last the car stops and i hear the men getting out. Suddenly the boot lid is opened and i am untied and dragged out.

i stand flexing my aching limbs and joints as i survey my surroundings. W/we are at what appears to be some sort of derelict factory, dark, cold and dirty. But i have no idea where W/we are, i don’t know how long W/we had been driving and i can’t recognise the language people are speaking.

There are a number of people there, maybe a dozen or so, with all sorts of filming equipment. i am led by The Gangster’s two thugs and made to stand between two concrete pillars in an area that is brightly lit for the cameras. my flimsy dress is torn off me and the pretty collar removed and replaced by an old leather leash. It reminds me of something that would be used to lead an animal, appropriate i suppose as i feel, as i stand naked among these strangers, that my treatment is worse than an animal would be treated.

Leather straps are used to tie my ankles to the pillar, spreading my legs wide. Similar straps are then used to tie my wrists so that my arms are stretched out at shoulder height. i realise that the cameras were already running, recording my fate. i guess that i am not the star of this film because of my acting ability. There will be no attempt at a plot in this film; it will show me being whipped and tortured, nothing else.

When i see a brute of a man wielding a bullwhip, my courage fails me. He is huge and muscular and his whip is of thick braided leather, about 6 feet long. ‘Jesus, this bastard is going to hurt,’ i think as i instinctively try to back away. This whip is worse than anything my owner, my Lord, has used on me. i am shaking visibly and mouthing silent pleas for mercy. Again i try to pull away, but my bonds allow almost no movement.

Suddenly, the thought comes to me; this whipping is going to happen and there is nothing i can say or do to stop it, but i’m worth nothing to these people if i’m dead or lying in a hospital bed. Maybe it won’t be too bad, it’s only for a film after all, perhaps they’ll fake it somehow.

my resolve is restored and i stare defiantly at the whip-master as he slowly approaches brandishing that that evil looking whip.   

i grit my teeth and brace myself as the whip-master takes up his position in front and to the right of me, flicking his whip through the air. He seems to move in slow motion as he brings his arm back and lashes the whip at me. It hits, just above my tits before i had realise and a line of fire burns through my chest, causing me to throw back my head and grunt in pain.

i look down and see a vivid red stripe across my chest. ‘Wah, that hurt,’ i think, ‘but I’ve had worse. Perhaps i am right, this is just for the cameras.’

He is taking his time, waiting after each stroke for the full impact to fry my nerve endings before he raises his arm and applies the next stroke.

i am thrashing about as much as my bonds will permit but i am confident that I can take my punishment. But the brute is only warming up and suddenly the ferocity of the strokes increases tenfold. He is still making me wait between each lash but when they come, the pain is unbearable. Again and again my tits are lashed until they were criss-crossed by horrible red stripes. Then he works his way down my body until he is lashing across my brand marked belly. All the time i am thrashing about, vainly trying to escape the vicious bullwhip.

Aiming lower, he attacks my pubic mound, each stroke bringing a gasp and grunt of pain from my lips but, as yet, i do not scream. my thighs are his next target, me trying in vain the close my legs to try to protect the soft smooth flesh of my inner thighs.

Only when the whole of the front of my body, from shoulders to knees has been flayed does he rest. The whip-master and the film crew take a drinks break while i stand stretched out between the concrete pillars, head bowed and sobbing. A man in a white coat comes over and, grabs my hair, pulled my head up and he looks into my tear filled eyes and glances up and down my body. Turning to “The Gangster”, he nods and walks away as my head drops down again.

The whip-master takes up a position behind me and i realise that the whipping is about to start again, this time on my back. Now, i can’t see the strokes coming, the only warning being the swish of the whip as it rips through the air, followed a split second later by a loud CRACK!!!!!! as it impacts on my body.

i am broken, i scream, long and loud after every stroke and i thrash and tug at my bonds but the flogging is relentless. i break out in a cold sweat, the saltiness stinging my wounds even more as he works his way down my back, finally stopping just above the roundness of my ass.

Again, the whip-master and the film crew stop for a drink. This time i am approached by a naked blonde who gives me a drink of water. i am grateful for this act of sisterly kindness until she leans closer and whispers in heavily accented English, "the cane, the nice thing to come now, will mash your ass into raw hamburger meat." i look up and see that she is grinning at the thought of my further torment so i just glare back at her as she turns to walk away.

i briefly wonder if, in this hell of pain and tears that had become my life, everyone i meet will enjoy seeing me suffer!

A word from the director and the whip-master takes his position behind me and, before i can even turn my head, i hear a swish as the cane cuts through the air. A fraction of a second later my whole body explodes in a firestorm of pain as the cane finds its target.

i have never felt pain like this and immediately i am screaming and shrieking as my body contorts this way and that. He slashes the cane down again and again and i am yelling out the safe-word that my Lord, in His mercy, had given me.

Either they are not aware of the safe-word, or they choose to ignore it, but the thrashing continues until i am out of my mind with agony. i feel that i will surely pass out with pain, but for some reason i stay conscious although i am aware of nothing but the cruel cane lashing my poor body.

Finally the whipping stops, i am untied and dragged across to a bare wooden bed and i am thrown face down onto it. In my barely conscious state, i hear the director speaking in broken English, i understand little but catch the word “retake.”

‘Dear God in Heaven,’ i think, ‘no more please, they can’t do that to me again.’

   

Chapter 5 – 1,000 Pricks

i lie on the hard bed in a daze, curled into a foetal position, whimpering and wincing in pain. The naked blonde woman spreads a soothing balm over my battered and bruised body. Then, i groan as she rolls me onto my back and kneels up on the bed, straddling my face. i understand what she wants and, as she lowers herself, i put out my tongue and lick her moist pussy. my hands instinctively grasp her hips, her sleek thighs and her firm, well rounded ass.

In other circumstances, i would surely enjoy pleasuring her. Her flawless body is such a contrast to mine which is covered with many welts and stripes of varying shades of dark red and purple and my groin and thighs covered with dried cum, stained red with my blood. But now, i just want to be left alone; what i really want is to be back home, kneeling at my Lord’s feet, worshipping Him.

But i do what she wants and lick her; soon she is bucking and riding my face in a frenzy of orgasmic pleasure.

i feel someone examining my body and my arm is pulled out to one side and i am given an injection. Almost immediately, i feel more alert.

Hands part my thighs and i feel my dry and unprepared cunt entered by a thick cock. i want to scream, but my mouth is covered by the blonde’s sweet pussy and all that comes out is a low moan. Every thrust feels like i am being stabbed with a knife and i am certain that the tears in my barely healed cunt walls have been re-opened.

At almost the same time, the blonde cums over my face and the man’s cock jets its hot spunk into my battered cunt. They get off me and walk away, laughing and chatting as i hear a shout from the movie director.

my career as an S&M porn star is about enter its next phase.

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Two men approach and drag me to my feet and across the room. Whatever the drug was that they injected into my arm, it has revived me. i am alert, if slightly disorientated. The balm that the blonde assistant rubbed on my wounds eased the pain slightly, but i am still in agony as the thugs pull me against a horizontal wooden bar that is suspended on some sort of harness, and strap my arms, elbows and upper arms to it.

Leather cuffs are tightened around each ankle and ropes attached, which are then passed through rings at either end of the wooden bar and then up to a hook above my head where they are tied off.

i can see Blondie operating a pulley that raises the hook, causing my feet to be pulled apart, spreading my legs painfully wide, then lifting them and pulling them even wider until my legs are parallel to the bar and my hip joints hurt terribly.

i just know that my cunt is spread and how exposed and vulnerable i am. One of the men pushes a pole mounted on a stand into view. To my horror, the pole is tipped with a metal dildo, which is wrapped with fine barbed wire. ‘Dear God, is there no end to the cruelty of these people,’ i think as i scream for mercy, ‘surely that must be a fake, for the cameras.’

The pole is positioned right below my ass then the harness is adjusted so that i am lowered slightly until the tip of the dildo is touching my clenched ass-ring. Then Blondie approaches, carrying lengths of fine steel wire. She grips my right nipple and pulls out my tit and begins to wind the wire around the base of the flesh, pulling tighter and tighter. She repeats this with the left tit. All the while i am screaming in pain. i have had my tits bound before, but always with rope. This is much worse as the thin wire really digs into my flesh as Blondie pulls ever tighter, and quickly my tit-flesh is bulging and turning dark red, then purple.

i fear that all this is only preparation for much worse that is to come!

A man approaches and orders me to open my mouth. When i do not obey immediately, he grasps my jaw, causing me to shout out in pain. Using a pincer, he grips my tongue and pulls it out. Blondie quickly fastens a wooden clamp onto my tongue, holding it in place with cords that she ties behind my head. i squeal in agony and try to shout out but can only utter an incomprehensible babble.

Another man pushes a trolley towards me. On the trolley i can see needles, pins and skewers and spikes of various sizes. The man picks up three small needles and, one after the other, he pierces my tongue with them. My screams fill the room, tears flow from my eyes and drool runs from my open mouth. All present find this amusing and the sound of their laughter rings in my ears.

The man then picks up more needles and uses them to attack my bulging tender tit-flesh, slowly piercing my tits, my nipples and my areolae; each piercing bringing more tears to my eyes and more garbled screams.

From the corner of my tear filled eye, I can see Blondie fiddling with the controls of the pulley. Moments later, i feel myself being lowered and the tip of the dildo pressed into my ass. Try as i will to prevent its entry by clenching my ass, i feel my anal ring stretch as the dildo pushes into my ass.

At the same time, they continue to push more and more needles into my poor tit-flesh until there are dozens of needles sticking into my tortured tits.

They then move behind me and start to work on my cunt, piercing my cunt-lips as i thrash uncontrollably in my bonds and i scream and beg for mercy although with my clamped tongue, my words are totally unintelligible.

my pleas are ignored, of course, and the men continue to push more and more needles through my tender cunt flesh, before concentrating on the area around my clit. My body is a mass of pain; all the separate tortures merging into one and i wonder how any woman can endure such cruelty.

The pain is intolerable and i thrash and jerk about trying desperately to escape this torment. i pray for unconsciousness but maybe because of the drug they had given me, i remain fully awake and alert.  

All the time, i am sinking lower onto the dildo and it is penetrating deeper into my ass, tearing and ripping at my flesh as it does. Meanwhile, the needles are now being forced through the soft smooth flesh of my inner thighs.

The men stand back, giving me hope that the worst is over. However, the director speaks and the men move to the trolley and pick up handfuls of skewers. Gripping my left tit, a skewer is forced against my flesh until i howl anew as the skewer pierces the skin and is forced all the way through until it emerges through the other side. Unable to think, i try to scream out the safe-word, even though it was ignored when i tried to use it when they were whipping me and, with my tongue clamped, i can not make myself understood.

In all, six skewers are forced through each tit as i thrash about in my bonds and howl like an animal. All this time, Blondie is straddling the director, riding his cock as both give way to their lust, inflamed by watching me suffer.

my belly is the next target with no less than seven skewers pierce me between my belly button and the words branded onto my skin. At the same time, i am sinking further onto the dildo and the barbs rip through my flesh and my ass-ring is stretched impossibly. ‘Surely this torture can get no worse,’ i think, but i am wrong. One of the men takes a skewer and pushes the tip up inside my spread cunt and against my cunt wall until the membrane is pierced and the skewer sticks into the pole to which the metal dildo is fixed.

i am suffering the torments of the damned and begin to despair, mentally cursing my Lord for sending me here to be abused like this and i pray to my Lord to let me pass out, but the drug is doing its work and relief will not come.

The men take a short break, but there is no respite for me as i hang there wracked with pain with all these needles and skewers sticking into me, not to mention the barbed dildo ripping my ass. But, i begin to think that maybe my Lord doesn’t know how badly these thugs are treating me. i just hope and pray that i can survive and that i am returned to Him in one piece. Also, i remember that my Lord has honoured me by whoring me out to these people and He would demand that i endured whatever they wanted to do to me, or i would displease Him and i would never wish to do that.

my body glistens with a sheen of sweat and my hair is plastered to my forehead as, a few minutes later, the men come back, each holding a burner in his hand. They light the burners and set to applying them to the skewers and needles, heating them and causing them to sear my flesh and bringing even louder and more animalistic screams to my dry throat, i’m on the verge of hyperventilating. One after another, the skewers are glowing hot, causing them to fry my tortured flesh as i thrash about, tear reddened eyes bulging.

Finally, even the drug can’t keep me alert and the agony is too much for my poor body to stand. my prayers are answered and, mercifully, i slip into the oblivion of unconsciousness.

Chapter 6 – 1,000 Jolts

i regain consciousness, i have no way of knowing how long i have been out but i do know that i am still in a lot of pain. The needles and skewers have been removed from my body, as have the wires that bound my tits. And i have been taken down from the wooden bar.  i am locked into some sort of frame and turning my head as much as i can, i realise that it is a pillory, like from the Middle Ages. Except that i am on my knees and bent backwards and i am facing upwards.

My back and shoulders and the muscles in my thighs scream in burning pain. This is on top of the pain my body already feel from the whipping and the needle torture. From my shoulders to my knees, there is no part of my body that does not feel intense pain and i groan quietly.

i can feel someone move between my spread thighs and i shriek in agony as my dry and sore cunt is penetrated without warning by a monstrously thick cock. ‘Jeezus, will these bastards never leave me alone?’ i think as the thick shaft hammers into me as i’m held by the pillory frame, unable to see my assailant.

The man fucks me mercilessly, his inhumanly thick cock abrades my cunt walls re-opening the tears in my tortured flesh and i wail at every thrust. The man grips the cross piece of the pillory and then his face appears over the top. It’s “the doctor!!!” 

He smiles down at me with an affectionate look on his face; this bastard that drugged me to keep me alert so that i could experience even more painful tortures, unable to escape by passing out.

i beg him to show me some mercy but his unbelievably thick cock continues to hammer into me. i cry out until my voice is hoarse then i whisper, "Please doctor, please tell me, after this, my ordeal is over. Please cum, shoot your sperm deep into my cunt." i just want this end!

At that moment, i feel his spurts of hot cum flood into me and, thank god, he withdraws. But then he leans over the pillory and shoots a load over my face and into my open mouth.  

He bends, his unshaven face next to mine, and whispers, "Love, two more to go. Next will be the 1.000 jolts." And with that, he turns and walks away, laughing like a madman while my heart sinks as i remain locked, sobbing, in this infernal pillory.

i can’t bring myself to think about the horrors that await me at the hands of these cruel, evil sadists. All i want is to be back with my Lord but i know i must endure the ordeal to come; for Him!

 

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How long have i been hanging here in this pillory? Minutes? Hours? It feels like days! i try to concentrate on my breathing to take my mind of the agonies that i am feeling and the torments to come.

1,000 jolts… what the fuck did the doctor mean by that? And he said two more sessions, what else had these bastards got lined up for me?

Breathe, in, out, slowly.

Every so often i call out, my voice hoarse from my screaming. Cursing, demanding, begging to be let free. No answer, only my moans and sobs to break the silence.

But no tears came, i am past crying!

Breathe. Survive.

i am going mad with this pain, this waiting! i shout out again. This time begging them to take me for the next phase of my torture. “Please, take me, i’m ready. Hurt me please!”

After what seems like an eternity, they return, chatting and laughing as though torturing a woman is an everyday job to them.

They unlock the pillory and lift me to my feet and drag me across to a narrow wooden bench where they roughly throw me onto my back. my arms are pulled down and strapped to the bench legs, my head overhangs the end of the bench and hangs down.

A leather strap is tightened round my waist, securing me to the bench. my legs are then pulled up and apart and are strapped to two poles either side of the bench. This exposes my cunt and i think that i am to be gang-raped yet again. i try to protest but my throat is so dry and hoarse that only a faint whisper comes out.

They start to stick pads to my body which have electrical wires attached and i realise what the doctor meant by 1,000 jolts. The bastards are going to use electro-torture on me! i squirm and writhe but the straps hold me secure on the bench.

They wrap thin copper wire around my nipples and attach metal clamps to my cunt-lips and clit. All these things have electrical wires attached. i scream as i feel my cunt-lips pierced with barbed fish hooks and i feel them stretched wide apart as wires are wrapped around my thighs.

i am trembling and quaking in fear as a rubber bar is forced between my teeth and secured in place by straps, which are fastened at the back of my head. Finally, a wire is wrapped around one of my toes and secured to the ground. Apparently, preparations are complete because i watch in horror as one of the men approaches carrying some sort of cattle prod. He strokes it up and down my body, then, without warning, the power jolts through my body making me scream and shake uncontrollably. my body thrashes and jerks and spasms, the pain is driving me insane.

A second jolt from the prod then from the electrodes stuck to my skin. Totally random, i have no clue when and where the next jolt will come and i scream into my rubber bar gag continually.

They allow me a short break and i lie whimpering in my bonds, my jaw aching from being stretched open and biting down on the rubber gag. i can see Blondie bent over, sucking on the director’s cock. Obviously he is enjoying watching my latest torture. The doctor checks me over and i try to beg him for water but, with the rubber bar gag, the only sound i make is an unintelligible “or-ah,” and he ignores my pleas. And then they start over again. my head thrashes from side to side, my eyes are bulging and my body is jerking in indescribable agony.

Someone fastens a leather strap around my eyes so i can’t even see what they are doing. The torture goes on and on, but i am past coherent thinking, my body merely reacting reflexively to the endless jolts of electricity that coarse through me.

my throat is so dry that i can’t even scream any more, just make moaning and gurgling sounds deep in my throat.

The pain is driving me out of my mind, it is all consuming, there is nothing else but pain in my world! i whimper and writhe in my bonds and drool dribbles from my stretched mouth.

i feel the cattle prod being traced over my body. i tense, not knowing when the jolt will come, but knowing it will come at some time. It is moved down between my thighs and touched to my cunt lips, pulled wide by terrible fishhooks.

The jolt!!!!!

“NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” my head thrashes and my body strains against the leather straps and i howl like an animal. As i writhe in fresh agony the fishhooks pull on my stretched cunt-lips, adding to my distress.

The doctor quickly checks me over. i can’t take any more, i want to die. i try to beg the doctor to have mercy and to put me out of my misery but all that comes out is a pitiful whimper.

The cattle prod is shoved roughly deep into my cunt and an unbelievable jolt of pain shoots through my body. It gets worse. my body jerks and strains against the leather straps until it feels as though my back must break and the blood pounds in my brain. i am incapable of sane thought, they have reduced me to the level of an animal, less than an animal as surely these bastards would not treat a dumb animal with this level of cruelty.

It goes on and on!!! Finally it stops and i sink back exhausted, my body bathed in sweat. The cattle prod is withdrawn from my battered cunt but i hear the director speak and something is shoved back into my cunt. It feels smooth, waxy. The strap is taken away from my eyes and they put some kind of a stand under my head, raising it. i look in shock at my body, black and purple from the many welts and bruises then further shock as i see a lighted candle protruded from my gaping cunt.

‘Oh God, i want to die, i can’t take any more!’

But i can only watch in increasing horror as the candle slowly burns down and i feel the heat from the flame intensifying.

Finally it is burning me inside my cunt with a pain even i have never known. It is too much and, mercifully, i slip into unconsciousness.

Chapter 6 – 1,000 Stars

After God only knows how long, i regain consciousness but everything is hazy. The doctor is here checking me over and wearing an evil grin on his face. God, i hate that man!!!!

He gives me something to drink, it’s thick and syrupy and tastes horrible, but i am so thirsty that i force it down. He gives me some food – how long is it since i have eaten? And he injects me with whatever drug he is using on me. i have no strength to resist him.

He leans closer and whispers, "My star, my 1.000 stars." i look up at him wondering what he means and i shiver as i look into his cruel eyes.

i feel more alert, the effect of the drug? i lie here thinking about my Lord, my Owner. Will i ever see Him again? Why has He sent me here, to test my devotion or merely to make money from the abuse of my body by these evil sadists? my mind is in a turmoil and i am afraid of whatever these bastards are going to do to me next.

i turn my head and i see… a rack? What else? i can’t decide, but I know that i will learn soon enough.

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i am dragged up from the bench where the bastards had left me and they drag me across to a damp corner where they turn hoses on me; icy cold water. i shriek and yelp as they made sure i am cleansed of the dirt and piss and dried blood.

When they consider me to be clean enough, Blondie comes over, grabs me by the hair and arm and pulls me across to the rack type device that i had seen earlier. my arms are bent back over a horizontal bar and then pulled forward and my wrists cuffed. my legs are spread wide and secured to the vertical bars by leather straps around my ankles, knees and thighs. They take away the box on which i am standing so that i am now suspended by my arms and legs.

One of the men places a pole in front of me which has a dildo attached to the end. Blondie forces my mouth open and the dildo is pushed in deep so that i am unable to pull my head back to get the dildo out of my mouth. With a smirk, Blondie flicks a switch and the dildo begins to fuck in and out of my mouth, slowly but deep.

At first, i think that this is not too bad, especially after my other tortures. But the dildo is inflatable and soon i feel it grow thicker and longer, stretching my jaw painfully. Also it begins to leek some fluid which tastes similar to the foul drink that the evil doctor gave me.

Without even realising, i instinctively start to work my lips, my tongue my throat as if this was a real cock fucking my mouth. ‘God,’ i think when i realise what i am doing, ‘what a total slut I am.’ i close my eyes and in my mind i am worshipping my Lord’s magnificent cock, sucking on it and swirling my tongue around it, grateful that i am not being hurt, at least for the time being.

i become aware of Blondie approaching and carrying something, but i can’t make out what it is. She wets my hanging tits and applies suction cups over both of them. my tits feel very sensitive and the suction on them is becoming very arousing and pretty soon, to my amazement, a shattering orgasm rips through my body. i writhe and scream into the dildo that still fucks my mouth; but this time my screams are of pleasure.

The suction cups on my tits switch on and off repeatedly and again and again i climax, my eyes glazing over with this pleasure overload. Someone is behind me and i am vaguely aware of another suction cup being applied; this time to my clit and my swollen cunt lips.

Oh God, i can’t stand it! i am being driven out of my mind by the repeated orgasms. my brain is being turned to mush by so many orgasms and i am seeing stars! A thousand stars… that’s it!

my body is bucking and thrashing and i am coated with a sheen of sweat. It’s too much; i want to beg for it to stop but my mouth is still filled by the dildo. On and on it goes until, after God only knows how many orgasms, eventually i pass out.

i must have been out for a long time as, when i come round, i am in familiar surroundings. i am back at the home of my Lord, locked in my dog cage. Is my ordeal finally over? i give a squeal of delight as I know that i will soon see my beloved Lord. Have i survived my ordeal at the hands of those sadistic bastards? i weep in relief and joy that it is over.

Chapter 7 – The Maid

i drift in and out of consciousness as i wait in the small dog cage. my body is still a mass of pain, from the tortures inflicted on me by those bastards, and now from the cramping in my muscles, caused by my confinement in this cage.

i try to call out but my throat is so dry and parched that i can only emit a hoarse croak, barely audible.

i pass the time considering my situation. When i signed the slave contract, giving myself, mind and body, to my Lord, i had expected some bondage and corporal punishments and for my fuck holes to be available for regular use. But even in my darkest nightmares, i had never imagined the terrible tortures i had suffered at the hands of those sadists.

But i had committed myself to a life of slavery to my Lord and i knew that whatever He wished, i would obey. And, as i now huddle in my cage, i renew my vow to devote myself to my Lord by absolute obedience and dedicating myself totally to my Lord’s pleasure. i know that i exist only to serve my Lord and i will try harder to be the best slave for my Lord. If He were to send me back again to the sadists, i would obey without hesitation. If it pleased my Lord, i would kneel, naked, on a street corner in the roughest part of the city and beg any passing men to use my mouth for Their pleasure.

i worship and adore my Lord and will do anything to demonstrate my devotion to Him.

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my Lord’s maid comes and unlocks the cage to release me. As i stiffly crawl out she lets out a gasp. She is shocked at the appearance of my battered body. While i stretch my aching muscles, she tells me that You are away on business and that she has been instructed to care for me, but that in Your absence, i must obey her and behave with utmost respect towards her.

She helps me to stand and holds me as she takes me up from the cellar and to the bathroom. She sits me down and starts to run a bath. While the water is filling the bath, she leaves me for a few minutes before returning, naked.

When the bath is filled, she adds some fragrant oil to the steaming water then helps me to get in and sit. She then climbs in and sits behind me one leg either side of me. She then gently washes my hair and uses a soft sponge to clean my body. When i am cleansed, she lies back and gently pulls me back so that i am resting on her.

Oh this feels so good. It is the first time that i have been allowed a hot bath since i submitted myself to slavery and became my Lord’s property. Usually i am simply hosed down with cold water, or sometimes plunged into a barrel of cold water. But this is a luxury.

W/we lie there for quite a time, until the water begins to feel cool, then i am helped out of the bath and the maid, gently dries my hair and pats my body dry using a soft fluffy towel.

Once i am dry, she leads me into her room and puts me to bed in her own double bed. Bending to kiss me, she whispers, “Don’t get used to this treatment, tomorrow you are slave again.”

With that, she leaves me and i quickly fall into a deep sleep. i don’t even wake when, later that evening, the maid joins me in bed.

Next morning i wake up refreshed, although my body still aches. i think it will take quite a few days for me to recover from my ordeal at the hands of the sadist film-makers.

The maid is lying beside me and when she realises that i am awake, she leans over to kiss me and she takes my hand and puts it to her breast. i understand what is required of me and i return her kiss before moving down to suckle on her beautiful breasts, sucking and nibbling on her erect nipples as she moans with pleasure.

She puts Her hand to my head and pushes me down so i slide down the bed and position myself between her thighs and start to tongue her moist slit. i work my tongue deep into Her pussy, relishing the taste of her and i find Her clit and nip it gently with my teeth. This drives her wild and she pushes me onto my back and she gets astride my face, humping madly as i use my tongue to bring her to a shattering orgasm.

She collapses back onto the bed, panting as she gradually comes back down to Earth. Finally she opens her eyes and whispers, “this changes nothing. Remember, today you are slave again. Make my breakfast while I shower.”

With that, she stood and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me to my feet and pushing me toward the stairs while she made for the bathroom.

i go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast for the maid and have just finished setting it out on the large kitchen table as she enters. Without a word, she sits and eats, as i stand behind her, ready to serve her; realising how hungry i am.

When she finishes eating, she says to me, “while your Lord is away you don’t get whip… unless you bad girly! But things don’t get done while you are away enjoying yourself, so you work, understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” i reply.

She stands and takes two dishes from a cupboard. One dish she fills with her leftover food from the table and the other she fills with water. She puts the dishes on the floor and pointing to them she says, “breakfast. you have ten minutes, no more.” Then she pours herself another coffee and sits to watch as i kneel and bend to eat and drink from the dishes like an animal.

Finished eating, i put the dishes into the sink and present myself to the maid and she gives me a list of chores to be done. Basically, i have to clean the whole house. “But first,” she says, “W/we need to get you ready. Follow!” and she leads the way down to the cellar/dungeon. There, she attaches a 30cm chain to my collar. Cuffs links by another 30cm chain are fastened onto my wrists, this is locked onto the chain hanging from my collar. A similar set of cuffs is locked onto my ankles. 

“There, that’s better isn’t it?” she smirks. “Oh one more thing.” She picks up a set of nipple clamps and clips them onto my erect nipples bringing a yelp of pain from me. Small but quite weighty bells are attached to the clamps. “you didn’t expect to feel no pain today did you?” she laughed. “When I hear the bells, I know you are working,” she says as she picks up a cruel looking riding crop, “but if I don’t hear bells…” and she swished the crop close to my tits causing me to jump back. “Now work!”

i turn and shuffle off up the stairs to the kitchen as quickly as my leg-irons will allow while the maid follows, sniggering to herself.

The thing about nipple clamps, i find, is that they hurt like hell when they are first put on, but after a while, the pain eases to a dull ache as my nipples become numb, i guess, especially if i can avoid too much movement. The problem i now have is that i can’t keep still and each movement sends the bells swinging, all of which greatly magnifies the pain i am experiencing in my sensitive nipples.

Add to that the fact that my chains make performing my tasks much more difficult and before long i am crying silent tears of pain and frustration. However, i know that i must not stop work; the threat of a lashing with the crop on my still bruised and welted body is too much for me. So i wipe the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand and continue my chores, the kitchen, the bedrooms, the bathroom and toilets and the entrance hall stairs and upstairs landing, i work without a break although my muscles ache terribly.

Finally i come to do the lounge and as i enter, the maid is sitting with her feet up, reading a magazine and sipping a glass of wine. i ask if i may clean the room and she gives permission, leaving the room and going to the kitchen.

Some time later, as i am finishing and putting away the cleaning equipment, the maid re-enters carrying something in her hand. She unlocks the chain from my collar and removes my wrist cuffs but then she turns me round and re-cuffs my wrists behind my back. She then shows me a double ended dildo gag and tells me to open wide. One end of the gag is pushed deep into my mouth and secured by straps fastened behind my head. The maid then pulls up her skirt and sits down with her legs spread wide.

“Come on slave,” she smiles up at me, “you know what to do. you do want to please me, don’t you?”  

i do know what she wants and i kneel between her thighs aiming the dildo that is protruding from my mouth towards the entrance of her moist slit as she uses Her fingers to separate her puffy pussy lips. i push the dildo deep into her and, bobbing my head back and forth, fuck her until she has at least two orgasms which has her writhing and crying out in pleasure until she finally pushes my head away and i sit back on my heals gazing up at her.

She is a beautiful woman and i am so aroused by what has just happened but she has no regard for me; i am just here for her pleasure. She unlocks my wrist, but leaves the dildo gag in place and she orders me to the kitchen to prepare her dinner.

She eats Her meal as before, with me standing behind Her chair, ready to serve her, top up her wine glass and so on. Again, my meal consists of the maid’s table scraps and water taken from dishes on the floor, this time with my wrists re-cuffed behind my back.

i am then taken back to my cage to spend a wretched night with the gag and wrist and ankle cuffs still in place.

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i hear my Lord’s voice summoning the maid and me to the lounge. i feel overjoyed to hear Your voice again but You sound angry. Entering the lounge i want to feel at Your feet and kiss Your shoes but i sense something is wrong and so i kneel in the display position with straight back, head upright but with eyes lowered, knees apart and hands clasped behind my head. At Your signal, the maid locks my wrists to the back of my collar.

With a harsh tone, the maid is ordered to strip, which she does after a moment’s hesitation. She is then ordered to lie across a low table and grip the table legs with her hands while her knees are spread wide.

She is to be punished for abusing me. i sneak a glance up and see the cruel leather riding crop in Your hand. i can’t watch as the crop is lashed mercilessly across her upturned ass, but her terrible screams fill the room. i tremble in fear as the ferocious whipping goes on and on.

Her ass looks like raw meat before You finish and thrust the crop handle into her pussy and fuck her with it as she moans in an agony that is so familiar to me.

You turn to me and i shrink back in fear, i have never seen You angry like this and i am scared of what might happen to me now. But, You show me a bundle of banknotes and tell me that it is 50,000 Euros, the money earned from my torture movies. You suggest that the money would be mine but now You throw the notes into the fire where they quickly burn to nothing. i know that as a slave i am not permitted possessions but still the action of burning the cash earned by my pain and suffering bring tears to my eyes. Did my ordeal mean nothing?

"Both of you dismissed!" You harshly order, but before either of us can move, Your chauffeur enters and reminds You that You must leave immediately. You storm out of the door leaving the two of us naked and sobbing.

In her agony, the maid is struggling to stand. i ask her to release my hands so that i can help her. She staggers across to me and unlocks my wrists, i stand and we hug each other while i whisper soothing words to her and tell her how sorry i am that she was so cruelly punished.

i help her up to her room and lie her face down on the bed then i fetch a jar of soothing lotion which i gently apply to her badly marked ass. Then i lie down next to her and cuddle her until she falls asleep.

Chapter 8 – A Nice Weekend

i am brought to the living room, where i find You waiting. Without any greeting, You order me to lie on the low table, the same table over which the maid was made to lie for her flogging. i am made to lie with my legs up and apart and grip my ankles. You tie my right wrist to my right ankle and repeat with the left. i can do nothing but lie there, open and exposed.

The maid is there, but she is topless, wearing only a white skirt, she serves You a drink as You sit reading by the fire.

After a while, The Butler shows a visitor into the room. She is a beautiful and elegant lady. i feel my face and chest burning in shame and humiliation as i am so exposed in the presence of this fine lady and instinctively try in vain to close my legs but She shows no interest in me. i steal a glance at Her and i think i recognise Her as an important politician, although i don’t know Her name.

She sits next to You and the maid serves more drinks as You chat with Your guest. Soon, You are doing more than just chatting as You and Your guest kiss and explore each other’s bodies. i so wish it was me there with You. Between Your fondlings You continue to chat. i understand little of what is said but realise that You are discussing governmental matters.

All this time, i lie displayed on the table, my legs and hips aching from being tied in this uncomfortable position. The talking stops and the television is switched on, a DVD begins to play. i am mortified as i recognise my own voice screaming and begging; it is the film of my tortures at the hands of those sadistic thugs.

i can’t stand it, i close my eyes and try to make it go away but i can’t shut out the sounds; the crack of the whip on my flesh and my animalistic screams. my eyes fill with tears as i lie reliving my misery.

i can hear the sounds of the lady’s arousal and i look up as She stands and removed Her suit to reveal Her lovely body clad in sexy and obviously expensive lingerie. i think about the contrast between Her and myself, lying as i am, naked, my body bruised and welted. i have become accustomed to being naked, in the presence of You, my Lord and Your domestic staff; the maid, of course and The Butler who usually behaves as if i was not there. Even The Chauffeur and The Gardener, both of whom ogle my nudity and make lewd comments about what They would like to do to me.

But in the presence of this fine lady who is clearly to Your taste, i feel the depths of my status as a slave more intensely than ever. i am nothing, lower than an animal. i ask myself what i was thinking, a free, intelligent young woman back home in Ireland, i have signed away my life to become a slave, the property of my Lord who i worship and adore while in return receiving less affection than would a pet dog. i realise the significance of You burning the 50,000 Euros. It was to tell me that my suffering means nothing other than being a source of amusement and arousal for You and Your friends.   

Lost in my thoughts, i groaned as suddenly i fear that You and Your lovely guest will not be satisfied with just watching my torture on the DVD!

As i lie listening to You and Your beautiful guest with the sounds of my torture in the background, i remember the vow i made to myself when i was in my cage a few days ago. i would be the best slave for my Lord, after all He deserves only the best.

i am brought back to the present as She approaches and straddles my face. Her perfume is lovely but it is overwhelmed by the aroma of Her sex as She squats, covering my mouth with Her wet pussy. i try to stick my tongue into Her needy slit but that isn’t what She wants and She rides my face, humping back and forth, my nose pressing against Her hard clit.

From the corner of my eye, i see the maid, naked now, approaching and i feel her spread my thighs and straddle me there.

W/we form a sexual triangle; with me a part of it but at the same time detached as the two women simply use my body to satisfy their lust.

Harder and harder they ride me as i struggle to breathe. i hear the moans and cries of their pleasure mingled with the sounds of my torture still coming from the television. The Guest screams horrible insults at me and claws at my body with Her long finger nails.

The women come almost at the same time and the maid rolls away while The Guest still sits on my face cutting off my air until, just as i think i will pass out, She gets off and throws Herself into Your arms as i splutter and gasp for breath.

The maid is rolling on the floor, apparently in pain but i don’t know why. Meanwhile, i get my breath back and must lie there in frustration. The two women have satisfied themselves but i am unfulfilled. my cunt is spread open and i know it is oozing with my juices. i want… no, i need cock. i dare not say it but inwardly i am screaming, ‘PLEASE FUCK ME!!!’ 

i guess this is not on the agenda as i hear The Guest say to You, "I would fancy torturing them in the medieval way."

My heart sinks as i know this means big trouble for me.

my mind is in turmoil as i lie on the table, i am scared! i have had a taste of medieval torture when my Lord took me to the torture museum, but that had been very short, i dread an extended and more severe session.

And what of the maid? How will she cope? she is a free woman, not a slave like me and has not had the benefits of my Lord’s training of me. my merciful Lord has gradually increased the severity and length of my whippings, always pushing me to my limits and raising my pain threshold. Without that training, i doubt if i could have survived at the hands of those evil thugs who made the film of my torture.

i pray that my Lord will allow the maid a safe word and that she will have the presence of mind to use it.

i can feel the juices of my Lord’s elegant guest drying on my face. How appropriate that my Lord decreed that i am to be known as cumface and that my own name is never to be used. i understand that as a slave, a piece of property, a thing, i am not worthy of a proper name, merely a word that describes what i am. my name had rarely been used anyway, usually i am referred to as slave or whore; these words were even branded onto my belly, although they are faded now. Sometimes i am called cunt or slut or bitch, but hardly ever by my own name. Never, now would i hear my own name. it is, of course, meant to further humiliate and degrade me, to dehumanise me.

my clever and gracious Lord is so kind to allow me any kind of name at all.

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After a while, The Woman gets up and orders the maid to untie me. The maid and i are made to stand side by side and The Woman fastens collars around both our necks and links the collars together with a leather strap. O/our wrists are tied behind our backs and leashes attached to our collars.

W/we are then led down the stairs to the cellar. But then, to my surprise we go through a hidden door and down more stairs to a second, lower cellar. As we are led, i whisper to the maid to be brave but she looks at me with fear in Her eyes and she cries out in terror as we enter the lower cellar. It is dimly lit but in the shadows various instruments of torture can be glimpsed. 

i try to stay composed but inwardly i am terrified. i remind myself that whatever is going to happen down in this dungeon, i cannot avoid it and that i must strive to endure it for my Lord and not to embarrass Him. It is chilly down her and i shiver, through the cold and my fear, and my nipples are proudly erect.

The maid is pushed back against a wooden post and her wrists are bound above her behind the pole, her ankles are pulled up backwards, until her calves are horizontal, her ankles are then tied together behind the pole. From the pole a curved spike sticks out, shaped like a cow horn. Her virgin asshole slides over the cone shape bringing a moan of pain.

The young girl looks so lovely as she hangs from the pillar. Her beautiful breasts are high and thrust out invitingly on her chest and her stomach is hollowed below her ribs. Although she was kind to me when i was returned from my film making trip, she told me that she loves to see me suffer and would love to whip me herself. Now she is getting a taste of suffering Herself.

Then The Woman turns Her attention to me and She forces me backwards onto a raw wooden bench. my arms are pulled sideways and shackled to the wall behind me. A rope hanging from the wall above me is tied around my ankles causing my legs to be held upwards and bent slightly backwards.

i am trembling in fear as i feel You stroke my exposed ass and i get some comfort knowing that You are here.

The Woman selects a cruel looking riding crop and immediately starts a frenzied and furious attack on my ass and the backs of my thighs. Quickly, i am screaming and begging for mercy and my body is bucking and jerking against my bonds so that at time only my shoulders are in contact with the table. i can feel blood flowing as the lashes criss-cross earlier welts and i look across to You, silently begging for You to stop or at least control this lust crazed Woman.

My Lord has whipped me severely but never has my skin been broken as always, my Lord is in control. Even when the thugs who made the film of me used a bullwhip and a cane, they were controlled. But the savagery of this flogging made me more fearful than ever.

Occasionally, The Woman pauses and gripping my thighs, She grinds Her mound against my ass, riding me to satisfy Her lust. Or She moves across and lashes the maid’s out thrust breasts as she hangs from the post then she spreads the maid’s thighs and grinds against the maid, increasing the hanging girl’s misery as the horn pushes deeper into her ass.

The Woman then returns to me and resumes Her flaying of my poor ass. Again i get some respite as She bends over me while You bury Your magnificent cock deep into Her.

Oh Your cock, the cock i love to worship and yearn for the privilege of being allowed to kiss and suck it!

Again the whipping starts up, harder than ever until She lashes me so hard that the crop breaks and i slump down, sobbing and groaning in my agony, my body bathed in sweat despite the chill.   

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i am released from the table, but immediately dragged across to a corner of the dungeon where The Woman shackles my ankles to rings in the floor, spreading my legs wide. She forces me to bend and grab my ankles and She cuffs me, wrist to ankle. A rope is passed through a ring on my collar and the ends are tied off to the same floor rings my ankles are shackled to. Another rope which is hanging from a ceiling beam is attached to my collar. In this way i can move only my head, and then only a little.

The Woman goes back to the maid and pulls a kind of leather hood over her head that has holes only for her eyes and mouth. The maid is released from the wooden pillar and dragged across to a horizontal rack, thrown down onto it and shackled, her wrists over her head and her ankles to the corners of the rack. 

i watch in horror as the poor girl is stretched mercilessly and a bar below her back is raised, arching her upwards and stretching her even more. The Woman takes a medieval pear, pushes it roughly into the maid’s pussy and turns the handle stretching the girl’s pussy and causing her to scream and thrash her head from side to side. With the maid suffering the agonies of the damned, The Woman moves to me and rides against my ravaged ass or grinds Her pussy against my face until She cries out in lustful ecstasy.

Recovered, The Woman picks up an evil looking bullwhip and moves back to the maid, cruelly whipping her until the whole of the front of her body, from breasts to thighs, is criss-crossed with vivid welts. The maid’s screams and pleas for mercy are ignored as the savage whipping continues.

You move behind me and plunge Your adorable cock into my accommodating cunt and ass as You watch The Woman torture Her poor victim. There is no pleasure for me in this fucking, as each thrust causes You to bang against my welted and lacerated ass. Several times, The Woman uses my body to satisfy Her lust before returning again to the maid.

A funnel is forced into the maid’s mouth and jug after jug of dirty water is poured in, giving the maid no alternative but to swallow and, soon her belly swells as though she were pregnant. The maid is then released from the rack and suspended from the roof by her ankles with her hands tied behind her back.

The rack is moved out of the way and a burning candle is pushed into the maid’s ass. The bullwhip is then applied some more as the girl jerk and thrashes helplessly. Then a water barrel is pushed under the hanging girl and she is lowered until her head is under the water, causing her to panic and thrash about even more until she is raised up and allowed to breathe. Again and again she is plunged into the water until she must surely drown before being raised.

i’m horrified when i see The Woman take a red hot iron bar from the fire and press it to the maid’s belly. The girl screams like an animal until she is lowered again into the water. With her head under water, the glowing hot bar is pressed against her body as she jerks, bucks and thrashes. It is terrible to watch as this process is repeated over and over, the only respite for the maid being when The Woman comes and uses my body to bring Her to an Earth shattering orgasm before She returns again to Her victim.

When i see The Woman take a set of pincers glowing hot from the fire, it is too much for me and i start to shout out at The Woman, but i am afraid that i will take the maid’s place so i shut up and watch in disbelief as She closes the glowing pincers around the maid’s left breast. The smell of burning flesh fills the dungeon and the girl’s screams are inhuman until she is again lowered into the water.

i am almost oblivious of Your mighty cock pounding my ass-hole as The Woman rushes over and grabs my head, pressing my face to Her pussy until She screams in ecstasy before returning to attend to the maid’s right breast, this time severing the nipple completely. It is too much for me and i pass out.

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When i awake i find myself in my Lord’s bedroom, chained by my collar to the foot of the bed. A shiver runs through my body as memories of the torture in the lower dungeon flood back and my body aches all over.

i look up to find my Lord asleep, alone. Then, when You awake You drag me onto the bed, tie me down and fuck me endlessly. In spite of the pain i still feel, i cum… without permission. i can’t help myself, the fucking goes on and on, in my cunt, then my ass and back to my cunt again. Your staying power is amazing and i cum again and again until i beg You to stop. But instead, You insert a small love egg into my dripping cunt and You continue to shag me.

Finally after hours of fucking and many orgasms, i feel You flood my sore cunt with Your precious spunk and, finally You lie back.

You switch on the television and The Woman appears, giving a speech about women’s right and their liberation. The speech is in Dutch but has English subtitles. Inwardly i rage at the irony and hypocrisy of The Woman, but outwardly i dare not react. 

cumface, the animal is locked into the cramped dog cage and as i huddle in there, i think about the way the maid was tortured and i wonder if she survived and what happened to her. i miss her, she was the closest i had to a friend, but after a few days a new maid arrived, beautiful and with a lovely curvy figure.

i lie in my cage for many hours, curled up on my side as my poor whipped ass is so very tender. i drift in and out of sleep but when i sleep, my dreams are haunted by visions of the hideous torture of the maid, mixed with my own torture at the hands of the film crew. Blondie is there, and The Doctor, as well as The Elegant Woman. And, of course, You are there, sitting in a comfortable chair, sipping Your drink and enjoying the spectacle of Your slave suffering. Sometimes in my dream, i am watching as the maid suffers and at other times it is me feeling the terrible pain.

i wake with a shudder and tears in my eyes, back in my tiny cage. i think back about how the reality of my slavery is so much harsher than i had imagined. i had envisaged some light bondage and gentle whipping as a prelude to fucking and sucking. i had been so naïve. i remember some of the stories i had read where the Master comes to love His slave and they both live happily ever after. i love my Lord, i worship Him, but i had learned that there would be few signs of love towards me. Only pain, humiliation and degradation!

But deep within me, i know this is what i need, what i crave and what i deserve.