Day Four

 

You slowly wake and realize that you are alone in bed.  You sit up and the recollection of yesterday’s events and especially those of last night flood back into your awareness.  You smile and then look around.  As you slip toward the side of the bed, he comes through from the living room and the lights come up.  He is already dressed. Seeing you sitting on the edge of the bed, he stops.

You are up.  Good.  I was just coming in to wake you.  It’s time to start the day.  Breakfast is ready but first we need to get you properly dressed."

"Yes Sir."

Standing, you wait for him to give you your instructions.  He goes to the closet and comes back with a package of stockings. He again carries the leather harness, and you can see the two dildos fixed to the crotch strap.  Without even a close examination, you can see that they are the largest that you have had to endure so far.  You gulp deeply as he approaches, lays the stockings on the bed.  Your shoes are sitting near the edge of the bed.

"Get dressed and put on the garter belt, the stockings, and the shoes.  When you are done, bend over the bed rail and wait for me."

He turns and leaves the room.  You quickly put on the garter belt, the stockings and slip your feet into the heels.  Once that is done. you move to the foot of the bed, bend over the padded rail, spread your legs and wait.

You close your eyes, waiting for the inevitable.  You hear him as he moves behind you.  Your ass and pussy are drenched in the cold lubricant and then you feel the intrusion of the dildo into your pussy.  As you expected, this dildo is larger, longer, and more of a test.  You feel yourself stretched past the limit you thought you could endure.  Even before the crotch strap is pulled tight, the head of the dildo is wedged hard against your cervix.

Next, you feel the head of the dildo intended for your ass.  This one is as big in diameter as the one that you had in your pussy yesterday.  It is also longer.  As it stretches your sphincter you whine with pain and the fear that you will tear.  As it starts to slip into you, it seems to go on forever.  You breathe in gasps as he finally pulls the crotch strap tight and fastens the buckles. 

"Good girl.   Now come to the kitchen and have breakfast."

You stand carefully.  The sensations are incredible if uncomfortable. As you walk, it becomes apparent that the stimulation on your cervix will become more than just a nuisance.  It will eventually become debilitating. The long dildo in your ass is an altogether different matter.  Incredibly, your asshole has easily adapted to the way it is stretched.  However, the length of the object causes deep and uncomfortable feelings in your belly.  Each movement causes the long dildo to shift inside you. 

There is hot cereal in bowls on the table.  You find oatmeal ready for breakfast.  He has also laid out brown sugar, honey, butter, cream, and fresh strawberries.

"Sit and fix your oatmeal the way you like it."

You slide onto the bar stool and immediately gasp.  The dildo in your pussy pushes hard against your cervix sending a sharp pain through you.  You find that by shifting your weight to one side you can ease the pain a bit.  You manage to put honey, butter, and strawberries into your oatmeal.  It is good, but you are not quite able to enjoy it fully with the dildos embedded inside you.  After breakfast, he pours himself a fresh cup of coffee.

"Do your chores.  There isn't anything to clean in the other side of the cavern since we weren't there yesterday.  Clean the bathroom here and roll the wooden chair back to the playroom.  Wipe it down with disinfectant.  Clean the floor in the living room.  You made quite a mess under the chair last night.  Change the linen on the bed and clean the bathroom.  Wash the toys and put them away.  When you are done come to my office."

He moves out of the kitchen and heads to his office.  You take a deep breath and move slowly, clearing the breakfast dishes.  Moving the chair is more of a struggle than you first thought.  Even on the rollers, it is heavy and difficult to manage.  You do get it back to its place, wipe it down and then return to the living room.  You find that cleaning supplies and decide not to just clean the spot on the floor where you were sitting.  You sweep and mop the entire floor in the living room and the kitchen.  Moving to the bedroom. you gather the dirty linen, wipe down the counters and the shower, and put fresh linen on the bed.  Again, you sweep and mop the floor, gather the used toys, clean them, and return them to their storage spots.  With that all done, you take a moment to glance around the room.

 

You see his closet, an area you have never visited, nor did he offer to show it to you on your tour.  You step forward and into the space. The lights come on and you look around.  Row upon row of trousers carefully hung.  Shirts neatly folded and stacked.  More casual attire on another rack.  Shoes and boots neatly arranged on racks at the far end.  There are business suits of various styles as well as formal outfits.  You even find a full highland kilt.  It is all orderly with everything in its place.  Backing out of the space, the light goes out and you turn, ready to make your way to his office.

As you step into his office, he looks up at you over the computer monitor.

"Did you find what you expected in my closet?"

You stop in surprise. 

"Every room in this space is covered with cameras.  When the lights come on in a space where I am not, I get a message from the system."

You realize you should have expected no less.

"Am I in trouble."

"Actually, no.  I didn't tell you not to go into the closet.  What did you expect to find?"

"I don't know.  I was just curious."

"That is understandable.  Now.  Assume your place.  I have work to finish.  If you want to go to the library, you may."

"Yes Sir.  I think I will stay here."

He nods and turns his attention back to the computer.  Feeling emboldened, you ask another question.

"May I ask what kind of work you do?"

He glances up and cocks his head to one side.

"I invest.  I trade stocks, bonds, and crypto currency.  I also dabble in commodities."

"Thank you for explaining."

He nods and returns his attention to the computer.  You move to the cushions on the left of his desk and make yourself as comfortable as possible.  You aren’t sure how long you sit.  You can hear him occasionally typing on the keyboard.  You can't see above the edge of the desk so it wouldn't be possible for you to watch even if you weren't being careful to keep your eyes as low as possible. 

When he finally pushes the chair away from the desk, you realize that you are hungry as well. 

"Let's find some lunch."

He heads out of the office you struggle to your feet.  The dildos you wear make that a bit difficult but you manage to get to your feet and catch up with him. In the kitchen he is already searching through the refrigerator.  He speaks without looking back at you.

"How about some leftover roast beef.  We can make sandwiches."

"That sounds good.  Can I help?"

"Get out some plates.  There are some chips in the pantry."

By the time you return, he has the meat, cheese, and other makings on the counter.  You set the plates and chips down.  He returns with two bottles of water and takes his seat.  You follow suit, limbing gingerly onto the stool.  In minutes you have both built huge sandwiches and have piled chips on your plates.  Feeling bold again, you begin to ask questions.

"Last night was not what I expected. What promoted the change?"

He chews the last bite of his sandwich before he speaks.

"As I said when you first came, it takes time for me to learn you, to find your limits and test your capabilities.  I need to know how well you can control yourself as well as how much you can tolerate the pain."

You consider that.  It wasn't what you expected to hear. 

"Is everything a test?"

It is his turn to pause for thought."

"Yes.  To a certain degree.  Learning is an almost constant thing, especially with me.  In another sense, everything I do to you and with you is a sort of test."

You finish your sandwich.  As you start to clear up, he helps, putting things back into the refrigerator.  When things are back to normal, you stand, eyes downcast and wait.

"I have asked Him to arrange a dinner tonight for some of my friends."

You are startled and without thinking blurt out.

"You have friends?"

He sounds exasperated.

"Of course, I do.  Most of them are a bit like me. They don't really fit into the world easily.  They have extreme tastes in their entertainment choices. I have nothing else planned for this afternoon.  You may rest, nap, go to the library, or wander around and explore.  I will pick out your outfit for this evening and have it in the bedroom."

"Yes, sir."

"I am going to the library."

He moves off to the library leaving you in the kitchen.  You look around after he leaves.  The sudden freedom leaves you a bit confused.  After three days of being told everything to do and when to do it, this much free time with no direction or instructions is a different situation. As you think about what to do, it occurs to you that he doesn't plan anything without a reason.  You find it extremely odd that he would schedule a dinner party during your time with him, if there weren't more to the situation than first meets the eye.  You think you may be a bit paranoid, but you have learned something about him in the past few days.  You decide that the evening may hold more surprises than you can imagine.  In that case, getting some rest might be in your best interest.

 You decide that going to the living room. getting comfortable, or as comfortable as you can be given the two huge dildos between your legs and relax.  You arrange several of the cushions, make yourself as comfortable as you can, and use the remote to browse through the offerings.  You find that he has saved or bookmarked scads of BDSM related videos. You choose the recent series Story of O, start the video and settle in to watch the first episode.

 At some point, you doze off and manage to nap.  When you wake up, you see that you have slept through two of the episodes.  You use the remote to return to where you fell asleep.  You watch several of the episodes.  You squirm slightly as you watch.  The video does have an effect on you as you can feel yourself becoming aroused.  You reach up and begin to rub your breasts and nipples.  With the harness in place, you can’t reach your clit, but you can move the crotch strap which gives you some stimulation.  Suddenly, almost without warning, you orgasm.  You bury your face in the cushion to mask the noises you make as your body convulses and twitches.  As your orgasm subsides, you lay face down on the cushion, breathing heavily.   

 You lay there for several minutes.  As you recover, you slowly turn and sit back up on the cushion.  You find him standing over you.

 "Did you enjoy the show?"

 You quickly avert your eyes and reply in a whisper.

 "Yes sir."

 "That is really rather obvious.  We are due upstairs in a couple of hours.  I am going to gather your clothing for tonight.  When you are ready, you should go to my bathroom, shower, shave yourself, fix your hair and put on your makeup.  I want you to go all out with your hair and makeup.  Remember you are representing me, and I want everyone to be impressed."

 "Yes, sir."

 He turns and walks toward the other side of the cavern and disappears through the door.

 You lay on the cushions for several more minutes before you get to your feet and head toward the bathroom. There you stop and consider the garter belt and the crotch strap.  He didn't say to remove it.  On the other hand, he didn't say not to take it off.  You unbuckle the crotch strap in front, spread you legs apart and begin to slowly pull the dildo from your pussy.  as it slips free, you feel empty. 

Next you begin to remove the dildo in your ass.  You pull, groaning slightly as the plug begins to come out.  You are surprised at how long the thing is.  It seems to just keep coming as you pull.  When it finally comes free, you hold it up.  It must be at least 16 inches in length.  You are amazed that it fit up inside you.  You drop the harness into the black hamper and put your clothing in the white hamper.  The shoes you set neatly beneath the edge of the bed next to the cage.

 In the bathroom, you start the shower and then step into the cascade of hot water.  You spend a few minutes just luxuriating in the hot water.  You lather your hair and rinse it well then apply conditioner and rinse again.  You bathe yourself and then lather yourself again and shave carefully.  You pay special attention to your crotch.  You don't know if you will be naked or examined, but you are not willing to risk that chance.  With him, you never know.

You rinse thoroughly again and then step from the shower.  You towel yourself dry and dry your hair.  The next 45 minutes you spend styling your hair and putting on your makeup. When you are done, you step back into the bedroom and find him sitting in the chair waiting.  On the bed you can see clothing laid out.  As you exit, he stands.

 "You look gorgeous.  I think this will suit you well."

 He motions to the clothing on the bed.

 "I am going to shower and get myself ready."

 You walk to the bed and examine what he has laid out.  You find much of what you expected.  A pair of crimson seamed stockings.  A black lace garter belt. You breathe a short sigh of relief.  This flimsy little number would never support the heavy crotch belt and dildo, so it looks like you won't have to deal with that. You hold up the gown he has selected.  It is a deep crimson as well.  A plunging neckline that is open to the waist.  The back mirrors the deep v-cut of the front.  You aren’t too sure how that will work, but it isn't like you have a lot of choices. 

You sit on the edge of the bed and carefully open the silk stockings and pull them onto your legs.  The garter belt goes around your waist.  You stand, adjust the seams of the stockings and attach the garters.  You slip your feet into the black patent leather heels that you have been wearing that past few days and then turn to the dress.  you slip it on and adjust it.  Your breasts, unencumbered by a bra, move and sway as you move.  The material of the dress is soft and sheer.  Your nipples are clearly visible, and you quickly realize that if you bend of move in certain ways, your breasts slip easily from the dress.

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 The floor length skirt sweeps just above the tile on the floor.  As you turn you notice that the skirt is slit from the hem to the waist at the front, the sides and at the back.  The skirt is made up of four panels attached to the waist band with only a very slight overlap. The waist band fastens at your back with three hook clasps. As long as you are still, the slits are closed and unnoticeable.  However, when you walk and especially if you turn suddenly, the slits tend to flare open revealing everything under the skirt.  As you are looking at yourself in the mirror, he comes out of the bathroom, again naked.

 "You look magnificent.  I am sure my friends will think so as well."

 You blush.  Your reaction is unexpected.

 He moves to his closet, and you stand waiting patiently.  In a few moments, he comes out of the closet dressed formally, again in a tux.  He adjusts the bow tie in front of the mirror and then turns to you.

 “My guests will be arriving in about 30 minutes.  That is just enough time to get upstairs and be ready to greet them.”

 You make the long climb out of the cavern up the winding staircase.  Once you are inside the mansion above, he closes the hidden bookcase door and leads you out to the formal drawing room.  There he fixes himself a drink (a vodka martini) and offers you one.  You decline and ask for a simple water which he serves to you in a crystal glass.  Presently you hear voices in the hall and a man enters.  He is about the same age as TDS although much less physically fit.  He is a bit rotund.  You are introduced as "My Companion" and you learn that the man’s name is Juan.  From his accent you guess he is Spanish.  Another man enters.  You are presented to a rather tall individual.  He appears to be well over 6' 5".  TDS introduces him as Ted.  In short order you are introduced to Allen, Robert, and Peter.  All are average in both height and looks.  You watch and listen as TDS converses with his five guests, and they inquire as to each other’s businesses, social life, and other interests.  The butler appears and announces that dinner is about to be served.

 TDS leads you to the dining room with the others following.  You know that the men behind you are catching repeated glimpses of your bare ass as the skirt opens and closes as you walk.  In the dining room, TDS takes the seat at the head of the table and seats you to his left.  The other five take the other seats where place settings are laid.  The staff begins serving a delightful meal and the conversation is light.  The men discuss sports of various kinds and talk some business.  All in all, it seems like a very boring dinner among old friends.  

After desert, TDS tells everyone they will adjourn to the billiards room where there will be drinks and cigars.  TDS assists you with your chair and again leads the way to the game room.  The room is dominated by a huge billiard table at one end.  A card table sits near the other end and there appears to be a dart board hanging on one wall.  TDS opens a humidor and soon the room is filled with cigar smoke.  From the bar, TDS pours snifters of premium brandy.  It suddenly occurs to you that someone seems to be missing.  You turn to TDS and ask in almost a whisper.

 "Where is DKH?"

 "He had business that required him to be away this evening."

You nod and turn back to look at the room.  The men have set up the billiard table and are busy with a game.  TDS talks with one of the other men and the other two watch the billiard match.  Again, it all seems surprisingly normal. However, the normalcy quickly disappears when TDS makes an announcement.

 "Gentlemen.  You have all met my companion. I know you are all quite taken with her. If you do find her attractive, it would please me if you availed yourself of her charms in any way you see fit this evening.  She is here for your pleasure."

Your mouth opens a bit at what you have heard. He has just given you to five other men to do with as they please. You look at him and find him smiling with a twinkle in his eye that makes you rather uncomfortable.  You are unsure what is going to happen when one of the men speaks.  You turn to see that it is Juan the Spaniard.

"Thank you senior.  Your hospitality is beyond compare.  I do look forward to enjoying your companion this evening as I am sure the rest of your guests do as well."

You look to TDS who only nods and then sips his brandy.  You watch as the five men gather in a small group at the far end of the room from where you stand.  They confer quietly but you can see them turning to look at you periodically.  Finally, Juan steps toward TDS.

"Sir.  Are we to assume that there are limitations on what we can do tonight?"

TDS looks at the man and then looks at you.  He turns back to Juan.

"You may not do any permanent damage.  Nothing that requires a hospitalization or a doctor’s care. No permanent marks, tattoos, piercings, or other physical changes."

"Does she have a safe word?"

Again, TDS looks at you.

"Yes.  Her safe word is RED.  Her caution word is Yellow.  If you ask and she is ready to continue she will answer green."

Juan nods and returns to the group at the far end of the room.  TDS steps close to you and puts his back to the group of men and speaks quietly.  You are shielded from the men as well.

"Did you understand that?"

"Yes Sir.  Thank you, Sir."

"Don't thank me yet.  If you safe word out, you can look forward to punishment from me later that will make everything you have endured to this point seem like a birthday party."

He turns again to watch the men at the far end of the room. You watch as Juan comes across the room again.

"Pardon me.  Do you have a deck of cards we could borrow?"

Without a word, TDS turns to the card table and opens a drawer.  He withdraws a new deck of playing cards and hands them to the Spaniard.  He nods and returns to the group.  After a few minutes all five of the men approach from across the room.  It is Juan who speaks again.

"Sir.  We have decided to play a small game in which your companion will be the winnings.  If you would assist by dealing.  We will play poker, five card draw to be exact.  To make the game more interesting, we have each agreed to start with $5,000 in our holdings.  At the end of each hand, the winner will collect the pot and will receive an hour with your companion."

You watch as TDS nods, then speaks.

"My only stipulation is that whatever the winner does, must be done in this room with everyone in attendance and watching."

Juan bowed his head as he spoke.

"Of course."

You stand, realizing that you are now the bet in a poker game.  You watch as the five men sit at the poker table with TDS taking a chair.  He counts out $5,000 in chips for each of the players.  When everyone is settled, he expertly breaks the seal on the deck of cards, removes them from the jacket, and spreads the cards faceup on the tabletop.  He takes the jokers from the deck and sets them aside.  He then flips the fanned cards, gathers them back into a deck and shuffles them several times.  He then lays the deck on the table between himself and the man, Peter, who is sitting to his right.

"The rules are straight five card draw poker.  No wildcards.  You must have jacks or better to open.  Ante is $100."

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Each man tosses a white chip into the center of the table.

"Cut"

Peter cuts the cards and TDS deals five cards to each man.  He waits until the men have looked at their cards.

"Can anyone open?"

Robert nods and speaks.

"I'll open for $400."

He tosses 4 white chips onto the pile   TDS looks to Juan.

"Fold."

He tosses his cards face down on the table.

Allen is next.

"Call."

He tosses 4 more chips onto the pile.

Ted also elects to call and adds 4 more chips to the pot.

Peter looks at his cards one more time.

"Fold"

His cards join Juans.

TDS looks to Robert.

"Call."

Allen nods as does Ted.

TDS looks to Robert

"Cards?"

Robert tosses 2 cards onto the table.

TDS deals two new cards to Robert.

It is Allen’s turn and he two tosses two cards from his hand to the table.  TDS deals him two new cards as well.

Ted takes three cards.

The bet comes back to Robert.  He looks at his cards carefully.

"Check"

Allen looks at Robert and without any change of expression pushes a stack of chips toward the middle of the table.

"1,000"

Ted tosses his cards on the table.

"Fold."

Robert is still looking at his cards.  He pushes two stacks of chips to the center of the table.

"I see the bet and raise 1,000"

Allen doesn't hesitate.  He pushes another stack to the center of the table.

"Call."

Robert turns his cards face up on the table.  He holds two nines, 2 Jacks, and a three.  Two pair

Allen lays his cards on the table.  Three sevens, an ace, and a five.

TDS speaks.

Three sevens wins the hand.  Collect your winnings Sir.

Allen gathers the chips from the center of the table and stacks them neatly.  He turns to look at you and you see a hungry look in his eyes.

Everyone else watches and waits.  You watch Allen rise from his chair and walk toward you.  He stops and looks at you hungrily.

"I have been waiting to see those tits and now I am going to get the chance."

He reaches up and pushes the straps of the dress over your shoulders and lets them fall.  Immediately, your breasts are fully exposed.  The marks from the whip and the cane are still readily visible and he looks at them with interest.  He turns to TDS.

"You have whipped her?"

"Yes.  Whipped, flogged and caned."

Allen turns back to look at you again. He grasps your shoulders and turns you to face away so he can see your back where the marks of the whip and flogger are also still clearly visible.

"Very nice.  But I think you could have given those tits some more attention."

He turns you again to face him.  His hands move to lift your breasts.  His thumbs move over your nipples.  Suddenly he drops your breasts and before you can react, he slaps your right breast.  A loud smack fills the room, and your breast seems to ignite as his open hand catches it full on the palm of his hand. 

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You gasp and before you can take a breath, his other hand pummels your other breast from the other side.  The force of the impact causes you to twist to one side.  You yelp from the stinging impact and as you turn to recover, a second blow lands on your right breast.  This one causes you to step sideways to keep from losing your balance and the pain seems to quadruple. As you catch your balance, his hand lands again on your left breast.  Already off balance you stumble sideways and reach out to steady yourself on the back of a chair nearby. 

Tears fill your eyes as the pain in your breasts increases with each blow he lands.  As you stumble, he grabs your breast and uses it to haul you back to your feet.  His eyes are glowing, and lust filled as he holds onto your breast with one hand and then begins to slap the other back and forth.  He uses his palm in one direction and the back of his hand in the other.  The hard bones in his knuckles begin to create deep bruises on your tit and the force of his grasp bruises the other breast where his fingers dig deeply into the soft flesh.  You are openly sobbing now and it is all you can do not to bring your hands up to try and protect yourself.

You stumble as your knees start to buckle from the pain.  He feels you sag and jerks up on the breast he clutches and growls at you.

"Stand up bitch."

He continues to punish your tits, alternating between crushing them in his strong hand and pummeling them with his open hand.  You are begging and sobbing but he pays you no heed.  Eventually, he pushes you down to the floor onto your back.  He stands astride over you looking down as he opens his trousers and removes his large cock.  Precum drips from the tip.  You watch as he lowers himself to his knees and places his cock between your now bruised and tender breasts.  He pulls your tits together around his cock and holds them there tightly.  He begins to fuck his cock between your breasts.  There is no lubrication, and your rapidly bruising tits are now abraded and chaffed as he saws his cock between them. 

In just a few minutes, he arches his back and a jet of hot creamy cum spurts from his cock.  It splashes onto your chin, over your face, and down your neck.  He sits for a minute still on top of you before he stands.  He uses his handkerchief to clean himself.  He glances down one time and then turns back to the table.

"I will yield the rest of my time back to the group.  I need a drink."

He turns toward the bar at the far end of the room and heads to make himself a drink.  You lay on the floor, stunned and not sure what to do next.  TDS appears over you offering you his hand.  You take it and he helps you to your feet.

"There is a bathroom through that door.  Go in and clean yourself up.  Come back when you are done."

You nod and head through the door.  Inside you look at yourself in the mirror.  Your hair is in disarray and your makeup is blotchy. Eye shadow runs down your cheeks from the tears.  You look at your breasts.  Already you can see that they will soon be a wild array of black, blue, and purple bruises.  They are tender to the touch. A quick brush through your hair is followed by a wet washcloth to wipe the cum from your face and neck then a dry towel.   You wash your face, find some makeup in a drawer and do your best to repair that. You consider the dress but decide there is no reason to return the straps to your shoulders now.  You go back to the game room.

When you enter, TDS looks at you and nods.  You return to stand next to him as he sits at the card table and deals a second hand of poker.  Allen, who has already won, stands across the room, sipping his drink. 

 

This time Juan opens the betting with $200.  Both Ted, Robert, and Peter all follow suit.  Ted raises the bet by another 200 and everyone answers the call.  Juan takes one card.  Ted takes two as does Robert.  Peter takes one card.  After the deal, Juan calls.  Ted ups the bet by 300.  Robert and Peter match the bet.  Juan matches the bet and then raises another 300.  Almost immediately Ted and Robert fold.  Peter calls and lays down his cards.  He turns up a full house, queens over tens.  Juan seems pained as he shows two pairs of 10s and jacks.  Peter collects his winnings and stacks his chips neatly.  He stands and looks across the table at you.

 He walks around the poker table and takes you by the upper arm.  Leading you to near the center of the room he looks at the others at the table.

 "Let's see how well TDS did on her ass."

 He spins you around and finds the clasps that hold the dress closed at your waist.  Unfastening it, he gathers the material into his hand and tosses it towards a chair at the edge of the room.  You now stand naked except for the garter belt, stockings, and heels.  You feel his hand run over your ass.  Your ass still wears the marks of the cane, the whip and the flogger.  Some of the welts are still tender and you wince slightly as he squeezes them roughly.

 "Those are nice marks but there certainly aren't enough of them."

 You hear the sound of a belt being drawn through the belt loops of his trousers.  You clamp your eyes shut anticipating what is to come.  A hand goes to the back of your head and twists itself in your hair.  You feel yourself pushed forward until you bump into the edge of the billiard table.  The hand forces you forward, face down on the hard surface of the table. 

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 You steady yourself and then you hear the whistle of the belt in the air and a flash of pain sears through you from your ass.  You screech and almost instinctively your hands go back to protect your ass.  The belt whistles again and this time lands squarely on your hands which causes another kind of almost intolerable pain.  You jerk your hands away and clasp them over your head.

 "Keep your hands out of the way cunt.  I don't mind beating them as well but it’s your ass I am interested in."

 You sob as you rub your stinging hands together.  The belt descends on to your other ass cheek and you arch you back as you scream again.  Peter then begins to methodically work the leather belt over your entire ass and over your thighs. You are sobbing so hard you can hardly catch a breath. The intense and rapidly increasing pain means you can no longer scream because the pace of the blows is so swift that you don't have time to catch a deep breath. When he finally takes a break, you can hear him breathing heavily from the exertion.  You ass feels as it has been turned into ground meat.  You are sure you are bleeding and that your ass and thighs are cut to ribbons.  Then you hear a zipper and feel a hand on your ass.

Hands spread your asscheeks apart and you feel the head of a cock at your asshole.  The pressure increases and then the cock rams forward, slamming into your asshole and penetrating deeply.  Your head comes up and you scream as the cock grinds into you without any preparation or lubrication.  immediately Peter starts to fuck you brutally in the ass.  He slams into you over and over.  His thrusts are so hard that you grunt, and you feel the hard edge of the billiard table bruising the fronts of your thighs.

Finally, he grinds deep into you, and you feel a rush of cum deep inside your bowel.  He pulls out almost immediately, leaving you bent over the table with your legs spread.  You finally manage to glance behind you and find him gone.  TDS is walking toward you.

"Go clean up.  Fix your makeup and come back."

You push yourself up from the table and walk somewhat unsteadily toward the bathroom.  By the time you get there, you can feel the cum dripping from your ass.  You find a towel and wipe yourself clean.  You rearrange your hair and makeup and slowly return to the game room.  When you have returned, TDS deals a new hand.

After the cards are dealt, Juan opens the betting again with another $200.  Ted and Robert meet the bet.  Juan raises the bet again and everyone follows.  Ted decides to take two cards as does Robert.  Juan looks at his cards, pushes a stack of chips to the center of the table and announces.

"I will stand pat, and raise the bet by $1000"

Ted and Robert meet the bet.  Ted elects to take two cards.  Robert takes only one.  Juan checks the raised bet.  Ted looks at his cards and raises another $500.  Robert immediately folds as does Juan.  Ted grins, collects the chips in the pot, stacks them and leans back in the chair.

You watch as he stands and steps away from the card table.  He motions for you to follow him to the pool table.  Once there he selects three balls from the pool table.

"Spread your legs."

You do as ordered, spreading your feet more than shoulder width apart.  Ted turns to TDS.

"Do you have lubricant, or should I do this dry?"

You watch as TDS opens a drawer on a cabinet on one side of the room, takes a tube, and tosses it to Ted.  He opens the tube and then liberally squeezes lube onto the pool ball.  You groan in anticipation of what he intends.  Moving toward you with the ball in hand, he moves it between your legs and begins to work it between your labia.  He forces the ball upwards, stretching your pussy.  The ball is wider than any of the dildos you have experienced, and it becomes increasingly painful as he pushes harder and harder.

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You wail as it reaches the widest part, and then slips up inside you completely.  You gasp for breath and then see him reach for a second ball. After it is lubed, he places it between your legs and pushes upward.  It is just as painful as the first but seems to slide inside you quicker, forcing the first ball even deeper.  Your breathing is a bit ragged, and you lean against the pool table for support.  You begin to beg when you see him take a third ball from the pocket on the table.

He lubes the third ball generously and then begins to force it up into your cunt with the other two.  The pain is intense but after being stretched, your pussy opens to admit it quickly.  You now have three of the large hard balls embedded inside you.  Ted finds a towel at the end of the pool table and wipes his hands.  He looks at you.

"Now bitch.  You will keep those balls inside you until my hour is up.  We are going to take a break, smoke a cigar and have a drink while you stand there and try not to eject those balls.  If you drop one of them in the next hour, I will shove it in your ass instead."

The men, including TDS, go to the bar. They each light a fresh cigar and fix more drinks. They converse and watch you carefully as you stand by the pool table.  You move your legs close together to help keep the balls in place.  The last thing you want it to have one or more of them crammed into your asshole.  Your legs are trembling a bit as you struggle to keep the balls from being pushed out of your pussy.  Time passes slowly.  It becomes increasingly difficult to keep the balls in place and you strain to clamp down and hold them where they are.

Ted looks at TDS.

How long has it been?"

"45 minutes."

"I think you can play the next hand.  That should take long enough."

TDS and the two men left, Juan and Robert, move back to the card table.  TDS deftly shuffles and deals the next hand.  Juan opens and bets 300.  Robert meets the bet and raises an additional 300.  Juan checks and takes three cards.  Robert takes two cards.  Juan checks the bet again and Robert looks at his hand.  He bets $500.  Juan, smiling, tosses his cards.  Robert gathers his chips and looks to TDS.

"How is the time?"

"It is almost expired."

"Good."

Robert stands and walks toward you.  he stops in front of you and puts a hand between your legs, palm up.

"Push the balls out."

You are somewhat relieved as you relax, and the first ball drops out of your pussy and into his hand.  He sets it on the edge of the table and returns his hand. You have to struggle a bit this time but finally the second ball descends and plops into his waiting hand.  He places it beside the first one on the table edge.  His hand goes back between your legs. You struggle with the third one.  It is deep inside your pussy and seems to be stuck.  You work your muscles trying to get it to descend but it doesn't want to come out.  You begin to fear that it may take some outside manipulation to retrieve it. 

Robert, seeing your difficulty, places his hand on your belly and pushes in, feeling for the lump of the pool ball.  He feels it and then steps back from you.

"Jump up and down."

You look at him stunned.  He repeats the order, and you bounce lightly on to your toes.

"No, you stupid cunt.  I mean jump up high and land.  I want to see those tits flop."

You gulp.  Bending your knees, you jump as high as you can and then land.  Robert looks at you.

"Do it again and this time keep your fucking legs spread wide when you land."

You bend your knees again and this time as you land your put your feet shoulder width apart.  You hear a clunk as the pool ball falls out of your pussy and onto the floor.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

You look at Robert and notice that he has his cock free and in his hand.  Your eyes go wide.  His cock looks nearly as long as the big dildo you had the last time your word the harness.  It is considerable bigger around.  As he walks toward you, he speaks again.

"It’s a good thing Ted stretched out that pussy of yours.  When I get through with you, that cunt will gape open like a cave."

He pulls you to the couch and pushes you down on the cushions on your back.  Lifting one leg he lays it on the back of the couch and then gets on his knees between your legs.  You can see his massive cock dripping cum already as he positions it at your pussy.  As he begins to force it into you, you feel yourself being stretched beyond limit.  You groan, then scream as your pussy feels like it is being ripped apart.  With a massive grunt and a thrust of his hips, he buries the entire length of his massive cock inside you.  You feel the head of his cock jammed up against your cervix.  Holding your legs behind the knees, he spreads you wide open and pounds at your pussy savagely. 

You are lay nearly unconscious from the assault of his cock.  Your arms are limp, and your breathing has gone shallow and rapid.  At last, he pulls his cock from your pussy and spends his cum onto your belly.  Standing, he adjusts his clothing and looks down at you.  Without another word he goes to the bar and makes himself a fresh drink.

TDS walks over to you.

"GO and clean yourself up.  Juan is the last."

You struggle to roll off the couch and onto your feet.  In the bathroom you clean yourself and do your best to fix your hair and makeup.  Your whole body is complaining.  You return to the game room where Juan and TDS are talking, each with a drink and a cigar in their hand.  As you approach, TDS asks Juan a question.

"What is your plan tonight."

Juan looks at you.

"I want to hear this bitch scream.  She has made some noise tonight, but I want to hear her scream like she has never screamed before. I feel like that is the least she owes me.  I lost every hand tonight.  I’m about $4,000 lighter and I intend to get some of that back in kind."

TDS nods and steps back.

Juan turns to the other four men.

"Could you gentlemen give me a hand.  I noticed some rings embedded in the walls on the side of the room.  I am guessing that if you look in those cabinets, you will find some equipment.  Please hang this cunt up by her wrists from those rings. Make it tight.  Painfully tight."

The men move quickly.  One of them takes you to the spot in the room while the others find rope and leather cuffs in the cabinet.  With the four men working together, in seconds you find yourself roped to the wall, spread eagle and pulled taut. The four men have taken Juan at his word and they have pulled the ropes so taut that you are stretched impossibly wide. You are facing the room with your back to the wall about three feet out.  You watch as Juan stands in front of you.  He seems to be thinking, pondering what he intends to do.  He sips the brandy in his glass and then puffs on the cigar.  He turns to TDS.

"I have one hour, correct?"

"That is correct."

"If the cunt passes out during that hour, does it count against my time until she wakes up?"

"Yes.  If she passes out, the hour continues to run.  My suggestion is that you pace yourself and keep her cognizant the entire hour."

Juan nods. It is apparent that Juan is probably the most sadistic of the five men and has something particularly nasty in store for you.  You whimper as you hang helpless, waiting.

Finally, he moves toward you.  There is a gleam in his eye.  He sets the glass of brandy on the table and reaches out to run a finger over your nipple.  Your breasts battered and beaten early are extremely sensitive and tender.  You jerk slightly at his touch.

"Ah.  Your breasts are tender I see.  Not surprising.  They are almost one huge bruise. My friend Allen does an exceptional job on tits.  Too bad he couldn't take you to the chambers where he could have the proper tools to really give them a working over.”

Suddenly, he grasps your breast in his hand, your nipple in his palm.  His fingers dig into your bruised flesh as he squeezes.  His strength belies his soft appearance, and his fingers drive deeply into your flesh.  You wail as he mauls your tit.  The scream is blood is representative of your torment.  You gag and gasp as you try to get air into your lungs so you can scream again.  Then he starts to twist his hand, forcing your breast into an even more agonizing position.  It feels as if he is tearing the flesh from your chest, and you writhe in the rope, You twist and turn trying to escape the pain.  Your screams are piercing and prolonged, coming without end, interrupted only by your wheezing gasps as you try and breathe.

He drops the breast he is holding and presses his palm against your breastbone.  His finger encircle your other breast at the very base.  He closes those strong fingers, squeezing the base of your breast, compressing it, and forcing your breast to swell and engorge.  You groan deeply as the pressure increases.  Your eye lids are only half open.  Your legs tremble and you grasp the ropes holding your arms for stability.  Then your eyes fly open.  You see the Spaniard as he takes a long pull on the cigar.  The tip turns into a glowing red ember, and he flicks it carefully knocking the ash from the end leaving only the glowing ember.

"Let's hear how you can really scream."

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Slowly you watch in horror as the glowing red cigar draws closer to the side of your tortured breast.  You can feel the heat increase and you begin to beg and plead.  Finally, the cigar rushes against your breast flesh and you hear the sizzle.  You scream unlike any scream you have ever emitted.  The pain is beyond anything you have endured.  Your head flies back and your knees fail. leaving you hanging by your outstretched arms. 

You hear the Spaniards voice.

"Did she pass out?"

One of the men looks at your face.

"She appears to still be conscious.  She is certainly not altogether cognizant I don't think."

"Then I will give her a moment to gather herself before I resume."

You hang by your arms for several minutes.  Finally, you manage to get your legs to work enough to take the strain off of your arms.  As your head comes up, the Spaniard steps close you again.

"That was excellent.  You scream well.  It does make my cock hard when you scream like that.  I do want to hear more."

You beg."

"No.  Please.  No more.  Not again … Please."

The Spaniard cocks his head to one side.

"You can always safe word out.  I know you have one.  I also know that TDS promised you worse than I will give you if you code out.  Do you want to use your safe word?"

You manage to look at TDS past the Spaniard.  Coding out, as far as you are concerned, is not an option.  It isn't the threat of a worse punishment.  Now it is the thought of failing him, of not making him proud.  You shake your head no.

The Spaniard smiles.

"I thought not.  I believe you would endure anything to please him."

The Spaniard turns to TDS.

"Congratulations Sir.  This is probably the most ardent and devoted slut I have ever seen."

TDS nods and the Spaniard turns back.

"Now.  I still have nearly 30 minutes left.  I do so want to hear that scream again before I fuck you myself."

The Spaniard reaches out and thrust two finger into your pussy.  You barely flinch and he begins to work two, then three, then four fingers into you.  He thrusts up and down brutally making your grunt with each upward ram as he jams almost his whole hand inside you.  You are breathing hard and fast now.  You watch as he prepares the cigar tip again, working the tip into a glowing red implement of torture.  He locks his eyes on yours.  You are mesmerized by his gaze and fail to watch his hands.  The cigar drops and the first thing you feel is the heat from the tip just before it lands just above your clit.

Your back arches.  Your hips jerk backwards trying to escape the ungodly torment of the hot glowing cigar ember above your clit.  You scream.  The scream goes on and on until you are out of breath.  You drag a ragged deep inhalation and try to scream again as the unbearable pain between your leg’s spreads over your whole body.  No sound comes out.  Your throat seems to be paralyzed.  Your knees fail again, and you hang from your wrists, your head thrown back, mouth wide open but no sound coming out.  Your body jerks and spasms Finally, the Spaniard steps back. He reaches for his drink and takes a long gulp from the glass.  He drops the cigar into the remaining liquid in the glass.

"In deference to TDS I chose not to put that cigar directly on your clit.  I think you would have screamed even louder had I done that. Now I think I can enjoy that beautiful pussy of yours."

He steps behind you and you feel a cock at your pussy.  The cock thrusts up and enters you.  The pressure on your labia pulls at the burn above your clit and you wail again.  He holds you as he fucks your pussy from behind. Reaching around you he grabs your burned breast and squeezes it savagely, twisting it.  You scream louder as he spills a load of cum into you.  Stepping back, he arranges his clothing and walks back to the center of the room.

"I believe that is the end of my use of this slut.  What is the order of business now?"

TDS sips his drink before responding.

"I told you that she is yours to do with as you please subject to my rules.  The offer still stands.  Until you are all satisfied, sated, or unable to continue, she is yours."

Hearing him, you groan.  You aren't sure how much more of this treatment you can stand before you pass out fully.  You sob softly as you hang from the ropes.  You think it is Robert, the one with the gigantic cock whose voice you hear.

"I'm not sure about the rest of you, but I want to fuck that cunt at least once more.  Why don't we take her down, bend her over the back of the couch and give her a good gangbang fuck.  We will see who can last the longest.  Last man with a hardon wins.  We all put in 100 dollars for each go around and the last man with a dick in her cunt gets to keep the combined pot."

Everyone agrees.  Then you hear TDS speak.

"Do you gentlemen mind if I join your game."

Allen speaks up first.

"I don't mind, but don't you think you have an advantage.  We have all cum in her or on her once already.  That gives you an advantage."

"What if I fuck her once myself to get even then we start the game."

"That sounds fair."

You find yourself taken down from the suspension and bent over the back of the couch.  The couch is leather with a low cushion back and when you are bent over with your head toward the seat, your ass is pointing up and your cunt is at the perfect height.  Someone ties your wrists to the legs of the couch in front and your ankles to the legs in back, spreading your legs painfully wide.  You feel a cock at your pussy and have enough mental presence to know it is TDS.  He fucks you thoroughly until he cums, sending a jet of warm fluid deep into your pussy.

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One after another, the men queue up to fuck you.  As each one steps behind you, they drop a $100 bill in a small bucket on the table beside the couch.  Over and over, they continue.  You hear them laughing and joking behind you.  Your pussy, already tortured and well used, is now exposed to almost constant stimulation and use.  As quick as one cock dumps a load of cum into you, another steps up and begins it all again.  You lose count of the number of times you feel a cock in your cunt and cum in your pussy.  You can feel cum dripping and running down your thighs.

At some point you become incoherent and unaware of what is going on.  You fall unconscious draped over the back of the couch, limp and unmoving.  One of the men looks at your face and announces to everyone else.

"She has passed out.  Do we continue with the game."

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Ted looks at the cash in the bucket and exclaims excitedly.

"By my count there is over 3,000 dollars in that bucket.  I don't intend to quit unless I can't get it up anymore."

Everyone looks to TDS.  He smiles.

"I have money in that pot too and I would certainly like to get it back along with all of your money.  We continue."

The men laugh as you lay unconscious across the back of the couch. They continue to play their game of last man standing.

You slowly come to your senses.  You find yourself still laying across the back of the leather couch.  Your legs and arms are still tied.  You raise your head to look around and find the room empty.  The only light that is on is a single lamp on a table across the room.  You move and then groan as your body complains.  You hear footsteps and look around at the door.  TDS enters and flips on the overhead light.  You are momentarily dazzled and by the time you can see him again, he is not in your field of vision.  You feel something jerking on your leg and realize he is untying you.

In minutes he has you unbound, and he helps you to stand.  You are shaky and your legs feel like rubber.  He supports you with an arm around your waist.

"Can you walk?"

You try and take a step and your knees buckle.  He catches lifting you into his arms.  Carefully he carries you down a corridor to another door.  As he steps through, he speaks to you.

"Reach up and turn on the lights."

You feel on the wall and find the switch.  The room is bath ed in light, and you see that you are in a large bedroom suite.  He walks to the large bed and lays you on top of the covers.

You take a moment to look at yourself.  Your breasts are nothing but bruises.  In addition, on your right breast on the side is a round burn mark.  You remember the touch of the cigar.  Instantly, you spread your legs and look down.  There, just barely above you clit, is a matching mark.  Rolling onto your side you twist around to look at your ass and down your thighs.  They are covered in deep red welts, bruises, and in some places, lacerations from the belt.  You move gingerly.  You find he is watching you from across the room.

"I am impressed that you didn't safe word out.  It makes me happy and proud.  You impressed the others as well.  They all had very good things to say about you."

"Thank you, Sir."

"The shower is through that door.  Make yourself at home.  I am sure you want to shower.  There is also a douche bag if you want to use that."

You move carefully off the bed.  You are still a bit unsteady as you stand and you grab the large upright on the foot of the bed for support.

"May I ask a question?"

"Certainly."

"Who won?"

For the first time you hear him laugh.

"I would never have expected you to ask that question.  If you must know, I finally won the competition."

That causes you to smile and then, even while you are still in pain and unsteady on your feet, you ask another question.

"How much was in the bucket?"

He laughs again.

"Well.  The total came to 5500 dollars."

You do the math in your head and your eyes open wide.”

“That is 55 times someone used me."

He watched her as she was thinking.  When she spoke he smiled again.

"That should be 56 since I didn't put in my 100 the last time. Everyone else had already quit.  I just wanted to prove I still could."

You groan but manage to straighten up and move toward the bathroom.  Inside you find it to be just as luxurious as the one in the cavern below.  You start the water in the shower and look around.  You find the douche bag and hang it in the shower.  You enter the large shower and let the hot water play over you.  The spray stings and you gasp slightly as the water hits your breasts and your ass.  Still, the hot water feels good and you turn slowly letting the water play over your abused body.  You turn to face the hot water, close your eyes and let the water play over your face.  You prepare the douche bag and use it to clean your pussy. You find that you are very tender and sore, even on the inside.

Suddenly you feel hands on your waist.  You jump and twist to find him standing in the shower with you.

"Just relax."

You stare in amazement.  He reaches past you to the shelf in the shower and takes the shampoo bottle.  He pours a liberal amount into his hand and then begins to work it into your hair.  His hands are strong, yet gentle.  He works the shampoo into a thick lather.  His fingers massage your scalp and then down your neck and onto your shoulders.

He reaches past you again and takes a net sponge.  A bottle of body wash comes next, and he works the sponge until it is dripping with fragrant suds.  He then starts to wash you slowly and gently.  He works over your back, down and around your arms, under your arms, and then over your front while you are still facing away from him.  The sensation is a mixture of both pain and pleasure, especially your tits.  When he runs the sponge down your belly, you groan and then yelp when he runs the sponge over the burn above your clit.  He moves on quickly down into your crotch. You find yourself to be sore and tender there as well.  You stop and think that it isn't surprising considering you were fucked over 50 times in just a few hours.

He continues to bathe you gently.  He works over your welted ass and down your legs.  He kneels to work on your legs and then you feel him give you a gentle kiss on your bruised ass.  It almost makes you giggle.  When he is done, he hangs the sponge back on the small hook from where it came then takes the shower head from its holder and adjusts the spray to a gentler mist and begins to rinse you.  He starts with your hair and carefully rinses all of the shampoo away.  He plays the gentle mist over your body until you are free of the suds.   He puts the shower back on its holder and then spins you around to face him.  His arms go around you and his lips lock to yours.  The kiss under the hot water of the shower lasts for minutes.  You return the embrace, molding yourself to him and wrapping one leg around his legs.  All of the pain seems to melt away as he holds you.

You lose all track of time and have no idea how long you stand in his embrace in the shower.  Finally, he pulls back and looks down at you. 

"We are going to turn to prunes if we don't get out of this shower."

You giggle as he turns off the shower and opens the shower door.  He lets you step out and then follows.  He reaches for towels and hands you one.  Together you towel dry.  You look around and you hear him behind you.

“There is a brush in the top drawer.  Ponytail holders are there also.  If you want to brush your teeth, there are new toothbrushes as well as toothpaste.”

He hangs the towels on the rack and steps out of the bathroom.  You brush your hair, work it into a ponytail and brush your teeth.  You are amazed that you aren't feeling worse.  You are exhausted but you find that to be expected.  As you walk out of the bathroom, you see that he has the covers pulled back on the bed.  He is in his customary silk pajama bottoms.  He looks up as you enter. 

Would you like a gown or something else to wear?"

You are startled.

"Ugh.  No harness and butt plugs tonight?"

He looks at you, his expression more serious than you expected.

"You are well past that. You have proven that you are everything that I had hoped for and probably more."

You look at him and can't resist your next comment.

"You don't sound like TDS."

That gets him to grin. 

"Oh.  He is here.  He is always with me.  I am not sure I will put him back in the dungeon.  I sort of like having him around and I think you do as well."

"It is you.  I mean.  It is DKH!"

"If you haven't figured it out, we are both DKH and TDS.  I tried for a long time to keep him sequestered because there didn't seem to be anyone who could deal with him and his demands."

"You know, I sort of like that devil."

“That's good, because you must now deal with both of us on a daily basis."

You wiggle just a bit, then wince.

"I can't say I don't like that idea, but not tonight."

He laughs and slips into the bed.

"Then get your slutty ass in bed and let me hold you."

You move quicker than you thought I could. You crawl across the bed and snuggle into his arms, laying your head on his shoulder and draping one leg across his.

"I never thought I would or could endure something like tonight.  But when I am with you (and TDS) it seems to come natural."

"Good.  TDS and I have lots of plans for the three of us.  Now sleep.  I know you are exhausted, and I am tired as well."

He turns off the lamp on the table and the room plunges into darkness.  His breathing slows and becomes regular. You hear him snoring lightly.  You lay in the dark, touching him. You are amazed at what you have learned about him and about yourself.