DAY THREE
I lingered at breakfast contemplating my fates for the day. Yesterday had passed
quietly without pain or incident. And though I longed to be home I was not
terrified today. Funny thing though, as I contemplated this day with a great
deal of trepidation, I found myself lacking the despair, terror, and confusion
of that first nightmarish day. My body still ached, but even that was feeling
better. I knew that at sometime this morning I would be mated with my knew Lab
and that tonight I had to work one of the dungeon rooms, one day on with one day
off until I left. The images and thoughts were enough to cause considerable
anxiety, but not the panic of two days ago.
The Doctors visit went without much to do. My nipples were healing up just fine,
my bottom becoming accustomed to its environment. I was released to the kennels.
This brought a wave of anxiety sweeping over me. I knew it was entirely
unavoidable and had made my peace with its inevitability... but when no one was
at the kennel. I felt such a great relief.
The Lab was happy to see me. I scratched his ears and tummy. I cleaned up his
kennel pen, got him fresh clean water and food, and sat to curry him. That
didn't seem to appease him much. He wanted to play. So I attached the leash and
escorted him to the play yard. I saw the Mistress waiting as we approached the
play yard.
"I guess you get another kind of play this morning, Bud." I spoke softly bending
down to scratch his ears.
"Follow me." The Mistress spoke flatly. I wanted to scream at her, not for what
she was about to do but for the complete stoic manner in which she approached
the thing. I at least had some emotions about it. As I struggled with my
emotions we entered an out-building. It reminded me of stables. I could see two
men at the far end struggling with one of the woman that had arrived with me,
the blond. She was cursing, refusing to be fucked by some damned dog. I ached
for her foolishness. It was going to happen, period. And now she would get the
lash for her efforts. She disappeared into a room at the far end. Then there was
silence. I followed behind the Head Mistress in silence.
The Mistress stopped in front of a room. I entered. It was small like a prison
cell. A concrete floor with a drain. And a small leather couch/cot raised and
curled at one end. A sink hung from the wall across from the couch. My leather
panty buckles were unlocked and removed. I removed the dildo from my twat. The
butt plug remained. I lay down on my stomach with my hips over the curled end of
the couch, as I was instructed by the Head Mistress. My bottom raised above my
torso in the air. My ankle shackles fastened and locked to the floor. My nipple
chain fastened to the wall in front of me.
"Do you need the ball-gag?" the Mistress asked.
"No, Mistress." With that she removed the dog's leash and stepped outside.
"Come here, Bud. Fuck Mommy. Come here, Bud."
He came up and slurped my face. I scratched his ears. Then gently pressed his
head back toward my waist. With a little effort and guidance from the Head
Mistress he soon found my sex. His cold nose bolted me. His tongue began to
slide across my pussy lips and over my anus. The next pass parted my labia.
Tears filled my closed eyes. I turned my head to the wall. I felt disgusted with
myself. It felt too good. I hated what was happening to my body, and worse the
way it was responding. Bud's paws scratched my back when he mounted me. His cock
felt hot against my wet wanton flesh. I reached my first orgasm just as Bud's
cock found its mark. It was all an orgasmic blur from there until I felt his
knot for the first time. It filled me, pressured me, and orgasmed me out of my
mind. Then there was the hot jism spraying deep inside... and we were tied,
mated. I was surprised at the stimulation I got from being tied. I decided I
would have to hate myself later this just felt too good to ruin. I was hooked.
In that instant I knew some part of me would be a 'Bitch' for the rest of my
life. I was a gooey mess! The Mistress returned after Bud slipped free. I was
released from my restraints and given a cloth to clean up at the sink. Bud was
right there beside me with a silly grin, his tail wagging. I scratched his ears.
"Yeah. Me too!" I cooed at him.
"These will be returned to your room." The Mistress held up my panty strap and
dildo. "You will wear them to the dungeons and at meals."
"Yes, Mistress." She left. I hooked Bud up to his leash and strode onto the play
yard. I still had many issues to resolve. I found the concept of mating with
strangers disturbing. Then somewhere way past that was mating with this dog. I
knew that I had NO choice in these matters at the moment, and could excuse my
behaviors as survival. The problem was that I really was enjoying some of these
things... and I had enjoyed Bud way too much. There was Dan to consider too. He
would have some reaction to all of these things. And I had to hope in the depths
of my heart that his reaction would not be one of disgust... and eventually
accept my sale at auction. I took Bud out to play.
After lunch I took Bud back to the "couch barn" for another good fucking. I
found myself quivering with lustful anticipation as he mounted me. My orgasms
were exhausting. I returned Bud to the kennel to prepare for tonight's work. He
was happy. I was an exhausted bundle of confusion.
Frankly I was very scared about tonight. I was to actually work in one of the
dungeon rooms. Women were assigned to a room where particular events took place.
As I had only waited tables, drinks, and coats I had no real knowledge of what
to expect - except pain. I was instructed to leave my leather panty and plug in
my room. I was instructed to bring my leather hood and ball-gag. I arrived on
time... frankly I just didn't dare to be late. I had seen the bruises from the
riding crop both on my bottom and on several other women's flesh. I was in the
candle room.
There were several large wooden structures in the room about the walls. These
were in the shape of an X with a small bench seat just below center. In the
center of the room was an inclined bench with arms at either end. The Mistress
entered just behind me. I didn't like her. She represented unacceptable
behaviors... and pain.
"Come here woman." She pointed to one of the 'X'.
"Yes, Mistress." I stood before her. She slipped a stool in front of the bench.
"Sit."
I could barely get myself upon it was so small. She immediately fastened the
metal loop of my wrist cuffs to each side of the 'X'. I hung mostly by my arms,
barely able to sit. My legs were spread apart and fastened by the ankles to
opposite side of the 'X'. Another woman walked in. She walked to the other
wooden 'X' and waited. The Mistress walked to the other woman. We were soon both
"seated" and the Mistress left. We sat for what seemed like forever before one
of the male Masters came in.
"Very good! The newbie." It was the brute that had so brutalized my nipples that
first day. I shuddered in panic. I was in trouble tonight!
He uncuffed me and helped me down. My legs wobbled as he lay me out upon the
table. My arms straight out from my sides... my legs spread as far out from my
sides as he could without pulling one of them from its socket.
"Have you ever felt the sting of hot wax?" he asked as he returned from the
cupboard. He was fussing over a fondue like pot.
"No, Master."
"Ever hot waxed your legs?"
"Yes, Master."
"Well, this will be much worse... fell free to express yourself." And with that
he lit a tall dinner candle. The flame rose, then flickered as it set into a
steady burn. My eyes were wide as he turned the candle about. A bead of wax
fell. I watched it like a slow motion film till it hit my tummy. The hotness
really didn't get through the surprise as a stinging sensation shot through my
tummy. Then another and another... It was hot! It hurt... but I held my tongue.
I thought it might do better if I took away his pleasure in my pain. He trailed
dribbles of wax up my tummy and over to my breast. I could not fight off the
pain in my breast as he dribbled circles about each breast. I screamed and
begged. To no avail, as I knew it was the painful cries he sought. I sobbed as
quietly as possible as he approached my head.
"Open your mouth woman." I did as I was told. He placed the lit dinner candle in
my mouth.
"Hold it still and most of the wax will burn off. Move it and it will spill." A
droplet fell upon my tongue. I could not scream in pain. I dare not move. I
closed my lips around the base and waited. He walked to the bottom of the table.
"I have wanted to take you since that first day." And he proceeded to fuck my
pussy. His constant giggling of the table did not allow me to keep the candle
very still. Within minutes my mouth, chin, and cheeks were covered with wax.
When he was finished he brought a plug on a four-foot pole to the table. He
placed this into my cum-stained twat and tied the end solidly between my knees.
He removed the candle from my lips lowering my head almost to the floor.
"Please, Master don't hurt me." I begged knowing that that was exactly what he
wanted me to do, beg for his non-existent mercies. It was purely involuntary,
but I just had to do something. I was scared to death of this man. He took the
small fondue type pot in his hand.
"Now, this will really hurt." He began to pour a slight but steady stream of
liquid paraffin wax directly on to my plugged pussy. I let out a scream that
would curl paint from the walls. Burning pain raged from every nerve ending. The
tendered sensitive areas of the inner thigh, my labia, and ass were covered in
scalding wax. I nearly passed out... my eyes squeezed tightly shut.
"Have a good nap?" He was till there. I was still here. But my pussy didn't burn
like normal burned flesh. In fact I could not feel fire in any of the waxed
areas. I was puzzled. Wax still coated my facial areas so I knew that I hadn't
dreamed this whole thing up. He sat the table up to the horizontal again. With
the fondue pot wax he scalded my navel then each breast. He replaced the candle
in my mouth and lit a large hurricane candle. This he began to dribble/pour over
the whole of my body. It hurt! I brightly conscious of each fiery speck.
Unfortunately this did not take all night. He released me and reattached me to
my 'X' chair. Two other men had come in and were busy working their painful play
upon the other woman. I waited and watched. As it turned out I was waxed twice
more before the evening was done. I WAS TIRED AND I HURT! The night was too long
for fun! I barely though about Dan and the kids as exhaustion over came me in my
room.
* * *
Dan missed his wife more with each passing day. He ached for her to be home. He
fixed dinner for the kids. He found a respite in the time he spent with his
kids. It helped anchor himself... and re-enforced the notion that she would be
home soon enough. He really missed her.
Dan's mouth gapped at the sight of his wife being fucked by this big black Lab.
As he gaped at the computer screen he realized that she was chained over the end
of the couch. But... He was stunned. Then she was tied to it. His stomach
twisted. His anger rose at what they were doing to his wife. No one had said
anything about this to either of them. In the next picture she sat chained to an
'X'. Then some man was fucking her while she was tied to a table. And she was
screaming as wax had been poured about her genitals. She was in obvious pain.
Her body covered in wax.
Dan was steaming mad. He fired an angry e-mail to the address. He waited...
nothing. He was angry at himself, and at this place! He hurt for his wife. He
wanted to rescue her. But nothing returned in the e-mail.
