The slut is naked, fixing Master's lunch with an inflated dildo hanging from her asshole, and her tits tightly bound with needles in each nipple.  He sits back in his chair and watches her grimace with every movement.  When he arrived, he set a stack of index cards on the table face-down. 

"There are neither safe words nor limits.  When you need me to stop, or you want to cum, eat, drink, piss, anything you want or need, you must first draw a card.  Whatever is on that card will be traded in return for my permission."

Master spent hours thinking about all the ways he wants to use his slut, and then created a deck of index cards.  He included a few cards to allow her an orgasm, but for the most part, she will be choosing between accepting her current torment and trading it for another. 

"This is your behavior board.  When you do not comply with my commands, or choose to disobey me or not respond immediately to my wishes, you will get a checkmark.  At the end of each day, I will tally and then determine a suitable punishment for your offenses.  The punishments I choose will be harsh."

She is strong-willed and he has never made her cry, but this visit, oh yes, she is going to cry.  Master is going to make her cry. 

His slut must learn total submission to him and his desires.  He is going to quickly and efficiently demonstrate that her needs and wants are unimportant.  She will have to beg to be allowed to worship his cock. 

Yes, his slut is going to be worked into a sexual frenzy, made into a desperate-to-orgasm whore.  She cums so easily and often with very little stimulation.  He is going to change that.  She will not be allowed sexual pleasure.  He may choose to make her wait several days before he allows her an orgasm.

Oh yes, she will remember this time. 

He pushed to her hands and knees, wrapped his belt around her neck, and led her roughly into the bedroom.  Lifting her with his belt, he laid her face up and spread her legs wide.  He connected her wrist restraints to her ankles leaving her clit exposed and quivering.  Reaching into his bag, he pulls out a wooden ruler.  She watches him, shuddering as she realizes what he is about to do.

"Yes, my slut.  A good old fashioned clit whipping.  Hold this ball and when you drop it, that tells me to stop and have you draw a card.”  With the cock gag secured around her head, she is unable to even whimper.

Pulling the top portion of the ruler back, he positions it inches from her clit and releases it.  The wood smacks against her clit and her body lurches from the surprise.  Snapping the ruler again but a little harder, he notices her clit peeking out from its cocoon.  Maintaining a slow steady pace, he slaps the wood into her flesh rotating from her clit to her cunt.  Her skin turns a bright pink, then a dark red, and begins to swell.  She is oozing so much cunt juice making the ruler "splat" as it crashes into her cunt.

She is crying.  No Master has never made her cry, but this time, oh yes, she is crying and squeezing the ball tightly in her hand. 

He whips her until her openings are swollen masses of hot sexed up tissue, and then prepares her first cleansing.  Rolling her over, ass high and face smashed into the bed linens, he inserts a turkey baster full of liquid soap directly into her rectum.  Shoving a dildo in her ass, he pushes the thick liquid deeper inside her, smearing the abrasive solution along the walls of her rectal cavity, sliding it in and out and twisting it until sudsy foam oozes from her sphincter. 

Removing the dildo, he threads the large colon tube deep inside her tract, and then releases the water.  Warmth floods her belly as the soap and water rushes into her intestinal tract and colon; cramps overtake her.  She whimpers, and begs for the flow to cease even as bubbles escape from her opening.  Gravity forces the solution deep into her colon.  Her face turns bright red, her arms supporting her weight against the floor tremble.

Unable to resist the position, he picks up his favorite wooden paddle and whips her butt cheeks until each are bright red.  She has no idea which hurts worse, the enema churning deep inside her colon or the whipping on her sore butt cheeks.

After two additional cleanings, she cannot take anymore and drops the red ball to the floor.  Just for the sake of it, he delivers another ten of the hardest hits so far to each butt cheek.  Her chest heaves from the sobs.

He finishes and brings the deck of cards to her. "Draw a card and let's see what it says."

Her rectal cavity was swollen and engorged from his "liquid" treatments. She draws a card and hands it to him.  "Oh, my slut.  You have to hold the Three Bumps for your Rump butt plug inside your ass for two hours."

He slaps her inner thighs until her legs are spread wide. He puts on a glove and lubes it with Ben Gay.  The pungent order assaults her nostrils but her mind does not register what he is doing behind her.  Her focus is on his fingers weaving into her tunnel.  His hand twists and turns even as it pushes deeper into her body.

Withdrawing, he lubes the plug.  She cries out in pain as the Ben Gay begins to burn and the pressure builds as he forces the first bump through her opening, pausing at the widest point. 

"Okay, first bump is in. Take a deep breath as I insert the next one." He pulls her butt cheeks apart and jams the second bump into her.

She screams, cries, and pleads with him to remove the plug.  The pain is paralyzing.

But she is his. He owns her.  And causing agony for her brings him pleasure.  There is something so sexy about looking into the slut’s eyes while you use her. 

"When will you remove the plug? It hurts really bad."

"You can trade one pain for another.  Draw a card and let's see what it says."

Fear overwhelms her; she knows that what is on the next card could be far worse than her current pain, or better, like an orgasm.  Hands shaking, she draws the next card from his deck, and hands it to Master.

He smiles as he reads the card, "My favorite, sit on the chair backwards and hang your tits over the back of the chair.  Each tit gets 20 hits with my cane.  Yes, a total of 40 hits on top of and underneath your tits.  I think I will leave the plug in until after I whip your tits."  She whimpers and clenches her teeth.

He owns her. This is his slut. And he can do what he wants, anytime he wants. She is his personal fuck toy and he loves it.

He loves escalating her pain.  She is a masochist at heart.

"Please let me draw another card.  I am going to explode, Master."  He draws the next card in the deck and smiles a wicked grin. 

"Oh, another painful task.  Well, painful for you that is."  And he reads the card.

His overly gleeful laugh is almost child-like as he reads the next card.  “Well this is most fortuitous.  Canine ass-fucking.  Good thing we prepared you for this or it could have been an unpleasant experience.”

Little does she know that he stacked the deck.  Each dog has been specially trained to mount any female human using, if necessary, brute force, body-slamming her to all fours.  He does not believe that she will need much encouragement once she sees the size of a fully engorged dog cock.  She is a cock-hungry slut and it doesn’t matter if the male is two-legged or four, it is the cock she craves.

The horror is clearly conveyed in her eyes.  Her hands protectively cover the crack of her buttocks.  He has threatened her with this before but never followed through.  But now it is in the cards and she must follow through.

Once again, he wraps his belt around her throat and leads her out to the barn.  Dogs bark loudly at their approach and by the time he ties her into position, the pack of males in the pen are so excited that their cocks hang heavily from their respective sheaths. 

Abject fear renders her unable to neither communicate nor escape; her body refuses to struggle against her bindings.  In fact, her cunt is dripping raw desire which is causing the disturbance among the male animals; her musky sexual scent is strong and emanates in all directions.

He walks among the dogs checking to see which is the most excited and ready to make his slut into an anal dog-bitch.  His german shepherd, Rock, is slim and heavily muscled.  His cock is bright red, dripping pre-cum and his agitation at not being allowed relief has made him impatient.  He is not a cunt licker and instead aggressively takes any hole he can fit his cock.

Released from the pen, Rock darts right for his intended, sniffing for a few seconds before jumping onto her back and digging his paws into her tiny waist.  Her body position is still a bit off kilter and as his frustration increases, he starts nipping the nape of her neck even as he pulls her hips to his manhood.

Thrusting and fucking air, the dog is beyond control.  His singular focus is her asshole, blossoming in anticipation of his penetration.  Master guides his cock to her sphincter just as Rock lunges forward and thrusts the entire length of his stem inside her with one hard stroke.

His cock plunges with impressive velocity and butts against the barrier that protects her intestines.  Almost a sixth sense propels him deeper into her core; the constant impact until the muscle finally yields to his cock.  His neck croons upwards, his lungs fill with oxygen, and a vicious yowl spouts from his mouth.  It is the scream of the conqueror, his announcement to the world that this is his bitch and he has achieved total dominance over her.

The instinct to continue his expedition into her body is overwhelming.  His position shifts to the front pads of his hind legs, one leg climbing on top of her back to align his knot with her.  Years of canine evolution dictates that when he mates, his knot must trap his sperm in her body, and he works like the devil to get it in, pounding at her sphincter.

The initial penetration sent sharp knife pains into her belly, but her opening did not rip or tear.  The previous card helped to eliminate that outcome.  The thickness and spongy feel of his cock is exhilarating.  Her hips move in perfect accord with his manic thrusts.  She wants his knot, she wants his doggie cum, she wants everything the animal is willing to give her and more.

Her body heaves under the dog’s weight and rocks with his lunges.  She bears down and is shocked when foreign but magical sensations consume her.   Bearing down as hard and long as a woman would bear down during childbirth, screaming with the effort as air leaves her lungs, she feels a pop just before her ass clenches shut. 

The knot, his knot is securely in place and just in time.  His seed pours into her colon, expanding the compressed organ with the sheer volume of semen that was hidden in his massive balls.  She pushes back into his groin, forcing the tip of his cock farther into her and rides him even as he twists around and is now ass-to-ass with her.

Her anal muscles close tightly and cling to him, savoring his knot, jostling his juices inside her rectum, as her body is besieged with an anal orgasm so intense, her arms tremble, her cunt spasms, her colon contracts, her tits spray streams of milk.

She is fired up.  That orgasm sent her to a place that was so spectacular that she wants it again.  A new addiction has taken root within her.  She lunges towards the dog and licks his dripping cock as it retreats into its sheath. 

The dog does not care to have her near him.  He used her and is now finished with her.  He nips then barks at her and she retreats.  Looking at her master, she crawls to him, swaying her hips and swaggering her body as she approaches him, anything to entice him to fuck her.  She feels so empty and needs him.

Stepping back from her, he calmly dictates, “Draw another card and hand it to me.”

Her head snaps back into reality as she stares upon the deck of index cards sitting on the edge of the table.  Her body is revved up, sexed up, and she wants cock.  But is it in the cards or is it another one of his demented tortures?

With great fear and trepidation, she draws the next card and hands it to him.  He smiles; one of those all knowing all seeing smug smiles before reading it to her.

“A hairbrush whipping.  One hundred strikes, you choose where, the inside of each thigh, your belly, clit, tits, bottom of your feet, your choice.  You can choose to move the whipping from one place to another just as long as it is 100 total strikes.”  He pauses; a long pregnant pause in which she holds her breath and waits to hear the rest of her fate. 

“That’s not so bad but I think we need to make this more interesting.”  He leaves her wondering what his “more interesting” will entail.  She knows her first choice, the clit, yes; a good old fashioned clit whipping with a hairbrush and she will have a magnificent orgasm.  Scrapping and scratching noises can be heard from the other room but she cannot discern what he is doing.  The sounds almost seem exaggerated or dramatic movements of furniture just to scare the hell out of her.  And its working.

When he created this index card, he knew exactly how he wanted it to play out.  And he was ready.  The hairbrush he selected is a high-end horse brush with bristles similar to stiff strands of wire and the silver plated backing has an intricate word inlaid in the center.

“Lay on the bed, face up, pull your knees up to your tits and hold them.  You cannot move, not even a little bit or I will start the count over.”

He leaves the room again and she eagerly gets into position.  Returning, he stops to admire the vision this vixen presents.  His is not surprised to see the volume of cunt juices glistening and streaming between her crack.  Yes, she is absolutely going to enjoy this and frankly, so is he.  She is truly a cock-hungry pain-loving whore. 

Wielding the horse brush like a first-time batter, he swings recklessly, striking the white skin inside her left thigh just a fraction of an inch from her cunt lips.  The sound of the plated-silver striking exposed flesh is tantamount to a cast-icon frying pan across the butt cheeks.  A thick loud echo is quickly followed by a low muffle as the emblem on the back of the brush presses into her flesh.  Several more strikes, same spot, very close but still missing her clit are driving her mad.

Each strike seems to arouse her even more if that is possible.  Strikes five through ten, her cunt gushes pent-up juices.  Strikes eleven through twenty leaves her whimpering, whether from pleasure or pain, he is unsure. 

Her body shifts trying to catch a direct hit on her clit but he is relentless, striking in faster strokes and hitting the same spot, the delicate inner thigh, the count is 25 and she is in agony. 

Standing back, he admires the black and blue colors developing inside the emblem.  SLUT.  Bold thick letters imprinted in perfect bruises on her lily white inner thigh.  Now to match her other thigh. 

Without mercy, he continues until the right thigh matches the left.  SLUT etched into her flesh with bruises.  Strikes twenty-one through thirty-five were hard smacks, each with its own echo as he delivered them using his back swing.  Strikes thirty-six through forty left indentations in her flesh and bruises started to surface.  With the count at 50, his excitement grows. 

The same with the inside of her right thigh as he delivered the twenty-five strikes, her arousal level rising off the charts, her hunger to be fucked a desperate need as he progresses through the number of hits dictated by the cards.

He pauses to admire the fast reaction of her flesh.  Large block letters colored an array of dark blues and violets, proclaiming her a true SLUT.  Fifty more strikes remain.  

“We are going to play musical chairs.  Well my version of it.  When the music starts, you will be standing in front of the first chair and as the music plays, you walk to the next chair.  Each chair has a dildo and a special lubricant.  When the music stops, you must do three things. 

First, rub the lubricant deep inside your ass and on the dildo.  Next, sit on the dildo, spreading your butt cheeks wide until it is completely inside your asshole.  Finally, take the hairbrush and smack one tit twenty-five times.  Yes, you heard me.  You will whip each of your tits with your asshole stuffed.  And mark my words on this … if you do not hit your breasts as hard or harder than me, then I will restart the count at one and will make you beat your tits until they are swollen globes of black and blue.”

She stands next to the chair and the music starts.  As she walks past each of the chairs, she takes note of the torturous dildos and anal plugs in the center of the seat with a lubricant next to it.  The lubricants are diverse collection and chosen to increase her pain, tobacco sauce, olive oil and cayenne pepper, Ben Gay.

She quickly walks past the most terrifying plugs and lubricants, but with only eight chairs in the circle, she seems to end up next to the worst and worries that the music will stop.  And it did.  Tabasco sauce and a dildo called “The Bomb”.

The bomb is shaped like a bullet except that it is eight inches tall and six inches in circumference.  Black.  Shiny.  Menancing.  Holding her ass cheeks wide, she tries to get the bomb to enter her ass but it slides and her opening seems unable to stretch wider to fit. 

“Hold your ass cheeks wide apart, spread your legs so you are straddling the chair and lower your asshole on top if the bomb.”

She holds her butt cheeks as wide apart as she can and lowers her body onto the bomb.  He grips her shoulders and pushes her down with such force that the bomb does completely inside her ass.  Her screams make his cock jerk and twitch.  Handing her the horse brush, she clutches her left breast and slams it into the top of her tit flesh.  Her hand drops, her tit sags, and the echo ends just as quickly as it began. 

“Harder.  Much harder bitch.”

She does not hold back, swinging with the force of a batter at the plate and bases loaded, her tit meat compresses then bounces and her body jerks and she steps back a few feet.  Wielding the hairbrush like a warrior in a life or death battle, she swings in rapid succession, delivering fifteen hits to her tit.  Welts rise, bruises surface, yet her nipple lengthens and thickens, almost as though it wants more.  She switches to her right breast, and again she delivers the hits like an out of the ballpark homerun champ.  Tears stream down her cheeks but her cunt juices flow like a river between her thighs.

Fully prepared to deliver the actual final homerun hits, he orders her back to the bed, legs compressed into her battered tits, and her cunt lips wide.  He swings with a determination to really hurt her.  And he does.  The swing and the meeting of the hairbrush and her unprotected sex sends rivers of her juices spraying and the splat sound arouses him even more than the actual beating.  As he continues unabated, she is sobbing yet pleading for more. 

“Harder.  Please.  Harder.  Hit my clit again.  Please don’t stop.  Give me more.”  Womanly juices fly in all directions as he continues no longer counting.  He is whipping her clit with the hair brush because it feels good to him, he is enjoying it, and the proof is in the size of his cock.

Raging with pain-fueled pleasure, her moans turn to a low guttural humming, and as he reaches strike number ninety-eight, she is in her zone.  Spittle flies from her opened mouth, cunt juices spray both him and her, and her orgasmic release is a sight to behold.

Her body spasms and lurches as he finishes the remaining hairbrush strikes, all direct hits on her cunt.  The waves of pleasure burn through her from head to toe, yes, even her toes curled from the potent release.  She shudders and moans and groans but yet, the orgasm continues.

His cock is out of control.  He wants to fuck her ass, and fuck it hard.  Bound with her legs smashed into her bruised breasts, her ass glistens with trails of cunt juices.  He dries her crack, then rams into her full force until his balls slap into her upturned butt cheeks.

He pounds her asshole with a singular goal in mind, to feed her masochistic tendencies by hurting her, possessing her, controlling her every thought.  Nothing is more degrading than to be thoroughly sodomized, fucking her ass until it gapes and his cum oozes out and then becomes dried and crusty.  But he wants more.  He wants to degrade her even further.

After he fills her rectum with his sperm, he remains inside her, his cock soft but warmed by her body temperature.  He repositions so that his cock relaxes further, and when he finally feels the need to release, he urinates inside her giving her a full-fledged piss enema.  His urine feels wonderful as it floods her canal and pools at her opening.  It almost feels like his cock is swimming in a heated pool even as he continues to drain his bladder inside her.

And as he withdraws his cock, he quickly shoves the bullet butt plug inside her large opening, trapping his cum and urine inside her body.  He props a vibrator on her clit, turns it on high, and leaves her for several hours.

She screams to be allowed to expel, she screams from forced orgasms, yet he ignores her cries until he hears the magic words, “Master, can I draw a card?”

“This will be interesting.” His says with his smile a mile wide and his devilish eyes twinkling.  “Mummified in saran wrap with nipples nailed to a tree and 25 hits with the flogger of my choice.”

His delight in observing the horror in her eyes is off the charts.  His cock twitches and drips just thinking of her outside, nipples nailed to the tree, her body encased in a plastic cocoon, and whipping her.

He ponders what he wants to enjoy most, the STING or the THUD.  It is an age old question of sadists.  All floggers have some of each but here is the rule of thumb.  STING is decided mostly by the type of hide used; whereas THUD is decided by how thick the hide is and the number of tails.

Doubling the tails dramatically increases the THUD of the flogger, giving that cathartic slam that his cock enjoys.  This is important in lighter and medium hides where a very soft feel is desired but also lots of THUD.  It is also why thick hides like bull and buffalo or anything made into a mop are so amazing and overwhelming.  When needing something dynamic that provides equal STING and THUD, a Mop flogger with reinforced ends is the answer!

As she expels and then showers, he prepares everything.  He knows the perfect spot and tree in a nearby wooded area.  Maybe a picnic after he finishes using her, something to show he is not a total sadist, or not. 

His cock remains in a perpetual state of semi-hardness since she drew the card.  Just thinking about nailing her tits to a tree is erotic enough but the addition of plastic wrap and his flanged mop flogger makes the experience exceptionally more scintillating.

The two walk silently through the woods in single file, him urging her naked body along by nipple clamps and a chain.  Her six-inch heels cause her to stumble frequently but he neither pauses nor slows his pace.  A catheter dangles between her thighs, swaying with each step and dripping urine since he removed the plug when they arrived at the forest’s edge.

Arriving at a large hundred-year old oak tree, he sets his basket of supplies aside and kisses her, a lip-smacking, tongue-dancing, spit-swapping kiss that leaves her breathless when he breaks away.  He figures it will take about an hour to get her setup properly. 

He removes the nipples clamps and laughs at her screams as the blood rushes into the flattened tips.  “She thinks this is bad, wait until I put Grip-Rite 16D 3.5 inch Hot-Dipped Galvanized Smooth nails through those nips.”  The thought alone makes him smile as he stares at her pained facial expressions. 

He connects the heavy chain to the D-ring in her wide posture collar, throws it over a low-hanging branch, and pulls it tight until her head is upturned and her chin rests against the cool bark.  After connecting the end link to a link in the chain just above her, he fondles her lovely tits, pinches and twists her nipples, then slaps her butt a couple of times before continuing. 

What she thought was his walking stick turns out to be a spreader bar as he pulls her legs wide and attaches each end to her ankle restraints.  Turning her torso partially to the side, he unrolls the plastic wrap, and uses the entire roll to bind her arms together above and behind her head, her hands in the praying position.  No need to restrain her wrists; the wrap keeps her arms behind her neck, stretched, and above her head!

Using two full rolls of plastic, he wraps them tightly around her entire torso from under her arms to just above her pelvic bone.  Little beads of sweat roll down from her extended arms then drips onto her plastic-encased torso. 

Working quickly, he pulls another couple rolls and wraps each leg from her pelvic bone to her ankle restraints.  Taking a few steps back, he admires his work.

Sitting on the picnic blanket, he takes a sip of white wine; it is chilled and refreshingly sweet as it slides down his throat.  A breeze sweeps past him and cools the perspiration on his bare chest. 

The picture presented by his cock-hungry pain slave is better than perfect; everything he imagined about this moment and more. 

She is as exotic as an Island Gray Fox, the "Rarest of the Rare" and nearly extinct in the California Channel Islands.  The diffusion of light against her body is perfectly triangulated as gentle winds blow high in the tree’s thick canopy and streams of sunlight break through.  Bright rays illuminate her pale flesh; each beam bends then quickly bounces from her body in a magnificent rainbow of amazing colors. 

He takes several photos and examines each.  With the assistance of Mother Nature, this plastic-encased form, his slave, models the Law of Reflection … equal measures of luminance and radiance.

He is having the time of his life.  After finishing his glass of wine, he contemplates exactly how he is going to nail her tits to the tree.  Nail her nipples only?  Or use several nails and hammer her breast meat as well?

The delicious snack, couple glasses of wine, and the warm afternoon makes him drowsy and he nods off for a few hours.  She stands naked, strapped to the tree, leg muscles burning, cramps wreaking havoc on her toes, her arms and tits are totally numb, and sweat is accumulating beneath the plastic wrap as she bakes in the afternoon heat.

The neck collar prevents her from looking around.  The spreader bar prevents her from turning around.  The plastic wrap covering her arms prevents her from moving around.  She desperately needs to lower her arms to get blood flow to her limbs once again.  She hears his snores and knows that she is in for a long-haul.

Slowly, he inhales several deep breaths of fresh air; his eye lids flutter and blink as they adjust to the afternoon light.  Stretching, he looks around and pauses at the sight of the naked woman.  Her beauty is without question a definite A+, her curvaceous body an AA+, and bound to the tree, an absolute AAA+ rating on the scale of fantasy sex slaves. 

Breaking from his thoughts, he quickly recalls his mission.  With less than three hours of daylight remaining, he rummages in the basket and pulls out the box of Grip-Rite 16D 3.5 inch Hot-Dipped Galvanized Smooth nails and his handy dandy Hickory Ball Pein hammer.

She hears him jostling around behind her, then his heavy footsteps as he approaches her tree-bound body.  Deep in her heart, she knows that unimaginable pain is in her near future, but somehow, she finds it difficult to believe that he is going to really nail her tits to the tree.  She welcomes his heavy flogger mop; it has brought her to orgasmic bliss on more than one occasion.  But her tits nailed to the tree, she simply cannot accept that he will do that.

Laying the hammer and nails down behind her, he reaches around to clutch her tits, one in each hand.  He squeezes the breast meat digging his fingers into the soft tissue, they are so malleable and he finds it difficult to resist the urge to slap or whip them.  He loves watching her tits shudder and shake from the impact, slamming into each other or dancing alone after a particularly severe hit. 

But that is for another time; his focus remains singular and his cock is so excited that he momentarily entertains the thought of unleashing her long enough to fuck her mouth.  Perhaps another time, he thinks to himself as he pulls her nipples outwards and then compresses them into her chest cavity. 

With total focus now on her nipples, he rolls them between his fingers, pulls them out and away from her body to stretch them, and then scrapes them against the cool rough tree.  Again, rolling, pulling, stretching, scraping, her nipples are on fire.  All the while, her cunt pours a steady stream of sexual lust; her womanly fluids drenching her spread thighs and drip onto the forest floor beneath her.

Raising her nipples, pulling them upwards and forcing her onto the tips of her toes, he looks over her shoulders to determine the best placement for the nails.  He flattens them, watches each spring back, and then flattens them again.

Her heart races and every beat pounds loudly in her chest.  Her breathing changes to small, shallow gasps and her hips sway and grind into his groan, rubbing his already dripping cock with her fleshy butt cheeks.  She is quickly becoming out of control. 

She squirms as desire claws at her soul and begs for release.  Her entire body struggles against her restraints as she thrusts her hips backwards and slams into his cock then rubs his length up and down her crack. 

It is time. 

She is in “the zone”, the place where more is never enough.  More pain leads to greater pleasure and she craves both, this addiction is firmly entrenched in her psyche.  So great is her appetite that it nearly governs her every conscience thought.  Moans, low, guttural, almost melodious, reverberate from her chest and are a dead give-away that she is very close to unleashing her orgasm. 

The nail tip presses into the tissue just behind the nipple’s meaty tip and is held tightly between his two fingers.  She shudders as the cold sharp steel pushes into her flesh.  He raises the hammer and slams it into the nail head.  The echo of metal meeting metal seems out of place in the woods, louder than he expected; louder and infinitely more satisfying than he imagined.  Seconds later, a high-pitch scream threatens to burst his ear drums.  The nail easily pierces through her flesh flattening the nipple against the tree’s trunk.

The pain is amazingly intense and enormously exciting because she knows where he is taking her.  Closing her eyes, she holds her breath as the second hammer strike pushes the nail into the bark of the tree.  Riding the tempest within, she rubs her bare cunt against the course wood scraping her flesh to satisfy her sexual itch.  He pins her other nipple to the trunk and hammers it twice in quick succession, denying her the pain that she requires. 

Feeling ornery, he hammers each nail twice more leaving her unable to move without tearing her nipples.  Her flesh is compressed firmly into the tree.  Thankfully, she cannot move her neck to see the condition of her tits.  She feels light-headed, dizzy, weak-kneed, overwhelmed by nausea as bile oozes up from her stomach.  The tree, although deeply rooted to the earth, feels as though it is floating and carrying her along as it skirts the landscape.

He whispers in her ear for her to breathe, slow, deep breaths until the pain is no longer painful.  “Breathe until what you feel in your nipples is re-routed to your leaky cunt.  That’s it, again, long deep breath in, slowly exhale.  How does it feel now?”  His voice is hypnotic, low and sexy as he coaxes her through the pain. 

Startling her, his hand comes up from below and slams into her cunt, the smack resembling a kid jumping in a puddle of rain water, her cunt juices spray in all directions. 

“Please, more.  I need more.”  The words hang on the tip of her tongue, but she cannot command them to be released.  It would mean drawing another card and right now, that is the last thing she wants to do. 

***submitted

She is truly out of control.  The rough surface of the tree shreds the plastic around her pelvic bone as she grinds against it; her hips tilt upwards trying to scratch her clit against the bark but falls short with the spreader bar holding her legs stiff. 

The constant throbbing in the meat of her nipples is as intense as the throbbing in her sex.  The plastic wrap slips and slides as perspiration accumulates on her flushed skin and liquids pour from her cunt.  Spittle drools in a steady stream down her upturned chin and onto her breasts and are absorbed into the tree’s skin.

He spots a thick branch lying on the ground near the clearing’s edge.  The branch is about five or so feet long and the base where it broke from the trunk about four inches thick.  He clears the sharp edges on the end of the branch and generously lubes it with Ben Gay.  Squeezing another glob of the white menthol cream, he spreads it between her thighs.

The pads of his two middle fingers circle her clit and warm the Ben Gay, escalating the heat sensation.   Those same two magical fingers easily slip into her cunt where they twist and turn as they move in and out with no particular rhythm.  Another glob and he cups her butt cheeks then slowly glides all four fingers up and down her crack starting just below her clit and slowly sliding all the way to the cleft of her butt cheeks, then forward again.  Each pass, he presses his fingers into her flesh but avoids entering her cunt or ass and carefully avoids touching her clit. 

Her body reeks of lust and perspiration and the aroma awakens his cock, straining for freedom beneath his shorts.  He positions the edge of the branch at the entrance to her cunt then pushes it inward until it slides into the slippery opening, then props it up with a large rock. 

Firmly implanted and holding her cunt hostage, the branch is cool and the bark rough as it fills and stretches her cavity.  Even though it hurt going in, her body responds to the intrusion and the fullness.  Her first thought is “Finally, something to fuck.” 

She thrusts her hips onto the thick rough surface and rides it hard.  Each movement puts stress on her nailed tits and even that pain is a welcomed relief.  His mopped flogger caresses her skin and then strikes hard on her upper back, forcing the air from her lungs and smashing her body into the tree’s trunk. 

Another long wide swing and the flogger crashes into her butt cheeks, the THUD and STING are equal in sound and intensity and she loves it.  The fragrance of wild flowers and a clean afternoon breeze floods her nostrils.  The combined heat from the plastic wrap, Ben Gay, and the burning caused by each tendril of the flogger fuels her lust.

Her vision is blurred and her intake of oxygen is in short raspy gasps.  Her cunt encases the tree limb and rides it like a champion bull rider.  The pain from the pull and tear of her nailed nipples is exquisite.  Her moans, deep, long, and pitiful, erupt from her core and vibrate in her chest.

Her body is a seething inferno, flames randomly and wickedly hop-scotch to every part of her body.  A wall of pent-up desire threatens to break loose and she knows that when it does, she will be lost in the most devastating orgasm of her life.

And she is right.  This orgasm is totally focused in the base of her clit.  It rises from the core to the very tip then explodes with imposing potency; her cunt becomes a fiery volcano shooting womanly lava from her core.

He knows that the long term effect of an orgasm of this magnitude is akin to drug addiction.  Nothing else matters; just the fix ... an addiction so deeply rooted that it will forever be the unattainable benchmark that she will seek out. 

As she rides the eruption within, he knows that such an orgasm cannot be replicated; its magnificence is unique and completely consuming.

And as her body falls limp, he begins the task of releasing her from the tree and getting her back to his home where he will fuck her for several hours until his needs are satisfied.

Part 3: It’s in the cards …

Sunlight filters through the slats in the wooden window shutters and lands directly across her lovely bruised breasts.  The rise and fall of her chest is hypnotic, tiny flutters periodically ripple through the tit meat and her nipples remain hard. 

Yesterday was everything he fantasized about.  She is the best fucking pain slave this side of the Mississippi.  He wants more and while she sleeps, adds several cards to the deck.  Feeling a little bit generous, he locates an “orgasm” card and places it near the top.  By now, she probably deserves another very spectacular “O”.

Unable to contain neither himself nor the reaction of his cock, he rolls her face down, spreads her legs wide, and slides the three-inch blades of the anal spreader inside her ass.  Before she fully wakes, he turns the screws, slowly but steadily revealing her rectal cavity in all its glory. 

At first, her moans are low, throaty, and convey sexual excitement as he plays with her ass, squeezes her butt cheeks, slaps her cunt, and pokes a finger in and out of her openings … she is an anal slut to be sure.  Close to the three-inch mark, the spreading of her sphincter becomes uncomfortable, and at the four-inch mark, she screams and begs for him to stop.  But he continues steadily turning the screw, steadily stretching her tiny opening, steadily spreading a paralyzing pain followed by a slow burning sensation with every turn of the screw.  

Finally, she is at the five inch mark, gaping wide.  He entertains thoughts of filling her with softballs just to see how many he can fit inside her rectum, but decides against it.  He has other plans for her ass this morning.  Leaving the anal spreader securely inside her, he shoves a medium-sized cock shaped dildo in her cunt.  The pressure is overwhelming and with her full bladder, her whimpers are quickly becoming alarmingly loud, desperate, pleading, negotiating, anything to be allowed to pee. 

Searching in his bag, he locates the three-layer slapper, his most powerful instrument of pain.  Three layers of sturdy black leather combined with a wicked split tapered design makes this an easy-to-swing whip guaranteed to produce maximum pain with little effort.  Aiming directly for her gaping rectum, he swings the slapper and lands three blades directly inside.  The sting factor on her delicate anal tissue is so intense that it knocks the breath from her lungs before she can form a scream.

Her body twists and rolls with impressive determination, but her wrists and ankles hold her firmly in place.  Another swing, another direct hit with four of the slapper blades crashing directly into her interior anal flesh.  Another two swings and her hips dance the “I’ve got to pee!” jig.  The next strike, even more painful than its predecessors, rips into her bowels leaving the tissue bruised and her bladder spraying urine like a geyser.

Disgusted but secretly happy, he wraps the sensory deprivation hood around her head, laces the back panel until it hugs her tightly, then leaves her face down on the bed, the anal spreader holding her exposed gaping ass five full inches wide.

He knows that sooner rather than later, she will beg to draw a card.  He peeks at the next card in the deck and pleased with the selection, prepares for her next torture.

Within 30 minutes, she’s begging to draw a card.  This next card is a very special card.  His friend, Kurt, has two dogs, a pony, and a horse, and all love to breed with human females.  Several weeks ago, he and Kurt wondered (over a bottle of moonshine) how many times the two dogs would take the initiative and fuck a female who was tied into the “dog fucker” position. 

The two men discussed this card, how they want it to unfold, and got to work.  They built a frame to support the middle of her body, her pelvic bone would hang off the back end with her knees bolted to the legs of the frame and holding them wide apart. 

The middle would taper so her tits hang down on each side and connect to the milking machine.  The machine is on a timer set to turn on every hour for twenty minutes.  Her milk production will increase significantly with frequent high-powered milkings and while the slave is repeatedly dog-fucked.  Orgasms significantly increase milk production so the more, the merrier.

The head-end of the frame will support her head but is low enough that she can easily suck any cock that wants to fuck her warm talented mouth.  A heavy blanket will be strapped around her back to protect her skin from the dog’s claws.  The video cameras are pointed directly at her side, back, and front.  It will be entertaining to see her face as each dog ruthlessly fucks and then knots her.  Dog food and water dishes are to be set to each side of her spread legs to lure the horny animals to her sex.

The group of men that will come to watch the dog-fucker in action have all wagered bets on how many total times will she be fucked, and how many times by each dog.  Between the men, there’s several hundred dollars in the hat so far.

Who would you bet on?  The rambunctious retriever puppy who has recklessly fucked two females, both very recently; or the two year old retriever who has fucked hundreds?  And between the two dogs, how many total fucks would she endure in say an eight hour period?

Grinning ear to ear, he reads her the card.  “Doggie gang-bang.  We are going to teach you how to be a great dog-fucker which includes training both your cunt and ass to accept the knot every single time.” 

The sharp intake of breath is her first response; then she violently shakes her head side-to-side communicating the universal “NO” signal.  Even her eye brows are arched in alarm, but hidden under the mask.  He does not take notice.

After two hours of enemas and a thorough cleaning of her body they are on their way to Kurt’s farm.  Her hair and makeup are styled in the most ghastly of whore looks; sensual but slutty, wholesome but nasty.  One glance at her and you know that she is dedicated to luring every single cock within range of her pheromones to rape or sodomize her; she likes it rough, she craves depravity, she needs pain, all as a catalyst to a much greater orgasmic explosion.

Thinking out loud while he drives, he adds, “We may have to fist your holes before the dogs have a go at you.  By the way, there will be several people attending this event, some will stay the entire day, others will stay a few hours.”

Continuing, he emphasizes the next command.  “When a male enters the room, you are to drop immediately onto all fours, raise your ass high, head down, and ask him to please fuck, whip, or use you anyway he wants.  When one of the dogs enter the room, squat in the same position but right under his snout and let him sniff you.”

Digesting his commentary ignites both fear and excitement.  Being fucked by man and beast, offering her body for each to exploit for his own personal fetish exposes many fantasies of hers, some more extreme in the pleasurable or painful areas. 

Serving both man and dog, begging each to use her will add to her resume of skills as his whore, his pain-slut, his sex slave.  She will also become a true dog-fucker and after a few more sessions like today, she will be very experienced and ready to move on to larger animals.

The entire room trickles to silence as the girl is lead into the arena.  She is dressed in a dark blue glittering waist tight under-bust corset and black lined stockings.  A catheter is taped to the outside of her hip where it will connect to a drainage bucket under the bench.  He tightens the mask laces over her head leaving the mouth piece zipper wide open and eager to suck cocks.

The “fuck me” bench is setup in the center with the milking machine just underneath the tapered board.  A thick padding of cushions cover the hard wood and feels nice against her soft skin as she lays face down. 

The two men fasten her wrists, knees, ankles, waist to the bench and attach the teat cups to her nipples.  Testing their device, they turn the milking machine on and smile as her udders are sucked to the tip of the bell-shaped cylinder then just as quickly, released, and then sucked to the tip again.  The machine is set to twenty sucks per minute for twenty minutes every hour on the hour.

Everyone mills around her bound body, poking, prodding, whipping, squeezing, and otherwise torturing her.  Her cunt leaks like a faucet and drips on the ground beneath her.  A cow bell rings and everyone takes their seat around the girl. 

Once again, silence ensues as the two retrievers enter and circle the girl’s body.

Licking their lips, four dogs dance and prance and sniff her body, poking their cold wet snouts in her holes prominently spread wide for easy access.  The Siberian Husky takes the lead and mounts her without the slightest hesitation.  The full length of his cock slams into her dripping cunt, bumps into her cervix and with each thrust, his balls pound into her extended clit.

His paws tightened around her mid-section and pull her hips backwards and onto his cock as he recklessly hammers into her.  Desperate to breed, to claim his bitch, he speeds up the pace, ramming the stem of her cervix until it finally yields enough for a few inches of his red-hot tip to slip into the canal.

Before her eyes, pain explodes, stars burn her eyes; stars that individually shimmer then swell and form balls of bright white light just before the glow extinguishes.  Betrayed by her pasty white skin, her face drains of blood as she screams repeatedly for help.  Of course, no one is coming to her aid; all are here to enjoy the entertainment she and the dog are providing.

The dog pounds into her womb, forcing the cervix stem to spread and accommodate his unrelenting cock.  He pounds with amazing fury until the knot slides past her cunt muscles and firmly embeds within her.  And just in time.  She feels his liquid manhood pouring into her womb, the volume of his spray so vast that it causes the compressed organ to noticeably swell.  Finished with her, he turns completely around leaving them attached ass-to-ass.  The husky tries to pull his knot from her cunt but she clenches her canal so tightly; holding onto his cock as though it is a life-sustaining part of her body; which in her case, probably is; she is such a cock-whore.

Had she not been fastened so securely to the bench, she would have followed him anywhere just to keep his cock in her cunt.  Eventually it slips out and the dog refreshes himself with food and water and a nap.  She, on the other hand, has more cocks to consume.

A raging inferno courses through her veins.  Raw animal lust radiates from every pore.  Her hips sway provocatively as doggie cum pours from her stretched cunt.  The pup, ever so frisky and not very graceful, rams into her backside as if to knock her down.  She is already in position but the pup cannot seem to get his cock into either opening.

He tries again and still unable to get his mark.  His cock pushes out farther from its sheath and jabs wildly against her warm flesh, sliding up and down her sopping wet crack.  She is as frustrated as he, but she is tied down and cannot assist him. 

The animal backs away, struts around her body and growls with determination as he assesses her position.  Dollops of drool spill to the floor and his eyes convey a seething sexual hunger.  His body shudders with enormous strength and a strong desire to fuck this dog bitch.  Pausing at her backside, he licks her cunt, tasting her juices mixed with the prior dog’s as they pour from her opening. 

Lunging like a tiger capturing his prey, the force so strong that the bench she was tied to moves forward several inches, he finally hits the mark, although not what she wanted.  He is buried almost to his balls inside her rectum.  Her screams are unexpected and shrill, shrill enough to break glass at the violent intrusion.  But the pain is quickly followed by a welcomed warmth that cascades through her lower belly.

Her saving grace is that the german shepherd yearling does not have enough experience and is in too much of a hurry to give her the painfully delightful ass-fucking she craves.  Without even trying to embed his knot, he plunges several times and then sprays his cum into her rectum leaving her unsatisfied and frustrated. 

The rambunctious pup is quickly replaced by the animal’s owner.  He loves to fuck the bitch after his boys have finished.  The warm thick slippery coating of doggie cum and the “plunger” sound her cunt and ass makes when he thrusts his cock in and out of her turns him on.  And when he’s ready, he shoves his cock down her throat and fills her belly with his cum co-mingled with the dog’s. 

After she cleaned the farmer’s cock, he checked the milking tubes and increased the suction several notches.  He moves between her legs and slides four fingers into her cunt pointed like a cone.  Drilling back and forth, he withdraws his hand completely, then clasps both hands together in the prayer formation. 

With a well-aimed thrust, he shoves both hands into her cunt pushing until only his thumbs remain outside her body.  Twisting and turning his arms, the eight fingers play havoc inside her tunnel.  His index fingers stroke the full length of her cervix; his knuckles rub hard against her g-spot, and his thumbs, his magical thumbs torment her clit and then run up and down the underside of her cunt lips before returning to her clit.

He rams into her body and lurches her and the wooden structure forward, even the teat cups rattle and clink against each other and yet he continues to increase the pressure and frequency of the lunges into her body.  The heat and friction builds at an astonishing rate, her cunt is literally on fire.  Hot, molten juices spurt intermittently as his hands plunge and withdraw to the beat of her orgasms. 

One exquisite orgasm follows another; each rolling through her with amazing power.  She forgets to breathe, to blink, to swallow, nothing matters but this orgasmic array of pleasure, built up and long overdue and now unleashed. 

And still he plunges and withdraws, pounding into her until she becomes numb, the trauma of that orgasm has had a devastating effect upon her.  She cannot think, walk, speak, actually, she cannot function in any capacity.  The men remove her from the bench and lay her in a bed of hay in a stall near their seats and let her rest for several hours.

While she sleeps, the men quiz the master on his deck of cards, his techniques to get her to comply, and basically, any advice he wanted to share with the group, all were eager to learn from him.

One of the men had a pony that he wanted to breed with a slave.  The pony’s cock was 30 inches long and three inches in circumference when erect.  The men install two support planks next to her dog-fucking station while the farmer fetches his pony from his farm next door.

The men look into the stall where the slut is soundly sleeping.  Doggie cum still oozes from her cunt and ass only to hardened on her skin and the hay beneath her body.  Two men gently lift her lifeless form and position her on the dog-fucking station again, strapping her down tightly.  Her master lifts her chin and smacks her across the face to fully awaken her.  He wants to savor every expression on her face as the pony fucks her. 

Moving between her legs, her master liberally oils between her crack and inside both openings.  She is sore from the dogs but yet, horny, aroused, wanting, needing, and craving cock.  Her body moves in rhythm with his hands as he gently coats her flesh with the warming oil.  He slowly finger fucks her cunt paying particular attention to her g-spot, rubbing gentle swirls around it and pressing into it before moving to her cervix.  He tugs and pulls at the stem, swirls his fingers around it from beginning to end, only to press into the tip to encourage it to open.

After several minutes of pulling, twisting, and swirling around the tip of her cervix, the protective muscle finally yields to his index finger.  He turns it back and forth, all the while, pressing upwards to reach her womb.  Slowly, his finger creates a tunnel that he can thrust and withdraw his finger as he fucks her cervix, pressing upwards until he reaches the muscle to her womb.  He is so close to breaching her womb, but he feels her contract and squeeze his finger, trying to push it out even as he presses onward.

His finger is completely inside her cervix, gently tapping away at the opening to her womb.  Tapping as well as withdrawing and thrusting up and down through the stem, his finger works magic fucking her womanhood until it blossoms and allows him full access.

Oh yes, she is more than ready for the pony. 

She is fully awake, startled by the face-slap followed by an erotic massage by her master.  The oil has a slight musky scent, light and not overpowering.  She is relaxed and her body surrenders to his touch.  Even as he plunders through her cervix and his finger bursts into her womb, the pain brings her much-needed pleasure.  Her belly is tightly cramped with the pain spreading up her spine yet small ripples of untold pleasure course through her veins.

Yet she wants more but is afraid to ask; she is so close to another epic explosion.  But she remains silent not wanting to draw another card.  Her belly quivers and hurts.  Her stomach muscles tighten and her cunt muscles form a death grip on his wrist and hand hidden inside her body.  She moans and then groans as he adds another finger and invades her cervix once again, this time dilating it twice the size. 

Both fingers stretch the doughy stem of her cervix steadily tunneling up to her womanly center.  The pain is unbelievable, the cramps are nearly paralyzing, and the pleasure, oh yes, the pleasure stems the tide of pain and acts as a catalyst to her next orgasm just a few more heartbeats away.

He withdraws from her body, leaving her unfulfilled, yearning, needy; almost desperate … she is consumed with lust.  Had she not been secured to the dog-fucking bench, she would have lunged at the first cock she saw and consumed it hungrily.

However, her master has other plans as the clip-clop of hooves against the cement arena floor announces the arrival of the pony.  She cannot turn her head not even side-to-side so she has no perception of the type of animal that is sniffing her crotch.  It could be a horse, donkey, pony, bull, the list is endless when it comes to the depravity of these men.

The animal prepares to mount her first by rearing up and placing his front hooves on the plank on the sides of her bench.  He edges his hind legs towards her cautiously, his cock bobbing and hanging heavily against his belly.  He aims for the crack between her spread thighs and rubs the head of his cock up and down the secret crease, then presses inward seeking an opening for his cock.

Fully exposed and looking menacing, he stabs inward again, thrusting with emphasis, but the angle is off.  Shifting his weight, he plunges forward again and this time, makes contact with her cunt partially submerging his cock inside.  But his balance is off and as he readjusts his weight, his cock falls from her leaking cunt.  Thrusting again, he not only makes contact, he slams into her cunt and is stopped by the end of her vaginal canal.  Pushing forward in short jerky movements, he rams into her cervix attempting to fit his entire manhood inside her, but she is too small and he is way too large. 

Accepting her shortcomings, the pony adjusts his weight again and begins to drill into her with amazing speed for the size of the animal.  The flat head of his cock repeatedly bangs into her cervix, pounding it with his tip until finally the entire stem slides deep inside his pee slit.  The animal jerks in shock or surprise but then resumes pounding into her; each thrust lifts her backside up off the bench by several inches.

The animal snorts and brays as drools of saliva drop heavily on her neck.  His weight shifts from leg to leg and changes the angle of his plunges into her cunt yet his pee slit holds onto her cervix like a well-fitting glove.  An electric charge surges throughout her body as she enjoys her first fucking of her cervix.  It is indescribable the sensations ricocheting throughout her sex and deep into her womb.  She pushes her hips back onto his cock even as he thrusts forward into her cunt, the tension, the buildup, the tremendous heat, and now small tremors then full-body shudders, all involuntarily as she rides this unique orgasmic thrill ride.

She has never had her cervix fucked…ever and now she knows what heaven must be like.  She slams her cunt into his groin; he slams his groin into her cunt.  They recklessly crash into each other; her cervix blocks his cum from escaping.  As her orgasm takes flight, his balls contract and funnel seemingly gallons of semen through the opening in her cervix directly into her womb. 

She screams, begs, cries, laughs, and screams again.  She is not in the here and now, she is in that noteworthy place called the “sub-zone” where everything, every sensation, every touch are exponentially more potent, more toxic, more pleasurable at all the same time.  There are no “surroundings” that she is aware of other than the internal orgasmic journey her body has embarked upon.

The wilding rampaging sensations, painful, pleasurable, stimulating, titillating, erotic, combined with this catastrophic orgasm has pretty much done her in.  What is odd is that she still is unsure if she just fucked a horse, pony, donkey, bull; she has no idea and doesn’t think to inquire.

The animal is backed down the ramp and led to a nearby stall for a well-earned rest.  She, on the other hand, remains strapped down to her fuck-me bench yet is still not aware of the here and now.

The glow of the sun seems suspended at the horizon; not high enough to send threads of light to illuminate the new day.  Navigating the dark country roads in the ink-black night can be a challenge, yet he continues to glance briefly at her sleeping form in the back seat.  Her performance and obedience exceeded his expectations.  More importantly, she enjoyed all of it, fucking the animals, fucking the men, and willing accepted everything and anything they chose to do to or with her body, well, for the most part.  She did pitch a fit when the pony was brought back to fuck her ass but in the end, she did as she was told and by all accounts, it was a very entertaining and erotic spectacle to watch first-hand.

Softly snoring, naked, and cuddled into a small ball, she probably has no idea that she is finished for the day or even that it is the next day.  As many times as they hosed her down in between fucking and sucking both man and animals, she still smells bad.  Her hair is clotted with dried semen, sweat, and straw from the barn.  Most of her makeup has been washed off leaving mascara heavily smudged under her eyes and long dark streaks down both cheeks.  Ruby-red lipstick is smeared around her mouth like a clown-face and she sleeps with her mouth poised in a perfect Oval shape, just the right opening for his cock to slip inside.

He marvels at her skills as his cock-hungry sex slave; they are outstanding.  All totaled, she fucked and sucked six dogs, a pony, and fifteen men.  The more she was fucked, the more she wanted.  Her appetite for cock is insatiable and her need to be used has advanced to a basic requirement level of life, far greater than the need for food or even water. 

When she moves even just a bit, she winces.  The pain in her belly, tits, cunt, rectum, and jaw springs to life with a vengeance and threatens to awaken her from her exhaustion-fueled slumber.  When she wakes later this morning, her body will be particularly sensitive, even painful as dark angry bruises become more prominent.  She has deep scratches from the animals and he worries about infection setting in; he must protect his investment which means she will have to visit the doctor this afternoon.

Mulling over the day and evening, he has a lot to consider.  One of the men, Troy, offered him an impressive amount of money to use her in the filming of a new internet series titled “It’s in the cards…”.  Troy was so impressed that in a few hours, he created a storyboard that will play for the grand opening of the pay-per-view site.  The first episode will be broadcast on the WWW free of charge.  During that broadcast, he can solicit viewers to email suggestions for the cards.  If his/her card is added to the deck, that person will be included in the video credits (if they want to be given credit). 

The initial filming will take about five days but with the planned ongoing series, even if she did one card per day, it can take up to two days to film the activity and edit the video for publication.  Another option is to stream live which means a pay-per-view setup where the audience can add additional caveats to the card.

The most recent card that sent her off to this marathon man/animal fuck-fest solidified his reputation in the S/M community as a slave trainer extraordinaire.  It never occurred to him to have business cards and website created to showcase her talents through a pay-per-view site that also conveys his skills as a slave trainer.

At first, he thought NO was the best answer, but now, in light of the responses from the men, he can see that in addition to the revenue from her milk production, he can triple his profit by renting her talents to other masters and mistresses as well as daily live internet broadcasts with audience participation.

Yes, he has a lot to think about and much more to do to make it happen.  And she needs additional training and possibly a few body modifications to increase her sex appeal.  After pulling into his garage, he gently carries her to her bed and tucks her in.  She is sleeping so deeply that she does not stir when he carries her to her bed.

Beams of light flicker intermittently illuminating the darken room. The video playing onscreen is gripping, hypnotic. All eyes are glued to the large HD screen, rarely blinking, needing to see every second of the footage. The visual feast is complimented by surround sound speakers broadcasting every detail with astounding clarity. You actually feel like you are there, in person, as events unfold. It is a voyeur's wet dream capturing the scene with extraordinary true-life imagery.

Leather crashes into the flesh of her buttocks and pauses briefly to allow the strap to penetrate deeper into the soft target. Agony-driven moans escape as desperation mounts.

A cane snaps just before it lands heavily on the pale landscape of her breasts, a narrow trench line of angry red left in its wake. Cries and screams are conveyed with full surround sound clarity as pain radiates in all directions. It is inescapable and her coping mechanisms are depleted when her limits are reached and then exceeded.

Pools of liquids collect on the surfaces beneath her and shimmer in the flood light centered on her body. Saliva and female juices co-mingle into small puddles and reflect her physiological and psychological reactions to each individual torture.

Whimpers as unfathomable ecstasy is within reach, quickly replaced with ear-piercing screams as her pace quickens and her race to the "end zone" begins. Physically contorted by involuntary convulsions and contractions, her body presents as an epic seizure of sorts.

Cocks swell, men are spellbound; heartbeats pounding heavily in their chests and breathing becomes alarmingly erratic as red-hot lust surges through their veins.

Silence fills the room as the video ends with two photos, front and back views of the girl frozen on screen. Splayed into a wide "X" between two large trees, she stands perched on six-inch black heels with white panties lowered to reveal her shaved cunt and pale white buttocks. Her body is positioned to be fucked, punished, enjoyed; she is a vessel for every man's darkest desires.

A thick abrasive rope binds her tits and forces them upwards over a large branch. A five-gallon bucket brimming with chunks of rocks hangs heavily on the other end of the rope that falls behind her back, dangling in mid-air between her spread thighs.

Her face is etched in pain, small mascara smudges accent her oval Irish-green eyes, her mouth is forced open with an O-ring, drool drips from her ruby-red lips, a few droplets glisten on her breasts. Her large fleshy tits are shaped into hard globes filled with trapped blood, both wrenched up and away from her chest cavity with the weight of the bucket of rocks.

The screen finally goes black leaving her image firmly entrenched in their minds-eye. Soft lightening slowly illuminates the darkness, the prolonged silence is interrupted by Troy clearing his throat.

“Gentlemen, I called this meeting today to give you a preview of a product that I believe will net us an incredibly filthy amount of money. I am creating an investment group to fund a pay-per-view website…”

Note:  If you enjoyed this story, please check out the sequel titled, "A Star is Born" as our slave girl begins her international film career.