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Four: The Private
Dungeon 2
They
left me kneeling in pain whilst they had even more drinks. They walked around
me, drinking heavily, telling me I would make a first class slave girl. I felt
very proud that I pleased my tormentors although I was in a lot of pain and
scared of what they would still do to me. Despite my fear, I wanted to be a
bondage model so much and I was therefore determined to endure even more
punishment at the hands of these sadists.
One
of the men then unzipped his leather jeans and pulled them off. Underneath I
could see he was wearing tight black leather briefs. He untied the side laces
and pulled them off. His cock was revealed in all its rampant glory and I could
see he was well-aroused. He turned his leather briefs inside out and shoved
them into my face. I could see they were well-worn and very dirty. As he rubbed
them into my face, I immediately smelt his sweat and other filthy remains on
the briefs. He told me with a smile on his face that
he had worn the briefs for several weeks and that he now wanted me to clean
them with my tongue. With my nose pressed into the sweaty leather I
submissively put out my tongue and began licking the inside of his leather
briefs. The dirty briefs tasted foul and licking the stale piss, sweat and shit
off the leather made me feel sick. Kneeling on the dreadful spikes with my
wrists and arms in extreme bondage I felt totally helpless and degraded.
Licking his dirty leather underwear clean was so humiliating for me. I licked every inch of the crotch of his
briefs until my tongue was sore and coated in disgusting filth. As I knelt
there at his feet, I accepted with a strange thrill that I was becoming the
ultimate degraded slave girl that I wanted to be.
The
rest of the men were excited by my humiliation and were getting very aroused.
They unzipped their leather jeans and pulled their hard, throbbing cocks out of
their briefs. All the men seemed to be wearing leather underwear and one of the
men grabbed my hair, pulling my face down to his rampant cock. He ordered me to
get sucking on it and to do a good job as a “cock-sucking whore”.
I
knew what I had to do and opened my mouth. His large sweaty cock was rammed
right into my mouth, to the back of my throat. I nearly gagged. I steadied my
breathing and began moving my lips up and down his shaft. I had never sucked a
man before but I had seen many photos of girls doing it. I knew there were
girls who were skilled at “deep-throating” and I was
keen to learn the skill.
Despite
the pain of my bondage, especially my poor knees, and the whippings I had
received, I concentrated on licking the huge bloated head of his cock, coating
it with my saliva. I then slid my lips all the way down his long shaft until my
face was buried in his sweaty groin. I smelt the strong odour of his leather
briefs and jeans which was right in my nose. I moved my lips up and down his
hard thick cock and even licked his swollen balls and took them in my mouth. I
worked on him for many minutes until he grunted with pleasure and shot his cum
into my mouth. After I had swallowed his huge load of cum, he made me lick his
throbbing cock completely clean. I wanted to please him by doing a good job on
him and my lips licked every inch of his cock and balls.
After
the man was satisfied that I had cleaned him completely, he was replaced by
another man and I opened my mouth, knowing again what I had to do. He was more
violent and kept ramming his massive cock right to the back of my throat. He
pulled my head back and seemed to want to shove his cock halfway down my
throat. I tried to relax my throat as best as I could but his cock must have
been 8” or 10” long. When he finally came and shot his cum down my throat, my
mouth was very battered and bruised.
A
third and fourth man raped me in my mouth, hard and slow, one after another.
Although all the men in the group were old they all had huge ‘hard-ons’, so there was no easy sucking for me. The men’s large
sweaty cocks filled my aching mouth. I did my best to work my lips up and down
their throbbing organs and managed to take them deep into my mouth. My nose was
pressed into their dirty leather briefs as I took the whole length of their
cocks into my mouth. After they had deposited their sticky cum into my mouth
they also got me to clean their cocks all over with my lips. The two men
working the cameras also got into the action while they passed their equipment
to the other men so my filming could carry on uninterrupted. They were younger
men but they too had massive hard cocks which pounded mercilessly inside my
mouth until they too filled my throat with their sticky cum. As I swallowed the
large wads of cum I felt like a whore and I accepted that I had become a
humiliated and abused slave girl.
Finally
the last two men shoved their cocks into my mouth at the same time. They wanted
me to suck two cocks at the same time. I struggled to stretch my mouth wide
enough to take the two massive organs but somehow I did it. As they pounded
away at my mouth I cried with the pain. I was hurting so much kneeling on the
spiked board and any movement made the pain worse. As they rocked my head back
and forth with their rampant cocks my knees were pushed further into the steel
spikes. My bondage was also very painful as the flex binding my arms behind my
back cut deep into my tiny wrists and elbows. The excruciatingly tight bondage
thrust my well-whipped breasts out and pushed me forward on my knees. I sucked
both of them as best as I could, working my lips round one throbbing cock and
then the other. The last two men had more stamina than the others and my mouth
was being pounded for ages. I thought they’d never come but finally the men
roared with pleasure and at the last moment they pulled their cocks from my
mouth and shot their huge wads of cum over my face and hair. I was covered in
the thick sticky cum and I could hardly see out of my eyes, my nose was covered
in the stuff and my mouth was bulging with the men’s warm cum.
Kneeling
there with my face covered with cum and my hair dripping with it, I knew I was
the men’s total sex slave. They could do what they wanted with me and abuse me
in any way they pleased. I have to admit that this is what turned me on. While
I knelt submissively in front of them one of the men got a harness type device
and fitted it into my mouth which was still full of cum. It was a steel gag
which fastened inside my mouth and spread my lips wide apart. A leather strap
pulled it tight into my mouth spreading my lips as wide as they would go until
my jaw ached. At the back of the head strap a chain was fixed to my wrist
bondage and then pulled very tight. In this way my head was yanked back until I
was looking up at the ceiling. With my head pulled horizontal my breasts were
thrust out even more and with my mouth spread wide open I knew I was going to
be further humiliated and abused by the cruel men.
I
could just about see the men crowding around me with their cocks hanging out of
their leather jeans. They told me it was time I had a drink. The next thing I
knew was a stream of warm piss entering my open mouth. To stop myself from
choking I had to gulp it down quickly. They let me get my breath back briefly
before another man pissed into my mouth. Because they had been drinking a lot
the stream of piss seemed to go on for ever. A third, then a fourth man pissed
into my mouth. My mouth and throat were full of warm piss and I felt like I was
drowning in it. One of the men ordered me not to spill a drop or they’d give me
another tit-whipping. Another and another man took their turns to piss into my
mouth. I wondered how I could ever drink so much. My ordeal of being a toilet
slave girl was still not over as another man lined up to relieve himself in my
mouth and then it was the last man’s turn to release his long stream of warm
piss into my open mouth. I struggled to take it all down and was determined not
to let any escape from my mouth. I was scared of another whipping so I drank
down every drop of the men’s piss without complaint. I couldn’t have resisted
even if I’d wanted to as my bondage was extreme and meant that no movement was
possible. I couldn’t even move my head an inch as it was chained to my wrists
and my mouth was pulled wide apart by the steel spreader gag. These men were
experienced in bondage for a slave girl like me and they certainly knew how to
abuse and punish a girl severely. I felt like I’d achieved more than many girls
had done in enduring everything so far, without fainting and losing
consciousness. But my long ordeal was not yet over.
I
didn’t have long to recover from my piss-drinking before I saw one of the men
wheel a stand into place which loomed above me. I could see that the steel
stand held a large glass container a few feet above my upturned face. Through
the glass I made out what seemed to be a large quantity of yellow liquid. I
didn’t have to guess what the yellow liquid was and it was obvious it was
intended for me.
Another
man took a clear tube that ran from underneath the large jar and fastened the
other end to my spreader gag so it was secured in my open mouth. I could see
what was going to happen and I braced myself for more humiliation. The glass
jar looked huge and I was fearful of how much liquid it held. At the same time,
I felt another man between my legs. I then sensed a large object being forced
into my pussy underneath my skimpy thong panties and it seemed to be strapped
securely in place with a couple of straps and a waist belt. The man told me he
had used a large rubber plug as they didn’t want me messing up the dungeon
floor. I was well and truly plugged.
The
man then released the knob of the tube at the top and I could see the yellow
liquid running down the tube until it ran into my mouth. As I began to drink
the piss I was informed that the jar held over a gallon of the stuff and I
would be expected to drink every drop which might take some time. I was also
told that I was plugged so the piss would stay inside me. The men all laughed
and taunted me saying that they wanted to see my belly swell up as if I was
pregnant. I was a helpless slave girl and could do nothing except kneel in my
painful bondage and slowly drink the stale piss running into my waiting mouth.
I could hear the men enjoying themselves and chatting away to one side while
they had more drinks together.
They occasionally came over to me to watch me and reminded me that the camera
was still running. They told me I should be pleased that I was on film. One of
the men knelt down and spoke into my ear, telling me that he wanted to hire me
in the near future as a toilet slave to a large group of his friends. He said
I’d make a perfect toilet slave girl and told with a smile that I would serve
for a whole weekend to 100 of his friends. He said they would get me to kneel
in tight bondage in their toilet area and he told me that his bondage was
extremely tight. I would have my head fixed underneath a urinal with my open
mouth secured over the waste pipe. He said he had a special spreader gag to use
on me that could be bolted to the exit pipe. He told me I would stay in this
position for the weekend and have to drink every drop of piss which his guests
deposited in the bowl. His guests were all heavy drinkers and would use the
urinal frequently. He asked me whether I’d like that and I was just glad I
couldn’t move my head an inch to nod my reply.
It
seemed like an hour had passed and the glass jar above my head was empty.
Although I couldn’t see it, my belly felt terribly swollen and stretched. I was
desperate to piss but the rubber plug kept it all inside me. I was hurting so
much with the gallons of piss inside my aching body. I was relieved when the
men returned to me as I was hoping they might eventually release the plug. The
men grabbed me and dragged me violently to my feet. It was a relief not to be
kneeling on the spiked board. It had been a very painful experience and my
knees had been badly tortured with the multiple spikes in them. I stood there
submissively with my head still dragged backwards and the spreader gag in my
mouth. They released my head from the chain which had pulled it painfully back
and I could now see all the men facing me.
They
told me they were ready to whip me between my legs and showed me the whip they
were going to use on me. It was an inch thick, single-strand leather whip about
two feet long and it looked very nasty. They told me it was a rhino whip and
used by violent sadists in extreme torture situations. They told me it was so
vicious that it could rip a girl’s flesh after only a few lashes. They said it
was only used occasionally on Club models and then normally on older, more
experienced girls. Just a few dozen lashes were all a model could endure. They
laughed at me as they said they had never used the whip on a teenage girl
before, especially one who was only 16. They said I should be grateful. One of
the men pulled my head back, twisting my hair painfully and looked into my
tear-covered face. He asked me if I wanted to have “my pretty little cunt sliced up with the King Rhino Whip?” I shook in terror
but when he twisted my hair even harder, I nodded my head. I was going the
whole way as a bondage model. There was no escape for me now as I had agreed to
become a slave girl. Anyway, I knew they would still whip me even if I had
protested.
They
winched down two lengths of chain from the ceiling and attached the chains to
my slim ankles by means of steel manacles. I could hear the manacles being
locked shut around my ankles and even though I was still wearing my black nylon
stockings I could feel the cold steel cutting into my ankles. One of the men began
turning the winch which raised the chains. I could feel the chains tighten and
soon I was pulled off my feet to land backwards on the dungeon floor. I
couldn’t do anything as my wrists and arms were still bound painfully behind my
back with the cruel electrical flex. The winch kept turning and my legs went
higher upwards. Soon I was pulled right into the air and all my weight was
suspended from my ankles. The steel manacles cut deep into the flesh of my thin
ankles and I sobbed with fresh pain. My head was now a foot off the stone floor
and I was hanging upside down, totally helpless. My blonde hair cascaded down
to the floor.
I
now knew what the 14 year old girl had suffered earlier in the evening as she
too had been hung upside down. I had envied her in my strange masochistic
desire to be a slave girl and now I had got my wish. Like her, I had drunk huge
quantities of piss and my belly was dreadfully swollen. I hadn’t experienced
her gag of the filthy panti-liners yet, although I
guessed I would have this humiliating gag filling my mouth in the near future.
Unlike her though, I had been severely caned and whipped on my bottom and
breasts, suffered very painful bondage and been punished like the true slave
girl I had become. Hanging there at the mercy of the cruel sadists, I felt
totally helpless as the manacles cut deeper into my ankles. It seemed to me
like the ultimate bondage for a slave girl as my thighs were completely
exposed, my arms were useless in their severe and painful bondage and a gag was
stretching my mouth very wide apart. I was suffering so much but I was also
experiencing a sexual thrill. I was a submissive slave girl to these sadistic
men who could do exactly what they liked to me. I knew that they enjoyed
hurting me and I was strangely glad that abusing and torturing my young body
pleased them. My face was covered in the men’s cum, which
now dripped from my hair and my belly was filled with their piss. My
humiliation was complete. I had become the ultimate slave girl and, although I
was in a lot of pain, I didn’t really want to escape my slavery.
The
chains which suspended me were pulled several feet apart which meant that my
legs were spread-eagled wide. I was glad that I had a young supple body as it
felt like my legs were doing the splits. I was still wearing some of my slutty clothes which the men had surprisingly left on me. I
had expected them to strip me naked but I guessed they liked their slave girls
in sexy black underwear as long as it was scanty. I was still wearing my tiny
thong panties which I feared would give me no protection against a thick
leather whip. I also still had my suspender belt, my black nylon stockings and
strangely my stiletto heels remained on my feet. I knew they were still filming
me and I hoped I looked really good on camera. I just hoped that my terribly
swollen belly looked OK on film. I wanted so much to be a BDSM model and appear
in Club Model World’s magazines and videos. I prayed that I looked good and
that I pleased you when you saw me on film.
The
men played with my hanging body, taunting me and making me wait for my
whipping. With my arms and wrists bound very tightly with electrical flex, my
breasts were thrust out as well as hanging down towards the floor. They made
very tempting targets the men told me. The men were so cruel to me and said
they wanted to whip my badly-marked breasts again, as they enjoyed it so much.
I couldn’t believe my poor breasts were going to be punished even more. I
wanted to beg them not to ruin my precious breasts, but my gag thankfully
silenced all my pleas.
Hanging
down, my breasts made a good target and they swung my body, hanging from the
chains, from one man to another man, who then beat me with a leather riding
crop on my swollen breasts. The crop was lashed into the many welts and cuts on
my tortured globes and it sent me into new realms of pain. They were enjoying
themselves, swinging me from side to side while they took it in turns to beat
my heaving breasts with a riding crop. The whipping seemed to last for ever and
I must have endured a couple of dozen very hard strokes at least.
When
they had finished with me, they continued drinking while I hung upside down. I
am only a slight girl but my whole weight hung from the hard steel manacles
locked to my very slim ankles. One of the men came up to me and slipped his
hand beneath my tiny thong. I could feel him removing the large plug which had
filled my pussy and stopped the huge quantities of piss from being released.
Once the plug was taken out the piss poured out of me. It ran down my belly
over my well-whipped breasts, and then all over my face, my hair and into my
mouth. With my mouth stretched wide open by the steel spreader gag the piss ran
straight into it. There was so much piss inside me that I was becoming truly
soaked in it. The men had placed a large bucket underneath my head so the piss
could run off my hair and into the bucket. They told me they didn’t want me to
dirty the dungeon floor.
After
a long time, they were pleased that most of the piss had run out of me and down
my hanging body. The large bucket seemed to be full of the piss which had been
inside me. One of the cruel men would come over to me in turn and I felt his
fingers mauling my pussy. All the men wore black leather gloves because they
didn’t want to touch my wet pussy. I could feel the shiny leather of their
gloves rubbing hard against my soft labia. One of the men roughly pulled aside
the thin soaking-wet strip of black lycra
that was my thong. He shoved his fingers deep into my pussy, thrusting them in
and out very hard. It seemed like his whole hand was thrusting deep into my
pussy and I gasped with the pain. I had heard about girls being fisted and I
was getting a good rough fisting now. All the men took turns to maul my pussy very
roughly and as they hurt me more and more, I tried to cry out but the spreader
gag held my mouth wide open, silencing my cries.
They
told me I had a “sexy little cunt” which was begging
to be punished. Only last week I had shaved off all my pubic hair because I
wanted to be a sexy model girl. I know that you prefer your models to show off
every bit of their pussies and I wanted to look really good for you. As they
shoved their fingers in and out of me they told me that my pussy was very wet. They said I wasn’t just wet from the piss but
also my pussy juices. They could tell I was turned on and they were right. They
said I must enjoy being a slave girl and being punished. I was glad that I was
gagged so I couldn’t reply. I was certainly getting more and more excited as my
pussy was mauled and abused and I was now ready and waiting for the whipping of
my most precious area to begin.
I
did not have long to wait as I saw the leather boots of the six men advancing
towards me and I could see the nasty-looking rhino whips in their hands.
Although my head was upside down I could see one man in front of me and one at
the back. I heard one of them say to me “Are you ready for your cunt whipping, you fucking slut?” I managed to nod my head
and a few seconds later the leather whip lashed between my legs with a searing
pain. The force of the blow seemed to cut me in two. I bucked with the force of
the blow but immediately another lash fell. Then another and another lash cut
right into my tender pussy. The pain was terrible and it really felt as if the
awful rhino whips were slicing me in half. I didn’t think I could take much
more pain after just a few lashes. The whips continued to fall in a relentless
rhythm, harder and harder.
I
realised the men were right when they had told me that even older girls could
take only a few dozen lashes. I was only 16 and the cruel men were cutting my
young tender pussy to pieces. I could only hang there, my legs stretched wide
apart in my bondage while the dreadful whips cracked between my legs again and
again. Eventually they stopped but that was only to let two more men take over
the whipping.
I
saw two more men stand in front and behind me and within seconds the terrible
whips cracked between my open legs again. The thick leather lash cut deep into
my pussy lips. I couldn’t believe that these men could be so sadistic to a
young teenage girl but I now knew that these were the kind of men I would have
to serve as a slave girl and Club model. My whipping seemed to go on for ever.
I cried so much that my tears must have soaked the floor under me. Every time
the whip sliced between my legs I shuddered. I felt I was being cut in two. I
knew there was not much left of my thong panties as bits of black lycra material dropped to the
floor as the whips cut my thin panties to pieces.
I
would have willingly endured any other torture if only the men would stop
slicing me in two with their terrible rhino whips. After what seemed like ages
of extreme torment the two men stopped. There was another brief respite for me
while the men changed places. Then the last two men began to whip me. I now
regretted ever joining Club Model World and I really thought I would never
survive the evening. I wanted to scream for mercy but the gag stifled all my
cries. I prayed that the men would show some mercy to my young body. I could
only hang helpless in my bondage while I suffered the terrible merciless
whipping, which seemed to go for ever.
Sometime
later that night, I lost consciousness as the pain overwhelmed me. It was the
next day when I came to, still in agony but the men had gone. I found myself
lying on a bed with my wrists and ankles chained tightly to the four corners
and I was wearing a skin-tight rubber bra and briefs. I was in The Recovery
Centre for Club models where the male nurse came to attend to me. The pain was
awful and I asked him if my torture was over. The nurse told me that it was
over for the moment but that I would be tortured many more times as a Club
model. He told me that as I was young and pretty I would be in great demand
from sadists and it was likely that the six men would want to torture me again.
He told me that I had made a good impression on them and that they liked
punishing girls as young as me. Hearing this, I nearly fainted with fear but
the nurse said that attractive 16 year old models like me had to learn to love
pain and torture. He reminded me that I had signed up to Club Model World for
life and that I had better start liking it.
Lying
spread-eagled in bondage on the PVC-covered bed, dressed in rubber bra and tiny
briefs, I felt like a totally submissive slave girl. The feel of my semi-naked
body on the shiny black PVC and the cold steel manacles on my wrists made me
excited about my slavery. I didn’t like the terrible pain but I liked being a
bound and helpless slave girl. I liked it when the nurse gagged me for long
periods with a huge ball gag. The continual pain of my awful injuries made me
cry a lot in the Centre but it did feel good when the nurse rammed a huge ball gag
into my mouth and buckled it up so tight my jaws creaked. I loved being a
well-gagged slave girl. I loved especially being put in tight bondage with the
other older model girl. It was such a turn on and I loved every moment of our
double bondage together.
I know you will ignore my pleas and will just laugh at me but I would still
like to beg you to release me from serving the six men again. If I have to
serve them as a slave girl, I will obey you but a whipping from them is such a
terrible and cruel torture for a young teenage model. Please, master, I am only
16 and I am willing to learn how to serve sadists but I’m not sure I can
survive another evening with those cruel men.
My
master, I know I am now a slave girl for life and that my body is to be used to
serve sadists who want to punish me. My body no longer belongs to me and I am
happy for you to own it. I don’t regret at all signing up for Club Model World
and I’m not asking to be released from my life-long contract. I am keen to be
totally submissive and I love tight and painful bondage. I adore all the
clothes of a slave girl especially very brief underwear, PVC and rubber-wear. I
also think my young slim body looks really sexy when I’m naked and I like
showing off my pointed breasts and my shaven pussy. I hope you think I’ll make
a good model for Club Model World. Although I’m scared, I am willing to be
whipped and tortured as your model and I want men to be pleased when they use
my body.
Master,
I hope you liked watching the film of the Showcase evening and liked watching
me. I wanted to make a good impression and I would love lots of other men to
see me if you decide to publish the film. I think there’ll be plenty of men who
would get their rocks off watching me being whipped and humiliated in the
dungeon. I would love to see my photo in any of your magazines and I’m looking
forward to lots more sessions when you let me model for you. I can’t wait to be
the best BDSM model!
Love,
in total slavery
Your
slave girl Debbee
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