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From the author: A special thanks to the real Jenny for inspiration and feedback. Contact her at jennyxoxo850@gmail.com to let her know what you think.

Chapter 1

Bright lights illuminated the dank, cold dungeon. A young woman stood trembling, her back up against a long post protruding from the floor. She was bound, head to toe, in a tight-fitting black rubber sack. Leather straps, spaced up and down her body on the outside of the sack, held the frightened woman in place. One strap held her ankles together. Another pair above and below her knees held her legs together. Several more kept her arms pinned at her sides within the stifling rubber bag. A few more wrapped around her waist and shoulders held her up against the sturdy pole.

A heavy leather hood and matching collar surrounded the woman's head and neck, concealing all but her frightened tear-stained eyes. Her breath whistled through the two small holes positioned just beneath her nose. Her terrified groans were muffled not only by the thick leather of the discipline helmet but also by the wad of cloth that had been stuffed into her mouth and held there by packing tape that had been wrapped around and around her head. A detachable blindfold hung, partially buckled, from the side of the helmet.

The only flesh exposed by this unyielding and all encompassing bondage was the woman's large, soft tits. Each fleshy mound had been pressed through a small hole in the front of the sack. There, each breast had been tightly wrapped at its base by a thin leather cord causing it to stand pointed proudly forward, colored a light pink shade. Several angry purple lines streaked across the tops and the bottoms of the bound tits, remnants from where they'd earlier felt the kiss of her captor's cane.

The woman shifted uncomfortably. How long had she been standing like this? More importantly, how much longer would she be standing like this?

She closed her eyes as she felt an ache in her lower abdomen. Beneath the tight rubber sack, her pussy and ass had been stuffed full with a set of inflatable dildos. My, how she had screamed as each dildo was inflated well past a size that would have been unbearable even if it hadn't been paired with a matching dildo in the adjacent hole.

The woman's eyes shot open with a start as an older man she intimately recognized approached and gently caressed her tits. He traced his fingers along the raised welts, smiling as the woman winced.

\"Let's continue,\" the man said.

He took a bottle of lubricant and rubbed it onto the woman's exposed nipples. Despite her predicament, her nipples responded to the pleasant sensation and grew erect. The woman looked on in fear as the man reached over to a machine mounted on a nearby cart. He picked up two clear glass tubes, each connected to the machine with a long hose and open on the other end. He flipped a switch. The woman jumped as she heard a loud hissing sound of air being sucked through a tube, though its sound was greatly attenuated in her ears by the thick leather around her head.

The man leaned in and pressed one of the glass tubes against her nipple. It immediately latched on, sucking the little pink nub into the open end. He let go and the glass tube held fast, hanging on by the force of the suction coming through the tube at the other end. The man attached the other tube to her other nipple, then stepped back.

The woman relaxed a little. This isn't as bad as I was expecting, she thought to herself.

Then the man rested his finger on another switch on the machine. \"This might pinch a little,\" he said loudly enough to be heard over the machine and through her leather helmet. He flipped the switch.

Hiss! Thunk! Hiss! Thunk! The machine sprang to life. The woman cried out as the suction within the glass tubes dramatically increased, but only for a second before dropping back to its previous level. There, it remained for just a heartbeat before ramping up again. Suck, release, suck, release. Over and over again the machine pulled at her sensitive nipples. The woman cried out in distress, but was decidedly ignored. Each pull of the pump stretched, yanked, and sucked at her nipples pulling them deeper into the glass tubes. Her nipples began to ache terribly, but the machine was relentless and carried on.

After watching for a minute, the man flipped the switch on the machine to stop the on/off cycling of the suction. He pressed his face in close and gawked at the woman's nipples, visibly distended within the glass jars. He took ahold of one of the tubes and pulled. The woman groaned as her tit was lifted along with it. He smiled. He pressed his finger in along the edge of the cup, breaking the vacuum seal. Her tit popped free. She looked down to see her nipple, swollen now to three times its normal size. The man poked it with his finger. The woman threw her head back against the post. He scraped the distended flesh with his fingernail and she screamed.

\"Yeah, that's so sensitive now. Isn't it?\" he said calmly. He dropped her tit and reattached the glass tube to her nipple. \"And that was only after a few minutes. Imagine what it will be like after an hour of this.\"

The woman's eyes grew large in disbelief and she complained more loudly this time as the man reattached the pump and activated the machine. Before he walked away he lifted the blindfold across the woman's eyes and buckled it into place. Enclosed within the thick leather hood, being able to neither see nor hear, the woman had no choice but to focus on the endless tug and release on her nipples as the machine harshly sucked and pulled over and over again. Her pained wails competed with the din of the machine as the man walked away, leaving her to her misery.

---

Jenny watched the entire scene in total fascination. The woman's agony and the cacophony of the machine blaring out from the speakers of her laptop. She laid on her bed, naked, imagining what it must be like for the woman. She raised a hand to her own breast and tightly pinched and pulled at her nipple, while her other hand explored the folds of her soaking wet pussy. She moaned when the woman moaned. She shuddered when the woman shuddered.

Finally, she could take no more, with a room-rattling scream she brought herself to orgasm. Waves of pleasure washed over her. She grunted and shook in utter bliss, until finally she collapsed back onto her bed, exhausted, as the scene on her computer faded to black.

She laid there with her eyes closed, still lost in her fantasy, until a loud banging on her apartment wall brought her crashing back to reality.

\"Keep it down over there, you pervert,\" her neighbor's muffled voice shouted through the paper-thin walls of her rundown studio apartment.

Embarrassed, Jenny shuffled out of bed and threw on a robe. She went to the kitchen area to make a cup of coffee. She stared vacantly out the window at the dingy alleyway below and sighed. She'd moved to Amsterdam five years ago from the countryside and had nothing to show for it. Her dead-end job gave her just enough money for a shitty apartment, a few clothes, and not much else. As if to emphasize the point, a train rattled past just outside her building. The walls shook like an earthquake and her coffee cup crashed from the counter to the floor, shattering to a thousand pieces.

She looked at her laptop as she bent down to gather the broken pieces. The one luxury that she had afforded herself was a membership to Insex, a hardcore bondage pornography site. The price was probably more than she could bear, given her financial situation, but it was her one escape from her dreary life.

For as long as she could remember, Jenny had fantasized about being captured and enslaved; used and owned by a stern, but caring, master; forced to do whatever he commanded, and harshly punished for disobedience. She had told no one about her fantasy - it was too dark, too depraved, too shameful. But when she'd discovered the like-minded BDSM enthusiasts at Insex she joined immediately. She watched every performance, memorized every scene, and pictured herself being that glistening, quivering slave carefully attended to by P.D., the site's owner and star sadist.

As she scooped up the last few pieces of her broken cup, a banner on the website caught her eye. \"We are seeking new models to come join us in New York. Apply now,\" it read.

Jenny stared thoughtfully at the ad and wondered. Could I?

Chapter 2

Jenny fiddled with her long, dark hair as she nervously sat on the airplane. She still couldn't believe that she was doing this. She had clicked on the Insex link for new models and sent them an introductory letter along with several revealing photos that, after an hour of debating, she had finally worked up the nerve to take.

She couldn't focus on anything at home or at work while she awaited a reply. The way Jenny had imagined it, P.D. would see her sincere and heartfelt desire to model for him and he would agree to fly her to his studio and pay her to star in dozens of videos. Her fantasies would be fulfilled and she'd live happily ever after.

When the reply finally came she was crestfallen. She had received an impersonal form letter, which even managed to misspell her name, stating that they were seeking local models only and that if she happened to visit the New York area then she could stop by for an interview and audition.

Determined not to let that be the end of it, that same day Jenny packed up her suitcase and sold all the rest of her meager possessions. This netted her enough money to buy a one-way ticket on the next flight out to New York City.

Now, several hours into her flight, she wondered if perhaps she'd been too rash. What if P.D. didn't want her? What would she do? She had no money. She'd be in an unfamiliar country, with no friends and no idea where to go or what to do next.

She shook away the negative thoughts. Why wouldn't he like me? I'm a young, beautiful, and willing submissive girl. He can do anything he wants with me. He'll tie me up and fuck me to his heart's desire. And when he's done, he'll lock me away in a cage until he's ready to have me again. She lost herself in the possibilities running through her mind; the bondage, the positions, the punishments, the thrill of being utterly helpless and at the mercy of a total stranger.

The elderly woman sitting next to Jenny aggressively cleared her throat and she snapped back to reality. Her face quickly reddened as she realized the disturbance she'd caused around her while daydreaming. Her hand had subconsciously drifted up and down her body, seductively tracing her curves and massaging her breasts. Her aroused nipples blatantly poked out through the thin fabric of her dress. Her face was flushed and she was aware of a dampness in her panties caused by her erotic musings. She shirked low in her seat, humiliated. The man sitting on her other side shifted uncomfortably, moving a newspaper to hide the obvious erection in his pants. He winked as Jenny looked up from his tented pants to his amused face. She could've just died right there.

Fortunately the flight landed a few hours later without incident. However, when Jenny went to claim her bag it was nowhere to be found. She frantically watched the bags go round the carousel. Everything she owned, aside from a few small sundries she kept in a backpack were in that bag. When she went to the airline desk, the best that they could offer her was an insincere apology and the assurance that her things would probably turn up in a few days. Her desperate tears at least got them to agree to put her up in the airport hotel for the evening.

She spent a restless night tossing and turning. She was anxious about how tomorrow would go. As the hours ticked by she began to second guess this whole plan. But there was no turning back now. She was committed and had no choice but to go through with it.

---

Early the next morning she awoke and got dressed in the same flowery sundress she'd worn on the plane. It was the only clothing she had left. Fortunately her makeup and hairbrush were among the few items she'd managed to hang onto.

She glanced at herself in the mirror. She looked good, even if she wasn't wearing the knock-out dress she had planned to wear. Her emerald green eyes glimmered. Her flowery dress flowed softly over her round hips. Her pert breasts were of average size and fit nicely on her slender frame. She stood about five foot six inches tall, but her strappy black heels added a few more inches to that. She'd made sure to pay special attention to her long, raven-black hair that fell to the small of her back. Her thick, shiny mane had always been a point of pride for her. She imagined P.D. grabbing ahold of it, yanking her head back as he ravaged her from behind.

She got directions to the Insex studio from the concierge, who warned her that she was heading into a rough neighborhood. A few train rides later and she was there. She tried to stay positive as she regarded the shabby, brick building on a street populated with equally shabby warehouses and several empty lots.

It was still early and the building was not open yet. Jenny waited patiently outside. After not too long a plain, white van pulled up and a gray-haired man in a black t-shirt and cargo pants stepped out. Jenny's heart fluttered. It was P.D.! He approached the front entrance and warily regarded Jenny standing there waiting for him.

\"What do you want?\" he grumbled.

\"Um, hello sir,\" Jenny said nervously. \"I am a big fan of your website and I'd like to audition for a role in one of your productions.\"

He paused and looked her up and down. Jenny waited with bated breath.

P.D. shrugged. She couldn't get a read on whether he liked her or not. \"Come inside. We'll talk,\" he said finally. Her heart soared and she eagerly followed him inside and up to the office. He sat her down on a cheap, stained couch and pulled up a folding chair in front of her.

\"So, you want to model for me, huh?\" he said. \"Are you aware of what we do here?\"

\"Yes, sir,\" Jenny replied eagerly. \"I have seen all of your performances. It is a dream of mine to be in one with you.\"

\"Uh huh,\" P.D. nodded, unimpressed. \"And how much BDSM experience do you have?\"

Jenny hesitated. She'd had some rather extreme fantasies, in reality, though, she hadn't done anything much more adventurous than being tied up and spanked. She admitted as much to P.D., realizing that someone as experienced as he would quickly see through a lie. \"But,\" she added, \"I'm willing to do anything you want. Anything.\"

This seemed to stir something in P.D. His eyes lit up every so slightly. \"Is that so?\" he mused, the gears turning in his head.

He abruptly stood up. \"I guess you can have an audition. Here's how it works: I will film a short scene with you. We call it a 'test' here. If that goes well then we will devise a longer, more elaborate, and, more importantly to you, I assume, paying scene. If the members like what they see then you may just have a lot more work. Sound good?\"

A huge smile appeared on Jenny's face. She'd made it! She just knew that P.D. would love what he saw from her. \"Yes, sir!\" she readily agreed. \"I just know that I'll be a star!\"

He reached into the drawer of a nearby filing cabinet and pulled out a stack of papers, which he thrust into her hands.

\"Sign this. It's typical waiver stuff to protect the website,\" he said.

Jenny quickly signed without reading any of it, then P.D. led her down into the dungeon.

Chapter 3

They took the elevator down to the basement. Before the doors opened P.D. handed Jenny a black leather bag and ordered her to pull it on over her head. He wanted to make sure that she didn't spoil any of the surprises that might be waiting for her. She quickly complied. A small silver chain ran along the outside of the sack near the bottom. P.D. reached up and pulled it tight, drawing the sack closed around her neck, then clipped the ends in place. Jenny felt her warm breath fill the sack. She could see nothing through the thick leather.

Jenny could feel her pulse quicken. This was really happening! She could hardly contain her excitement. The elevator doors slid open. Jenny got goosebumps as she felt P.D.'s rough hand grip her upper arm and guide her forward.

He sat her down on an uncomfortable, metal surface and told her not to move. She sat nervously for a moment before strong hands pulled her arms behind her back. Her elbows were pinned together and then quickly bound with rope. Her wrists, too, were soon lashed together as well. The rope binding her wrists was looped several times around her waist, holding her arms up against the small of her back. With her arms secured, he then bent down and tied her ankles together with another length of rope. Jenny shuddered as she felt his hot breath on her bare legs.

\"Sit tight,\" P.D. instructed her. \"I need to get some things ready.\"

For the next little while she heard equipment being shuffled around, chains rattling, and other items being prepared. Jenny sat patiently waiting for P.D. to return. She tried to stay in the moment, but her mind kept wandering away with the possibilities. She was getting so excited.

Finally, everything seemed to be in order. The commotion died down and the room was silent. She heard the elevator doors slide open and another person enter the room. Low murmurs of conversation confirmed the presence of at least one more soul. Jenny began to get nervous. She knew, of course, that there would be others there to film the proceedings, but that detail had always been omitted in her fantasies. She was no exhibitionist by nature and having her intimate encounter filmed for the world to see made her a little anxious.

Before she could dwell on the topic for too long, though, the leather sack was unhooked and yanked free from her head. Jenny blinked against the bright lights pointed directly at her. Behind them a pair of cameramen stood, red lights flashing on their cameras, as they filmed Jenny's reveal. She pushed aside her stage fright and focused solely on P.D. He stood, looming next to her with a thin smile on his lips.

\"Let's get started,\" he announced as one of the cameramen made a slow pan up Jenny's body from her shiny heels, up her smooth legs, lingering on her tits hiding behind the thin fabric of her dress, and finally up to her face.

Jenny looked down. The surface she was sitting on was not a chair, but rather a short, metal cage. She regarded the other items in the room; chains, boxes, racks, and various implements to deliver either pleasure or pain. The mere sight of these things put a slight grin on her face.

Before she could finish her inventory of the dungeon, P.D. walked up behind her and roughly yanked her to her feet. Jenny leaned against the powerful man, unable to keep her balance very well with her ankles bound. She stood facing the cameras with her back to him. His arms reached around her, exploring her body. Strong hands roved from her hips to her tits. He massaged her fleshy mounds through her dress. Then, with a sudden vigor, he tore open the front of her dress from her neckline down to her navel.

Jenny gasped as one arm reached up around her neck and trapped her head in the crook of his elbow. He flexed his bicep and Jenny felt the pressure increase on her throat, cutting off her air supply. With his free hand he teased and pinched Jenny's breasts up over the cups of her bra. Her large nipples instantly grew hard as they felt the cool air and were met with pinches and twists from P.D.

One of the cameramen moved in for a closeup of Jenny's exposed tits as Jenny's face grew a shade darker from lack of air. As she began to feel lightheaded P.D. suddenly released his grip and spun her around to face him. He leaned down and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. Jenny practically melted in his arms as his tongue explored her mouth. She returned the kiss with just as much enthusiasm, in total bliss.

With another deft maneuver P.D. suddenly dropped Jenny to the floor and stepped out of the shot. Jenny laid for just a second, savoring the tight bondage, then began to wriggle about, testing the strength of ropes that held her. She knew that rope work from a master like P.D. was inescapable, but she tried anyway, cognizant of how she had enjoyed the sight of many a bound and helpless model struggling to get free of her restraints.

P.D. let her writhe about for a minute longer before walking up to her again. He leaned down and grabbed a fistful of her long hair and dragged her across the floor to the center of the room.

\"Oh!\" Jenny cried out as he tightened his grip and lifted her up onto her knees. He kneeled down beside her, massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples some more. Then his hands ventured down lower. He lifted her skirt, exposing her white, cotton panties. There was a damp spot over her crotch from where her pussy juice had leaked through. P.D. smiled at the discovery.

\"Is this turning you on, whore?\" he said. \"Do you like being handled by a big, strong man?\"

Jenny flushed red in embarrassment. It was true. He nodded to one of his assistants and was handed a large pair of scissors. With a few quick snips he cut away her panties exposing her glistening, shaved pussy to the open air. He wadded up her panties and used them to sop up the pussy juice that seemed to be running in torrents from Jenny's aroused cunt. He raised them to her face.

\"Open,\" he commanded. Jenny hesitated just a second. With the loss of her luggage she'd been wearing those panties for several days now, the thought of them being placed in her mouth was revolting. But P.D. was not asking, he was telling, and Jenny obediently opened wide. He adjusted them so the wettest part of her panties would touch her tongue and then packed the fabric in. Jenny recoiled ever-so-slightly at the taste of her own juices, something she'd never felt compelled to try before. With one hand holding the panties in her mouth, P.D. took a roll of shiny black tape and wound it around and around her head, affixing them in place.

Next P.D. took another length of rope and used it to tie Jenny's ankles to her wrists. He stepped back so Jenny could no longer lean on him for support, but he held her upright with a fistful of hair. Jenny twisted, trying to hold her balance up on her knees. Her tits jiggled delightfully as she struggled. The cameras didn't miss a moment.

She was dropped back to the floor so she could roll about and demonstrate just how helpless she was. P.D. walked away to gather more supplies. He returned with a leather strip which he tied and braided into Jenny's long, dark hair. When he finished, he used his new handhold to yank her head back as far as it would go. Jenny protested into her gag as he tied off her hair to her ankles, holding her back severely arched. Now, as she lay on the floor she could do nothing but roll from side to side.

P.D. enjoyed the spectacle for just a moment before grabbing his scissors again. He attacked her with vigor and soon Jenny's dress and bra were in tatters all over the floor. Jenny's naked body glistened with a sheen of sweat as the cameras panned over her, taking in every last detail of her totally exposed body. For just a moment Jenny was thrown by the realization that she had just lost the last remaining clothing that she owned. Those thoughts were quickly cast aside when she saw what P.D. had next.

He approached her carrying a three foot long wooden pole with a stiff, black dildo on the end. Using her braided hair as a handhold, he turned Jenny facing the wall and kicked her knees apart, exposing her sopping wet pussy to the camera. In her state of arousal her labia had bloomed like a flower and the full length of the dildo easily slipped completely inside her.

\"Mmmm,\" Jenny cooed as P.D. sawed his dildo in and out of her cunt. P.D. paused and set down his pole. He rolled her onto her side, admiring her glistening, gaping hole.

\"Look at how wet she is,\" he remarked. \"Is this turning you on, slut?\"

He reached down to massage her pussy with his hand. He gently rubbed her swollen clit. Jenny closed her eyes. She was in heaven. P.D. gathered a handful of pussy juice and smeared it all over her face. Jenny opened her eyes and made a disgusted face as the scent of her own musk assailed her nostrils.

\"Oh, you don't like that, do you?\" P.D. laughed. \"Well I've got something for you then.\"

He quickly unwrapped the tape around Jenny's head and pulled her saliva soaked panties from her mouth. Someone tossed him a ring gag and he quickly wedged the hard metal ring behind her teeth and tied it in place.

With her mouth now propped open, a thin river of drool started to run down her chin.

P.D. picked up his pole once again and pumped it in and out of her pussy a few times. Then he yanked it free and walked around to her head. He paused just a moment so Jenny could see the slimy cock covered in her juices, then he slipped the dildo through the ring holding open her mouth. Jenny gagged and coughed, partly from the revulsion of tasting herself and partly from the cock ramming into the back of her throat.

\"Yeah, you like that?\" P.D. taunted. \"Taste your own pussy, you slut!\"

He slid the dildo in and out of her mouth a few times before returning to her pussy for more. Then back to her mouth. Then back to her pussy. Soon Jenny's face was covered in slobber and pussy juice. Jenny was both completely aroused and completely revolted by P.D.'s abuse. The feeling was so intense and so confusing. After a few more rounds of this Jenny could simply take no more. When P.D. slammed his dildo into her quivering cunt Jenny shuddered.

\"Unnnnnngh,\" she moaned, bucking against her bonds. She pressed her knees together, trapping the cock deep inside her as she experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life. She grunted and spasmed, yanking hard against her hair that held her spine so cruelly arched. She closed her eyes and felt the pleasure course through her. She wanted this feeling to last forever. As she slowly came down to earth she opened her eyes and saw P.D. in front of her, furious.

\"Did you you just cum?\" he raged. \"Did you just cum without permission?\"

Jenny quickly sobered as she realized her error. Stupid, stupid, she thought at herself. She'd seen enough videos with P.D. to know that pretty much his number one rule was that slaves do not cum without permission. This was bad. This was really bad.

---

There was a small break with the cameras turned off while P.D. prepared for the next scene. Jenny had been dragged to the corner by one of the crew members (they, too, had found that her hair made for a convenient handle to move her by). There would be no break for her, she remained tightly hogtied and gagged, a pool of slobber accumulated on the floor beneath her. With the passion of the scene now passed she was acutely aware of the strain on her muscles caused by her bondage.

Only after everything for the next scene was ready was she finally unbound and brought back to center stage. The small cage she had sat on earlier rested on the floor. It was about two feet on each side and maybe three feet tall. The square metal bars crossed every four inches on each side, top, and bottom. Jenny dreaded being stuffed into such a confining space, but to her surprise she wasn't put into the cage, at least not in the way it was intended.

She was told to step into the closed cage, threading her legs between the gaps in the bars at the top. With one leg each through a hole, she was affixed by ankle and knee to the vertical bars on the nearest side with tight leather straps. The top of the cage rose to her lower thigh, so Jenny was trapped, standing with her legs shoulder width apart and unable to bend her knees more than a little.

Next she was instructed to bend over and grab the side of the cage opposite from where her legs were strapped. She complied, bending over until her back was parallel to the floor, then her wrists and elbows were strapped in place as well. Jenny was now bound to the cage bending over, unable to do anything more than wiggle a little bit backward and forward.

\"Alright, we're ready. Let's get started again,\" P.D. declared. The cameramen took up their positions and captured Jenny from every angle. One cameraman focused on her face as she furtively glanced about to see what was next. The other cameraman busied himself at her other end, zooming in on her puckered asshole and pink pussy, which was beginning again to glisten with arousal.

\"I hope you can control yourself better this time,\" P.D. chided her. \"You'll have to be punished for cumming without permission.\"

He moved to her head and held up a dull metal dental gag. Jenny obediently opened her mouth. He thrust it into position and cranked the gag open to the utmost. \"Ungh, ungh,\" Jenny protested.

\"Quiet, slave!\" P.D. replied angrily, and Jenny stifled her complaints.

He went to his supply table and Jenny heard the telltale snap of him donning a latex glove. She jumped a little as she felt him come up behind her and smear her asshole with a gob of cold lube. Jenny moaned as he worked a finger into hot, tight hole. He slid his finger in and out, loosening her up before inserting a second finger. Jenny closed her eyes and focused on the sensation.

\"Oh yeah, slut, does this turn you on too?\" he teased. \"You like having your ass played with, don't you?\"

Jenny, trying to block out the camera shoved in her face, hummed her assent.

\"Well I wonder how you'll feel with this in there.\" Jenny opened her eyes to look. He held in front of her face a large metal hook. At the tip was a round ball nearly the size of a tennis ball. Jenny felt the blood run out of her face. She only occasionally had anal sex, and this was much larger than anything she'd experienced before.

\"What do you think? Do you want me to put this in your ass?\" P.D. wondered aloud.

\"Nuh, nuh,\" Jenny said through her achingly wide gag, shaking her head.

\"Well too bad it's not up to you,\" P.D. said smiling.

He loosened her up some more with a third finger, then greased up the hook. Jenny felt the cold steel press against her asshole. She groaned as P.D. wiggled and pushed, forcing her anus to stretch to accommodate the intruder. Jenny tried to twist away, but P.D. grabbed a handful of hair with his free hand and yanked her back into position. Jenny protested louder. It wasn't going to fit. It couldn't. P.D. ignored her and pressed harder, ordering her to relax and let it in. Finally, Jenny gasped as the thick metal ball slipped all the way through her asshole and buried itself deep in her rectum.

\"Very good,\" P.D. remarked. \"I wasn't sure it would fit.\"

He released his grip on her hair and Jenny let her head drop as she caught her breath. She wasn't sure whether she should be proud or mortified. Her head was soon yanked back upright again as P.D. retrieved a length of rope and tied it into her long, black locks. He pulled her head back as far as it would go, forcing Jenny to once again arch her back. Then he tied off the other end of the rope on the anal hook. She tried to move her head forward to relieve the strain on her back and her hair, but was forced to relent as she felt the hooking pulling and stretching at her asshole.

P.D. stepped back to admire the woman standing before him. Her back was beautifully arched, causing her to thrust her pussy and ass out enticingly. Her firm tits dangled delightfully from her chest, swaying ever-so-slightly with each gentle breath. But he wasn't done yet.

He walked up beside her and ran his strong hands tenderly up and down her back. Jenny cooed with delight. He stepped behind her and leaned against her outthrust hips. Jenny could feel his stiff cock beneath his trousers pressing up against her exposed pussy. He reached around to her chest and cupped her soft, warm breasts in his large hands, gently massaging them. Jenny responded by grinding her cunt against his rock-hard manhood. He softly tweaked and pinched her nipples as they grew erect. Jenny was smitten. He pulled one hand away and Jenny wished for it to return and resume caressing her soft flesh. Then...

\"Arrrgh!\" Jenny cried out as she felt the sudden bite of a clamp on her aroused nipple. Her breathing grew ragged as P.D. adjusted the jaws fully closed. He grasped at her other breast and Jenny knew what was coming, somehow that made it even worse. She cried out again as the second clamp bit down on her tender nipple. The clamps bobbed along with her stilted, shallow breaths. But still P.D. was not done.

He went to an empty cage over in the corner of the room and removed two heavy brass locks from it. Jenny shook her head, pleading for mercy, but P.D. would not be swayed. He hooked one lock around a metal loop on the clamp. Jenny held her breath as he suddenly let the weight drop.

\"Ohhh!\" she cried as the weight tugged hard against her nipple. He got a similar reaction as he applied the second lock to the other nipple clamp.

Jenny held as still as she could, taking shallow breaths to keep the weights from swinging any more than they already were.

\"Alright, she's ready. Let's continue,\" P.D. said. \"Earlier you came without permission. For that you must be punished. Which would you like to start with?\" he asked as he lifted a thick wooden cane in one hand and a black leather-stranded flogger in the other.

Jenny obviously preferred neither, but that wasn't an option so she nodded her head towards the flogger. P.D. set the cane aside and walked behind her. Swish, swish. He waved the flogger through the air, the long leather strips just lightly grazing Jenny's buttocks. She could feel the cool breeze from the air it displaced. Then, slap! P.D. laid into her outthrust ass with a hard and fast strike. Jenny jumped as her backside lit up in pain. This caused the weights to swing harder, tugging and twisting her nipples. Slap! He gave her another hard blow. Jenny cried out, trying to twist away from the pain, but this merely tugged hard at her hair and her ass hook.

Now P.D. quickened the pace. Swish, slap! Swish, slap! Swish, slap! Jenny was helpless to resist as the blows rained down upon her, alternating from the left and the right. Her stinging ass was soon colored a bright red.

P.D. paused. He approached Jenny's trembling body and ran his hand softly over her red hot ass. He traced a path over her round hips, up her arched back, and to her face, where he wiped away a single tear.

\"Are you sorry that you came without permission?\" he asked softly.

\"Uh huh,\" Jenny sobbed.

\"Good,\" P.D. replied, a sudden coldness in his voice. \"Let's make you more sorry.\"

He returned to his position behind Jenny and delivered a dozen more hard strikes to her flaming red ass. Then he paused so Jenny could catch her breath. While she did, he gestured to one of his cameramen to come in for a close shot of his next target. He brought the flogger low to the ground, then suddenly flicked it upward until it landed, splat, against Jenny's puffy pink pussy.

\"Unggh! Unggh!\" Jenny cried out as P.D. swung again and again, her cunt erupting in pain. Fortunately for Jenny, he was unable to get the same velocity with the flogger when he swung up from beneath, so her pained pussy was spared the full ferocity of the flogger's kiss.

After another moment, Jenny's cunt nearly matched her ass in redness. P.D. set aside the flogger and picked up his cane. Jenny trembled in fear as P.D. prodded and teased her with the tip. He moved it beneath her breasts and softly tapped the heavy locks, sending agonizing vibrations up to the clamps which held tightly to her nipples. Then he began a steady tap, tap, tap to the undersides of her stretched out breasts. Jenny twisted away as much as her bonds would allow, which wasn't very much at all. The pain increased with every tap. She begged for him to stop.

Finally, P.D. lined up behind her. She felt the cool, smooth wood rest against her butt cheeks, signaling where P.D. intended to strike. She felt the cane pull away. Thud! Her ass exploded in pain as the cane landed hard against her ass. The impact sent her lurching forward, the weights on her nipples swung with her. Before she could fully recover from the first strike, P.D. laid into her with another. Jenny groaned as a bright red welt appeared just next to the one left by the first strike.

Thud! He gave her another, then paused. Thud! Pause. Thud! Pause. He timed his blows to send Jenny lurching forward in time with the swing of the nipple weights, creating a resonant frequency that sent them rocking wildly back and forth. The clamps twisted and pinched at her aching nipples. Thud! Pause. Thud! Pause. Thud! Crash!

\"Ahhh! Ahhh!\" Jenny screamed in agony as one of the nipple clamps worked its way loose. It fell hard to the cage beneath her bound body. Jenny felt faint as the blood rushed back into her bruised and twisted nipple.

\"Oops,\" P.D. remarked indifferently. He set his cane down and massaged her aching tit while Jenny sobbed. He knelt down and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead. He brushed a loose strand of hair out of her eyes, calming the frantic woman... Then he snapped open the remaining clamp.

\"Ungh! Ungh!\" Jenny cried out as the blood rushed back into her other nipple, aided by P.D.'s fingers providing tweaks and twists to the mangled flesh.

He stood up and moved before her while his cameraman catalogued her damaged rear end. The bright red glow from the flogger had started to fade to a large purple bruise. This was layered with a dozen or so angry, red welts where the cane had left its mark.

\"Have you learned your lesson?\" P.D. asked softly.

\"Uh huh,\" Jenny replied.

\"You should be glad that you have someone like me to teach you,\" he said. \"In fact, I think you should show me your appreciation.\"

He unzipped his pants and pulled his stiff cock through his fly. Jenny, with her head held in place by her hair attached to her anal hook, stared face to face with it. He moved forward expectantly. Jenny reached out to take it in her mouth, but he intentionally stood just out of reach. She strained forward, pulling hard against the hook, tugging at her aching anus, and was just able to touch the tip of his cock with her tongue.

\"Come on,\" P.D. said impatiently. \"Show me your appreciation.\"

Jenny ignored the searing pain in her backside and craned her neck forward. She wanted so desperately to please him. Finally, he reached down, unlatched the dental gag from her mouth and thrust his cock into her mouth. Jenny sucked and licked with vigor, eager to please her cruel master.

After a minute or two of enthusiastic fellatio P.D. pulled free from Jenny's adept mouth and he moved behind her. She shuddered with pleasure as he brought his hand up and caressed her pussy. The kiss of the flogger had left her tender, but the intensity of the scene had made her deeply aroused.

\"My goodness,\" P.D. remarked, \"look at how wet she is. I think we've got ourselves a bit of a pain slut here.\"

He gently spanked her wet twat. Jenny jumped with each slap.

\"I'm gonna fuck you now,\" P.D. declared. \"But you'd better remember to ask permission before you cum. Got it?\"

\"Yes, master,\" Jenny agreed.

Jenny's entire body spasmed with pleasure as his cock entered her hot and ready pussy. She bit her lip to keep from begging for more. He slowly moved himself in and out, in and out. Jenny brought her hips back to meet each thrust. P.D. took his time. He put his hands up on his head and stood still. \"You fuck me now, cunt,\" he commanded.

Jenny readily complied. She used what little freedom there was in her bonds to rock herself back and forth, sliding his hard dick in and out of her gushing pussy.

\"Ohh,\" Jenny gasped. \"Please, sir, can I cum?\"

\"No,\" P.D. said sternly. He emphasized his denial with a hard slap on her ass. Jenny cried out as his large hand made contact with her bruised rear, but she never stopped pumping in and out, in and out.

P.D. reached down and grabbed ahold of her hips to drive himself harder into her eager cunt.

\"Oh, please sir. Please. Please,\" she begged as he hammered away.

\"Please what?\" he asked.

\"P-please, m-may I cum?\" she asked, her voice faltering.

\"No,\" P.D. said coldly. He leaned over and grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples and raking his fingernails along the soft sides.

Jenny was sweating profusely now. She couldn't hold herself much longer. She bit her lip so hard that it bled.

\"Please. Please,\" she breathlessly repeated, still mashing her cunt against each thrust. P.D. held nothing back now. \"Please, please, ohhhhhh!\"

Jenny's entire body suddenly tensed. She ground herself against P.D. and he felt her hot pussy grab onto his dick and spasm. Her legs grew weak as her body directed its energy to a sudden, intense, mind-blowing orgasm.

P.D. pulled out, his dick glistening with pussy juice. \"Did you just cum?!\" he yelled, his face turning red with rage.

Jenny opened her eyes and refocused on the room. Oh no! She'd done it again!

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Before she could even recover herself from the orgasm, Jenny was quickly unstrapped from her standing position. The anal hook was pried from her ass, her hair untied. Then the side to the cage was opened up and Jenny was roughly shoved inside. She protested as her battered ass made contact with the cold steel bars on the bottom of the cage, but was told to \"shut the fuck up.\" With her butt resting on the bottom, the top of the cage was too low to fit her head unless she pressed it forward with her chin on her chest, which is just what they did. Her legs were folded up in front of her. As they pressed the side shut Jenny was forced to hug her knees closely to her torso in order to compress herself enough to get it to latch closed. Once she was successfully stuffed inside, one of the crew members dragged Jenny off to the side while they prepared something sure to be less pleasant than what she had experienced thus far.

She watched (as best she could, given that her face was pressed up against her knees) while P.D. and his crew dragged a low platform to the stage. It was a plank of plywood, three feet on each side. Rising from the center of it was a waist high adjustable metal pole topped with a thick metal dildo. On either side of the pole was a small wooden plunger that was about three inches long and one inch wide, the top rose about four inches from the wooden platform.

Once everything had been set up Jenny was still kept waiting as the crew went on their lunch break. She was left alone, trapped in her cage and contemplating her fate. She couldn't move at all and her muscles soon began to cramp. Still, she had no regrets. She had felt highs that she had never thought possible, but at the same time she feared what P.D. was capable of. However, that fear only seemed to make her more excited.

After about an hour, the crew returned, laughing and joking. Jenny was hauled out of her cage and given a minute to stretch herself out while the cameramen gathered their equipment and took up their positions.

\"Alright, let's get going again,\" P.D. announced.

Jenny was first fitted with a tight black leather hood. Her long hair was bunched into a ponytail and fed through a hole in the top. The leather fit her like a glove and she could feel the world close in around her as the zipper pulled the material tight around her head. Air whistled through two tiny holes beneath her nose, the only opening in the hood aside from the one for her hair. Before pulling the hood over her head, her filthy panties were retrieved and stuffed back into her mouth to stifle any complaints she might bring. Afterward her arms were fitted in an armbinder, trapping them in place behind her back.

Unable to see, Jenny was guided up onto the platform and positioned over the metal dildo. It's height was currently adjusted low enough that her pussy was spared its touch for now. Her feet were moved so that each heel rested on one of the wooden plungers next to the pole. A U-shaped metal bolt was fitted over each of her big toes and fastened into the wood, trapping her feet in place.

The dildo was slathered with lube and then the pole's height was adjusted. A muted groan escaped from the hood as the cold metal slipped deep into her pussy. P.D. pushed it uncomfortably deep, making Jenny reluctant to put much weight on her heels so as to avoid the hard metal tip.

As Jenny adjusted her bondage, she felt someone tugging at her ponytail, which reached down to the small of her back. Something was tied into the end, then she felt her hair wrapped once around her throat and back behind her shoulders, sort of like a scarf.

\"Are you ready?\" P.D. asked.

Jenny wasn't sure what he meant, then she felt him release his hold on the end of her ponytail. Her head was suddenly jerked back by a heavy weight that was now affixed to the end of her ponytail. As it crashed down it yanked her hair tight around her own throat. She coughed and choked, her neck muscles fighting to resist the pressure. Aside from the initial sudden yank, Jenny found that she was still able to breathe with some effort, though she now also had to contend with the additional weight pulling her head back and down.

She sensed movement down in front of her. She suspected it was P.D. connecting the final wires to complete his setup. He confirmed this a moment later as he said, \"Okay, let's test this out. I'm putting it on level one.\"

Jenny heard a mechanical click, then immediately jumped up onto her toes as she felt a sharp electric jolt in her cunt! The current cut out.

\"Oh!\" she cried out. The situation was now clear to her. The plungers beneath her heels acted as the trigger to activate the electric current that ran from the metal dildo in her pussy up and out through her nipples.

\"Ah, I think maybe she didn't like that,\" P.D. remarked. \"Maybe we should turn it up to level three and see.\"

She heard two more clicks, but as long as she remained up on her toes she didn't activate the device. P.D. stood up and watched, admiring her lovely legs as she balanced. A wicked smile appeared on his face. He held out an arm and gave her a little nudge backwards. Jenny, unable to see what was happening, was caught unaware and fell back onto her heels.

\"Aye!\" she screamed as an even sharper shock zipped through her impaled pussy. She quickly hopped back up onto her toes.

\"Ok,\" P.D. mused. \"Let's have some fun. You have twice failed to ask for permission before cumming. Clearly we need to work on your self control.\"

He went and retrieved a riding crop and began to circle the platform. Jenny tried her best to remain still, standing up on her toes. Her heart raced. Her feet began to ache. But she was desperate not to activate the shocker again. Snap! P.D. slashed the riding crop across her navel. Jenny flinched in pain, but stayed up. Snap! P.D. struck her across the back of her thighs. Jenny groaned as she absorbed the blow. He continued circling her, contemplating where to strike next. Snap! A blow to the top of her left tit. Snap! One to her bruised ass. Snap! One just above her impaled pussy.

Jenny trembled in fear of the next blow, but she valiantly maintained her pose. P.D. took his time, making her wait and wonder where he would strike next. After about twenty swings she still had not activated either of the switches beneath her heels. He was impressed. But this simply meant that he had to try harder.

He returned to his table of tools and retrieved a long single tail whip. He took a test swing through the air, making the tip of the whip crack right near Jenny's head. She jumped in surprise. P.D. lined up his first swing. Standing to her side, he brought the whip across her back causing the tip to curl around her side and land viciously across her breasts.

\"Argh!\" Jenny cried. An angry red line traced the path of the whip across her flesh. P.D. swung again and was rewarded with another anguished wail. The next swing curled around and landed right on her nipple where it was pinched between the jaws of the clamp. This was too much for Jenny and she rocked back onto her heels, activating the shocker. The pain in her tits was matched by the pain in her cunt as she was jolted back up onto her toes. She began to sob.

\"That was a good one,\" P.D. remarked. \"But she failed to stay up on her toes. Maybe the shocks don't scare her enough.\" He paused to think a second. \"I'm going to turn it up to six. I think that will keep her up in place.\"

\"No! No!\" Jenny tried to plead from beneath the hood. But she heard three more clicks as the intensity was cranked up. She trembled in fear.

He resumed swinging the whip. He painted her front side with stripes from her navel to her neck while Jenny fought furiously to remain upright. When he finally stopped, Jenny was a blubbering mess. The accumulated punishments and the strain of staying up on her toes caused her legs to quiver and shake. Her heels trembled, dancing closer and closer to the switches.

\"I think she's getting better,\" P.D. declared. \"She's keeping herself under control. But there's one more test we need to do.\"

Jenny held her breath, waiting to see what awaited her next. Through the oppressive leather hood she heard a faint buzzing sound. She gasped and fell back onto her heels as P.D. mashed the tip of a vibrator against her clit. She screamed and jumped back to her feet as quickly as she could.

\"Oh, that got her good,\" P.D. commented. \"I think we've found her kryptonite. I'm going to turn the box all the way up to ten for this next part. You've failed to control yourself twice already today. I want to make sure you can do it this time.\"

Jenny squealed in fear as she heard P.D. turn the shocker device to its maximum. He reactivated the vibrator. This time Jenny was ready. He pressed the tip against her pussy. Jenny was intent on maintaining control of herself.

P.D. moved the vibrator gently back and forth, completely absorbed in his task. It took longer than last time to get Jenny worked up. Perhaps it was the previous orgasms, or maybe the punishments she'd received, that had finally sated her lust. Or maybe it was the precariousness of her situation. But, despite Jenny's best efforts to resist, his concerted effort soon began to pay off. Jenny's stimulated clit swelled and her pussy grew slick with arousal. As he circled his vibrator around her love nub he noticed that she began to rock herself ever-so-slightly up and down on the dildo, gradually fucking herself on the hard metal cock. He wasn't sure if she did it intentionally or if it was merely her effort to stay up on her toes. It didn't matter. He was getting the effect he desired.

Jenny tried to keep her mind blank. She knew that P.D. was testing her. He wanted to make her cum without permission again and she was determined to hold out, no matter what. As time went on she found it harder and harder to stay focused. She unconsciously began moaning as P.D. pushed her further, but she held out.

P.D. heard her moans as he relentlessly stimulated her aroused cunt. She'd already held out longer than he'd expected.

\"Do you want to cum?\" he asked loud enough to be heard over the buzz of the vibrator and through the hood.

\"Yes! Yes!\" was her muffled reply, though she fully expected him to deny her again.

P.D. pulled the vibrator away and turned it off. Jenny waited, wanting his permission. Needing it more than anything in the world. She felt a sudden yank on her hair. P.D. had doubled the weight hanging from her ponytail! She fought for breath as P.D. reactivated the vibrator and held it to her pulsing cunt.

\"You may cum,\" P.D. said generously. He cranked up the intensity of the vibrator and redoubled his efforts.

Jenny wasn't sure that she'd heard him right. Perhaps her oxygen starved brain had caused her to hear what she had wanted to. No matter. The train had already left the station and there was no stopping her now. She completely switched gears and let her mind run away with the sensations between her legs.

\"Oh! Yes! Oh! Yes!\" she cried out. She could feel herself peaking. Fireworks shot off in her brain. She surrendered to the weights on her hair, threw her head back and came.

P.D. pulled the vibrator away as he drove her over the edge. Jenny completely lost control as the pleasure took over her body. She was totally spent. Her legs turned to jelly and she dropped, hard. Her previous activations of the shock device had been caused by a momentary lapse in her stance. This, however, was entirely different. Jenny totally collapsed onto the dildo driving the tip hard up into her cervix. The fall, of course, activated the device. She shrieked like never before as the hardest jolt yet rocketed deep into her pussy. The pain was unbearable. Jenny instinctively wanted to jump up and remove herself from the source of her agony, but her legs failed her. She was completely exhausted. She told her legs to straighten, her feet to stand up on her toes, but her body wouldn't listen. And so, the shocks continued. She was buffeted by jolt after jolt after jolt, writhing and screaming. She twisted frantically. The weight tied to her hair swung wildly back and forth, pulling at her throat and making her choke and gasp for air. She couldn't take anymore. She had to signal to P.D. to let her down. She had to escape this agony. After writhing about for what was surely less than a minute, but to Jenny felt like hours, she finally, mercifully, passed out.

Chapter 4

Jenny awoke laying on a dingy mattress over in the corner of the room. Every part of her hurt. She sat there for a moment to collect herself, then rolled over and noticed P.D. sitting at a computer. The rest of the crew were nowhere to be seen. The stage lights were off. She slowly climbed to her feet and walked on shaky legs over to P.D.

\"Um, excuse me, sir,\" she said. \"Is the shoot over?\" A small part of her wanted it to keep going, but both her body and mind were exhausted and desperate for rest.

\"Huh?\" said P.D., looking up from his PC. \"Oh, yeah. We're done. You can head out whenever you're ready.\"

Jenny looked at him, confused. \"What do you mean?\" she asked. \"Did I get the job? Will you have me back for more shoots?\"

P.D. sighed. He ran hands his hands through his hair and looked at Jenny. \"Look, kid. I'm gonna level with you,\" he said. \"I've reviewed the footage. You've got a lot of potential. You're cute. You're tough. I had a lot of fun with you today.\" Jenny could feel a lump growing in her throat. She was afraid of what he was going to say next.

\"But,\" P.D. continued, \"you lack self-control. You enjoy it too much. It's off-putting for the members. They want to see a damsel in distress, a girl pushed to her limits and beyond. With you going off every scene it ruins the fantasy for them. I'm not here to get you off. I'm here to put on a good show. I'm sorry. I just can't use you.\"

Jenny was devastated. She stood there in shock for a moment, tears began forming in her eyes. Of all the things that had been done to her today, this hurt the most by far.

\"Please, sir, give me another chance,\" she pleaded.

\"I can't. You're a lot of fun, but this is a business and I've got to do what's right for the business.\"

\"But I have nothing,\" Jenny sobbed. \"I have nowhere to go. No one to turn to. I need this.\"

P.D. thought for a minute, then sighed. \"Alright. I tell you what. I've been thinking about getting some more help around here. How about this? I'll keep you around, you help behind the scenes, and who knows, maybe an opportunity will open up for you to be in a scene some day. Think of it like an internship.\"

\"Really? You'd do this for me?\" Jenny said, overjoyed. \"Oh, thank you, sir. Thank you!\" She wanted to hug him.

\"But don't get the wrong idea. This isn't you running to get coffee for me and typing up memos. This is you serving as my resident slave girl. What I say, goes. 'No' is no longer a part of your vocabulary. I may be mean. I may be cruel. Though from what I saw today, you just might end up having a lot of fun. Sound good?\"

\"Oh yes sir! That sounds wonderful! Thank you so much! I won't let you down,\" Jenny enthused, her face glowing with joy.

\"Alright,\" P.D. said, \"but I need to see that you're good for more than just standing around and cumming while a dom works you over. I have a job for you, but first...\" He trailed off.

Jenny stood watching as P.D. got up and retrieved something from a nearby cabinet. She heard the clang of metal on metal and the squeak of rusty hinges. The smile faded from Jenny's face as he returned carrying a metal chastity belt. She lifted her hands out of the way and stood obediently as P.D. pressed the cold metal bands around her waist and latched it closed. Another metal band hung from the center of the back, destined to come up between her legs. But before lifting that piece in place, P.D. handed Jenny a thin, flexible dildo.

\"Get this wet,\" he ordered. Jenny quickly grabbed the item and licked up and down its length. It was about five inches long and an inch thick. Hopeful to impress P.D., she seductively slipped the cock in and out of her mouth while she locked eyes with her prospective new master.

\"That's enough.\" He snatched the dildo from her hands and leaned down behind her. The dildo had a bolt at its base which allowed it to be mounted on the crotch piece of the chastity belt. He screwed it in and tightened it down with a wrench. Then he lifted the remaining part of the belt in place, slipping the wet dildo up into her waiting pussy as he did so. Jenny gasped from the touch of the cold metal against her hot cunt. P.D. produced a small padlock and snapped it shut on the front clasp. He pocketed the key.

Jenny wriggled her hips to test the feel of her new accessory. The belt wasn't overly uncomfortable, though it did pinch in a few places where the hinges allowed the metal to flex, and the metal dug into her hips in a few places as well. The dildo was now nestled securely in her cunt, the thought of it locked in there until P.D. decided otherwise gave her a little thrill. She'd never worn a chastity belt before and she couldn't help but feeling a little excited at the prospect. The metal pressed tightly enough against her flesh that she was certain that she wouldn't be able to slip a finger under it to relieve her excitement, not that she wanted to just now. She was determined to impress P.D. and would do nothing without his permission.

\"There,\" P.D. said finally. \"That ought to keep you focused on the task at hand.\" He leaned over his desk and quickly wrote something down on a scrap of paper. \"I need you to go to this address and pick up a package for me.\" He handed her the paper. \"Tell them it's for P.D.\" He gave her some money. \"Here's train fare. Don't be gone too long.\"

Jenny blushed as she grabbed the paper and the money. He wanted her to go out in public? Like this? She'd be humiliated! She took a tentative step toward the elevator, the un-oiled hinges on the belt squeaked as she moved.

She hesitated. \"Um, sir,\" she said meekly. \"Won't I get in trouble if I go out into public naked?\"

P.D. sighed in exasperation. \"Then put some clothes on, stupid,\" he said.

Jenny looked over at the stage. The dress she'd worn to the shoot still laid in tatters near the cage.

\"Sir, I don't have any clothes. You cut them off of me earlier,\" she said innocently. She was afraid that she was already trying his patience.

\"You didn't bring an extra set of clothes?\" he asked in a way that made Jenny feel like a fool, not that she even had another set to bring with her due to her missing luggage. He marched over to a bin, grumbling under his breath. He dug around for a moment, then tossed something over to Jenny.

\"You can wear that. Lucky for you, I think one of the other models must have left it behind,\" he said.

Jenny looked at what he'd given her and considered asking him for something else, then decided otherwise. She really didn't want to press her luck. It was a thin, white pull-over hooded sweatshirt. She shrugged it on over her head and tried even harder not to say anything to P.D. The sweatshirt was clearly at least a size too small, considering how it was pasted to her body. On a shorter girl it was probably intended to be a combination top and skirt, but on her the hem only barely went down to her crotch. If she stretched the material down then she was able to cover the entirety of the chastity belt, but it was patently obvious from the way that the metal jutted out beneath the fabric that she was wearing it.

She grabbed her shoes, which was the only thing she still owned that still seemed to be intact, and went to sit down on a nearby box to put them on. As soon as she sat down, however, she immediately jumped back up in pain. While she was passed out the bruises on her ass had really set in and any contact at all with her backside was excruciating. Instead she leaned over and buckled her feet into her heels. She wasn't keen on walking around the city in her high heels, but that seemed to be the least of her worries right now.

She stepped into the elevator and marvelled at the stranger staring back at her. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her makeup was smeared all over her face. Fortunately most of the marks that P.D. had left her were concealed by her hoodie skirt. However, there was no hiding the obvious chastity belt beneath.

She stopped in the bathroom to splash some water on her face, then stepped outside. The bright sunny morning she'd seen when she had arrived had transformed into a gloomy and overcast late afternoon. Storm clouds overhead threatened a downpour at any second.

Jenny hurried to the nearest subway station to find her way to her destination. She couldn't afford any delays, she was intent on impressing P.D. this time. As she entered the station she couldn't help but notice the stir she was causing. Onlookers gawked and chuckled. Some pointed fingers, while others quickly averted their eyes. Jenny, not used to being the center of attention, and certainly not in this way, flushed in embarrassment. She kept her eyes cast to the ground trying to ignore the comments and catcalls from some of the more outspoken people that she passed. Though she had to admit the attention made her a little excited.

She found the train that would lead her to her destination and boarded. She briefly considered taking a seat to relieve her aching feet, but as she tugged her skirt down over her bruised ass for the umpteenth time she figured she'd need to stay standing for now. She took up a spot as far away from the other commuters as she could. The conductor announced something unintelligible over the loudspeaker and the train lurched forward, Jenny nearly tumbled to the ground. She reflexively reached overhead to grab a handhold. As she did so, her skirt popped up over her hips, treating the entire train car to a full view of her chastity belt and battered buttocks. The entire car fell silent.

\"Somebody's been a bad girl,\" an elderly woman commented with a smirk. Jenny quickly pulled her hem back over her hips and flushed even brighter. She couldn't have been more embarrassed.

After a few more stops Jenny finally jumped off the train without further incident. She scurried to the address P.D. had given her and entered a small shop. She went up to the man behind the counter. He looked her up and down, his eyes never meeting hers.

\"Excuse me, sir, I'm here to pick up a package for P.D.,\" she explained.

\"Yes. I've been expecting you,\" he said. \"Have a seat while I go get it.\"

Jenny hesitated. \"I said have a seat,\" the clerk stated more insistently.

Jenny sat down in the chair he indicated, her backside screaming in protest. She closed her eyes against the pain. The clerk returned carrying a hefty box which he set on the ground before her.

\"There you go,\" he said. \"Be careful with it though, it's very fragile.\"

Jenny bent over to pick up the cardboard box. It was heavier than it looked, big enough to hold a basketball, but it must have weighed about twenty pounds. As she lifted the box her skirt once again popped up over her hips, giving the clerk behind her an eyeful. In the silence of the shop the hinges creaked especially loudly.

\"Very nice, indeed,\" he remarked. \"Give P.D. my regards, tinman.\"

Jenny muttered her thanks and hurried out the door, pulling her skirt down with one hand while she wrestled with the box with the other. She didn't get more than a block, however, before the sky suddenly opened up. Thunder crashed and the rain came down in torrents. Jenny was instantly drenched. She'd considered stopping for shelter, but didn't want to waste any more time or expose herself to any more strangers than was strictly necessary.

She dashed into the subway station but was stopped at the turnstile by a transit cop. \"Ma'am, you can't come in here like that. This is a family friendly service,\" he said gruffly.

Jenny looked down at herself. Her plain white hoodie had become practically transparent in the rain. Her dark nipples showed easily through the thin material and the outline of her chastity belt was even more obvious than it was before.

\"Please, sir,\" Jenny begged. \"You have to to let me through. It's very important. I promise that I'll dress more appropriately next time.\"

The guard eyed her up and down. Jenny noticed and decided to try her feminine wiles. She jiggled her tits and gave the guard a pouty face. \"I'd be so grateful if you'd let me through just this once.\"

\"Oh, alright,\" the guard acquiesced. \"Go on through, but you keep your kinks to yourself next time, you hear?\"

Jenny hurried to her train, which was more crowded than before with rush hour approaching. She elbowed her way into the packed train car, ignoring the glares from horny businessmen and appalled tourists. More than a few times she felt someone needlessly press up against her as the train lurched and swerved to her stop, but she didn't want to cause a scene so she kept her head down and pressed on.

She finally made it to her stop and raced up the steps. The rain had stopped and the sun was just starting to peek through the clouds as she exited the station. Jenny shuffled the heavy box as she rounded a corner, then gasped as she caught her foot on a crack in the sidewalk. She tumbled forward sending the box into the ground with a loud thump. \"Oh shit, oh shit,\" she said to herself. She picked herself up off the ground and inspected the package. The corner of the box was caved in! She gave it a small shake, she didn't hear anything rattling around inside. Maybe it was ok, she thought to herself, but she feared the worst.

She walked the last few blocks back to P.D.'s dungeon more cautiously and made it without any further problems. She took the elevator to the basement and saw P.D. back on his computer.

\"I've got your package, sir,\" Jenny announced.

P.D. looked up. \"Well aren't you a sight to see,\" he said. Jenny's hoodie was still soaked through from the rain, a sheen of sweat covered her forehead and matted down her hair. She had given up on trying to wrestle her clothes down over her exposed ass which prominently displayed her myriad of bruises. \"Set the box down on the table and come over here,\" he ordered. Jenny obeyed.

\"Take your clothes off,\" he said. Jenny peeled herself out of the hoodie and set it down next to the table. She shivered from the chill of the room and her wet skin.

P.D. picked up a pair of steel manacles from the table. He attached one to each of her wrists, then locked them to loops on either side of the chastity belt, holding her hands at her sides. Jenny's heart raced as he went to the box and inspected it. Was it damaged? Would he notice?

He pulled out a boxcutter and sliced open the top. Jenny held her breath. He reached in and pulled out a clear plastic bag... full of sand? Jenny looked at him curiously.

\"Confused?\" he asked. Jenny nodded. \"The package was meaningless. I simply wanted to see how far you'd go to get my approval. Don't ever believe that anything you do here is relevant. But I expect you to do it all the same.\" He walked into the middle of the room and took his boxcutter to the bag, making a large gash. He quickly swung the bag back and forth, spilling the contents all over the place while Jenny watched. He set down the empty bag on the table.

\"I'm going home,\" he said, then he handed her a two-inch paintbrush and a dustpan. \"I expect you to have this all cleaned up by the time I get back tomorrow. There's some food in the fridge over there, and bucket if you need to piss. I'll see you in the morning.\"

He gathered up his things and left, turning out most of the lights behind him. Jenny looked over the task before her and sighed. This was what she had signed up for, wasn't it? She was relieved that she'd finally earned his approval but also dismayed at his blatant disdain for her. Nevertheless, she had a job to do, and from the looks of it it was going to be a long night.

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Jenny was awakened by the sudden illumination of the room with bright light. She shifted on the dingy mattress, disoriented and trying to remember where she was. She moved to rub the sleep from her eyes but met resistance as the steel shackle on her wrist jangled against the chastity belt still locked around her waist.

\"Oh, shit!\" she thought, remembering exactly what had happened last night. After P.D. had left she began the arduous task of sweeping up the sand using the tiny brush. With her hands locked to her waist she was unable to reach the ground with the brush in any other position than by laying on the floor. Progress was slow, the sand clung to her body as she wriggled about. She stopped about halfway through the job to get something to eat. Her day's misadventures had left her exhausted and she just wanted so badly to sleep. She was certain that she could work faster if she just had a few hours of rest.

She remembered an old trick her grandfather had once told her for how to wake up early without an alarm. She guzzled bottle after bottle of water until she could drink no more, expecting that before too long she'd have to wake up to pee. Then she would finish the job and await the arrival of her new master. Unfortunately she had underestimated just how exhausted she was and she fell into a deep sleep for hours and hours. She struggled to her feet as she heard P.D.'s boots clomp nearer.

\"So, is this the kind of shoddy work that I can expect of you?\" he asked angrily.

\"No, sir! I'm sorry! I was just so tired,\" she grovelled. \"I'll clean it up right away.\"

P.D. unclipped her wrists from her chastity belt and thrust a broom into her hands. \"Hurry up,\" commanded. \"You'll be punished for this later. I need to get some things together now, though, because today we're headed up to The Farm.\"

Chapter 5

Jenny kept a wary eye on P.D. while she quickly swept the floor clean. He was gathering various items out of view behind a stack of boxes. She was just finishing up as he came up to her carrying a big bowl of what smelled like oatmeal. He set it on the ground and then reclipped her wrists to her sides.

\"We've got a long trip ahead of us, so you'd better get something to eat,\" he said.

Jenny hungrily looked down at the oatmeal. She was famished. But she paused. \"Um, sir,\" she said timidly, \"Could I use the toilet first? I'm just about bursting.\"

\"You gotta go?\" he asked. \"I've got just the spot for you.\" He tapped her oatmeal bowl with the toe of his boot. Jenny looked at him and paled. She hoped he was kidding, but the look on his face clearly said otherwise.

P.D. noticed her hesitation. \"Well, what are you waiting for?\" he said. \"Or maybe you don't have to go so bad after all?\"

Jenny knew she was not likely to get another opportunity. She slowly squatted down over the bowl and let loose with a torrent of piss all over her breakfast.

P.D. gave an impressed whistle. \"Wow, you weren't kidding!\" he remarked. \"You'd better get eating though. We've got a lot to do before we go.\"

Jenny knelt down in front of the bowl and wanly surveyed her breakfast. With her hands once again locked to her sides she'd have no choice but to shove her face in the bowl and slurp up the contents. The smell nauseated her and the thought of eating it made her stomach turn. She held her breath and leaned in for a bite. It tasted as bad as it smelled. Jenny coughed and nearly spit the contents out before gulping it down with effort.

P.D. watched intently while Jenny forced down a few more bites. \"I expect you to eat the whole thing. I don't know when you'll next have a chance to eat, so this needs to hold you over for a while.\"

He sat back and watched, drinking his coffee, while Jenny slurped at her breakfast, suppressing gags and retches every few bites. After she'd finally finished the oatmeal P.D. unlocked her wrists and insisted that she tip up the bowl and drink the rest of the liquid within. Jenny, looking ever more queasy by the minute, lifted the bowl to comply. After only a few sips, however, P.D. came up to her and knocked the bowl forward, spilling the entire contents over her face. Jenny coughed and choked as the salty liquid splashed up and burned her eyes and ran down her chest.

\"Alright, let's get moving,\" P.D. cajoled. \"I can't wait to show you what I've got for you.\"

Still dripping with piss, Jenny followed him to where he had gathered his supplies, fighting all the way to keep her breakfast down. She stopped in her tracks when she saw what he had in store for her though. Lying on the ground was what could only be described as a large black human-shaped sarcophagus.

\"I figured that since you seemed to like lying around so much, you could do that on the way to the The Farm,\" P.D. said excitedly. Jenny surveyed the confining box that was destined to be her home for at least the next few hours. It was a little bit taller than her, made of thick, black plastic. The lid was propped open and she peeked inside to see nearly a dozen thick leather straps spread out along the length of the box. The prospect of being trapped, helpless and alone, was terrifying, but at the same time, titillating. She'd be bound and confined, left in the dark with no means of escape. Maybe for hours, maybe all day. The mere idea of it stirred something inside her.

She was snapped out of reverie by P.D. leaning down and unlocking her chastity belt. He slipped the hard metal bands off of her hips, rubbing the feeling back into her skin where the inflexible metal had chaffed her. The dildo slipped free from Jenny's wet pussy. She somehow felt even more naked now without the belt. But that feeling was short-lived as P.D. handed her a purple latex catsuit and instructed her to put it on.

The latex fit Jenny like a glove. She slipped her toes into the enclosed feet on the legholes and smoothed the material up her legs. She noticed that there was a cutout for her pussy and ass as well as two holes in the chest for her to squeeze her tits through. She inserted her arms into the sleeves, fitting her fingers into the gloves attached to the end of each. P.D. helped close the zipper running up the back. Jenny purred as she felt the tight latex close in around her, swallowing her up in a whole-body hug. She was covered from her neck to her toes in the shiny material.

But P.D. was only getting started. He greased up an inflatable buttplug and told Jenny to insert it into herself. Deflated, the buttplug was long and skinny, but the wrinkled rubber body suggested that it could be inflated to an extreme size if her master so chose. She hoped he was feeling kind today. With the buttplug in place P.D. next lubed up a small metal egg with a wire dangling from it and slipped that into her waiting cunt. He then told her to lie down inside the box.

The sarcophagus shape made it obvious which end was intended for her head. Jenny gingerly stepped inside and laid down on her back. P.D. moved to her legs and slipped her feet into a pair of metal braces that he had nearby. They weren't enclosed like shoes but they fit from the ball of each foot up over her heel and onto her ankle. Small straps over the top held the brace on. Once it was secured Jenny's feet were forced into a pointed position. As he released her legs and she rested them back in the box she heard a metallic 'clink'. Apparently there was a metal plate on the floor of the box which made contact with the metal of her foot braces.

Jenny stared up at the ceiling, the sides of the box looming over her, while P.D. went to get something else. He returned and nudged her legs apart. She felt his rough hands groping at her pussy. He pried her labia apart with one hand. Jenny closed her eyes and fixated herself on the welcome attention to her cunt. A second later she jumped as she felt a sharp pinch when P.D. jabbed a thin metal plug into her urethra!

\"We can't have you pissing yourself on the way, now can we?\" he mused. \"You'll have to wait until we get there if you have to go.\"

Next up was a thick leather hood. The inflexible leather item was split in two halves, front and back, and joined together on the sides with buckles. The front half had a bulbous chunk of leather on it to act as a gag. As he brought it closer Jenny could see the teeth marks in the leather from the previous unhappy occupants. Jenny lifted her head to assist him as he brought the halves together and buckled them on. She was thankful that this hood had a large hole over her eyes for her to see out. She would not be cast into darkness just yet. Nevertheless, she could feel the all encompassing press of the leather as it surrounded her head, making her feel mildly claustrophobic. P.D. made sure to tighten the buckles as much as they would go. He then paired the hood with a leather posture collar, made tight enough that she was sure her face was turning red beneath the hood.

Now came the straps. He started at her ankles, fastening them together. Next were straps above and below her knees, and around her thighs. More straps around her waist and above and below her breasts pinned her arms at her sides. Jenny wriggled about to test her bonds. She could bend at the waist to raise her head slightly, and she could lift her legs off of the ground. That was about it. The lid wasn't even on yet and Jenny felt completely trapped. All she could do was peer up at the ceiling while P.D. finished the job.

She tingled as she felt P.D. lean over her gently blow across her bare tits, the only part of her that wasn't yet confined in tight bondage. P.D. brought his hands forward and tenderly massaged her fleshy breasts. \"Such nice tits,\" he muttered to himself. \"So round, so firm. Are your nipples sensitive?\" He tweaked her nipples with his calloused fingers. Jenny cooed in delight from the attention. Then P.D. pulled his hands away leaving Jenny's chest heaving, her pert nipples pointed up at the ceiling. She caught the glint of something in the corner of her eye, but her collar prevented her from bending her neck to see.

She grunted as she felt the first nipple clamp bite down on her sensitive flesh. She vainly tried to twist away as he moved to apply the next one. These were not the playful clamps used by adventurous couples, these clamps were made to grab on and squeeze hard.

Jenny's tits throbbed as she saw P.D. lower the big sturdy lid over her. Before allowing it to slip all the way shut, though, she felt P.D. reach inside and grab each nipple clamp and link it to a loop positioned on the lid of the box above each breast. Jenny groaned as he pulled and twisted the clamps onto the loops. Fortunately once the lid was fully lowered the tug on her nipples abated. Jenny was able to relieve the strain by arching her back with what little slack her bonds allowed.

Cast into darkness, Jenny heard latches snap shut all up and down the box, sealing her inside. There was a scraping noise on the lid of the box and Jenny could see out once again as P.D. opened a small panel just above her eyes.

\"Are we nice and comfy?\" P.D. asked.

\"Mmmph, mmmph,\" was Jenny's reply. All things considered, this wasn't so bad. She delighted in the tight hug of the latex and leather all over her body. The nipple clamps adding a dash of painful and exciting contrast to the experience, just the way she liked it. The knowledge of her complete and total helplessness added an additional thrill. There was no escape, no relief until her master made it so. She tingled all over with excitement.

With no other choice, Jenny stared at the ceiling while P.D. rigged up a pulley and attached it to the sarcophagus. He used it to hoist her onto a gurney. She watched the ceiling tiles move past as he rolled her to a service elevator and up to a garage. There she was slipped into the back of a waiting van.

Once she was in place P.D. appeared once more within Jenny's field of view. \"Ok, we're going for a little ride,\" he said. \"I have to pack up a few more things that I need, but first, we haven't addressed your punishment for failing to finish the task that I assigned you last night.\"

Jenny perked up at this. His ominous tone certainly didn't sound good, but stowed away in the box as she was, she wondered what more he could do to her.

\"This box has a couple of nice features that are reserved for bad girls. Would you like to see them?\" he said coyly. Jenny knew that she would whether she wanted to or not.

\"Here's the first one,\" P.D. said disappearing from view.

Jenny could hear P.D. loosening some bolts somewhere on the outside of the box. Then suddenly she felt movement beneath her shoulder blades. P.D. had just removed a three inch thick panel from the floor of the box which ran from her waist up past her head. As it was yanked free she made to reposition herself, but as she tried to lower her shoulders to rest on the new bottom of the box she felt a fierce tug at her nipples. The chains attached to the clamps were too short to allow her to rest her back on the ground without yanking hard on the nipple clamps.

\"Mmmph!\" Jenny cried as the pain flashed in her nipples. She immediately tensed her abdominal muscles to hold her shoulders up away from the floor.

\"Yeah,\" P.D. chirped as he loomed over her. \"You like that? You're going to have to hold yourself up if you want to keep from pulling on those perky pretty tits of yours.\" He watched her test the slack in the connection of the clamps to the lid, what little there was anyway. \"And don't think that you can pull those clamps loose either. They're my own special design, the harder you pull, the harder they pinch.\"

\"Mmm, mmm,\" Jenny begged. She was in pretty good shape, athletically, but there was no way she could hold herself up like this for any extended period of time.

\"It's ok,\" P.D. continued. \"I've got something else that will help to keep your mind off those aching nipples. I'll explain it to you before I turn it on because I don't want you to get into too much trouble too soon.

\"On your feet you are wearing a pair of metal braces. There is a metal plate on the floor beneath your heels. While the metal on your heels is in contact with the metal plate it will activate a device that sends an electric shock to the probe inserted into your cunt. The device will periodically send shocks while you maintain contact with the plate, and over time the shocks will grow in intensity. To reset the program back to the lowest setting you simply need to lift your feet and break the contact.

\"But here's the fun part, every time you break contact with the plate the buttplug we've got wedged in that naughty little ass of yours will inflate just a little bit. Got it?\"

Jenny ran the implications through her head. To keep from inflating the plug too much she'd have to keep her feet pressed against the plate for as long as she could bear. She anxiously pondered just how intense those shocks could get.

\"Here we go,\" P.D. declared. He reached over and flipped a switch. Jenny stiffened as she felt a spark jump in her cunt. She reflexively lifted her feet in surprise, breaking the contact. A second later she felt a stirring in her ass as the buttplug increased in size ever-so-slightly. Jenny squealed in dismay.

P.D. furrowed his brow. \"You're going to have to control yourself a lot better than that if you're going to make it in one piece,\" he warned.

Jenny glumly set her heels back down on the metal plate and braced herself for the next shock. This time she held her feet down throughout. Thirty seconds later she tensed once more as another shock was delivered to her cunt.

P.D. watched, satisfied that she had caught on, then said, \"Well, I'll leave you to it. I just need to pack up a few more things then we'll head out. Enjoy your trip!\"

He leaned forward and slid the little window above her eyes closed, casting her into complete darkness. He watched the indicator on the shock device blink red once more and heard a pained squeal emanate from the box, then he got up to resume packing.

---

Jenny bit down hard on the gag wedged into her mouth as her body was rocked by an intense jolt to her pussy. Her muffled scream filled the sinister box that she'd spent the past couple of hours in. It was hard to tell exactly how long she'd been confined in this hellish prison since her only measure of time was the agonizing electric shocks that tortured her poor body.

She had laid there for a while, presumably while P.D. loaded the rest of his things. She finally knew they were underway once she felt the van lurch as it took a corner at high speed. The acceleration, deceleration, and turns made it that much more difficult to keep her heels pressed against the metal plate. At one point they rocketed over what must have been a railroad crossing and the sudden jostling caused her legs to bounce on and off the plate several times in quick succession. She screamed in surprise, frustration, and pain as the buttplug trapped within her ass swelled quickly. Of course it was impossible to tell, but by now it felt like something the size of a fist had worked its way into her asshole. She began to feel cramps from the way the plug pressed against her insides. She wasn't sure how much more she could take.

Zap! She absorbed another extreme jolt. This one was the most intense one yet on her journey and it left her trembling, even after the current had finally ceased. Reluctantly, she lifted her legs and held them clear of the metal plate to reset the program. She'd discovered early on that as long as she didn't put her heels back down, she would be spared from the shocks until she made contact once again. And so she laid, fighting with all her strength to keep her feet elevated so that should could have a brief respite from the pain in her pussy. This position, unfortunately, put more stress on her upper body where her tits and her abdominal muscles had previously reached an unhappy equilibrium. Her abs burned with exhaustion, she was desperate to keep from pulling any harder than was absolutely necessary on her tortured tits. But she was well past being able to support her upper body completely with her muscles, and so, her nipples bore the burden that her abs could not. Her nipples had been bruised and crushed by the insidious jaws of P.D.'s clamps, and the weaker she got, the more weight she put on them, causing them to squeeze that much harder.

She felt the van shift in an unfamiliar way. She'd been so desperate to focus on anything other than her agony that she'd become in tune with the sounds and vibrations of the van as they transferred into her miserable container. She strained her ears, trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly she was blinded by an unexpected light as the window in the lid, just above her face, slid open. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the light and she saw P.D.'s smiling face looking back at her. They had made it! She was saved!

\"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!\" Jenny pleaded, desperate for release.

\"Having fun?\" P.D. asked, indifferent to her cries. Jenny could hardly hear him, she was so happy to see him.

\"I figured I'd stop and check on you,\" he said. \"We're about halfway there. There's a terrific diner in this town that I want to stop at. They have the best blueberry pie I've ever had. Anyway, see you in a bit.\"

He slid the window shut once more as Jenny frantically begged to be let out. She twisted and pulled at her bonds. She kicked her feet against the lid. But there was no escape, no release, only more pain. Her efforts had only expended more precious strength and energy. Defeated, Jenny let her heels drop to the metal plate and sobbed.

Zap! The shock program restarted and Jenny's body twinged with the current. She couldn't even be left alone to mourn her terrible fate. It was going to be a long trip.

Chapter 6

Time dragged on. Jenny retreated within herself as her body absorbed more pain than she thought was possible. She vaguely became aware of a different sound and vibration within the van, perhaps they were riding on a gravel road. They came to a stop and she sensed the engine shutting off. She refused to believe that she would be released this time. No, she would be left to suffer in agony forever, tortured and forgotten.

The window above her eyes slid open. Jenny no longer had the strength to beg, she just sobbed as her master looked in.

\"We're here,\" P.D. announced. \"Did you have a good trip?\"

The shock device activated and Jenny's silent agonized scream was her reply.

\"We can turn that off now,\" P.D. said empathetically. He flipped a switch on the device. Then he began undoing the latches all up and down the lid. He lifted it slightly, reached in and unhooked the nipple clamps from the interior. Jenny collapsed down onto the floor for the first time in hours.

He lifted the lid entirely free of the box. Jenny could feel the cool air rush in, even through her latex catsuit. Over time the box had become stifling, just one more misery piled atop the mountain of nightmares she'd just experienced.

Jenny laid completely still as he moved up and down her body loosening the straps that bound her. She was too exhausted to try and assist. Once the straps were free he moved to the nipple clamps. He snapped the first one free. Jenny shrieked in pain as the blood rushed into her bruised and mangled nipple. P.D. smiled at her pain, lightly pinching and massaging her sensitive flesh. This just increased the intensity of the pain further. Only after her first tit ceased throbbing did he free the second, starting the process anew.

Next he slipped his hands beneath her shoulders and made to lift her to a sitting position. However, he didn't lift her more than an inch or two before Jenny gave an inhuman groan and fought to stay laying back. P.D. glanced down to her abdomen and realized the reason for her discomfort. During her time in the box the buttplug had swelled to truly epic proportions. Even breathing was a labor as she fought against the monster lodged inside her ass. P.D. checked the readout on his device to see how many times it had activated and he whistled in astonishment.

\"I bet that thing really hurts, doesn't it?\" he asked. Jenny weakly nodded within the confines of the stiff bondage hood. \"Would you like me to take it out?\" Jenny nodded more strongly. \"Ok. I hope you learned a good lesson about self-control.\"

He flipped a switch on his device and the plug quickly deflated. Jenny sighed in relief as P.D. slid the now comparatively small buttplug from her overstretched anus, leaving her feeling empty inside. Now he sat her upright. Jenny felt lightheaded as the blood rushed from her head. P.D. undid the buckles holding the two halves of her hood together and wrestled the gag from behind her teeth. Her clenched jaw had by now added an additional set of teethmarks to the thick leather bulb.

Jenny felt the cool breeze from the mid-afternoon air for the first time in hours. She sobbed in relief and collapsed against P.D.'s shoulder. He hugged her in return, gently rubbing her up and down her back, massaging her aching muscles. He gave her these few minutes of mercy before removing the braces from her feet and the electric probe from her pussy. The latex catsuit and the pissplug remained. He guided her out of the van and let her lay in the soft grass while he unpacked the rest of his things.

Some time later P.D. returned to her and prodded her to her feet. He locked a heavy chain around her waist, then put a pair of handcuffs on her wrists and affixed them to the chain near her navel. Next came matching ankle shackles connected to each other by a short chain. Then he put a collar connected to a leash around her neck and tugged her along. She followed, taking quick, short steps with the chains rattling at every move.

\"Come on,\" he said gruffly. \"I'll give you the tour.\"

He led her up a long gravel driveway with thick trees and vegetation on either side, pointing out several things along the way. Many areas of The Farm were immediately familiar to Jenny from the countless hours of videos she had watched online. He led her past the garage, through several fields populated with empty cages and pillories, past the 'milking shack', and up near the house. The entire property seemed to cover dozens of acres, with no neighbors or other signs of civilization within sight.

There was one building along the way, though, which was not familiar to Jenny. It was a squat, windowless, red brick building in the middle of a clearing. It looked to be newer than the other buildings she had seen.

\"Sir, what is that building?\" Jenny asked.

\"Oh, that?\" P.D. said regarding the building. \"That's where bad slaves go. You don't want to go anywhere near there. Got it?\"

Jenny nodded and they trudged along. P.D. clearly wasn't interested in offering any more explanation than that. At long last the duo finally arrived at the barn. Aside from its exterior appearance, the large wooden building had nothing to do with any sort of agriculture use. Over the years P.D. had converted into his very own personal dungeon, populated with all manner of cages, pits, racks and some truly impressive equipment capable of making a woman scream with pleasure or pain, and often both.

\"You'll be spending most of your time around here,\" P.D. explained as he unlocked and slid open the large barn door. \"Your primary responsibility is to take care of the other slaves: feeding them, cleaning them, getting them ready for shoots.\" He tugged her lead, pulling her into the large and ominous main room. \"Let's see who's around.\"

Jenny stopped in her tracks as her eyes adjusted to the light. Standing there to greet them were two beautiful and thoroughly distressed-looking slaves.

The first was a tall, slender woman with wavy, shoulder length brown hair. She stood stiffly at attention, her back straight as a rod. She wore lacy black thigh high stockings on her lithe, toned legs. Her feet had been strapped into a pair of shiny black six inch heels. From the way her ankles trembled it appeared that she'd been standing there for some time. She wore no panties, and the fading bruises across her buttocks suggested that she'd received a rather severe caning several days ago. Around her waist was fitted a corset so tight that Jenny wondered how the woman could breathe. Her chest puffed slowly in and out as she took shallow breaths, her modest tits thrust proudly forward by her rigid posture. Not that the slave could complain, a large ball gag was strapped into her mouth. Her ruby red lips wrapped around the red rubber ball, painted with lipstick to match its color perfectly. Her face was beautifully made up, though her once-immaculate mascara had begun to smear as her glassy gray eyes watered. She remained staring straight ahead at all times. Around her neck was a simple black collar strapped tight against her throat. On its front was a small black box with a blinking green LED light. Her wrists were enclosed in black leather cuffs and she held her hands with fingers interlaced up against the back of her head with elbows pointed to either side. A pair of matching blacks cuffs enclosed her ankles, but didn't appear to be connected to each other in any way.

P.D. tugged Jenny forward so she could see behind the slave girl. As she looked more closely she could see what appeared to be a thin black cable taped along the woman's spine from the top of her corset all the way up to her collar.

\"Jenny, this is Slave 411. I don't remember her real name anymore. It doesn't matter, just 411 will do,\" he said. \"I've noticed lately that 411 has been slouching a bit too much, so I made up this rig for her.\" He ran his fingers along the cable on her back. \"This wire is made up of a special piezoelectric material. If it flexes even a little bit it will send a signal to the shock collar that she's wearing. There's also proximity sensors in her wrists cuffs. If they move more than a few inches away from the back of her collar then that, too, will give her a shock. Likewise, the proximity sensors in her ankle cuffs keep them together. I think it has really helped to improve her posture. Wouldn't you agree, 411?\"

\"Mmm-hmm,\" 411 agreed, remaining stock still and staring straight ahead.

\"But I bet you'd like me to turn it off, wouldn't you?\" P.D. suggested. He picked up a remote control from nearby and held it up before 411. Her eyes darted aside momentarily to glance at the remote with a look of yearning. P.D. pressed the button to disable the shock collar. 411 immediately breathed a sigh of relief and slouched forward, relaxing her exhausted muscles. P.D. scowled and reactivated the remote.

\"Aaayyyy!\" 411 shrieked and immediately shot back to attention.

\"I didn't say you could change positions!\" P.D. snarled. \"Maybe I should leave it on a little longer so you'll learn your lesson.\"

Mascara darkened tears ran down 411's cheeks. She took short, erratic breaths as she recovered from the jolt. She resumed her soldier-like vigil, standing rigid as a board, though her legs now trembled even greater than before.

P.D. casually ignored her suffering and turned his attention to the other slave girl in the room, positioned a dozen feet away. Unlike 411, this slave was completely nude, though in no less distress. The cause for her suffering was more readily apparent to Jenny.

The curvy woman stood perched atop two slender wooden blocks that were about six inches high and set on the floor shoulder length apart. She balanced precariously upon the blocks, standing on tiptoe, eager not to slip. The reason why is that the woman's generous tits had each been bound with a loop of rope around the base and tied off to an exposed beam on the ceiling. If she slipped from the blocks then she would find herself hanging by her tits until she was able to regain her footing. Despite maintaining her stance upon the blocks her tits had still colored to a light purple from the tightness of the ropes.

The slave eyed P.D. wearily as he approached. Muted grunts escaped her mouth as she struggled, made quieter by the large dirty rag that had been shoved in behind her teeth and secured in place with clear tape that had been wrapped around and around her head. She shifted unsteadily as P.D. walked around behind her. She was unable to turn her head to follow him because her long black hair had been pulled into a ponytail, and her hands had been tied behind her back in a reverse prayer with her palms facing out. Her wrists had then been tied high up on her ponytail, causing her to pull her head back and look up towards the ceiling.

\"How about you, 912?\" P.D. asked as he gave her broad ass a hard slap with an open hand. \"Did you miss me while I was gone?\"

912 jumped in surprise from the hard, unseen slap. Her left foot slipped off of its wood block. She grunted as her body lurched and her weight suddenly fell onto her buxom tits. She frantically searched the ground with her toes looking for the block, which hand tipped over onto its side, a task made all the more difficult by being unable to see down due to her head being yanked back by her ponytail. Eventually her toe grazed the rough wood and, with some effort, she was able to right it once more and stand perched up on tiptoe. Her bound chest heaved with the exertion.

P.D. walked around front of her. \"Eh, 912, did you miss me?\"

\"Mmm-hmm,\" 912 grunted from behind her gag. P.D. unzipped his pants and pulled his stiff cock out through his fly. \"How much did you miss me?\" he asked.

912 glanced down at P.D., straining against the pull of her wrists, and saw his cock pointed proudly at her. He took a step forward and tenderly kissed her neck. 912 closed her eyes and braced herself for what she knew she had to do, then she lifted her feet free of the wood blocks and wrapped her lovely, thick thighs around P.D.

He let her dangle for a second, suspended by her tits and pulling against him for support, then he guided his cock into her waiting pussy. She sighed in delight. Despite the terror and pain of her situation she was still very much turned on. P.D. took a small step forward, centering himself under the rafter supporting 912's tits, and he waited.

912, well aware of what to do next, began wriggling herself up and down, sliding his hard cock in and out, in and out. With no support other than her legs wrapped around his waist and her tits tethered to the ceiling, it took a tremendous amount of effort on her part to fuck her master. She panted and moaned, sweat growing heavy on her brow. Up and down, up and down. She pulled fiercely on her tits to get greater leverage, they, in turn, colored a deeper shade of purple as they bore a greater burden.

As she wriggled and writhed up and down on his cock, P.D. closed his eyes and savored the sensation. As he got more into it he reached around and grabbed her ass, slamming her cunt down onto his dick. He lifted his hands away and smacked her thick ass over and over. The sound of the slaps joined the grunts of exertion from 912. Up and down, up and down, she fucked him for all she was worth, heedless of the searing agony growing in her tits as the ropes yanked and squeezed, the bindings rubbing her skin raw in several places.

Finally, with an animalistic grunt, P.D. came. He grabbed firm hold of her wide hips and buried his cock deep into her pussy, spraying his seed far up inside her.

He then pried 912's legs free from his waist and backed away, tucking his cock back into his pants. 912, having suddenly lost P.D.'s support, flailed her legs wildly and cried out, her feet desperately searching for the blocks beneath her. Eventually she found them and propped herself up once again, dangling precariously on her balanced toes and supported by her aching tits. As she stood there panting, Jenny could see a little dribble of cum leaking out of her throbbing pussy and running down her thigh.

\"Just as good as I remember, 912,\" P.D. beamed.

Jenny had watched the entire scene in utter fascination. She was intensely jealous of 912, despite the additional marks her body had gained for her efforts. She wished it had been her P.D. was fucking. As she continued to stare she didn't notice the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Suddenly, Jenny felt her head yanked back as someone came up and roughly grabbed a fistful of her hair.

\"And who's this?\" a woman's voice asked.

\"Ah, Sister Dee,\" P.D. said addressing the newcomer. \"There you are. I was wondering when you were going to make an appearance. You know how you've been saying that you wanted more help around here? Well, this is Jenny. She's going to be staying with us for a little while.\" He turned to Jenny. \"Sister Dee looks after things around here when I'm away,\" he explained, then addressed Sister Dee again. \"If there's anything you need, I'm sure Jenny will be more than willing to help out. Isn't that right, Jenny?\"

\"Yes, sir,\" Jenny grimaced as Sister Dee tightened her grip and twisted Jenny around by her hair to get a better look at her.

\"I guess she'll do,\" Sister Dee replied to P.D. as she appraised her new helper. \"I see you had no trouble finding 912 and 411. They were so excited when I told them you were coming today that they insisted on waiting right here for you - at least, that's what I assumed, I didn't bother to actually ask them. They've been waiting here for you for hours. You sure took your time getting here.\"

\"Oh, I bet they didn't mind one bit,\" P.D. replied. \"By the way, where's our other guest? I haven't had a chance yet to check in on our little troublemaker.\"

\"She's prepped and ready, just the way you asked,\" Sister Dee said.

\"Good, good,\" said P.D. with a sinister smile. \"I think I'll go greet her now. Can you take care of things here? I bet everyone's got to be hungry after such a long day. Though I'd like 411 to spend another hour at attention before you let her rest, we can't have her getting lax.\"

411 furrowed her brow in dismay at the unfortunate news, but she remained standing at strict attention because, really, she had no other choice.

P.D. walked towards the large barn door. \"Send Jenny to me when you're through with her. I'll put her away tonight,\" he called over his shoulder as he left.

Sister Dee released her grip on Jenny's hair and tossed her to the ground. Jenny looked up as the stern woman marched around in front of her. She was a strong, beautiful woman. Her long, chestnut locks cascaded down her shoulders as she stared at Jenny with cold, brown eyes. She wore form fitting leather pants and a stunning red bustier that showcased all her lovely curves. Her knee length riding boots completed the look. In the scenes Jenny had seen with Sister Dee as a domme she often styled herself as a sexy Catholic nun, ready to punish the schoolgirls in her charge.

\"New rule,\" Sister Dee announced, \"whenever you are in my presence you will kneel unless you are told otherwise.\"

\"Yes, mistress,\" Jenny said, climbing up from the floor to her knees and meeting the woman's gaze.

Sister Dee lurched forward and slapped Jenny across the face, sending her sprawling across the floor again. \"And don't you dare look me in the eye,\" she sneered. \"You will stare straight ahead or keep your eyes cast down.\"

\"Yes, mistress,\" Jenny sobbed, her cheek stinging from the blow.

\"Now,\" Sister Dee said, removing Jenny's handcuffs, \"it's time to get everyone's dinner ready. I'll take 912 down while you run and get the food. Over near the garage there's a shed, it should be unlocked. Go there and grab enough for the three of you.\"

Jenny sprang to her feet and jogged through the door. She wanted to make a good impression on Sister Dee so she raced down to the garage and found the shed. She hesitated once she swung the doors open, though. She looked around on the other sides of the garage. This must be the wrong shed, she thought, as the only items in this one were several stacked cans of dogfood and a few large bags of kibble. After double-checking and seeing that there was no other shed, Jenny came to the awful realization of what her dinner would be. She grabbed three cans of food with furry smiling dogs on the label and dashed back towards the barn, though with a little less enthusiasm in her step now.

Jenny returned to the barn to find 912 laying on the floor gently massaging her large, aching tits. Her bindings had left vicious red rope marks all around the base of her breasts. Sister Dee, meanwhile, had turned her attention to 411. The poor girl still stood vigil, staring straight ahead and trying not to move, a task that was made infinitely more difficult by the fact that Sister Dee had produced a large feather and was doing her very best to force the girl to break her position.

\"Come on,\" Sister Dee teased her, running the feather gently across 411's nipple, \"you've got to be ticklish somewhere.\" She moved the feather to 411's armpit to try there. As she traced the soft strands lightly across her skin, 411 began to waver. She shut her eyes tight. She bit down hard on her ballgag. But she could not resist. Her shoulder twitched. Her outthrust elbow dropped from the side of her head. The blinking green LED on her collar turned red. And 411 screamed.

Sister Dee smiled and set the feather down. 411 immediately returned to her original position. She took short, ragged breaths and more black tears flowed from her eyes.

\"There we go,\" Sister Dee mused. \"I knew I could get you.\" She turned to see Jenny set the cans of dogfood down on a table next to three large bowls. \"Ah, so your a wet food kind of girl, eh? I prefer the kibble for myself if I have to eat this awful stuff - you can at least pretend it's an overcooked steak.\"

Jenny wasn't entirely surprised to hear that her new mistress had been forced to eat dogfood. She'd seen several videos online with her and P.D., some as a top, and some as a bottom. Apparently she had done enough to earn P.D.'s trust that she was given authority by him.

Sister Dee took out a can opener and pried open each of the cans, plopping each one into a large black bowl. She spaced them in a row on the floor. As soon as she did, 912 crawled over to kneel in front of one of the bowls, sitting upright with her eyes cast down and her hands held behind her head. Jenny, taking the cue from her fellow slave, did the same.

Sister Dee surveyed the two girls kneeling before her. Jenny's stomach rumbled. She was hungry, but was not keen on eating what was sitting before her. Sister Dee's eyes flashed down to the glint of metal between Jenny's slightly parted thighs.

\"Slave, are you wearing a piss plug?\" she asked.

\"Yes, mistress,\" Jenny said softly.

\"How long has it been in?\"

\"Since this morning, mistress.\"

\"Oh my. I bet you must be bursting by now. Would you like to relieve yourself?\"

\"Oh, very much so, mistress. Thank you!\" Jenny briefly glanced up, forgetting Sister Dee's rule, and saw an ominous smile on the cruel woman's face.

\"You may remove the plug. But you must piss in one of the three bowls, your choice of which one,\" Sister Dee stated.

Jenny paled. It was just like this morning all over again. She couldn't drink her own piss for a second time, she just couldn't. Her hands moved down between her legs and she tugged at the thin metal plug. She glumly looked back and forth between the three bowls. It would be cruel to add further punishment to poor 411, she thought, ruling that one out. She slowly got up and squatted over 912's bowl, refusing to look over at the unfortunate woman. Her face flushed as she let loose a heavy stream of piss all over the slimy, disgusting dogfood. When she finished she crawled back in front of her own bowl, trying hard not to look 912 in the face. She was so ashamed.

\"A little selfish, aren't we slave?\" Sister Dee teased. Jenny flushed brighter red. She felt terrible.

\"That gives me an idea for a new rule,\" Sister Dee declared once again, \"from now on, you may only relieve yourself during mealtimes, and you will do so in either your own or another slave's food bowl. Understood?\"

\"Yes, mistress,\" Jenny intoned.

\"Very good,\" Sister Dee said. \"You may eat. The last one finished will find my yardstick on her backside to encourage her along.\"

Without the slightest hesitation 912 shoved her face into the bowl of piss and dogfood sitting before her and began taking large bites. Whether it was from Sister Dee's threat or genuine hunger, Jenny could not be sure, she was certainly not so eager to partake. She noticed that despite her hands being free, 912 kept them clasped behind her back as she ate, instead choosing to bury her face in the bowl and slurp chunks up into her mouth. Jenny reached forward and grabbed a chunk of the squishy, awful slop. As she raised it to her mouth there was sudden swish and sharp crack from a long, thin wooden yardstick that landed across her knuckles. Jenny yelped and dropped the dogfood back into her bowl.

\"Tut, tut,\" Sister Dee chided. \"People eat with hands and utensils. Slaves eat like the animals that they are.\"

Jenny tucked her stinging fingers behind her back, leaned over into her bowl, and took a tentative bite. The taste was even worse than she had imagined. She nearly spit the greasy chunk back out. Begrudgingly, with bile rising in her throat, she managed to swallow the awful mass, chewing it as few times as possible in the process. She glanced over at 912 to see that the slave was most of the way through her disgusting lump of food, still eating with as much enthusiasm as she began with.

Jenny shut her eyes and stuck her face back in the mess, trying not to think about how terrible it tasted. She gagged down a few more bites, then noticed that 912 had finished the dogfood part of her meal. 912 sat up onto her knees and lifted the large bowl to her face and was now guzzling down the pool of piss within it. Jenny was disgusted and ashamed to watch. She returned to her meal, she was nearly halfway through and really didn't want to eat anymore.

912 finished drinking and held the bowl up to her face so that she could lick it clean, then she set it down on the floor and reassumed her kneeling position with her hands behind her head. No sooner had 912 set down her bowl then, thwak! Jenny squealed and grabbed her ass as it lit up in pain from a strike of Sister Dee's yardstick. Thwak! Another strike quickly followed landing across Jenny's knuckles as she massaged her stinging ass.

\"Put your hands behind your back!\" Sister Dee snapped. Jenny returned her hands to the small of her back. Thwak! Another blow snapped across her ass. \"Keep eating slave! I haven't got all day!\"

Jenny returned face to her bowl. Her stinging ass was an unwelcome addition to her dining experience. She resumed her feast while Sister Dee continued to periodically pelt her ass with her yardstick, shouting insults and encouragement.

Eventually Jenny managed to swallow down the contents of her bowl. She even licked the bowl clean at Sister Dee's insistence. She now sat kneeling like 912, with her hands behind her head, dogfood smeared all over her face, and her ass painted pink by Sister Dee's beating. She sat uneasily, feeling like she'd just eaten a brick. After a few moments admiring her miserable new slave, Sister Dee eventually came by with a wet rag and cleaned up Jenny and 912.

\"I suppose I'm through with you for now,\" Sister Dee said. \"We'll put you to work tomorrow. Go meet P.D. in the house. He'll be on the top floor.\"

Jenny scurried to her feet and made her way to the door. \"Now,\" Sister Dee said, picking up her feather and turning her attention back to 411, \"where were we?\"

Jenny retreated from the barn with 411's screams following her the whole way. She made her way to the farmhouse as the sun was just beginning to touch the horizon and let herself in. Inside she was stunned to see a beautifully furnished and opulently decorated interior. Fine leather furniture, persian rugs, expensive looking oil paintings, P.D. had certainly made this place his own. Jenny strutted over to the stairs and ascended, the next level was occupied by several bedrooms, but she didn't linger there. Instead, she climbed up the remaining flight of stairs that dead ended at a closed door. As Jenny went up she could hear sounds coming from the other side. There was the unmistakable crack of a whip, followed by a muted wail of pain.

Jenny's heart thumped as she twisted the knob and pushed the door open. This top floor was a single lightly furnished room. There was a rickety bed with a dirty, stained mattress pushed up against one wall. The windows had been boarded up, the only light coming from a bright lamp located in a corner of the room which threw creepy looking shadows across everything inside. In the center of the room was a slender woman suspended upside down from the ceiling by her ankles with her wrists tied to rings in the floor, holding her spread-eagle. A black leather hood covered the woman's head, but still, Jenny thought that she looked familiar. The pump for an inflatable gag jutted out of the front of the hood, from the looks of it it had been expanded to the extreme. Behind her stood P.D., covered in sweat and wielding a bullwhip. He ignored Jenny's entrance and slashed the whip across the woman's severely striped back. The woman jerked in pain, bucking against her restraints and crying into her gag beneath the hood.

Jenny gasped. The woman looked to be in bad shape. P.D. threw down the whip with a scowl on his face and wiped the sweat from his brow. He picked up a leather strap and took a step closer to the woman. Then he brought the strap down hard between her legs, slamming it into the woman's defenseless pussy. The woman's screams reached a new intensity. Again and again he slapped the leather strap between the woman's legs while Jenny watched silently from the doorway. Even to her this seemed too much. Should I say something? She wondered to herself indecisively. P.D. brought the strap down again and again. He finally set it down before Jenny could work up the courage to interrupt. The woman's pussy glowed bright red and looked badly swollen. P.D. ran his hand between the battered folds of the woman's cunt and felt the heat of her bruised flesh while she sobbed.

\"Aw, poor baby, does that hurt?\" he teased. \"I've got something for that.\"

P.D. went to a small refrigerator on the side of the room and pulled out a large dildo made of solid ice. He returned to the woman and pressed the tip against her red hot pussy. The woman gasped. P.D. pressed the dildo into her, working it deeper and deeper. The woman shuddered against the forceful intrusion, moaning, but was helpless to resist. Finally, P.D. had worked the dildo in as deep as it would go. He held it down with one hand, letting the cold numb her insides, while he leaned over to address the woman.

\"I'll let you down from the ceiling once you work my ice dildo out of your hole,\" he said as he removed his hand.

The woman shivered against the freezing cold. She seemed so tired and so weak. Jenny doubted she would ever be able to expel the ice cock, especially since the longer it stayed within her, the more numb her pussy muscles would become.

P.D. walked over next to Jenny and silently watched the suspended woman struggle to slide the icy invader from her battered cunt. She did seem to be making progress, but she was fighting against gravity, a slippery surface, and her own waning strength.

\"I have to admit, she is a tough one,\" P.D. said. He gave Jenny a serious look. \"This was one of my best models. I trusted her, and she betrayed me. She went to the authorities to complain about some of our 'labor practices' here. Did she think I wouldn't find out?\" His face grew hard and he stared silently as the woman continued to struggle against the ice dildo. Finally after a few more minutes, she worked it free and it tumbled to the floor. He moved back to the woman.

\"I didn't think you'd be able to do it,\" P.D. admitted. He gave the shivering woman a sharp slap with his hand on her upturned cunt. Then he leaned over to deflate the gag and unzip her hood. As he pulled it free the woman's wavy, black hair tumbled free and her piercing blue-gray eyes stared daggers at P.D.

Jenny gasped. She knew this woman! It was Elise Graves, the most popular model on P.D.'s website. Some people claimed she was P.D.'s muse, his favorite model. Jenny had watched all her videos, often imagining herself in Elise's place while P.D. plied his trade on her bound body. Though now she only felt pity for the poor woman.

\"You won't get away with this!\" Elise spat. \"The FBI is going to kick your door down any minute.\"

\"Oh, I don't think so,\" P.D. said dismissively. \"You failed to realize that I have many friends in high places. Your report has been disregarded as the vengeful ravings of a disgruntled employee.\"

This news seemed to leave Elise at a loss for words. She hung there, defeated and shivering with cold.

\"There, there,\" P.D. said in a comforting voice. \"I'm sure you tried your best. But you should know by now that I always win.\" He walked over to a nearby table, put on a latex glove, and picked up a small jar. \"You look cold. How about I give you a little something to help warm you up?\"

Jenny stood watching as P.D. approached the suspended slave. As he turned to face Elise she caught sight of the label on the jar - extra spicy chili paste! He reached into the jar with his gloved hand, grabbed a big gob of the sticky substance and slathered it all over Elise's battered pussy. He went back for another handful and used his fingers to work this glob down into her pussy, working it deep and slathering it all over. The effect was almost immediate. Elise's eyes grew wide and she shrieked.

\"Ahh! It burns!\" she cried. \"Get it off! Get it off!\"

\"Oh, what's that?\" P.D. teased with a wicked smile. \"You'd like some in your ass? I'd be happy to.\"

He went back for another glob of paste and rubbed it onto her asshole, then used two fingers to work some into her rear hole. Elise frantically bucked and pulled against her restraints. Tears filled her eyes and her nose ran as her pussy and ass burned.

Jenny watched in horror, then without realizing she was saying anything, blurted out, \"Please P.D., stop! It's too much!\"

The smile disappeared from P.D.'s face and he glared at Jenny. \"Who the hell do you think you are, telling me what to do?\" he snapped. He threw down the tub and snapped off the latex glove. \"Fine. You want to be the hero? You can lick the paste off of your girlfriend here. I want to see you get every last drop.\"

Jenny's heart stopped. She knew she had overstepped her bounds as soon as she had opened her mouth. P.D.'s cold stare sent a shiver down her spine. Jenny meekly stepped forward. Elise continued howling in agony and thrashing against her bonds. Jenny lowered her face near Elise's burning pussy. Just being near the spicy substance made her eyes water. P.D. inclined his head expectantly. Jenny stuck out her tongue and ran it along Elise's snatch, lapping up the red hot chili paste. Her mouth immediately started to burn. She swallowed. The terrible goo burned all the way down her throat. Her eyes filled with tears, blurring her vision. Her nose filled with snot. She tried to pull away, but P.D. grabbed ahold of her long hair and pressed her face back in against Elise's searing cunt, smearing the goo all over her face.

Jenny licked again and again. Her body protested. She felt sick and couldn't breathe. Her mouth was on fire but she kept going back. Her tongue became numb as she slurped away the paste from outside Elise's pussy and then began probing inside her cunt to get at the paste in there.

For all her effort, it made little difference to Elise. The woman burned all over and removing the paste now was too little, too late. She suffered while Jenny labored, her screams fading to anguished sobs. Once Jenny had cleaned up Elise's cunt P.D. escorted her around to her other side so that she could clean Elise's asshole. He used his tight grip on her hair to guide her around since Jenny was unable to see through her burning, tear-filled eyes.

Jenny lapped up the paste around the suspended woman's ass. By the time she was forced to probe inside Elise's asshole her entire mouth had become numb. When she finished P.D. threw her to the ground. Jenny laid there wiping the tears from her eyes and taking rapid breaths.

P.D., meanwhile, began freeing Elise's bonds. He unhooked her wrist cuffs from the floor, allowing her to swing more freely. Then he grabbed a stool and unlatched her ankle cuffs from the ceiling. Elise tumbled to the floor and curled into a ball. P.D. dragged a small wooden crate next to her and opened the top. Before hoisting her up into it he ran several thick leather straps around her knees and back, holding her in a ball shape with her knees tucked against her chest. Even still, she only barely fit inside the box. He had to press her head down against her knees before he could relatch the top of the box. Elise's sobs echoed out from a small airhole located near her face. She was in for a long and uncomfortable night.

With Elise packed away P.D. returned his attention to Jenny. By now she had mostly recovered from the agonizing burning sensation all over her face and mouth. She sat on the ground, red-faced and nose running. P.D. went to the refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of water, and handed it to Jenny. She greedily gulped it down, the cold liquid soothed the burning a little.

\"Maybe next time you'll remember to keep your mouth shut,\" P.D. suggested. \"Come on.\"

She followed him down the stairs and out of the house. The sun had set and the cool night air blew gently, causing Jenny to hug herself for warmth. He led her back towards the barn, their path lit by bright lights on the buildings and a nearly full moon rising behind them. His boots crunched loudly on the gravel path while Jenny danced along behind him trying to avoid stepping on any sharp rocks with her bare feet. She figured that he probably had a cell for her in the barn along with the other slaves, but they came to a stop before they got to the building.

They were standing in a muddy clearing in front of the barn. Alongside it was a chest-high stone retaining wall. P.D. led her near the wall. Up close she could see that there were several square metal panels spaced evenly among the stones. P.D. walked up to one, undid a latch, and swung the panel open on its creaky, rusty hinge. Jenny peered in and saw a metal walled opening that extended into the dirt behind the wall. It was about three feet high and three feet wide and extended back about four feet.

P.D. removed Jenny's remaining bondage, a small mercy considering where she would be spending the night, then he helped her up into the enclosure.

\"Comfy?\" he asked.

Jenny definitely was not. The metal walls and floor were cold and the space was cramped. She had just enough room that she could turn around, but not enough to stretch out. She stifled her complaints since she knew P.D. definitely didn't want to hear them. She shimmied up against the back wall and P.D. swung the squeaky panel closed. She heard a rattling on the outside as he padlocked it shut.

Jenny sighed and tried to make herself comfortable. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she noticed a narrow pipe in the ceiling, she moved her head beneath it and was able to see starlight through it. Apparently it protruded from the dirt above the enclosure to provide ventilation. She slid beneath it and laid on her back looking up at the few stars overhead that she could see through it and reflected upon her day. P.D.'s callous cruelty towards Elise disturbed her more than she expected, and Sister Dee's presence both thrilled and terrified her. Now, lying here in the dark, she was reminded of her journey in the van, trapped, helpless, exhausted and in pain. It was the most intense experience of her life. She had hated almost every minute of it, and yet, thinking of it now excited her. Jenny's hand drifted down to her pussy as she remembered her tortured plight. \"What might tomorrow bring?\" she mused as she pleasured herself thinking of the possibilities.

Chapter 7

The day's events had taken their toll and Jenny was soon fast asleep despite her cramped confines. She slept well into the morning as the sky brightened and the light filtered down through the pipe in the ceiling. She was just beginning to stir when she heard a noise outside. There was the sound of water trickling, then she felt a splash of wetness on her face.

\"Oh,\" Jenny thought, coming awake, it has started raining. The water is pouring in through the pipe in the ceiling. But the liquid was coming so fast. And it felt so warm. A little splashed into her mouth and she recoiled in horror at the taste of piss. She quickly scampered out from beneath the pipe, pressing herself up against the wall of her enclosure. The piss stopped.

\"Hey,\" P.D. shouted. \"Who said you could move away? Put your face back under that pipe and open your mouth! I want you to swallow my piss.\"

Jenny was disgusted. She'd been forced to drink her own piss. She'd been forced to eat dogfood. But drinking another person's urine was even more appalling than that. The harsh sound of P.D.'s voice, however, was compelling. She'd seen more than enough cruelty in the past twenty-four hours to know that defiance would get her nowhere. Reluctantly she moved herself beneath the pipe, sitting in a puddle of the piss that had already come down, and opened her mouth. P.D.'s wicked face peered down from above, it was soon replaced by his cock. He let loose with the remainder of his acrid morning piss. Jenny dutifully swallowed as quickly as she could, but it came faster than she could drink and the rest overflowed down her face and onto her chest.

After he finished P.D. came around to the front of the enclosure. Jenny could hear him undo the lock and slide the metal door open. She blinked against the bright sunlight as he dragged her out and plopped her down onto the dirt. Jenny stretched her cramped limbs, the dirt clinging to her piss-spattered chest.

\"Come on,\" P.D. said. \"We've got a busy day ahead of us. Report to the barn, Sister Dee is waiting for you.\"

Jenny did as she was told. She got to the barn just as Sister Dee was freeing 912 and 411 from their cages against the wall. There was no sign of Elise. Her mistress had already arranged everyone's breakfast in bowls on the floor. It was human food this time, Jenny thankfully acknowledged. However, realizing that this would be one of the few times during the day to relieve herself, Jenny asked permission from Sister Dee and then ruefully squatted over a bowl and tarnished 411's breakfast. She had logically determined that it was pointless for her to piss in her own food since she'd just end up having to pass it again later anyway, and 912 was the last victim of this wicked rule from Sister Dee, therefore, it was 411's turn. Jenny only hoped that the poor slave understood her reasoning and didn't think she was trying to be cruel.

After breakfast the three slaves were chained up against a wall and Sister Dee blasted them clean with a high pressure hose and a coarse scrub brush. The water was freezing and left each of the slaves with their teeth chattering. 912 and 411 were then returned to their cages and Jenny was ordered to meet P.D. out in one of the fields. Before she left, her ankles were once more fettered with chains, and a metal band was locked around her waist. Wrist cuffs with long metal chains were attached to either side of the band.

Jenny quickly marched out to the indicated location. Her recently cleaned feet were already covered in dust and dirt by the time she met P.D. He was hard at work repairing a metal frame with a welding torch. Jenny could hear him softly cursing under his breath as he fought with the heavy metal bars. She knelt patiently out of harms way waiting for his acknowledgement. Eventually he put down his tools and addressed Jenny.

\"I've got a job for you,\" he said. He picked up a garden shovel and tossed it to Jenny.

\"Dig a hole,\" he ordered.

Jenny looked at him expecting more instructions, but he turned back towards his work. \"Um, where, sir?\" she asked timidly.

\"Don't care,\" P.D. replied indifferently, picking up his welding torch again.

Jenny didn't press him any further since he seemed to be in a bad mood. She shrugged and moved far enough back so that she wouldn't be in his way and then started digging. She mostly assumed that this was just another make-work task to keep her busy. She figured that as soon as she finished, he'd come by and tell her to fill it in. Nevertheless she got to digging. Fortunately, the chains connecting her wrists to her waist were long enough not to interfere with her task, though they rattled loudly with every movement.

It was a cool morning and the work helped keep her warm. She dug while P.D. wrestled with his own task. It didn't take long for her back to ache and her hands to develop blisters. Even though the chains didn't interfere with her movement, they were heavy and made her tire faster. She wasn't used to this kind of labor, nor did she have boots or gloves to make the digging easier. She kept a wary eye on P.D. while she worked. There was something about watching a strong, confident man working with his hands that really turned her on. She began to fantasize about him coming over, throwing her to the ground, and having his way with her.

As if he was reading her thoughts, P.D. did set down his tools and approached Jenny. She coyly bit her lip in anticipation. Unfortunately he was just there to check on her progress.

\"You're going to need to make that another two feet deeper,\" he said. \"And a little bit wider too.\"

Jenny looked down at the hole she'd made so far. She was already getting rather tired. Making the hole to his specifications would take a couple more hours, she figured.

P.D. began to pack up his tools and walk back towards the house as Jenny got back to digging. He stopped as he passed by her. \"I'm doing a shoot with 912 in the barn a little later. If you finish in time then you can come watch. Maybe I'll even let you be in it for part of it.\"

Jenny perked up at this news. She was excited for another opportunity to impress P.D. and the members. Maybe this could be her chance to win them over and become a fulltime model just like she dreamed. She doubled her efforts, ignoring her aching back, and attacking the dirt.

Time passed. The sun rose higher in the sky. The day was starting to get hot. Her chained wrists and ankles had begun to chafe. Jenny wiped the sweat from her brow and cast the shovel aside. She figured that the hole must have been big enough by now. She'd even made it a little larger than P.D. had indicated just to be sure, though she was eager to make it to the barn in time. She scurried up to the building and entered.

P.D. was in there guiding two crew members as they dragged some bulky equipment into position. When he saw Jenny he threw her a towel and told her to go clean herself up using some water in a trough just outside. After she finished he removed her shackles and moved her towards a large, low cage. Jenny looked inside and saw 912 quietly sitting there. She wore white thigh high stockings under a pleated plaid skirt and a thin white cotton tanktop. Her long hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. On her feet she wore a pair of strappy black high heeled shoes.

P.D. opened the door to the cage and guided Jenny inside. Jenny took a seat next to 912 as P.D. latched the cage shut. He thrust a small makeup bag in through the bars. \"We're just about done setting up. Why don't you girls make yourselves pretty while we take a break? We'll start in about half an hour,\" he said.

Jenny accepted the bag and spilled it out on the floor of the cage. She picked up a compact mirror for herself and handed one to 912 as P.D. and the rest of the crew left the barn. 912 got to work applying some foundation as Jenny took an inventory of their supplies.

\"Hi,\" Jenny said to 912 quietly, she wasn't sure if talking with the other slaves was allowed. \"I guess we haven't officially met. I'm Jenny. Sorry about, you know, peeing on your food yesterday.\"

912 shrugged off Jenny's apology. \"Don't worry about it,\" she said. \"There was a pretty good chance that no matter which bowl you chose Sister Dee would have given it to me. She hates me. I think she's jealous that P.D. likes to fuck me more than her.\" She picked up a tube of lip gloss and raised it to her lips. \"My name's Anne Marie, by the way.\"

\"Nice to meet you, Anne Marie,\" Jenny said. \"How long have you been here at The Farm?\"

\"Honestly, I don't know,\" Anne Marie said wistfully. \"P.D. snatched me after a shoot early last fall. What month is it now?\"

Jenny was confused. \"Snatched you? You mean you didn't come here willingly?\" she asked.

\"My goodness, no!\" Anne Marie said, shocked. \"You think anyone in their right mind would agree to come and be treated like this? I'm a submissive for sure, but what P.D. does here is pure cruelty. No one comes here by choice. Not me. Not Mel, that's the one they call 411. And certainly not Elise.\"

A lump was growing in Jenny's throat. This was certainly new information to her. She had just assumed that all the models she saw online were filming consensually. They even had an official little notice at the beginning of each video stating how they followed all the rules and regulations. How could she be so naive?

\"Wait a minute,\" Anne Marie said, pausing. \"Did you actually come here by choice? Oh, you poor foolish little thing! What did he promise you? That you'd be famous? That you'd be his number one girl?\"

Jenny was at a loss for words. Anne Marie gave her a little laugh. \"Oh, don't feel bad about it. We're all here because we got tricked one way or another,\" she said. \"You know, when I first started working with P.D. he actually convinced me to pay him to do a scene.\" She shook her head. \"I was so young and stupid. I guess it was inevitable that I'd one day end up here.\"

\"Does anyone ever leave?\" Jenny asked.

\"I don't know,\" Anne Marie said solemnly. \"There was one girl here before me. I think she had been here for a while. Then one day P.D. came around and he had a black eye. I never saw the girl again, but I heard some truly awful sounds coming from that red brick building for the next few days.\"

\"That's horrible,\" Jenny said, stunned.

\"It's not all bad here, at least for a couple of submissive girls like us. If you do what you're told then they usually don't punish you too severely,\" Anne Marie continued. \"But you need to watch out for Sister Dee. She has a bit of a mean streak. If you ever see her dressed up like a nun then look out, because that means she's in a particularly vicious mood.

\"Mel has been considering trying to escape. She says that if she could just get the P.D.'s van keys then she'd to do the rest,\" Anne Marie explained. \"I think she's crazy. Just keep your head down and stay out of trouble.\"

\"I agree,\" Jenny said. \"It's always been my dream to be P.D.'s slave. It's not quite what I imagined, but I'm not willing to give up now.\"

The girls quickly quieted as they heard the barn doors slide open. P.D. and his crew entered, laughing and joking. Anne Marie and Jenny finished putting on their makeup and then watched the men set up the rest of their equipment.

From what Jenny could see from inside the cage they were building some sort of wall in the middle of the large room. They had erected two large pillars and bolted them into the floor about eight feet apart. Then they had brought in several large, heavy planks and set them in between the pillars. The pillars each had a lip on the side to hold the planks in position. They stacked the planks to about waist high. They had several more, but they left them laying to the side for the time being. Jenny had also noticed that the top-most plank had a shallow U-shaped cutout on its top. Dull metal spikes lined the cutout area.

Once everything seemed to be set up the men each picked up a camera and took up position. P.D. marched over to the cage.

\"Who wants to be first?\" he asked. The two girls looked at each other. \"Let's go with the new girl.\"

He unlatched the cage and pulled Jenny out, relocking Anne Marie in afterward. Jenny stood a few feet in front of the cage, nervously facing the cameras as they panned and zoomed in on her naked body. Meanwhile, P.D. dragged over a heavy wooden box. He undid some bolts and slid a side panel from the box, then did likewise for the top. Without saying a word he roughly grabbed Jenny and threw her to her knees in front of the open container.

\"Get in,\" he said gruffly.

Jenny crawled forward. She wasn't quite sure how she was expected to fit, but when she got close P.D. moved her so that her knees rested up against the front of the box, her feet hanging out over the open back edge. He pressed her upper body forward against the front side. Kneeling as she was, the box was just tall enough to come up to her neck and it was just a little wider than her shoulders.

P.D. picked up the top panel of the box and removed a small piece from one edge. P.D. repositioned the panel on the box and slid it forward. Jenny felt her neck pressed forward along with the panel, however, the piece he had removed left enough room for her neck to fit sticking out of the top, though it left her upper body pressed up against the front side. She was now trapped with her head sticking out.

With his victim kneeling and trapped, P.D. retrieved a length of rope and folded Jenny's arms in behind her back. He tied her left wrist near her right elbow and her right wrist near her left elbow. Then he lifted the large rear panel of the box. He leaned over and raised her feet from the floor, pressing her ankles against her thighs, then he moved the panel into position and locked it in place. The box was narrow enough that with the rear panel on it she was unable to lower her feet, she was forced to rest all her weight upon her knees. Jenny was now fully enclosed within the box with only her head protruding from the top.

\"Comfy?\" P.D. asked.

\"Yes, sir,\" Jenny lied, shifting her weight from knee to knee on the hard bottom.

\"Good. Let's see if I can make it better,\" he said. He went to a table and returned carrying a heavy duty staple gun. He pressed the tool to the front of the box, just in front of Jenny's chest and he depressed the trigger. Ka-thunk!

\"Oh!\" Jenny cried out, jumping back within the box. The sharp prongs of the staple had pierced through the wood of the box and poked into Jenny's tit. Ka-thunk! Ka-thunk! He put more staples on the front side.

\"Aye! Please, no!\" Jenny protested, arching her back away from the front panel. P.D. ignored her and continued. He triggered his staple gun over and over, peppering the upper part of the front panel with more staples. Jenny held herself away from the panel as best she could, but the position put a tremendous strain on her neck, which was held in place up against the front edge.

Finally P.D. put the staple gun down. The inside of the front panel now bristled with the sharp metal prongs of the carpentry staples. Jenny couldn't hold herself away from the panel, the strain on her neck was too great. She reluctantly pressed herself forward and bit her lip as the sharp prongs jabbed and scraped her tits.

\"That's better,\" P.D. said coldly. \"Now let's put you somewhere that you can watch the show.\"

He tipped the box forward and dragged her towards the far side of the short timber wall. Jenny screamed as her weight shifted within the box and her chest slammed hard against the staples. As P.D. lurched the box into position Jenny was tossed from side to side, grinding her tits across the jagged spikes. By the time he tipped her back her face had become streaked with tears.

\"Aw, poor baby,\" he whispered to her. \"Just wait. Once you see what we have in store for 912 you'll be glad that you're in there and not out here.\"

He turned his back on Jenny and returned to the cage to retrieve Anne Marie. He dragged her out and ordered her to stand up. She rose to her feet as the cameramen panned up and down her body. Anne Marie, ever the professional, did her best to look both seductive and terrified, though Jenny wondered if, perhaps, the terror were real.

Standing there in her white stockings and green plaid skirt Anne Marie resembled a stereotypical naughty catholic schoolgirl. Her skirt was scandalously short, not even covering the tops of her stockings. In fact, from Jenny's perspective looking up at her from her knees, she could just see Anne Marie's lacy red panties peeking out from underneath.

Once the cameras had had their chance to capture Anne Marie from every angle P.D. came up behind her and deftly tied her wrists together, followed by her elbows. This had the lovely effect of thrusting Anne Marie's generous tits out. They strained against her bra beneath the tight tank top. She gently struggled against her bonds, putting on a show for the cameras. P.D. went and got a big red ballgag and forced it into her mouth. Next he grabbed a large pair of shears. Anne Marie shuddered as he slid the cold steel blades under her top, running them up her torso. He snipped through the underwire of her bra and her tits spilled out, constrained only by the thin fabric of her top. With a few more snips he was able to pull her lacy red bra out from beneath her shirt.

He poked and teased her tits with the sharp tips of his blades before pulling her top away from her skin and cutting two holes above her nipples. Anne Marie's excitement was apparent as her nipples stood proudly erect, jutting out through the new holes in her shirt.

P.D. set aside his shears and hugged Anne Marie from behind. He massaged her tits and tweaked her nipples while he tenderly kissed at her neck. Anne Marie closed her eyes and swooned, leaning into P.D. She could feel his stiff manhood pressing against her back. His hands roved up and down her body, exploring her curves. He hiked her skirt up higher on her waist and slipped a hand into her panties. Anne Marie cooed as his fingers explored the folds of her pussy. P.D. gleefully noted that her panties were completely sodden with pussy juice.

After spending another minute getting Anne Marie thoroughly worked up, P.D. stopped. He untied her wrists and elbows and guided her over to the short timber wall. He told her to lean over the U-shaped depression in the middle at the top, with her arms at her sides. Anne Marie complied, careful not to touch the dull metal spikes lining the section.

P.D. signalled his crew and they picked up another timber plank from a nearby pile. This one, too, had a spiked U-shaped depression on it, though from the orientation that the crew held it, it was on the bottom. The men moved towards the wall and hefted the plank up high between the vertical beams, sliding it in between the channels that held the rest of the wall in place. They guided it down until it rested atop the beam that Anne Marie lay across. The effect as the two cutouts met was to make a small hole in the wall through which Anne Marie's body stood trapped, her head to her navel on one side of the wall, and her legs up past her hips on the other with her arms pinned at her sides and her hands near her hips.

The crew inserted several more solid planks atop this one, building the wall up over eight feet high. The weight of the additional boards ensured that there was no escape for Anne Marie from within the confines of the wall. P.D. moved to the rear side of the wall and kneeled down to remove Anne Marie's shoes. She grunted as her stomach pressed down on the studded bottom of the hole that held her there, forcing her to stand up on tiptoe to relieve some of the weight. P.D. assisted her by shoving two shoebox-sized crates up against the wall a few feet apart. He guided her feet up onto the boxes and Anne Marie was able to rest a little more comfortably, albeit with her legs now spread wider.

Next P.D. fitted a collar around Anne Marie's neck. It consisted of a thick metal ring with a length of chain attached to it. After bolting it closed he lifted Anne Marie's head up and back, affixing the chain to a ring set high up on the wall to hold her in place.

He walked around to the rear side once again and fitted each wrist into a metal shackle. Afterward, each wrist was secured to a ring on either side of the hole that held Anne Marie. He then briefly pulled her legs together so he could slide her sexy red panties down her legs. He paused to show the cameras just how wet they were. Anne Marie flushed in embarrassment. He was about to cast the panties to the side, but then stopped. He walked over to the box containing Jenny.

\"Open,\" he ordered.

Jenny scrunched up her face in utter disgust, but reluctantly complied. P.D. adjusted the panties so that the wettest part would touch her tongue, then shoved them into Jenny's mouth. Someone tossed him a roll of tape and he tore off several strips to hold them in. Jenny recoiled at the taste of Anne Marie's arousal and watched as P.D. returned to the trapped slave. He next removed the woman's stockings and locked her ankles into shackles, securing them into wide set rings near the bottom of the wall, leaving Anne Marie unable to close her legs. He picked up his shears once more and did away with the rest of her clothes. With her tits freed from her clothing they dangled enticingly from her chest, the teardrop shaped mounds swayed gently with each breath.

Now P.D. removed the gag from Anne Marie's mouth. She appeared to be in distress.

\"Please, sir. My neck, the collar pulls too hard,\" she begged. With her body bent forward and her head held back, her neck supported most of the weight of her upper body.

\"Hmm,\" P.D. replied, \"maybe I have something to help.\"

He went and retrieved a long pole with a shiny black dildo on the end. He slid the dildo into her mouth, slipping it in and out several times, poking it to the back of her throat and making her gag. Then, leaving the cock in her mouth, he wedged the other end of the pole against the ground.

\"How's that for some support?\" P.D. teased. Anne Marie looked at him in despair. \"Now you keep that in there,\" P.D. warned.

He grabbed a low stool and set it down near Anne Marie's head. He sat down and showed her a nipple clamp. Anne Marie pleaded for mercy, but carefully kept the dildo in her mouth. He pinched and pulled at her tit, giving it a few slaps to send it swinging, then he snapped the clamp in place. Anne Marie moaned in pain as the clamp squeezed closed on her nipple. He then applied a matching clamp to her other tit. But he wasn't done. He next produced several heavy brass locks. He snapped one onto the end of a clamp and released it, Anne Marie's complaints intensified as the added weight yanked on her sensitive nipple. He added a matching lock to the other side. Then, for good measure, he added another heavy lock to each. He stood up from the stool and grabbed his dildo pole from Anne Marie's mouth.

\"Oh, please sir,\" she begged. \"It's too much!\"

The weights dangling from her nipples swayed with each breath, and the additional weight only increased the strain on her neck. P.D. ignored her distress and walked around to the other side of the wall. He slipped the spit-soaked dildo into her ready and waiting cunt. Anne Marie shuddered with pleasure, sending the weights swinging more aggressively. She cooed and moaned as P.D. sawed the dildo in and out, in and out, the pleasure in her pussy merging with the pain in her tits. He increased the pace and strength of his thrusts as Anne Marie grew more and more excited.

Suddenly there was a loud crash and Anne Marie hollered in pain. P.D. tore the dildo from her throbbing cunt and went to the other side of the wall. The intense swinging had worked one of the nipple clamps free, it had slipped lower and lower until finally it had crashed down on the floor below.

\"Why'd you let that fall?\" P.D. asked angrily, as if she could have helped it. \"You want the clamps off so bad? Shake the other one off too then.\"

Anne Marie cried out as she twisted her shoulders, shaking the remaining weight from side to side. It twisted and pulled at her poor, crushed nipple but failed to slip off.

\"Come on!\" P.D. yelled impatiently. Anne Marie sent the weights swinging wildly, screaming as they flailed about. P.D. took his dildo pole and whacked at the weights himself, agonizing Anne Marie with every blow. Finally, between the two of them the remaining clamp eventually yanked free of her nipple and crashed to the floor. Anne Marie was left gasping and in pain.

Jenny had watched the entire scene thus far in complete fascination, wishing it were her, but at the same time thankful that it was not. Nevertheless, she had her own discomfort to attend to, stuck in the box as she was.

\"That collar doesn't seem so bad now, eh?\" P.D. asked Anne Marie. \"Or should I put the weights back on?\"

\"No, sir, please!\" Anne Marie begged.

P.D. was satisfied to leave the clamps off for now. He went to a rack nearby and picked up a thick wooden cane. Standing at the side of the wall, he looked back and forth from the trapped woman's front half to her back half.

\"I don't know which end I want to work on first,\" he wondered aloud.

\"Then why not both at the same time,\" a new voice answered from the side of the barn.

Anne Marie was unable to turn to see this new arrival, but she immediately recognized the voice. Jenny turned within her box to see that, indeed, it was Sister Dee. The strict and evil woman strode into the barn wearing a full length black nun's habit, complete with a bonnet over her hair and a big wooden crucifix hanging from her neck.

\"Sister Dee!\" P.D. said. \"I was hoping you'd join us. We have a very naughty girl here and she needs to be punished.\"

\"Well I'd be happy to help,\" Sister Dee announced, striding into the room. She undid a button at the neck of her robe and pulled the garment free. Underneath she was wearing a decidedly less pious ensemble. She wore only knee length black leather boots and a black leather corset that lifted and displayed her perky bare tits for all to see.

Sister Dee walked up next to the box that Jenny was trapped within and tossed her discarded robe on top of it, covering Jenny's head. Jenny harrumphed into her gag. She wanted to see what was going on, and, equally important to her career prospects, she wanted to be seen by the viewers. She waggled her head back and forth, as much as the box would allow anyway. She bit back a groan as an especially sharp staple nicked her nipple in the ensuing struggle. After a moment she was rewarded with the heavy robe sliding free from her head and dropping to the floor.

Sister Dee turned as she saw her garment fall. She paced over to Jenny and slapped her hard across the face. Jenny grunted with the impact, her cheek turning bright red. \"Did I say that you could remove that, slave?\" she asked.

\"Mmmph,\" Jenny replied. Sister Dee slapped her other cheek, leaving her ears ringing.

\"Maybe you need something to help keep you more still?\" she suggested. She deftly grabbed ahold of Jenny's long, black hair and divided it into two long ponytails, one on each side. Then she pulled one ponytail over to either side of the box and tied it in place on a ring screwed into the wood. Jenny winced as Sister Dee yanked at her hair to remove any remaining slack before tying them off. Her scalp screamed in pain at the tension. The effect was to prevent Jenny from moving her head at all, really. Her ponytails tethered her in that one spot permanently.

\"That's better,\" Sister Dee remarked. She gave Jenny another hard slap on each cheek to make sure. The impacts rattled her brain, they were so hard. A few more slaps brought tears to Jenny's eyes. Each strike jerked hard at her scalp as her hair anchored the blow.

With Jenny's face glowing red and stinging, Sister Dee turned her attention back to Anne Marie. \"Which side do you want first?\" she asked P.D.

\"I think I'd like to start on her ass,\" he said. \"Nothing like a good caning to get a girl warmed up.\"

\"Ok, good,\" said Sister Dee, moving around to Anne Marie's head and sitting down on the stool. \"I've been wanting to work over these tits for some time.\"

Anne Marie watched helplessly as her two tormentors casually discussed how they'd like to abuse her. She eyed Sister Dee warily as the woman lifted her hands to her tits, but before Dee could even do anything her ass exploded in pain when P.D. hit her with his first hard strike of the cane across her buttocks.

\"Ohhh!\" Anne Marie cried out in pain. Not to be outdone, Dee wound up and delivered a crushing slap across Anne Marie's left tit sending the fleshy mound swinging. Dee gave an equally devastating slap to her right tit just as P.D. laid into her with another strike. Anne Marie screamed in pain.

Sister Dee, annoyed at having the slave scream so close to her ear, slapped Anne Marie across the face then got up to get a gag. She returned as P.D. struck her with the cane for a third time. Dee took advantage of Anne Marie's holler of pain to wedge a ring gag in behind her teeth. Then she shoved an inflatable ball in behind the ring and began pumping it up. The ball swelled larger and larger, filling the entirety of Anne Marie's mouth, but Dee kept pumping. The ball, running out of room to expand up and down, inflated towards the back of the woman's throat. Anne Marie coughed and thrashed as the ball grew and cut off her air supply. Dee stopped, watching the struggling and suffocating slave. Anne Marie's face began to grow darker. Dee waited for P.D. to land another blow from his cane, sending Anne Marie reeling, before she backed off the inflation just a tad and allowed Anne Marie to breathe once again. Then she returned her attention to the poor woman's tits.

Dee slapped Anne Marie's tits around for a few more minutes while P.D. added to the growing collection of red stripes across her ass. Then P.D. cast aside his cane and found a leather strap, while he did so Anne Marie had a brief respite from the assault on her lower body and had only to worry about the agony being meted out to her aching tits. The respite was short lived, however, as P.D. soon returned and delivered a loud, hard slap to the backs of her thighs. Anne Marie briefly collapsed, falling hard onto the dull spikes lining the hole in the wall and tugging fiercely on her collared neck. She quickly propped herself back up and braced herself for the next lightning strike to her thighs.

Dee, too, decided to mix things up. She switched from viciously slapping Anne Marie's tits to scraping and pinching them with her long sharp fingernails. Dee focused on her task intently as she poked, pinched, and prodded her way closer and closer towards the woman's nipples. She waited for an especially hard strike from P.D. before reaching up with both hands and cruelly crushing each of her nipples with a vice-like grip and twisting. Anne Marie shrieked and bucked. It seemed like she was about to faint. Dee smiled and let go, then stood up from the stool.

\"Care to switch?\" she called out over the wall.

\"Sure,\" P.D. answered, coming around to ply his trade against Anne Marie's upper body.

Sister Dee walked around to the back side while P.D. lined up his leather strap to strike down onto Anne Marie's defenseless upper back. He laid down his first stripe while Dee admired his handiwork on her bottom half, from the way Anne Marie's ass wriggled back and forth P.D. seemed to be doing equally as good a job against her top half. She stepped up to the abused woman and mercilessly began pinching the dark purple bruises that had begun to form on her ass and legs. This elicited fresh screams from the other side of the wall. After several more pinches, as well as several more slaps from P.D.'s strap, Anne Marie was left trembling in pain.

P.D. tired of using his leather strap and decided to take a different tack. He went and retrieved a gallon-sized plastic bag and a thin leather cord. Dee, also seeking a change, went off to find her signature wooden yardstick so she could mete out some punishment with that.

P.D. sat down on the stool and wiped away the tears from Anne Marie's face. \"You look so beautiful when you cry,\" he said softly. He kissed her cheek and nuzzled her neck, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Then he pulled the plastic bag over her head and tied the cord around her neck. The clear plastic puffed in and out as Anne Marie recycled her own breath. P.D. stared intently as the inside of the bag started to fog up. Anne Marie suddenly jumped. Sister Dee had found her yardstick and brought the implement hard up between Anne Marie's legs, crashing it against her vulnerable cunt. Anne Marie began to panic as her air ran out. P.D. coolly reached up and loosened the bag. Anne Marie took short frantic breaths of the fresh air, then squealed again as Sister Dee landed another strike against her cunt. P.D. smiled and retied the bag.

\"You will breathe when I decide,\" he instructed her. \"Let's say after three more strikes from Dee.\"

Anne Marie stared back at him with eyes full of misery. She braced herself for the next blow but there was no way to lessen the pain of the impact against her poor pussy. Snap! The yardstick whistled up between her legs and made contact. Anne Marie screamed. There was a pause. Snap! Dee raised the yardstick for a second time. Anne Marie struggled and pulled uselessly against the shackles holding her wrists to the wall. She was starting to feel light-headed. She pleaded with her eyes for mercy. Snap! Dee brought the yardstick up again, breaking it in half in the process. She cursed and threw the ruined item away. P.D. reached up and loosened the bag.

\"This is getting me pretty turned on,\" P.D. announced. \"Dee, wanna switch?\"

\"Sure,\" she replied. \"I'd love to have another go at those tits.\"

The two tormentors switched sides again. P.D. surveyed the damage wrought by Sister Dee. Anne Marie flinched as he ran his fingers along her battered cunt.

\"I bet that's feeling pretty sore,\" P.D. called over the wall. \"Maybe there's another hole I can use.\"

Anne Marie perked up as she felt a squirt of cold lube on her asshole. P.D. pulled his rock hard cock out of his pants and pressed it against her ass. Anne Marie gasped as he entered her. Sister Dee took the opportunity to reapply the plastic bag to her victim's head. She watched with a sadistic smile as Anne Marie struggled for breath while P.D. reamed her ass. He rammed in and out, throwing his weight against her, slamming her hips forward against the wall. Dee released the bag as Anne Marie's eyes began to flutter. She tossed the bag away and went to seek some new torment for her victim.

P.D. saw his partner step away and decided to pause as well so he could check on his other slave. He slid his cock free of Anne Marie's ass and walked over to Jenny. He looked down at her and said, \"What do you think so far? Wish it was you?\"

Jenny looked over at the suffering and exhausted woman. She was terrified by the shocking brutality and felt bad for the poor woman, and yet, the wetness she felt between her legs betrayed her deeper feelings on the matter.

P.D. leaned down and tore the tape free from Jenny's mouth. He pried out Anne Marie's saliva soaked panties and looked down at her.

\"Maybe you'd like to be a little more involved?\" he suggested, positioning himself in front of the box.

Jenny stared ahead at P.D.'s shit-streaked cock inches away from her face. Her stomach turned. She was absolutely revolted. Surely he wouldn't expect her to suck his filthy dick!

\"Open,\" he ordered. Jenny stared at him. She couldn't. Her brain told her to do it, but her mouth refused to open. The smell alone made her want to vomit. P.D. slapped her across the face. \"I said open,\" he growled. Jenny resisted and he reached down to pinch her nose shut. As she inevitably opened her mouth to get air she knew she couldn't win. P.D. shoved his revolting dick into her mouth. Jenny gagged and felt nauseous as he slid it in and out.

\"Use your tongue. Get it clean,\" he commanded. He roughly fucked her face, ramming himself into her. Jenny's head was unable to shift with the thrusts and tugged harshly at her hair that anchored her in place. Once P.D. was satisfied that she had licked all the shit from his cock he pulled it out. He rubbed his stiff dick all over her face, smearing her with her own saliva. He returned to Anne Marie as Jenny wanly stared ahead trying not to think about what just happened and hoping to keep down her breakfast.

P.D. took up his position behind Anne Marie just as Sister Dee was returning to her stool on the other side. He resumed pounding Anne Marie's battered round ass, this time adding slaps to her bruised butt cheeks as he slammed her forward with his thrusts.

Sister Dee, meanwhile, was keen to show Anne Marie what she had just retrieved. She held before the tortured woman a shiny metal eight inch long skewer.

\"You know where this is going, don't you?\" Dee teased, waving the skewer in front of Anne Marie's face. Anne Marie was terrified. She simply shook her head lightly back and forth, unbelieving what was about to happen.

Dee reached down and cruelly pinched Anne Marie's nipple, pulling it down and away from the woman's chest. This alone elicited a pained groan from her. Next she lined up the point of the skewer on the outside of her breast, parallel to the ground. Anne Marie held her breath. She completely tuned out the vigorous butt fucking she was getting on the other side of the wall from P.D. With a sudden movement, Dee jabbed inward. Anne Marie shrieked as the sharp skewer entered her breast. She howled and howled as Dee pressed hard into it, driving it deep into her fleshy tit. It finally burst through on the other side, gleaming and bloodied.

\"What did you just do over there?\" P.D. asked from the other side of the wall. \"Whatever it was, she tensed up fantastically. It felt great! Do it again!\"

\"Well, you heard the man,\" Dee said, picking up another skewer.

Anne Marie looked at it and took short panicked breaths. Dee grabbed ahold of the woman's other nipple and yanked it down. She lined up the second skewer to mirror the previous one. She waited until she felt Anne Marie slammed forward by a hard thrust from P.D. With his cock fully embedded within her ass, Sister Dee thrust the second skewer into place, eliciting a similar response to the first one.

P.D. demanded more and Dee was happy to oblige. She positioned the next skewer to pierce from the underside of Anne Marie's breast up through the top. This got an even greater reaction than the two others. Anne Marie was a total mess. She could hardly see through the tears filling her eyes. As Dee pierced her for the fourth time with a skewer to mirror the third, it was finally too much for P.D. He grunted and blew his load deep into Anne Marie's ass.

Sister Dee was now out of skewers, and P.D.'s sadistic lust had been sated for the time being. He pulled his softening cock out of Anne Marie and marched over to Jenny to have her clean it up. Jenny couldn't hide her disgust at his dick, covered in cum and shit, but she wisely opened her mouth and licked him clean. Afterward, he tucked his cock away in his pants and joined Sister Dee on the side of the wall with Anne Marie's top half.

He instructed Sister Dee to remove the gag from the slave. While she did so, he went to a table and wrote something down on a scrap of paper.

\"We're just about finished with you,\" he said to Anne Marie. \"But first you're going to get some more cane strokes. I wrote down how many I think you need on this piece of paper. I want you to tell me how many you think you deserve, but if your number is less than mine then you'll get double what I wrote.\"

He sat down on the stool and looked Anne Marie in the eye. \"So how many do you think you deserve?\"

Anne Marie looked at him despairingly. She sniffled and thought. She didn't want to guess too low. \"Um, fifteen, sir?\" she ventured.

\"Fifteen?\" P.D. said. \"You think you deserve fifteen strokes?\"

\"Yes, sir,\" Anne Marie replied, uncertain whether she'd guessed too low or too high.

\"Well let me show you this,\" he said, unfolding his paper. He held it up in front of Anne Marie so that she could see it. The paper said '5'.

\"I think five would have been plenty,\" P.D. explained. \"But if you think you deserve fifteen, then we'll have to give you what you asked for.\"

Anne Marie began to cry again. Her guess was terrible. Even if she had wagered too low she wouldn't have gotten as many strokes as she was now due.

\"The next question,\" P.D. said, \"is who would you like to give you the strokes? Me or Sister Dee?\"

Anne Marie looked back and forth between the smiling sadists. It was like being asked if she wanted to be mauled by a tiger or to wrestle with a bear. P.D. was stronger and would strike harder. Sister Dee was more cruel and would probably hit the same spot over and over again.

P.D. read her hesitation and decided for her. \"Here's what we'll do,\" he said. \"I'll give you five and Sister Dee will give you five. If you can keep from screaming then we will forgo the last five.\"

P.D. picked up his cane and disappeared around the other side of the wall. Swish! Crack! Before Anne Marie was even expecting it, P.D. laid into her ass with the first strike. Anne Marie closed her eyes and threw her head back, swallowing the pain. Whack! He hit her again, this time on her thighs. Anne Marie groaned. Whack! A hard strike across her ass.

Then, unexpectedly, she felt P.D. grab her right ankle, release the shackle holding it to the wall, and lift it up. She realized what this meant just as the cane crashed down on the sole of her foot. Whack! Anne Marie bit her lip so hard that it bled. But she did not scream. He set her foot back down on the box and she winced in pain as she put her weight back on it. Of course her misery demanded symmetry, so Anne Marie was not surprised when she felt her other foot unshackled and lifted. Whack! Anne Marie fell hard against the spikes lining the hole in the wall that held her in place. Her head swam with pain. But, still, she did not scream.

P.D. was impressed. He handed the cane to Sister Dee and nodded. Dee took a moment to size up her opponent, considering where she could have the greatest effect. As Anne Marie feared, the woman targeted the nastiest looking bruise that she had acquired during the shoot. She lined up the cane against an area at the top of Anne Marie's thighs. Whack! Whack! Whack! She struck with three sharp blows in rapid succession. Anne Marie opened her mouth, but no sound came out, her silent scream hanging in the air, punctuated by short sharp breaths from the aching woman.

Sister Dee let Anne Marie savor the pain. She took her time, waited for her to relax. Then... whack! She hit the same area again. Anne Marie would have screamed loudly at that one, but first she collapsed. Her neck yanked hard against the chain attached to her collar and instead she choked. She coughed and shuddered as she fought to lift her weight from her neck. She was bawling now as she regained her feet.

There was one stroke left and Sister Dee was determined to get Anne Marie to break. She paced back and forth, considering where to strike. She smirked as she touched the tip of the cane to the floor between Anne Marie's legs. With a violent flip of the wrist she slammed the cane upward, hard against Anne Marie's unexpecting cunt. This was simply too much for Anne Marie. She emitted a shrill, piercing scream and then fainted.

P.D. was quick to move in as Anne Marie collapsed. He raised her upper body to keep her from strangling herself on her collar. He began to undo the chain from where it attached to the wall. Sister Dee, however, still stood cane in hand. \"I win,\" she declared. \"Five more.\" She didn't care that Anne Marie had lost consciousness. She took up position and delivered five more hard strikes to Anne Marie's backside, ones that she was certain to feel once she woke up later. She tossed down the cane. It clattered to the floor as she picked up her robe and casually walked out the door.

Jenny watched, stunned, as the crew members scurried in to release Anne Marie from the wall. They undid her shackles and pried away the heavy wooden planks from the top. Once she was free P.D. slung her over his shoulder and carried her away. To where, Jenny did not know. She remained, trapped and kneeling within her wooden box, processing what she had just seen.

With Anne Marie gone, the two remaining crew members packed away the rest of the equipment while Jenny watched. Once that job was done the two men turned to her.

\"Hey, new girl,\" one of them said, \"how did you like the show?\"

Jenny didn't answer.

\"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?\" he joked. \"You know, P.D. usually rewards us after a good shoot by letting us fuck the model afterwards. Since she seems to be out of commission, maybe you'll have to do.\"

\"And then you'll let me out?\" Jenny asked.

He answered her question with his own. \"How good of a cocksucker are you?\" he asked.

Jenny thought the conversation might be headed in this direction. Honestly, she'd have been willing to do just about anything to get out of the box. After spending so long with all her weight resting on her knees, they were killing her. And her tits! By now they'd been scraped and scratched all over from the sharp staples. So, as the man approached and slipped his cock from his pants, she obediently opened her mouth and beckoned him in.

The man was on her in a second. He slipped his rapidly swelling member past her lips and closed his eyes as Jenny expertly licked and sucked his cock, giving it her best effort. Under such an eager onslaught the man didn't last long. After only a minute he pulled his dick out and sprayed his load all over Jenny's face. She blinked in surprise as copious amounts of semen blasted across her forehead, into her eyes, and even in her hair. The cum didn't even have a chance to finish running down her face before the second man was on her.

Jenny got to work sucking this next dick presented to her mouth. This man, however, was not so quick to get off. As befitting a man in his line of work, he seemed intent on making Jenny suffer while she sucked. He grabbed each of her ponytails with his hands and used them for leverage to ram his cock hard into the back of her throat. Jenny's eyes bulged out as she was forced to deepthroat his cock. He held his dick in her throat cutting off her air supply. Jenny fought and grunted, but with her trapped in the box and him with a firm hold on her hair, it was a futile effort.

He eventually relented. Pulling his cock out of her mouth, he allowed her to take a few breaths while he whacked her across the face with his thick meaty dick. Once she had taken in a few breaths he was back in, vigorously fucking her throat. Jenny choked and gagged for another minute before the man grunted and fired his load down her throat. Jenny did her best to swallow down every drop and keep it there.

The man put his cock back in his pants and turned to his colleague. \"Not bad,\" he said. \"Let's go grab some dinner.\"

The men started walking towards the door. \"Wait!\" Jenny called. \"What about me? You said you'd let me out.\"

They stopped and looked at her, smiling devilishly. \"We never said any such thing,\" one said. \"We're not allowed to let you out. That's up to P.D. See ya later!\"

They turned out the lights and closed the door. Jenny groaned in frustration and pain. Her knees hurt so bad. Her neck was stiff. She just wanted to be let out so that she could crawl back into her cell and recover.

She waited for what felt like hours. Trapped in the dark, alone, and increasingly frightened that she'd been forgotten. Finally she heard the door creak open. P.D. entered carrying a lantern.

\"Oh, please, sir! Let me out of here!\" Jenny begged as he approached.

P.D. set down the lantern on the floor and pulled up a stool. \"I brought you something to eat,\" he said as he untied her ponytails from the sides of the box. He then held an energy bar in front of her face. Jenny was famished, but that was the least of her worries. Nonetheless, she ate the food that was offered to her. She took big bites and quickly wolfed it down. Next P.D. tipped up a large water bottle for her to drink. Once she finished that he stood up. \"It's getting late,\" he said. \"We ought to get you put away for the night.\"

Jenny was so relieved. She wanted nothing more than to be able to stand up and stretch her legs. But instead of reaching for the bolts that enclosed the box, P.D. went and retrieved a wheeled hand truck. She couldn't hide her disappointment and he slid the hand truck beneath the bottom of the box. Apparently he intended to transport her back to her cell via the box.

\"Why don't you hold the lantern for me,\" P.D. suggested. He picked it up and inserted the curved handle into her mouth. Jenny bit down and held onto it with her teeth. She nearly dropped it as the box was suddenly tipped back onto the hand truck. Her weight was thrown against the back of the box, wrenching her neck and mashing her body against her bound arms. P.D. wheeled her to the door and out into the early evening air. Once they were out of the barn the uneven ground jostled her back and forth within the box. Jenny grunted and tried to brace herself to keep from being shaken too much, but she was soon distracted by a new concern. They were not headed back towards the enclosure that she had spent the previous night in. Instead they were headed out into a field.

Jenny looked around, getting more and more worried. P.D. stopped and pulled the hand truck out from under the box. Jenny suddenly knew where she was! It looked different in the dim light of the lantern, but she was back to the place she had been earlier in the day where she had dug the hole. The hole was still there, but now there was a metal frame beside it with a winch attached to a long arm hanging over the hole!

\"Nnngh! Nnngh!\" Jenny begged, still holding the lantern in her mouth.

P.D. ignored her and attached a set of chains from the winch to the top of the box. With a loud rattling of the chains he lifted her free of the ground and swung the box over the hole. Then he slowly lowered her in. Jenny felt so stupid. This entire time in the box, she had never made the connection to her previous task that day. The hole she had dug fit the dimensions of her wooden prison perfectly. Even the frame P.D. had been working on earlier was the very same one being used now to put her in place. She had dug her own pit and now was set to be buried in it.

The box hit the ground and P.D. grabbed the shovel Jenny had left there earlier in the day. He began throwing piles of dirt in around the sides of the box. Jenny's panic grew with every shovelful. She was to be left here overnight in this awful box. She was so cramped and uncomfortable, this was a nightmare.

P.D. scooped the last bit of dirt into place, packing it down so that it was level with the top of the box. Just as he finished there was a blinding flash of lightning and the rumble of thunder.

\"Looks like rain,\" P.D. said as he cast the shovel aside and took his lantern from Jenny's mouth. He shrugged. \"Good night.\"

\"Wait!\" Jenny called after him as he strolled away. \"Please, sir, don't leave me here!\"

The first raindrops began to fall as P.D. faded into the night.

Chapter 8

The rain came down in buckets and Jenny was soon drenched. She kneeled, trapped within her box, amidst the raging tempest. She was buffeted by wind and rain as thunder and lightning crashed all around her. She stared in terror at the metal frame beside her, a makeshift lightning rod, just tempting the storm to strike.

Jenny hadn't realized it when she dug the hole, nor did she know any better at the time, but the hole was at the bottom of a gentle incline in the dirt. As the rain fell it ran down the short hill and began to collect in the hole. Soon the water was up to her waist and rising. She shivered against the chill and endured.

Eventually the storm died down and Jenny was able to relax somewhat. Her knees were beyond aching, they were now a constant pain. Despite her misery, she was exhausted and she soon found herself drifting off to sleep. Though she was awakened several times during the night as further waves of rain swept past, but she slept well into the morning.

She was finally roused awake for good by the sound of barking. She craned her stiff neck to find the source of the din and saw a big, muscular dog bounding through the muddy field in her direction. The dog's owner was nowhere in sight.

The dog made a beeline straight for her and excitedly sniffed at her face, filling her nostrils with his horrid dog breath.

\"Get away! Shoo!\" Jenny shouted, trying to scare the animal off, but the dog ignored her and gave several raucous barks in reply. After smelling all about and circling her several times Jenny watched in horror as the dog sidled up beside her and lifted his leg.

\"No! Bad dog! Bad- blegh!\" Jenny shouted, too late. The dog let loose with a hot stream of piss all over her face, hitting her right in the mouth. She quickly snapped her lips shut and twisted away, but she couldn't move much while stuck in the ground. She was soon drenched in pungent, nauseating dog piss.

After he finished relieving himself the dog bounded away with a few more happy barks and Jenny was left with piss running down her face, humiliated and miserable.

Nearly an hour later Jenny saw Sister Dee marching through the field with a picnic basket tucked under her arm. She wore a short, flowy dress and heavy combat boots. Jenny's stomach rumbled, though she feared the arrival of her cruel mistress. Dee walked up and stood inches away from Jenny's face.

\"Ugh, this rain has made everything all muddy. Just look at my new boots!\" she said, indifferent to Jenny's suffering. \"Why don't you do me a favor while you're down there, go ahead and lick them clean for me.\" She shifted her muddy boot closer to Jenny's mouth.

\"But, mistress, they're just going to get muddy again when you go back,\" Jenny protested.

Dee sneered at the pitiful woman entombed before her. She dropped her basket, leaned over and slapped Jenny so hard it made her ears ring. \"If I wanted your opinion I would have asked for it,\" she spat. \"I told you to do something and I expect you to do it. Besides I'm sure 411 will be more than happy to clean them again when I get back to the house.\" She lifted the heavy muddy sole of her boot to Jenny's head and smeared the filth all over Jenny's hair. \"Here,\" she said, \"I'll even wipe most of the mud off for you.\"

After using Jenny's hair as a rag to wipe off the majority of the mud, she set her boot down once more in front of Jenny's face and stared at her expectantly. Jenny begrudgingly stuck her tongue out and began licking the boot clean. She struggled to choke down the dirt as Sister Dee repositioned her foot over and over to present a different dirty part of her boot. Once the first one was finished she shifted her stance so that Jenny could work on the next one.

Finally she finished. Jenny couldn't get the taste of mud out of her mouth. She tried spitting some of the dirt out but her mouth was too dry. Dee watched, amused, then she bent over and pulled a bottle of water out of the picnic basket.

\"Here, why don't you rinse your mouth out with this?\" she suggested. Jenny was surprised by the unexpected mercy the woman was showing her. Sister Dee tipped up the bottle and let Jenny rinse and spit. Then she tipped up the bottle and allowed Jenny to drink her fill.

\"All better?\" Sister Dee asked.

\"Yes, mistress, thank you,\" Jenny replied.

\"Good,\" Dee said. \"Why don't we get you some breakfast then?\" She returned to her picnic basket and pulled out a towel. She spread it out on the ground just in front of Jenny's face. \"The first thing on the menu,\" she said sitting down on the towel and positioning a leg on either side of Jenny's head, \"is me.\"

Dee hiked up her dress so that Jenny was staring at the woman's bald and glistening pussy just a few inches in front of her face. Now her kindness made sense. Dee didn't care if Jenny ate a whole field full of mud, she just didn't want someone with a filthy tongue to lick her pussy.

\"Now do a good job, or no dessert,\" Dee warned and slid further forward.

Jenny had never licked another woman's pussy before. She tentatively darted her tongue forward and licked at Dee's soft flesh.

\"No, no, no,\" Dee admonished. \"I want you to really go at it. Lick all up and down, get your tongue in deep.\" She grabbed Jenny's head and mashed her face forward into her waiting cunt. Jenny resisted as her face was pressed into her mistress's crotch. She couldn't breathe with her nose mashed up against her pelvis. Dee pressed more insistently and Jenny slid her tongue into the woman's pussy, vigorously lapping at her bits. \"Better,\" Dee said, releasing Jenny's head so that she could get a breath. Jenny didn't let up. She kept massaging her mistress's pussy with her tongue, eager to do a good job so that Dee wouldn't deprive her of oxygen again. She was soon rewarded with several soft moans.

Dee leaned back so that Jenny could work on her from a better angle. Jenny licked and slurped, tasting her mistress's pussy juices as they began to flow freely. Dee closed her eyes and threw her head back. She rocked her hips back and forth driving Jenny's tongue deep into her snatch. In and out, in and out. Finally, after a few more minutes she came. Her face flushed and she clamped her legs tightly together, trapping Jenny's head within her powerful thighs. Jenny could feel the woman's entire body shudder and tremble, and then relax.

\"Good girl,\" Dee gushed. \"Now for your next treat.\"

She stood up and adjusted her dress then returned to the picnic basket. She retrieved a thin plate and a can that Jenny immediately recognized as the awful dog food she'd had before. Sister Dee set the plate down before her and opened the can. She plopped the unappetizing mass down right in front of Jenny's nose. \"If you eat quickly then I'll take you out of your box for a little while before you start your chores,\" she said.

Jenny didn't need to be told twice. She attacked the horrible smelling food quickly, taking big bites. The taste was just as awful as she remembered, but she swallowed it down eagerly. She wanted nothing more than to be released from her confining wooden box. She yearned to stretch her legs and flex her arms, or even just to lie horizontal for a bit. In less than a minute the food was all gone.

Dee held up the plate so that Jenny could lick it clean. She put the plate away and regarded the slave before her. Jenny's hair was caked in mud and her face was slathered in pussy juice and dog food. Her eyes were puffy and red from lack of sleep. She stared eagerly up at her mistress, hopeful for release.

Sister Dee picked up the shovel and cleared some of the dirt away from the top of the box. Then she lowered the chains on the frame and attached them to the anchors that protruded from it. She hauled on the chains to lift the box up out of the ground, but the box didn't budge.

\"Hmm,\" Sister Dee pondered. \"The rain must have settled the dirt. Do me a favor and rock back and forth in there while I pull on the chains. I think that ought to help nudge you free.\"

Jenny threw her weight back as hard as she could, trying to dislodge the box from the dirt. But she hesitated to slam herself forward, the staples still protruded sharply before her breasts. Instead she gently shifted her weight forward so that she could thrust herself backwards again. Dee pulled hard on the chains, but still Jenny didn't budge.

\"Come on,\" she encouraged. \"Unless you want to wait for P.D. to come dig you out you're going to have to do better than that.\"

Jenny really didn't want to spend another minute trapped in this prison. She bit her lip and threw herself hard into the front of the box. She swallowed a scream as the dozens of sharp barbs jabbed into her tits. She threw her weight backwards. Then forwards again. Her head swam with pain as she impaled herself on the staples again. But this time she felt the box shift. It lifted up an inch.

\"Keep going,\" Dee said. \"I think we're getting it.\"

Jenny rocked herself back and forth, back and forth. The pain in the tits told her to stop, but she forced herself to keep going. She thumped against the sides over and over. She breathed heavy. Sweat grew on her brow. Finally, the wet mud released its grip on her and Sister Dee hauled her free of the hole. She pivoted the frame away from the hole and set the box on the ground. Jenny eagerly waited while Dee unlatched the back and then the top of the box. She let them fall to the ground with a thud. Jenny spilled out after them.

For the first time in nearly a day she was able to unfurl her legs. She tentatively flexed her stiff neck which was ringed with abrasions from where it had held her head immobile. Dee produced a knife and cut free the bindings that held Jenny's arms behind her back. Jenny sobbed in relief. She looked down at her bruised knees which had born her weight that whole time. She rubbed her cramped and aching muscles. But when she looked down at her tits she gasped. It looked like her chest had been attacked by a weed wacker. She was covered all over in cuts and scrapes, some of them freshly inflicted and bleeding from her recent jostling.

While Jenny appraised the damage she had sustained Sister Dee had busied herself with a different task. She was standing nearby driving a stake into the ground with a heavy mallet. Attached to the top of the stake was a long chain and a metal collar. Once the stake was firmly lodged in the ground she picked up the collar, approached Jenny, and locked it around her neck.

\"I need to go take care of a few other things now,\" Dee said. \"While I'm gone I want you to fill in your hole.\"

\"Yes, mistress,\" Jenny replied.

Dee stalked away and Jenny dragged herself to her feet. Her muscles cramped and protested after being cooped up for so long. She picked up the shovel and shuffled over to the hole then began filling it in. It wasn't long before the task was finished. Sister Dee had still not returned. Jenny decided to take advantage of the downtime to rest. She found a patch of grass and laid down, it wasn't long before she fell fast asleep.

She awoke some time later to Dee's boot kicking her in the ribs. \"Wake up, slave! I've got a job for you,\" she said.

Before Jenny could even wipe the grogginess from her eyes Dee was upon her. She rolled Jenny onto her stomach and sat down on her back. She reached over to a bag nearby and withdrew several lengths of rope. She tied each ankle to her thigh on the same leg. Then she spun around and tied her arms likewise, with each wrist attached to her bicep. A final length of rope was bound into her hair and a twenty pound kettlebell weight was tied into the end of the five feet of remaining slack. For one final touch, Dee dug out a thick buttplug and told Jenny to get it wet before cramming the item into her dry hole.

Dee stood up and admired her slave who stood before her on elbows and knees. \"Since you've proven yourself to have a decently skilled tongue, I figured you could help me out with some cleaning,\" Dee said. She tipped open her bag so Jenny could peer inside. She saw a stack of dildos of various shapes and sizes within.

\"I want you to lick these clean and return them to the bag when you're done. I'll be back in about 90 minutes or so. I expect the job to be done and for my dildos to be spotless. Understood?\"

\"Yes, mistress,\" Jenny replied.

\"Don't fail me. For every dildo you screw up, it will be ten strokes of the cane on your ass and five on your tits,\" she added then she picked up her bag of dicks. \"Here, I'll help you soak them,\" Dee said. \"You don't want to know where they've been,\" she added. She marched over to a huge, muddy puddle and opened the bag. Then she flung the contents out into the puddle. Jenny watched in horror as the dildos scattered and splashed down into the murky muddy water. She tried to memorize the approximate location of each one as it sank. Dee marched away.

Jenny quickly scurried towards the puddle, eager to gather the dildos before she forgot where they landed. She had forgotten about the weight attached to her hair and felt her head yanked back hard as she ran out of slack. That was certainly going to make the job more difficult. She swung her neck to pull at the weight, dragging it across the muddy ground and made her way to the puddle. It was easily thirty feet across and about a foot deep. Unfortunately the water was murky and she couldn't see the bottom.

She waded into the puddle, feeling her elbows and knees sink into the soft mud at the bottom. She was able to find the first dildo rather quickly by poking about in the mud with her elbow. She held her breath and thrust her head down into the cloudy water. When her mouth made contact with the fake cock she wrapped her lips around it and brought it to the surface. She made her way back to the edge of the puddle and dropped off the dildo before trudging back in to retrieve the next one.

The next two dildos were easily found, but when she brought the third one back to her staging area she saw that the mid-afternoon sun was beginning to dry the mud onto the first one she had retrieved. She decided that she'd need to clean them as she goes to keep the task from getting too difficult. She quickly got to work licking and sucking the dirt and filth off of the fake cocks. The ones she had cleaned she moved off to a grassy area nearby to dry.

Jenny kept working, but each dildo took more time than the last. As time passed she had forgotten where in the puddle they had sunk and she was forced to meticulously search back and forth to find them. In addition, walking about on her knees and elbows quickly grew tiring, not to mention the weight tied to her hair which she had to drag around behind her. Her neck was aching, her knees and elbows hurt, and she'd swallowed enough dirt to plant a small garden in.

Jenny finished cleaning the eighth dildo, unaware of how much time had passed and how much she had left. She trudged back to the puddle to resume her search. She made a pass through the middle, feeling about on the ground the whole way, then when she turned to search in the other direction, movement off to the side caught her eye. She looked over to see the dog from earlier in the day rooting around in her pile of cleaned dildos! The hound was playfully picking them up and tossing them about, scattering them into the dirt.

\"No!\" Jenny shouted at the dog. \"Get away you filthy mongrel!\"

She hurried over to the edge of the puddle, hurling expletives along the way, hoping to drive the dog off. The dog instead picked up a dildo and brought it to her, dropping it in front of her, expecting her to throw it so he could play fetch.

\"Oh, you stupid beast!\" Jenny raged, trying to butt the dog away with her head. She looked over in exasperation and worry to see all her collected and cleaned dildos dirtied once again. She felt like crying.

A shrill whistle pierced the air. Both Jenny and the dog perked up and looked in the direction of the sound. There, cresting a hill, came P.D. wearing a black shirt and cargo pants. He whistled again and the dog went bounding to his side. He leaned over and scratched the dog between the ears. The dog followed closely at his side as P.D. trudged over to where Jenny labored.

\"I see you've met Ravisher,\" he said to Jenny when he arrived.

Jenny looked up from the dildo that she was cleaning doggy slobber off of. \"Yes, sir,\" she said.

\"He's very friendly,\" P.D. remarked. \"And he's better trained than most slaves I've met. Check this out.\" Jenny watched as he gave the dog several commands, which the dog obediently followed.

\"Good boy, Ravisher,\" P.D. said scratching the dog between his ears. \"And what are you up to?\" he asked Jenny.

\"Sister Dee has asked me to clean these dildos for her. I was just about finished when the dog came over and - oh!\" Jenny surged forward as she felt the dog's wet nose about poke her in her pussy. She twisted away, but the dog followed, sniffing at her cunt.

\"I think he likes you,\" P.D. remarked with a smile. \"Maybe you'd like to be his new bitch?\"

The color drained from Jenny's face. Surely he was joking, right?

\"Come on, bitch,\" P.D. clapped his hands. \"Present!\"

Ravisher gave an excited bark. He knew what that command meant for him. Jenny reflexively brought her legs together. This had to be another test, she thought. He wouldn't expect her to fuck a dog. That was sick. It was degrading.

\"I said, present, bitch,\" P.D. repeated impatiently. \"Put your head down on the ground and stick your cunt up in the air!\"

Jenny didn't move. P.D. stepped forward and kicked her arms out from beneath her, then put his boot on the back of the neck, pinning her to the ground. Ravisher yelped with excitement.

\"No!\" Jenny shouted. She twisted onto her side and curled into a ball.

\"Get that cunt back up in the air!\" P.D. ordered.

Jenny held firm. \"No! I won't!\" she hollered defiantly. \"No!\"

\"When I give you an order I expect you to obey,\" P.D. seethed.

\"I won't do it! Never!\" Jenny said stubbornly.

P.D. grew red in the face. He lifted his boot from her neck and drew a knife from his pocket. Jenny stared fearfully. He reached down, and without saying a word slashed the kettlebell free from the rope attached to her hair. He wrapped the end of the rope around his hand and marched back in the direction he came from. Jenny quickly jumped up to her elbows and knees to follow, but P.D. moved at a quick pace. She tried to scurry along, but was practically dragged by her hair through the dirt and gravel until they arrived back at the barn.

He led her over to a dark corner and down some creaky wooden steps to a damp, mildewy basement. His angry silence scared Jenny more than anything. He tied her off to a post and disappeared around a corner. Jenny could hear the rattling of chains and the squeak of rusty hinges. Her heart pumped.

P.D. returned. His knife cut free the ropes binding her arms and legs. He dragged her around the corner. It was hard to see in the dim light of the single lightbulb that dangled gently from a chain on the ceiling. P.D. guided her towards a tall, narrow cage. The cage was roughly shaped like a person, narrow at the top where the occupant's head would go, then rounded at the shoulders before sloping down to encompass the rest of her body. There were few bars, but they were strategically placed to ensure that escape was impossible.

Jenny stepped into the cage, passing through a mess of spiderwebs inside and faced out towards the open door.

\"Please, sir-,\" she began.

\"I don't want to hear it!\" P.D. snapped. He lifted a thick, rusty, U-shaped iron bar to her face. \"Open!\" he snarled. Jenny reflexively obeyed. He inserted the bar into her mouth with the ends along either side of her head. There was an extra bend at the bottom of the 'U' so that it would jut into her mouth and press down her tongue. He brought a metal bracket up to the back of her head slipped the ends of the bar into it. Then he attached a heavy nut to each end and screwed them down until the bar was irreversibly pressed into her mouth. Jenny recoiled at the rusty metal taste on her tongue.

Next he attached a pair of thick leather cuffs to each of her wrists. He then locked each wrist to a side of the cage at waist height preventing Jenny from lifting her hands. He stepped away to retrieve his next item. It was two sturdy metal bars joined at both ends by long bolts. Jenny anxiously looked down at her chest as he raised the device and slipped her tits between the two bars. He deftly twisted the wingnut at the top of each bolt, slowly drawing the bars together, crushing her breasts within his titpress. He didn't stop when Jenny groaned. He didn't stop when Jenny wriggled her shoulders back and forth in protest. He especially didn't stop when Jenny begged for mercy. It wasn't until her tits began to turn a soft purple color that he finally stopped spinning the wingnuts.

But he wasn't finished there. He went and picked up a thick leather belt and strapped it around her waist. Dangling from the back was another leather strap intended to come up between her legs. Attached to that strap was a shiny metal dildo mounted on yet another bolt. He lifted the strap between her legs, guiding the dildo into her fearful cunt. She could feel it slide against the buttplug still embedded within her ass from earlier in the day. P.D. made sure to pull the strap as tight as he could before buckling it in place on the front of the belt. Then he knelt down and began to turn the bolt protruding from the dildo. As he turned Jenny could feel the dildo press deeper into her pussy. She shuddered and twisted away, but P.D. grabbed her hips and held her firm. He kept twisting, pressing the dildo deeper and deeper. Jenny was in tears now as he turned and turned. He stopped as Jenny felt the tip of the metal shaft press firmly against her cervix.

Next he acquired a pair of nipple clamps. Each of these clamps looked like a mini version of the breast press that squeezed Jenny's tits so tight, except a copper wire was wrapped around each of the little bars that comprised the clamp. He pinched first one nipple, then the other, and screwed the little clamps closed until they were sure to hold onto the tip of her breast no matter how much she thrashed. Only then did he break his silence.

\"I told you when you agreed to join me that 'no' was no longer a part of your vocabulary,\" he said. \"Do you remember that?\"

Jenny nodded her head.

\"I'm not so sure that you do,\" he admonished. He continued talking while he began to attach wires all around Jenny: one to each of her nipple clamps, one to the bolt on the bottom of her dildo, and finally a big, heavy cable that looked like it could jumpstart a car, connected to the cage itself. \"I am going to put you here in my little oubliette. Do you know that word, oubliette? It's derived from a French word meaning 'to forget'.\" He strode over to the wall and hauled on a long chain. Jenny gasped as she felt the cage lift free from the floor via a heavy chain that she hadn't noticed attached to the top. Once she was several feet above the floor he stopped, then he knelt down beneath Jenny and swung open a heavy metal trap door that covered a narrow hole in the floor \"You are going to stay here until you forget the word 'no'.\"

Jenny peered down into the dark, black pit beneath her. It was only a few inches bigger than the cage she was in. She couldn't see the bottom through the darkness. She shuddered in fear.

\"Nnngh! Nnngh!\" Jenny begged from behind the gag.

P.D. shook his head. \"You've got a tough lesson to learn,\" he said. \"Fortunately, I've got a little something to keep you company.\" He started connecting the wires to a control box resting on a table behind the pit. He returned to the winch and started lowering Jenny inch by inch into the deep dark pit. Jenny begged and pleaded, growing frantic with fear. Down she went into the darkness, lower and lower. Her shifting weight caused the cage to bang against the walls that were mere inches in front of her face.

He didn't lower her all the way to the bottom. Instead, he left her suspended within the darkness. Her pleas echoed off the cold stone walls around her. The dim light of the basement overhead cast sinister shadows down from above. But that soon went away as P.D. flipped the trapdoor closed, feeding the wires trailing up from the cage through a small slot on the side. Jenny was thrown into complete darkness. Terror and dread crept into her. How long was he going to keep her down here?

\"I'm going to connect the electricity now,\" P.D. called through the trapdoor above.

Jenny braced herself, unsure of what to expect. She shifted her weight from foot to foot. The bottom of the cage consisted of a single bar, pressing up into the arches of her feet. She noticed that that bottom bar seemed to be coated in rubber, but she wasn't sure why.

\"Here we go,\" P.D. hollered. Almost immediately Jenny felt an extreme electric blast to her tits. The electricity arced from her nipples through to her shoulders and out the bars on the back of the cage. Jenny screamed. She reflexively bit down on the hard metal bar locked into her mouth and instantly regretted it. The shock from the electricity caused her muscles to spasm and throw herself forward. When her skin broke contact with the metal bars behind her the electric torture ceased. However, her weight shifting forward caused her hips to lean against a bar on the front of the cage. As soon as they did she was hit with another jolt of electric agony, this time coursing from her nipples to her hips.

Somehow through the fog of pain Jenny realized what was happening. Her nipples were wired to one end of a generator and the cage was wired to the other, when her body made contact with the cage she closed the circuit and allowed the electricity to flow. She quickly righted herself, using the leather cuffs attached to the sides of the cage to pull herself without touching the metal. Mercifully, the shocks to her tits ceased. She realized now that while she was down here she'd have to make a conscious effort to not touch the bars of her cage. The rubber coated bar that she stood upon was to allow her to stand without her feet activating the electricity.

Jenny sobbed as she maintained her careful perch. She'd fucked up bad. How could she be so stupid? She knew it was foolish to say no and defy P.D., but she did it anyway. And now this was the price she paid.

As she wallowing in misery she noticed a barely perceptible sensation in her pussy. She held back her sobs and focused on the feeling. There was a gentle vibration coming from the dildo lodged inside her. As she focused on the sensation she could feel it slowly growing in intensity, gradually becoming stronger and stronger. Despite her predicament, or maybe because of it, Jenny began to respond to the subtly growing vibrations. Over the course of a few minutes the intensity continued to ratchet up. Jenny cooed in delight.

Then, as the vibrations began to crescendo, the vibration suddenly stopped. Zap! A second later Jenny was immediately assailed by a powerful electric shock directly into her cervix. Jenny jumped and screamed in surprise, causing her to brush against the back bars of the cage. She saw a dim blue spark as her skin made contact and her tits came alive with electricity to match the pain in her cunt.

After a few seconds the shocks from the dildo stopped. Jenny was left panting for breath, any pleasure from the vibrations quenched by her aching pussy. She began crying anew, but soon stopped as she realized that the subtle vibrations had started again! The intensity started to increase, more slowly this time it seemed. But Jenny couldn't focus on the pleasure that the gentle vibrations could bring since she knew what would happen when they stopped. Jenny's anxiety grew as the intensity grew. She was shaking in fear as the vibrations peaked. She felt the movement cease and braced herself for the shock... but nothing came. She slumped in relief, breathing heavily.

The vibrations started anew.

Jenny's stomach tied itself in knots with anxiety. This was awful. She wasn't sure whether to be afraid of a shock or not. The intensity grew even more slowly this time. Jenny focused her whole attention on what was happening in her cunt. This time as the sensation peaked she was attacked with an electric shock deep inside her. The power wasn't as extreme as the first time, but any shock to her cervix was bound to be agonizing. Fortunately this time she maintained control of herself and avoided brushing against the bars of her cage.

And so time passed. Jenny riding crescendo after crescendo of the relentless vibrator rammed into her cunt. The vibrations were never strong enough for long enough to make her cum, and besides, she had the constant worry in the pit of her stomach as to whether this time she'd receive an electric shock. Sometimes it was a tiny spark, sometimes it was an earth-shattering jolt, and sometimes it was nothing at all. The length of time between peak and reset varied as well, ranging from a few minutes to dozens.

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Jenny felt alone, afraid, and forgotten. She didn't know how long she'd spent in the pit. Her only metric for the passage of time was the variable cycling of the vibrator, her growing hunger, and her waning strength. She began to feel that P.D. would never come back. She'd be left in this dungeon until she died.

The exhaustion from remaining perched in the cage began to wear on Jenny. Her feet ached from standing on the single bar at the bottom for so long. The constant stimulation and anxiety was taking its toll. Her eyelids began to droop. Then, zap! Her forehead brushed against the bars of the cage and she was rocketed awake by the searing pain in her tits. She cried out in frustration. A few seconds later the shocker in her cunt activated and sent her reeling. Jenny hollered in a rage. She pulled uselessly against her wrists cuffs locked against the sides of the cage. She swung her weight forward and backward, careful not to touch the bars. The only effect was to send her heavy enclosure swaying gently backward and forward.

Then, there was a noise up above. Jenny's heart soared as she saw the metal door swing open and a dim light shine through. She blinked against the brightness as a flashlight's beam pierced through the darkness and illuminated her tortured body.

\"Boy, you really must have pissed off P.D. for him to put you in here,\" Sister Dee said. She set down the flashlight and stepped away. The sound of rattling chains filled the room as Dee hoisted the cage up. Jenny was giddy with relief. She took back every mean thought she'd ever had about Sister Dee, her new savior.

Dee stopped raising the cage just as Jenny's head came even with the floor. She walked towards Jenny and knelt down before her. \"I've got dinner,\" she said cheerfully. \"Even naughty slaves need to eat.\" She reached behind Jenny's head and loosened the bolts holding her gag, letting it drop around her neck.

\"Please, Sister Dee, you have to-,\" Jenny began.

\"Tut, tut,\" Dee admonished. \"You're not to talk.\"

Jenny held her tongue, still hoping that Dee would free her. Instead the woman lifted a hunk of stale bread to her mouth. \"Eat up,\" she said. Jenny's stomach rumbled. She hungrily devoured the food offered to her. Dee then tipped up a bottle of water for her to drink.

\"That's better,\" Dee said. \"Now, back to the pit. I hope you're learning a valuable lesson here.\"

\"No, please! Don't put me back in th-,\" Jenny started, but she was quickly silenced as Dee lifted the metal gag back into her mouth and bolted it back in place. Jenny sobbed in despair while Dee smiled. Then her captor reached down and yanked Jenny's hair back so that she was looking her right in the eye.

\"By the way,\" she said with acid in her voice, \"don't think that I forgot about you failing to clean my dildos. P.D. dragging you away is no excuse for an incomplete job. The way I see it, I owe you a hundred cane strokes on your ass and fifty on your tits. I'll be waiting for you when you get out.\"

Jenny's eyes shot open in terror. Dee stood up and lowered the cage back into the pit and banged the trap door overhead shut. Jenny was once again left alone in the dark.

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Jenny remained in her cage, tortured and tormented for many hours more. She was exhausted but found it difficult to rest for more than a few minutes at a time. She'd either slump up against the bars of the cage and shock her tits, or she'd be violently awakened by a jolt to her cunt. Her mind grew foggy and she lost all track of time. She didn't know if it was day or night. All she knew was darkness and pain. She had been forgotten, she was certain.

When, a long time later, the trapdoor overhead squealed open once more Jenny thought she was hallucinating. She moaned in distress, then she heard the rattle of chains and felt the cage rise up out of the pit. She wearily glanced over to see P.D. laboring to lift the cage free of the hole in the floor. Once she was clear he came over and flipped the trapdoor shut.

\"You look awful,\" P.D. said consolingly. \"Did you have a rough time in there?\"

Jenny only moaned in response.

\"Huh? What did you think?\" he pressed. His hands came up and gripped the sides of the cage. He gave it a hard shove to send it swinging. Jenny screamed as her body was thrown against the bars and her tits shocked for what felt like the thousandth time. She weakly braced herself to keep from touching the metal bars.

P.D. stopped the cage and reached up to remove the gag from her mouth. \"Do you want to come out of there?\" he asked.

\"Yes, sir,\" Jenny said softly.

\"And what are you willing to do to get out of there?\"

\"Anything,\" Jenny rasped.

\"Anything?\" P.D. repeated.

\"Yes, sir,\" Jenny agreed.

\"Alright then,\" P.D. decided. He lowered the cage to the floor walked and deactivated his electric devices. Jenny immediately slumped in relief inside the cage. \"I like this new attitude,\" he remarked.

He removed the nipple clamps and then the titpress. Next he freed her from the leather belt between her legs. As he wriggled the dildo from her pussy he noted with a smile how wet she was. He yanked the buttplug out of her ass. Finally he unlatched the front of the cage and swung it open. Jenny fell into his arms. P.D. embraced her back, nuzzling at her neck and rubbing her tense muscles, then he guided her to the floor. Jenny collapsed and just lay there.

\"Now,\" P.D. said, \"let's see if you've learned your lesson.\" He whistled and Jenny saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Her heart sank as she saw P.D.'s beastly dog come around the corner and sit by his side.

\"Bitch, present!\" P.D. ordered.

Jenny wanted so bad to resist, to tell him no, but all it took was one glance at the trapdoor on the floor next to her and all defiance ran out of her. She couldn't win and she knew it. She raised herself to her knees, keeping her forehead pressed to the floor.

\"Good,\" P.D. said. \"Keep that cunt up in the air and put your hands on flat on the floor in front of you.\"

Jenny complied, keeping a wary eye on the excited beast by P.D.'s side.

\"I expect you to hold still,\" he warned. \"If you move out of the way then it's back into the pit with you.\" He paused to admire the broken and terrified woman before him then said, \"Ravisher, mount!\"

The dog gave an excited bark and raced around behind her. Jenny winced as she felt him lift his paws onto her back. She shut her eyes as she felt his cock slip into her wet cunt. In an instant he was rock hard. Jenny gasped as she felt his doggy cock swell inside her. He started humping her with short hard thrusts. \"Oh, oh!\" Jenny cried out as he went at her with vigor. She could feel his claw scraping and scratching at her back as he pumped harder and harder. Jenny wanted to put her mind elsewhere, but forced herself to stay focused so that she wouldn't move away and be sentenced back to the pit. She cringed as she felt his slobber dribble from his mouth and drip onto her back.

Minute after minute the dog pounded away at her with a stamina she didn't think the animal was capable of. Despite herself she started to respond to his spirited fucking. She'd been teased and denied for so long by the vibrator that her pussy was starved for pleasure. She could feel her body building toward release. Her mind told her this was wrong, that she shouldn't be enjoying this, it was sick and degrading; that just turned her on more.

The dog's humping reached a frantic pace. His slobber pooled on her upper back. Jenny breathed heavier. She bit her lip to stifle her moans of pleasure. It was bad enough that she was somehow getting off on this, she didn't want P.D. to catch wind of it. But as the dog neared climax so did she. With an excited yelp she felt his cock spasm inside her. This was too much for Jenny. She lost control. \"Yes! Yes! Oh, god! Yes!\" she called out as she was rocked with an orgasm. The dog came at the same time as her, blasting his sticky load deep into her cunt.

Jenny was left gasping for breath as the dog's cock shrank and popped free of her well-fucked hole. She fell to the floor, utterly humiliated. She couldn't believe that she just orgasmed while being fucked by a dog.

\"That was quite a show!\" P.D. declared. \"Who knew you were such an enthusiastic dog fucker?\"

He ordered Ravisher away and then dragged Jenny to her feet. He guided her up the stairs with doggy cum dribbling from her cunt and threw into a cell inside the barn. Jenny fell to the floor and passed out from exhaustion.

Chapter 9

Jenny wasn't sure how long she slept, nor how long she had been hidden away in the basement. When she awoke she found a bowl of kibble and a love note 'from Ravisher' thanking her for a lovely time. Jenny blushed with shame and begrudgingly ate her kibble. She spent hours stewing in her cell, furious at how she'd been treated. They'd gone too far this time. Jenny had firmly changed her mind about this whole experience and was now ready to escape. She just had to figure out how. Anne Marie had told her that Mel could get them out, if only she could get P.D.'s van keys. She decided that was her best bet.

She spent hours waiting in the cell before P.D. finally arrived. \"Good morning, cunt,\" he said casually as he entered the barn. \"Having a good time?\" He gathered up some equipment then came over and unlocked the door to Jenny's cell. \"Ravisher has been very eager to come visit you again,\" he mentioned. Jenny's heart beat a little faster with fear. \"Unfortunately, we've got some work to do today. So he'll have to wait,\" he added. He entered the cell and told Jenny to kneel on the floor in front of him. \"We're doing another shoot today and I need you to clean up the barn. I want it spotless by the time we're ready. Understood?\"

\"Yes, sir,\" Jenny said submissively, casting her eyes down.

He came around behind her, pulled her wrists into the small of her back, and locked them together with a pair of handcuffs. He then pulled her arms together and held them in place with another pair of handcuffs just above her elbows. Next was a solid metal collar that he snapped around her neck. There was a ring on the front of the collar through which he fed a six foot long chain. At each end of the chain was a shackle which he locked onto each of her ankles.

He told Jenny to stand up. She struggled to her feet, and had to stand stooped over due to the lack of slack between her neck and her ankles. He led her to another section of the barn. The first thing that Jenny noticed there was a large glass tank. It was about eight feet high and four feet on each side. It was empty just now, but the manacles and chains resting on the floor inside suggested that it wouldn't be for long.

Jenny heard a muffled sound and looked up. There, dangling from the rafters by her ankles was Mel. The woman was entirely nude, except for a form-fitting canvas hood that had been tied onto her head. Her wrists had been tied together behind her and affixed to the small of her back by a couple loops of rope around her torso. She swayed gently from the high ceiling, seemingly unaware that anyone else had entered the room.

P.D. stole Jenny's attention away from the suspended slave by sliding over a washtub filled with warm, soapy water. He slipped around behind her and raised a gag up to her mouth. Jenny reflexively and obediently opened. The gag was a thick wooden block with a leather strap attached to it, sticking out from the front of it was a coarse bristled scrub brush. He buckled the leather strap behind her head. It was obvious now how he intended her to clean the barn.

\"I want those floors so clean that you could eat off of them,\" he warned then he walked away, leaving Jenny to her task. She sighed and dropped to her knees in front of the bucket. As she knelt down she ran her tongue along the wooden block strapped into her mouth and felt teeth marks all along it. She wondered how many other slaves had been given a similar task to hers over the years.

She dipped the brush into the soapy water and got to work. She scrubbed her way outwards from the wash bucket, making a larger and larger circle of clean floor around it. She eyed Mel warily each time she returned to the bucket to rinse her brush. The woman seemed restless and uncomfortable. She squirmed from side to side, sending her body swaying gently. From the sounds she made it was clear that beneath the hood her mouth had been packed with a gag to silence her.

Jenny made good progress and soon had about half the barn floor scrubbed clean, though her knees began to ache from crawling all along the hard wood floor. She returned to the bucket once again. The water had long since become filthy with the dirt and dust she'd scrubbed off the floor. She leaned over to dip her brush and rinse it clean. Suddenly she felt a bare foot rest on the back of her neck. Before she realized what was happening her head was pushed down into the murky water. Jenny gasped in surprise and inhaled a lungful of sudsy water. She fought to lift herself back up, but the foot pressed insistently down on the back of her neck. She kicked and thrashed. She began to panic. Her lungs burned. Finally the pressure on her head relented and she popped up above the water. She rolled onto her side coughing and choking for air. She looked up through teary eyes burning from the harsh soap. Sister Dee stared back with an evil smile on her face.

\"Well, hello,\" she said casually. \"I just wanted to make sure you were thoroughly cleaning that brush. We can't have you doing a half-assed job now, can we?\" Jenny recovered herself and crawled back to her knees. \"From now on I want you to rinse your scrub brush by dipping your entire head under the water. Got it?\" Jenny nodded. \"Good. Now get back to work. We'll be starting the shoot in a little bit.\"

Sister Dee left Jenny alone and went about her business. She connected a large hose to a faucet over on the wall then attached the other end to a valve near the bottom of the tank. She turned the hose on and the tank began filling with water. Jenny resumed her task, but now when she returned to the bucket she dipped her entire head beneath the surface. Her eyes stung from the soap, and the dirty water leaked into her mouth leaving an awful taste on her tongue. Jenny focused on her task as Sister Dee prepared other things in the room.

Progress was slow with her new instructions. Jenny dunked her head yet again. Crack! Jenny screamed into the water, snorting a lungful of liquid as her ass lit up in pain. She pulled her head up, coughing.

\"That's one,\" Sister Dee said, tapping a wooden cane against her palm. \"I believe I owe you ninety nine more.\"

Jenny sobbed as she rolled on to her side to shield her stinging ass.

\"What are you laying around for? You've got a job to do,\" Sister Dee warned.

Jenny crawled away and resumed scrubbing the floor. Sister Dee was waiting for her when she returned to the bucket to rinse her brush. Jenny warily dunked her head into the brackish water. Crack! Her backside lit up in pain again. Jenny half-expected the blow and managed to keep control, not that it made it hurt any less.

\"Two,\" Dee remarked. Jenny went about her business.

Dee waited patiently each time Jenny returned to the bucket. Soon her ass was criss-crossed with stripes laid down by her mistress's cane.

When the large tank was finally full of water Dee went and turned the faucet off. Jenny, meanwhile, had finished scrubbing the floor. She knelt unhappily next to the wash bucket, trying to ignore the searing pain on her ass. She'd been dealt thirty-five strokes and knew that Sister Dee had another sixty-five in store for her.

\"Shit!\" Dee cursed from over near the tank. She'd been withdrawing the hose and managed to splash water all over her tanktop. She turned to Jenny. \"Slave, run back to the house and get me a towel and new top from the first room on the left at the top of the stairs. Hurry!\"

Jenny jumped to her feet and scurried out of the barn. She quickly made her way to the house and found what Dee had asked for. As she was leaving, however, something caught her eye which made her pause. There, dangling from a hook near the door, was a set of P.D.'s van keys. She remembered what Anne Marie had told her. If she could get those keys to Mel then they'd be able to escape. She stood frozen, weighing the possibilities. She desperately wanted to leave, but she was terrified of being caught. Before she knew it she found herself snatching the keys off of the hook and hiding them within the folds of the towel.

She hurried back to the barn, expecting at any moment for her theft to be discovered. She reentered the barn to see Sister Dee tormenting Mel as she hung from the rafters. Dee was dealing hard slaps all up and down Mel's defenseless torso. The slave twisted and moaned, unable to defend herself. Jenny saw Dee's distraction as an opportunity. She entered the barn and pretended to stumble over her chains. As she hit the floor she deftly slid the keys back into a nearby cage. They settled against the wall, obscured from sight by a filth bucket a few inches away. The light in the barn was poor in that corner and it seemed unlikely that anyone would notice the keys on the floor.

\"You stupid, clumsy cunt,\" Dee remarked as Jenny pulled herself to her feet. She handed Dee the change of clothes and the towel. Her ruse had worked and Dee hadn't noticed Jenny's ploy. \"Go lie down beneath 411. The shoot will be starting soon.\"

Jenny complied. She laid down on her back, crushing her shackled arms beneath her. The short chains connecting her ankles to her collar forced her to lift her legs in the air exposing her pussy and her striped ass. Jenny looked up at Mel above her. Her skin was splotched red from the slaps Dee had given her while Jenny was away.

A few moments later P.D. arrived. He looked at Jenny and said to Dee, \"You couldn't wait until we started filming, could you?\"

\"I owed her some strokes and saw a good opportunity,\" Dee explained. \"I still owe her plenty more, though.\"

\"Well save it for the shoot,\" P.D. grumbled. He went over to Jenny and removed her gag.

\"Are you excited to be a part of the shoot?\" he asked. \"The members liked what they saw of you last time. They said they wanted more of that 'bitch in the box'.\"

Jenny nervously stared back at him. He got to work arranging equipment around the room. After a little while longer the crew showed up. P.D. greeted them and gave them their instructions.

\"Alright,\" he announced, \"let's get going. Dee, start us off.\"

P.D. stepped out of the shot while the cameramen surveyed the two slaves, Mel dangling from the ceiling and Jenny lying on the floor with her legs lewdly spread. Jenny looked up at Mel directly above her while Sister Dee approached and loosened the bindings on her hood. Mel blinked against the bright lights as the hood came free. Her cheeks bulged with the wad of cloth that had been packed into her mouth and taped in place.

Dee reached up and slapped Mel on her stomach. \"Why hello, cunt,\" she said. \"Feeling a little full? I bet you regret drinking so much water before I put you up there, eh?\"

Mel's uncomfortable squirming before the shoot now made sense, she was practically bursting. Dee gave her several more hard slaps on her full bladder. Mel groaned.

\"Now, I know I told you that you'd be severely punished if you pissed while you were up there, but we've got a show to put on, so you'd better just go ahead now,\" Dee said.

Mel had always had a shy bladder, and now with the cameras and spectators she found it hard to go despite her desperately full bladder. Dee waited a few seconds before berating the poor slave. \"Come on, cunt,\" she growled. \"Do you have to go or not?\"

Mel nodded her head emphatically that she did.

\"Well get to it!\" Dee implored as she reached to a nearby shelf and grabbed a leather strap. She delivered several blows to Mel's defenseless body. The woman twisted and screamed into her gag. Dee paused and stared expectantly.

Mel closed her eyes and focused. Finally, with some effort she forced herself to go. Unfortunately, suspended upside down as she was, the piss came dribbling down her body. It ran down her chest, past her neck and over her face before dribbling down to Jenny's face positioned beneath her.

Jenny squealed in disgust and shifted her head to avoid the stream. Dee immediately snapped her leather strap down between Jenny's legs hitting her square in the pussy. \"I didn't give you permission to move!\" she barked. \"Put your head back where it was and open your mouth. I want to see your mouth filled with piss.\"

Jenny whimpered and complied. Mel's piss dribbled down into her open mouth. She fought back her gags and retches, trying to hold still. Even after her mouth was full the pee kept coming. It splashed down around Jenny's face and soaked into her hair. Finally, the stream stopped. Jenny and Mel were both covered in piss. Jenny lay staring up at the humiliated slave suspended above her with an open mouth full of liquid.

\"Swallow,\" Dee ordered. Jenny reluctantly gulped down what was in her mouth and looked wanly back at her mistress. \"You two are completely disgusting. Look at this mess.\" She gestured at Jenny with her leather strap. \"You. I want you to lick up every last drop from the floor while I clean up this worthless whore,\" she emphasized the last word with a slap of the strap across Mel's tits. The woman bucked and screamed, shaking a few more drops into the puddle Jenny laid in.

Jenny turned herself over and got to work slurping the awful piss from the floor. Dee, meanwhile, went to the wall and grabbed a controller for the winch that Mel's ankles had been tied to. She pressed a button and hoisted the slave high up over the floor. With another button she swung the girl laterally until she hovered over the top of the tank of water. Mel looked down in fear.

\"Are you ready to take a dip?\" Dee teased. \"I'll bring you down on the count of three. One... Two...\" She pressed the button on her controller before counting the final number. The winch suddenly let out a large amount of rope, dropping Mel into the water below. The woman was caught by surprise and managed to inhale a lungful of water as she plunged beneath the surface. Dee watched in amusement as she thrashed around, half submerged. She futilely pulled with her arms against the bindings holding them against her waist but to no avail. What little air she had in her lungs came out in tiny bubbles from her nose. Finally after nearly a minute beneath the water Dee reversed the winch and hauled the poor woman out. She coughed and twitched, hanging like a hooked fish, as she tried to clear her lungs.

Dee ascended a set of metal steps set against the back of the tank and yanked the tape free from Mel's mouth, then extracted the rag from behind her teeth. Mel coughed some more and gasped for air. Dee tossed the gag aside and went back to the controller. Without warning she dropped Mel again into the water. The slave thrashed anew as she plunged beneath the surface once more.

Jenny watched from below in stunned horror. She didn't notice as Dee came up beside her and laid into her ass with another stroke of the cane. Jenny winced in pain.

\"Thirty six,\" she said. \"You'd better get to work. Your friend here is going to keep swimming upside down until you finish cleaning the floor.\"

Jenny snapped out of her daze and got back to work. Dee returned to the winch and pulled Mel out again, but not for long. Jenny worked quickly and soon had a belly full of disgusting piss as she kneeled on the newly cleaned floor.

Dee pulled Mel out of the tank one last time and undid the bindings on her wrists. \"Good,\" Dee remarked. \"Now let's play a game.\"

The cameras shut off and the crew moved to set up the next scene. Mel was taken down and sat shivering on the top edge of the tank. Next to the tank a crew member dragged into place something resembling a seesaw. On one side of the seesaw was a pump. He connected two hoses to the pump, one ran into the floor beneath the tank, and the other he fed up into the top of the tank. On the other side of the seesaw was a narrow metal bicycle seat with a hole in the middle.

P.D. dragged Jenny up off of the floor and removed her cuffs, shackles, and collar. \"Let's get you dressed,\" he whispered in her ear.

He began by fitting her arms into a tight black armbinder. Jenny could feel her shoulders pried back and her tits thrust out as he cinched the laces as tight as possible. Next up was a matching black corset, drawn equally as tight and crushing her waist impossibly small. He then fitted her feet into shiny black six inch heels. Jenny teetered precariously as he buckled them around her ankles.

Meanwhile, Dee prepared Mel. She had the slave dive down to the bottom of the tank and pick up a heavy chain with a shackle on either end. Dee locked them onto Mel's ankles then had her dive down for another chain. The chain between her ankles was short enough that Mel had to resort to short little kicks in order to swim back to the surface. The next chain joined Mel's wrists together in front of her.

With her wrists and ankles in chains, Dee next tweaked and pinched Mel's cold, hard nipples until they were erect. She then took two thin cords and tightly tied one around each nipple. Dee next went and retrieved two empty two-liter bottles. She tied one to each of the loose ends of the cords.

While that happened, P.D. found a black leather hood and pulled that over Jenny's head. The hood had an attached inflatable gag which he forced into her mouth before he yanked the laces tight and buckled it in place. Jenny peered out from the narrow eyehole as P.D. reached up and inflated the gag. Her mouth bulged against the tight leather as he pumped again and again. She moaned and tried to twist away, but P.D. didn't stop until her mouth was completely packed. Then he detached the inflator and stowed it away.

Next P.D. guided Jenny over to the teeter totter. He positioned her above the end with the metal 'seat' and told her to stay there. Jenny shifted in fear and excitement as she felt the cold metal press against her pussy. P.D. disappeared out of sight behind her back, so Jenny didn't see him go and retrieve a three foot long pole with a stiff rubber dildo on the end. She gasped as she felt the tip of the dildo poke up through the hole in the seat and slip into her pussy. He fastened the other end of the pole to the floor and adjusted the height so that when Jenny stood straight-legged the dildo was only about an inch or so deep into her cunt.

\"Alright,\" P.D. announced now that everything was ready, \"we're going to have a little competition. 411 is going to try to empty this tank. There's a drain on the bottom. If you dive down and pull it up then the water will empty out. Meanwhile, this slave,\" he said gesturing to Jenny, \"is going to try to keep the tank full by operating this pump.\" He took out a marker and drew a horizontal line on the glass about halfway down the tank. \"The winner will be whoever has the water level on their side of the line when we call time. And the loser... well, let's just say she'll regret losing when we do our next scene.\"

P.D. ascended the stairs at the back of the tank carrying a heavy metal grate. He shoved Mel's head down into the water and fastened the grate over the top. Mel grasped onto the bars and pressed her face against the grate so that her mouth was above the high water level.

Jenny watched from below, contemplating her task. To operate the pump she would have to move herself up and down on the teeter totter, which would mean fucking herself over and over on the dildo mounted beneath her - not such a bad task as far as P.D.'s more sadistic pursuits sometimes went.

Jenny startled as Sister Dee snuck up behind and roughly grabbed her bruised ass. \"I owe this slave plenty more cane strokes for a punishment she earned earlier,\" Dee said to the cameras. \"The contest will end when she receives her final stroke.\"

Jenny's stomach sank. She was expected to focus on operating the pump while Dee wailed on her ass to deliver the rest of the one hundred strokes? She'd be lucky to remain standing after such a severe beating!

\"We'll start on the first strike,\" Dee said. \"But first, let's make this more interesting.\"

Dee reached up and affixed a blindfold to Jenny's hood. Now she wouldn't even be able to see if she was winning or losing, she'd have to keep pumping away regardless.

\"I'm betting on 411 to win,\" Dee explained.

Jenny shifted anxiously waiting for the signal to start. Crack! Her ass alit and blossomed with pain as Dee gave her the first of many more strokes. Jenny staggered and threw her head back, then after a few seconds it occurred to her to start pumping. She bent her legs and felt the dildo penetrate her cunt as she pressed down on the seat. She reversed direction as she felt the tip knock against her cervix. Then, after moving back up to the top, she pressed down again.

Mel watched with anticipation for Jenny to receive the first strike. She pressed her lips up through the metal grate and took a deep breath as Jenny moaned in pain. Then she used her hands to shove herself underwater and paddled down towards the bottom. She only managed to descend a couple of feet, however, before the the cords attaching her nipples to the empty bottles pulled taught. She screamed beneath the surface, losing half her oxygen, as her nipples were wrenched up and away from her body by the bottles as they floated upward. She fought to ignore the pain and she paddled and kicked until she reached the bottom. She grasped the handle of the plug, planted her feet on the bottom, and pulled. The plug lifted just a little, it was held to the drain with a strong spring and the weight of all the water above her, but there was no doubt that water was escaping into the drain below.

Mel struggled to hold on for as long as she could. Her lungs burned and her grip on the handle weakened. Finally she had to let go and return to the surface for more air. She released the handle and launched herself upwards, buoyed by the persistent tug of the empty bottles on her nipples. She reached the surface only to find the water level at nearly the same height as when she began, though she realized that if she hadn't drained anything then by now the water would be high enough that she wouldn't be able to get any air, even by pressing her face against the bars. Apparently Jenny had filled almost as much as Mel had drained. Mel sucked in another lungful of air and dived down again.

---

Jenny swooned as she felt the kiss of the cane against her backside again. This was the sixth, no, seventh stroke she'd received from Sister Dee. She was trying to keep careful count so that she'd have some idea how much longer she had to go. Without being able to see she had no idea as to whether she was gaining any ground on Mel, nor could she anticipate and brace herself against Dee's relentless battering. Her tormentor sometimes paused for a long moment before delivering the next blow, and sometimes she struck twice in rapid succession. All the while Jenny kept pumping away, sliding herself up and down the cock poking into her pussy.

Under different circumstances Jenny would have been so turned in this situation, she might have even cum by now. But her time spent with P.D. had taken its toll. There was such a thing as too much of a good thing. She now only thought about what it would take to avoid the next punishment. Crack! The eighth stroke smashed into her backside.

---

Mel crested the surface of the water and took a deep breath. She shivered against the cold water and cursed her predicament. Fortunately it was clear now that she was making progress. She no longer needed to tip her head up to suck in fresh air, but she looked warily at the tube coming from the pump and noted its steady trickle threatening to reverse her gains. She heard a swish and a crack, followed by a muffled moan from below. From her vantage, Mel could see bruises piled upon bruises on poor Jenny's ass. She felt a pang of pity for the girl, but that would only go so far, she was determined to avoid whatever punishment P.D. had in mind for the loser.

She filled her lungs and pushed herself beneath the surface. She groaned into the water as the bottles tied to her nipples cruelly yanked her tits up and away from her body yet again.

---

Jenny was exhausted. Her leg muscles ached from the continuous up and down, up and down, as she fucked herself silly. Her ass was in total agony. She never knew she could hurt so bad. She felt certain that Dee had to be doing permanent damage. She sobbed within her hot, confining, leather hood as she kept pushing herself up and down.

Crack! Jenny felt her legs give out from beneath her as she screamed. She sank down onto the dildo ramming it hard and deep into her cunt. She screamed again as the fall caused it to slam into her cervix. She reflexively jumped up off of it and stood there, stunned, on wobbly legs. That was the ninetieth overall, I think, Jenny contemplated through the pain. She forced herself to start moving again.

---

Mel continued to make progress. She bit her lip to stifle a scream as she pushed herself down again. Her severely bruised nipples hurt now even when the empty jugs weren't yanking them upwards. She quickly found the handle to the drain and lifted it. As she brought the water lower and lower with each dive she found that she had less and less distance to swim before reaching the plug, making her job that much easier. That, and the fact that Jenny was definitely slowing down as her beatings accumulated gave Mel hope that victory was within reach.

She held onto the handle for as long as she was able before launching herself back to the surface. She broke through the water and opened her mouth to take a breath. She choked as she felt a stream of liquid hit her in the back of the throat. She opened her eyes to see P.D., cock in hand, aiming a steady stream of piss directly at her face.

\"I figured if Dee is taking sides then I should too,\" he explained. \"Just doing my part.\"

Mel quickly dived back below the water as she heard another anguished cry from Jenny.

---

That was one hundred! She wasn't sure how she knew, but she knew. Jenny slumped forward, exhausted. She'd been so mercilessly battered that she didn't even care about the contest anymore, she just wanted the pain to stop. Still, she unconsciously bobbed up and down on the cock between her legs.

She waited. Why hadn't they taken her down? Why hadn't she been told who won? Crack! Jenny reeled as her chest exploded in pain. \"No!\" Jenny screamed to herself. \"No! It's not fair!\" She'd completely forgotten that Dee's promised punishment was strokes to her tits and not just her ass. The melancholy of the realization weighed down on her like a ton of bricks. She was due fifty strikes to her tits!

Crack! Crack! Two more landed in rapid succession. Jenny screamed in frustration and pain. Somehow her fury and her agony gave her a second wind. She launched herself up and down on the dildo with renewed vigor. She was determined not to let them defeat her.

---

Mel thrust her head above the water again. She didn't have so far to go any more. She noted with satisfaction that the water level was below the line she needed to reach. Now she only needed to keep pace with Jenny and she'd win.

She glanced over at the poor girl. Jenny's ass had been beaten until it was all just one big purple bruise. And now Dee was working over her tits. She felt sorry for the girl, but not sorry enough to take an extra punishment for her. She took a deep breath and went underwater again.

---

Jenny couldn't think straight. She could hardly breathe. Her chest was ablaze with pain and her ass had never stopped hurting. At first she had tried to use her relative freedom of movement to twist and bob to avoid Sister Dee's strikes, but that quickly proved fruitless. Dee would just wait until she stopped wriggling or use her movement against her to strike her harder. She sobbed and sniffled as she continued her interminable dance up and down, up and down.

Crack! More pain blossomed across her chest. Was that the thirtieth stroke? The fortieth? It felt like the thousandth. She made to push herself down on the dildo again, but she didn't move. The bar attached to her seat had been locked in place.

She stood up on her toes, her feet ached from standing up on her six inch heels for so long, but that was the least of her aches and pains. She felt movement below her and the dildo slipped free from her pussy. She'd been riding it for so long that its absence left her feeling empty.

She felt rough hands grab her shoulders and remove her off of the teeter totter. She was too weak to stand and the hands guided her to the floor. Her chest screamed in protest as soon as her tits made contact with the hard ground. She used the last of her strength to roll onto her side.

She lay there for a moment sobbing to herself before she felt fingers pulling at the buckles on her hood. She blinked against the sudden bright light as the blindfold was removed. The first thing that she saw was a camera right in her face, drinking in her misery and broadcasting it to the world. She quickly looked past that to the water tank behind. She began crying harder.

\"You lose,\" Sister Dee gleefully whispered into her ear. It wasn't even close. The water level was easily a foot below the line. Mel had already been hauled out of the tank and given a towel to dry off. Jenny closed her eyes in dismay. All her effort had been for naught.

---

Jenny was left laying on the floor while the rest of the crew cleared away the equipment from the previous scene. It wasn't much of a break, with her arms still trapped in the armbinder and the corset around her waist. She continued to lay on her side, unwilling to put any pressure on her tits or ass.

The crew stepped around her while they dragged into the middle of the room a steel barred frame that was roughly in the shape of a chair. Beside it was rolled a cart with a sinister device atop it that had several long cables protruding from the front.

After a leisurely break of their own, the crew took up their positions again. P.D. approached and stripped Jenny of her bondage. He lifted her to her feet. Jenny had lost all will to resist and went along as he guided her to the chair. The chair was comprised of two long metal bars rising vertically from the floor to make the 'back'. The 'seat' was simply two more metal bars that jutted out from the vertical bars, at an angle to each other so that they spread apart as they extended farther away from the back, they then bent down to provide the front legs of the chair.

P.D. had Jenny lean her back up against the chair and then lift each leg up and over the horizontal bars.

\"Oh! Oh!\" Jenny cried out as her battered ass made contact with the cool metal. She slid forward slightly to rest her weight on the backs of her thighs. P.D. produced several leather straps and began belting Jenny to the chair. He put a strap around each ankle and thigh. He cinched one tight around her waist and up under her arms to hold her against the back. Next he tied her wrists together behind her back in a reverse prayer position, then he pulled her long hair back into a ponytail and tied off her wrists into her hair as high up as they would go, Jenny's head was now pulled back against the bars by the strain in her hands.

Now that Jenny was held securely in place, P.D. began to wire her up. First was a thick metal buttplug which he lathered up with conductive gel and rammed into her ass. Jenny gasped as the cold metal slipped into place and was held there by the tapered base. The next probe was a thin metal object about the size of a pen. Jenny was confused about its intended destination until P.D. began to lube that one up as well and kneel down between her legs. As he spread apart her labia and positioned the probe at her urethra Jenny cried out, \"No! Please, sir! Not there!\"

\"Quiet, cunt!\" P.D. snapped. He slapped Jenny's severely bruised ass, eliciting a pained cry from his slave. \"If I hear another word out of you, you're going to be sorry.\"

Jenny bit her lip to stifle her anguish as P.D. slipped the probe up into her peehole. To test her silence P.D. picked up his next element for her torture. Jenny bit down on her tongue to keep herself quiet as P.D. held up a pair of jumper cables. Her eyes grew wide as he squeezed open the sharp saw-toothed clamps and moved them towards her tortured breasts.

\"Aiyeee!\" she screamed as he released the spring-loaded clamps onto her tits. They closed hard enough that they'd have bit right through her nipples had he attached them only to the tips of her tits. Instead he mashed them far back onto her fleshy, bruised tits and let them bite hard into her swollen mounds.

Jenny took short breaths and yelped as the clamps sagged under their own weight.

\"Your smart mouth seems to get you into a lot of trouble,\" P.D. remarked. \"Maybe we ought to do something about that.\"

He lifted a dental gag to her face and waited as Jenny obediently opened wide. He slipped the hinged metal gag in behind her teeth and ratcheted the gag open as far as it would go.

\"Ahh! Ahh!\" Jenny complained as her jaw was stretched wide. But P.D. wasn't done. He took a pair of forceps and grabbed onto her tongue as it wriggled about in her mouth. He pulled it out and let the forceps dangle while he retrieved a vice-like clamp made of two thin copper-wrapped metal bars joined together by a bolt on each side. He closed it around the back of her tongue before removing the forceps. Jenny tried to pull her tongue back into her mouth, but the clamp was wider than would fit through her gag. Almost immediately a torrent of drool began to pour from her mouth.

For one final touch P.D. knelt down before his victim and slid a speculum into her pussy. Jenny shivered as the cold instrument reached up inside her. He began to crank the tool open, twisting a tiny screw to widen it within her pussy. Jenny grunted in discomfort as he spread her wider and wider. He didn't stop until her cunt gaped drastically far open, the tightness of her pussy holding the tool in place. Thankfully there was no wire connected to this part, Jenny noted.

P.D. stood up. \"I think we're ready,\" he announced retreating to the control box where all the wires led.

\"We're trying something a little new today,\" he explained to the camera. \"Since this is a live feed, we'll be doing some audience participation.\"

Jenny grew anxious at that news. She'd frequented the forums for the site and knew that there was no shortage of sadists, fiercer even than P.D., among the members.

\"First let me get her 'warmed up',\" P.D. smirked.

He pressed a button on the controller. Jenny jumped in her bonds as her butt plug zapped her insides with a sharp jolt. P.D. nodded in satisfaction and selected another button. Jenny jumped again and groaned, jerking her head forward and yanking on her wrists bound into her hair, as electricity pulsed through her tongue. He pressed the next button. Jenny's torso tensed and she uttered an inhuman grunt as the probe inserted up her piss hole attacked her from within, spreading electricity up into her urine filled bladder.

P.D. smirked, he was having fun. He reached for another button. Jenny shrieked and convulsed as the worst shock yet blasted through her tits. P.D. held the button down for several seconds so that he could fully appreciate her agony as she twitched and screamed. When he finally let go Jenny was left gasping for air and sobbing.

\"I think they work,\" P.D. said with amusement. \"But what's this?\" He held up a pen-sized probe with a metal ball the size of a grape on the end. \"I wonder what I can do with this?\" He approached Jenny in her chair while she stared back at him with fear in her eyes. He touched it to her arm. Jenny jumped in anticipation of more pain as P.D. chuckled. \"I didn't turn it on, stupid,\" he explained. \"To do that I flip this.\" He hovered his thumb over a switch on the handle of the probe. Jenny braced herself as he flicked the switch.

\"Aaargh!\" she screamed. P.D. dragged the tip of the probe along her arm, the pain followed like he was cutting her with a knife. He pulled the probe away and moved it toward her tits. Jenny begged and pleaded from behind her gag, but her pleas turned to screams as he dragged the probe across her tits, tracing another agonized path. He lifted it away. Jenny was now shaking with fear.

P.D. knelt down and grabbed her foot with his free hand, then slid the probe along the sole of her foot. It was as if she had stepped on a hot coal. She screamed and screamed. He repeated the move with her other foot. Then he explored her thighs. He paused as he drew the probe near her wide splayed cunt and seemed to think.

\"Did you ever play the game 'Operation'?\" he asked. \"You know the one where you're supposed to pull the little pieces out of a patient without touching the sides of the board? I was never very good at that. Maybe we can play now?\" He brought the tip of the probe up between the sides of the speculum. Jenny was shaking uncontrollably with fear. \"You're going to want to try to hold still,\" he advised. Jenny forced herself to hold steady as P.D. slowly moved the probe deeper into her pussy, careful not to touch the sides as he went.

Jenny stared straight ahead, trying to stay as still as possible. P.D.'s hand wavered and he lightly brushed the side of her tightly stretched vagina. Jenny tensed and screamed as electricity surged through her sensitive nerves, but in a remarkable feat of self-control, she managed to hold still while P.D. corrected and moved the probe deeper.

Finally he stopped. The probe was nearly five inches deep into her pussy, surrounded on all sides, but not touching, Jenny's terrified, sensitive flesh.

\"Not too bad,\" P.D. declared. He reached up with his free hand and deactivated the probe. Jenny visibly relaxed with the danger not quite so immediate. She looked down into P.D.'s eyes and felt a chill run up her spine. She could sense something bad coming as P.D. stared back.

\"I wonder where I could put this while the members have their turn?\" he mused. He lifted the probe to press against her cervix. Jenny shook her head, begging him not to. P.D. persisted, pressing harder and wriggling his tool. Jenny pulled against her restraints, fighting back to no effect. Then, after some effort, P.D. managed to work the probe up into her womb. He took his hands away and the probe remained. He went to his control panel to rig up his new attachment there.

\"Alright everybody, let's have a little fun,\" he announced. \"I assume you've all purchased your tokens from our web store, each token will equal one press of the button of your choice, multiple simultaneous button presses will increase the intensity. Let's show this slave what we think of her.\"

He turned the controls over to the members. Along the bottom of their page each could see five lines corresponding to the five buttons scrolling along like a heart monitor, each line bouncing higher according to intensity. There was a flurry of activity as the members jumped into action. Jenny shrieked and convulsed as she was assaulted nearly everywhere at once. Almost immediately the intensity of the shock delivered into her uterus was cranked to the max. Jenny felt like her pussy was being fried from the inside out.

After this initial barrage, P.D. paused the proceeding. \"That was amazing. Excellent work everybody,\" he said. \"But remember to pace yourselves, she'll be here until everyone has had a turn.\"

The members began to scheme and coordinate within the chat. P.D. turned control over to them once more. Jenny's torture resumed. The shocks jumped from position to position: tits, tongue, ass, bladder, cunt. Jenny writhed and screamed, dancing within her chair as she was buffeted with agonizing surges of varying duration and intensity. She hardly had time to breathe between blasts.

Jenny slumped after a particularly intense flurry of shocks. She was trembling with pain and anxiety, twitching from a few more latecomers. But then there was a lull. She couldn't see it, but there was a flood of messages to the chat, plotting and bargaining. She waited expectantly for more pain, sobbing and shaking.

Suddenly every connection came to life at once at maximum intensity in a coordinated assault. Jenny's agony hit new highs as she was blasted with electricity all over. Her muscles spasmed. It hurt too much to even scream. The torture went on for ten seconds, then twenty, then as it approached thirty seconds the agony was simply too much and Jenny passed out.

P.D. sat in his chair out of view of the cameras watching the money pour in from his enthusiastic members. This was the most lucrative idea he'd ever had. He watched Jenny's torture in delight with dollar signs in his eyes. But when she passed out he frowned. He turned off member control and quickly grabbed a bucket of water and threw it over the head of his restrained victim.

The cold splash of water stunned Jenny awake. She sputtered and coughed, knocking the water out of her nose and lungs as it ran down her body and pooled on the floor beneath her. She looked around in a daze, frightened and confused.

\"We're not done yet, cunt,\" P.D. warned. Jenny gave out an anguished wail. \"There's plenty more people who'd like a turn with you.\"

He switched control back to the members and her torture resumed, but this time, with her skin wet from the water, the shocks somehow felt even more painful. The current flowed both into her body and across her skin, ratcheting up her agony beyond what she thought was possible.

The members teased and tortured her some more. Her frantic screams egging them on, bringing her yet more pain and cruelty. After another fifteen minutes of this another concerted blast to all the devices again knocked her unconscious.

P.D. got his bucket and splashed her again, but she failed to wake. He slapped her face and waived smelling salts beneath her nose and finally got her to stir. The torture resumed.

By now Jenny was beginning to fade. Her body was exhausted and her mind was becoming accustomed to the pain. Some of the members left after having drained their accounts and having had their fun. But P.D. kept Jenny strapped in and available for torture for another hour. He wanted to make sure that every last person had their fill.

Finally he took a nearly catatonic Jenny away from the chair and deposited her into a cell next to Mel, who had silently watched the entire proceeding as she recovered from her own abuse.

---

It wasn't until several hours later that Jenny came back to herself. She sat up and looked around as her befuddled mind cleared. She was still in a cell in the barn. Mel looked over at her from the adjacent cell.

\"Are you ok?\" Mel whispered. \"That was extreme, even for P.D.\"

Jenny slowly nodded. Everywhere hurt.

\"This is bad. P.D. keeps getting carried away more and more. He's going to kill someone one of these times if we don't stop him,\" Mel added.

Suddenly Jenny remembered the keys she'd stolen earlier! She looked around the barn to get her bearings then realized that she was in the very cell that she had slid the keys into. She crawled over near the wall, and there she saw them. She snatched them into her hand and showed them to Mel.

\"Anne Marie said that if I got you these then you could get us out of here,\" Jenny said.

Mel's face lit up. \"You did it!\" she said excitedly. \"I can't believe it!\"

Mel went to the side of her cell and wriggled free a loose floorboard. She picked up a couple of long metal splinters, then she went to the door of her cell and used them to pick the lock.

\"I learned a few tricks about locks before I came here,\" she explained. \"But getting out of a cage is no good if I can't get away from this farm.\"

The door to her cell popped open and Mel got to work on Jenny's. Soon the two girls were loose in the barn.

\"I'm going to get Anne Marie and Elise,\" Mel said. \"You go to the van and meet us there.\"

Jenny agreed and made her way down the driveway. She was still sore from earlier, but adrenaline kept her moving. The van was parked at the end of the long gravel drive, glowing under the light of a full moon. She walked around to the front of it, putting it between her and the rest of the compound so that she wouldn't be seen if someone passed by.

Jenny waited. Ten minutes, then fifteen. She began to get worried. What was taking Mel so long? Had she been found out? Should Jenny leave without her and send help back? She decided to wait a few minutes more. Finally she heard feet crunching down the gravel driveway towards the van. Jenny came out from behind it.

\"What took you so l-,\" she began, but cut herself off as she came face to face with P.D.

\"Going somewhere?\" he asked as he jabbed a stun gun into her gut and pressed the trigger.

Jenny shuddered as the electricity flowed through her, then passed out and fell limp into P.D.'s arms.

Chapter 10

Jenny awoke later to the sound of screaming. She quickly took stock of her surroundings. Her wrists and elbows had been tied together behind her back and she'd been packed away into a small wooden box with her knees tucked up against her chest and her head protruding from the top. A large red ballgag had been buckled tightly into her mouth. Her box had been placed in a small jail cell, which seemed entirely unnecessary given that she could hardly move.

At first she wasn't sure where she was, but then as she glanced at the walls she saw the distinctive red bricks and at once she knew. She was inside the mysterious building that P.D. had warned her was only for 'bad slaves'.

An anguished scream and cries for mercy stole Jenny's attention toward the outside of her cell. In the dim light of the main room Jenny saw Anne Marie. The poor woman was laying on her back, strapped to a metal frame that was as tall as she was. She was held in place by a dozen leather straps from her ankles to her neck. The rack was held above the ground by a single pole that ran up from the floor and met the frame near the small of her back.

The reason for her distress was obvious, as Sister Dee paced back and forth alongside the woman. Dee was in full nun regalia with a long black robe, veil over her hair, and a wooden cross dangling from her neck. She tapped the handle of a leather stranded whip against her palm as she contemplated where to strike next. From the looks of it she had already made her way all the way up from Anne Marie's feet to her chest. There was hardly any skin that hadn't felt the kiss of the whip. From the bruises that covered her tits, it appeared that they had taken the brunt of Dee's fury.

\"Please, no more!\" Anne Marie begged. \"I'm sorry. I-\"

\"Shut up!\" Dee snapped as she brought her whip down across Anne Marie's tits. \"You deserve everything you get, slave.\" Dee paced back and forth alongside Anne Marie. \"I'm just trying to decide which part to work on next. I think I'll do your feet again.\"

\"No! Please have mercy!\" Anne Marie begged.

Dee ignored her. She reached beneath the rack and loosened a bolt. This allowed her to pivot the rack at angle so that Anne Marie was tipped forty-five degrees to the floor with her feet up in the air. Dee locked the rack in place at this new position, then snapped her whip across the soles of Anne Marie's feet.

\"Aaaahh!\" Anne Marie screamed as Dee struck her over and over again. Jenny closed her eyes against the horrible torture on display in front of her. She forced herself to open them, though, as she heard P.D. enter the room.

He came in through a heavy steel door, barring it shut behind him. He marched past a narrow table holding a dozen flickering candles and flipped a switch, illuminating one of the dark corners of the dungeon. There, Jenny gasped as she saw Mel, standing apparently unbound, however, Jenny knew better. She recognized the bondage gear that Mel was wearing as the same ensemble she had been in when Jenny first saw her in the barn. Mel wore a tight corset along with a pair of black stockings and heels. She stood ramrod straight with her hands held behind her head and her ankles close together. Along her back Jenny could just see the rig that P.D. had run along her spine which would deliver a severe shock to the collar around her neck if she slouched even a little, or if she lowered her hands or shifted her ankles.

Jenny was amazed that Mel was even standing at all. From the welts all over her body, she had clearly been worked over by Sister Dee's whip in much the same way that Anne Marie was now receiving. Mel stood centurion-like, trembling ever so slightly from the strain of her rigid position.

P.D. walked up to her and whispered something in her ear, then he pressed a button on the side of her collar. Mel immediately dropped her hands to her side and adjusted her feet to stand more comfortably, but her back remained impeccably straight. He then gestured for her to walk over to a different part of the room. Mel moved stiffly, consciously trying not to flex her back. P.D. led the way and guided her up onto a treadmill. He pulled down a cable from the ceiling and attached it to the back of her collar.

He moved to the controls and started the treadmill at a slow pace. Mel stepped forward holding herself upright with the poise and grace of a fashion model, though she was clearly tired, pained, and afraid.

P.D. watched for a moment before reaching forward and increasing the pace. Mel quickened her stride to match the new speed, moving at what would be a moderate walk for a normal person, but for her, walking in six inch heels and forced to keep her back relentlessly straight, it was a struggle. She valiantly met the challenge. But then, after about sixty seconds, her ankle rolled as she took a step. The movement sent her off balance and she lurched forward, bending her back ever-so-slightly. It was enough to trigger a shock from her collar.

Mel screamed as the current surged into her neck. Her hands worthlessly flew up to grasp her collar. The pain of the shock was enough to throw her completely off balance. Her feet came out from beneath her, causing her to tumble. She only fell a few inches, however, before the cable attached to her collar pulled taut and arrested her fall. Mel's eyes bugged out of her head as the collar yanked on her throat. She dangled for just a few seconds from the cable before reacting, though it felt like an eternity to her frantic and tortured mind.

She hung, her feet lifted up from the treadmill, as she tried to reorient herself to resume walking. Unfortunately her struggles continued to deform her perfect posture and she was rewarded with another jolt from the shock collar. Mel closed her eyes against the pain and planted her feet firmly on the ground. With unsteady steps and tears in her eyes she resumed her interminable march.

P.D. stared in fascination as Mel struggled. After watching her right herself after a fall he was satisfied that she would be able to continue with minimal supervision. He moved off to another dark corner of the dungeon.

When he turned on the light there Jenny gasped as she saw yet another bruised and suffering slave. Elise was perched astride a wooden pony, a wedge-shaped wooden apparatus that was about four feet long, and held high enough off of the floor that its poor 'rider' was unable to touch the ground with her feet. Instead, her cunt bore the brunt of her weight as she sat upon the narrow edge at the top. Jenny could see a subtle glint along that top edge, implying that it was lined with metal on the uppermost inch of the wedge.

Elise was held onto the pony by her wrists, which had been bound together behind her back, along with her elbows, then tied off high on the ceiling. The strappado forced Elise to lean forward, however, she resisted leaning too far forward. A pair of fishhooks had been viciously jabbed in behind her nipples. From them dangled heavy metal weights which swung mere millimeters above a set of metal plates mounted, one on either side, on the pony.

Jenny could only guess what would happen if the weights set down upon the metal plates, however, it was obvious that Elise was determined for that to not happen. Her aching, tortured nipples stretched under the heft of the weights as they gently swayed from her shifting discomfort. She fought against the pull of her wrists to the ceiling, struggling to keep her chest just a little bit higher. All the while her restless adjustments caused her to grind her pained pussy against the hard metal ridge atop the pony.

\"And how's my favorite painslut enjoying her ride?\" P.D. asked.

\"Mmm-mmmph!\" Elise complained from behind a harness gag.

\"Maybe you'd like to go for another hour?\" P.D. suggested.

Elise's eyes grew large with fear. She shook her head as emphatically as she dared, sending the weights swaying faster.

\"Yeah, I bet you'd like to be free of these, eh?\" he said, flicking the cables connecting the weights to the fishhooks. Elise closed her eyes and groaned as the sensation was translated up the cables and into her tits. He continued to elicit more protests as he gently tugged and jostled the weights.

The additional stimulus proved to be too much for Elise and she slumped in her bonds for just a second. The weights touched down on the metal plates and Elise immediately bolted upright and screamed. She wrenched her shoulders back and yanked hard on nipples as the metal ridge that she sat astride came alive with electricity. She bucked and bounced, slamming her cunt hard against the unyielding metal. When the electricity cut off Elise was left gasping for breath with fresh tears forming in her eyes.

P.D. smiled in amusement. \"I never get tired of seeing that,\" he remarked, \"but let's get you down so you can stretch your legs a little.\"

He cut the electricity and untied her wrists from the ceiling, then effortlessly lifted her small body from the pony. He left the fishhooks and weights in place while he guided her on shaking legs over to the table lined with candles.

The table was about six inches wide and ten feet long, standing a little over two feet above the floor. A dozen thick candles were evenly spaced along the length, each orange flame flickering amidst a pool of molten wax. Elise was moved to one end of the table with her legs straddling it on either side.

\"I'm going to give you one minute to snuff out these candles for me. If you're too slow then it's back up on the pony for another hour,\" P.D. said. He held up a stopwatch as Elise glared at him with a mix of hatred and exhaustion. It was obvious how he intended her to put out the flames.

\"Go.\"

Elise shuffled forward and held herself before the first candle. She clearly didn't want to do what she was about to do. She paused to steel herself against the pain. The flame licked up toward the sensitive flesh around her pussy, urging her on. She bent her knees and dipped herself down. She squealed as her soft pussy dipped down into the pool of hot wax. The flame extinguished, smothered by her body, but at the same time her sensitive labia were bathed in hot, melted wax.

She bobbed back up and recovered herself, then staggered to the next candle, where she again plunged her cunt into the burning hot candle, splashing more wax onto her pussy and inner thighs. This elicited another anguished groan.

P.D., meanwhile decided to help encourage her along. He produced a riding crop and prodded her forward with fierce strikes to her back, her ass, and her thighs.

Elise raced along extinguishing another candle and another. Each one was less painful than the last as the wax accumulated on her cunt and thighs, drying and hardening into a protective barrier. All the while P.D. kept wailing on her backside with his riding crop.

At last she made it to the final candle. She slammed her cunt down into the flame without hesitation and looked expectantly at P.D., who dropped his crop and looked at his stopwatch.

\"Alright,\" he said, \"I guess you've earned yourself a little break from the pony for now.\" He went to the floor and opened a small trapdoor. \"Let's get you back home.\"

Elise hobbled forward off the end of the table and stepped into the pit beneath the trapdoor, it was only a couple feet deep. She knelt down within it and leaned forward, making herself small enough to fit inside the cramped space. P.D. swung the trapdoor shut behind her and padlocked it closed. His attention was drawn towards the corner, where Mel had stumbled again and was painfully attempting to right herself. Then he looked over towards Jenny and locked eyes with her. A shiver ran down her spine as he approached her cell.

\"You really fucked up this time, cunt,\" he said harshly. \"I wasn't planning on debuting the new premium members section of the website for a few more months, but you and your pals here have forced my hand. You see, we've always toed the line between the hardcore BDSM that our members crave, and what we can legally get away with putting out on the internet. But not anymore. We're establishing an exclusive new section of our website, away from the prying eyes of the authorities, where anything goes. No request is too brutal. No idea is too extreme. And no one cares what becomes of the slave meat that appears in our videos.\"

He unlocked the door to the cell and approached Jenny.

\"You told me that you wanted to be a star, didn't you?\"

Epilogue

The slave with the long beautiful black hair really seemed to be struggling. She had earlier been hauled out of her tiny cell beneath a trapdoor in the floor, her captor using the long ponytail atop her head as a handle to drag her out. She was thrown to the floor, landing hard on her arms, handcuffed behind her back. A wide spreader bar was locked in place between her ankles. My, how she had screamed when the first needle came out and was jabbed straight through her clit. The ungagged slave had hurled every expletive in her native Dutch language at him, and a few in English for good measure, before her assailant had finally packed her mouth with a dirty rag and taped it in place. Her screams were more muted when the needles went through her nipples, two in each, placed perpendicular to each other.

After that the spreader bar was removed and the slave was made to squat in the middle of the room. A two foot long chain was attached from the floor beneath her to the needle resting in her bloodied clit.

\"Such lovely hair,\" her captor mused while he pulled a rope down from the ceiling and tied it off on the end of her ponytail. \"So strong, so thick. I really love dragging you around by it. Have you ever considered cutting it?\"

The slave looked back at him in shock. She was relentlessly proud of her lush, beautiful hair. She'd obviously spent years growing it out. She defiantly shook her head 'no', insistent that no matter what cruel depravities she experienced, nothing could make her cut her hair.

\"We'll just see about that,\" he said.

The rope tied into her hair rose up to the ceiling and over a pulley, then over to another pulley before dropping down ten feet in front of the slave. There, it was attached to a large, transparent twenty-five gallon barrel which swung empty from the rope. He turned on a tap and a slow and steady trickle began to flow into the barrel from above.

The slave watched uneasily as the container slowly began to fill. The man, meanwhile, busied himself with something behind the slave. He secured a sturdy pole into the floor which extended up above her head. The slave stole her glare away from the slowly filling jug to see what the man was doing. She grew more animated as she saw him wrestle open a pair of large hedge clippers and mount them on a fixture atop the pole. The clippers were spring-loaded so that if he let go they would snap shut.

\"Relax,\" he said, slipping a pin into the clippers to hold them open. \"I'm not going to cut your hair.\" He repositioned the blades so that there was one on either side of her beautiful black ponytail. \"That's going to be up to you.\"

He attached a thin chain with a tennis ball sized weight on to the pin. Then he lifted her hands up behind her back and thrust the weight into one of them.

\"When you're ready for a trim, just let go of that,\" he had said. She grabbed the ball more tightly and shifted uneasily. The shortness of the chain meant that she could no longer rest her hands behind her back as comfortably as before.

Then he had left her alone for about ten minutes. The slave watched the jug fill higher and higher, pulling ever harder on her ponytail. When she tried to rise along with it, her ascent was painfully halted by the tug of the short chain against her pierced clit. But neither could she seek comfort by sitting on the floor. A knot in the rope near one of the pulleys prevented her from lowering herself enough to rest her quickly tiring legs. She was trapped in a perpetual squat, though the rapidly increasing water in the container provided a small modicum of relief as it yanked her upward, transferring some of her weight from her legs to her hair.

As she settled into a sort of miserable and tenuous equilibrium the man returned, bearing a sinister grin. He wasn't done adding to her suffering.

He tied a loop of string around each nipple, using the needles that were still sticking through her flesh to help hold them in place. She groaned as the string tightened around her sensitive nipples. Next he carefully tied a weight to the end of each string. She gasped as he let them go, then cried out as they swung into her abs. Each weight was surrounded by a dozen razor sharp spikes!

Fresh wounds appeared where the nipple weights had glanced against her. The slave leaned forward, thrusting her ass out, to avoid further brushes with the weights. This provided too tempting of a target for her captor. He went to the wall and found a large wooden paddle.

Thwack! He swung hard into her out thrust ass. She cried out in pain and despair as the blow upset her careful equilibrium and sent the spiked weights swinging into her front side again. Thwack! He struck again, taking his time, letting her savor the growing pain in her ass. He waited for the weights to stop swinging, then struck again, and again.

He didn't stop until her ass had colored to a bright red color. The slave was left trembling, tears streaking her face and scrapes all along her front, with her nipples cruelly twisted downward by the sinister weights. The man put his paddle away and left once more.

The interlude had given the barrel time to fill higher and higher. The slave watched helplessly as the water endlessly trickled in.

And now here she was, struggling mightily against two opposing forces. The weight in the jug exceeded a hundred pounds. The strain on both her hair and her neck was incredible. She found it difficult to hold herself down and avoid tugging on her poor pierced clit. Her bruised ass and pinched nipples were now just a minor distraction to the growing predicament that the slave found herself in.

Surely he won't let lasting harm come to me, she thought as her trembling legs caused another hard tug on her clit. He will return and release me before the weight becomes too great and threatens to tear the needle free, she reassured herself. I can win. I just need to hold out. He will not defeat me.

But her doubts grew more and more as the water continued to rise. It wasn't long before the weight of the barrel equalled the weight of her body. Her distress turned to panic as her toes left the floor. She felt herself rise slowly, the entire weight of her body borne by her hair.

\"Mmmph! Mmmph!\" she cried out into the empty room, thrashing about, but there was no one there to rescue her.

The chain connecting her clit to the floor grew taut. She swung her legs frantically up and down, futilely trying something, anything, to save herself. The tension increased. The chain pulled harder. The pain was unbearable. Her clit stretched down as her body lifted higher.

At last, in her panicked mind she remembered her iron grip on the ball behind her back. She'd clenched it so hard and for so long that she'd forgotten its existence. In that moment she knew she could not win. She would never win. She was doomed to perpetual misery and torment for the rest of her days.

Her hand slowly opened as if her fingers resisted what they'd been told to do. The heavy ball slipped free and tugged hard on the pin in the clippers as it dropped towards the floor.

Snap! The clippers slammed closed, shearing through her ponytail like sharp scissors through twine. With a cry of relief and despair the slave tumbled to the floor and cried. The man arrived to return her to the pit in the floor, until the next session...

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\"Holy shit! That was hot!\" Miranda whispered to herself, coming down from the orgasm she'd just had while watching the slave girl's torture. She set her laptop down on the bed beside her and slipped her panties back on.

\"That was just a taste of what our premium members section holds,\" the website read across the screen. \"Join today for access to more extreme content. No limits. No mercy. No exceptions.\"

Miranda wiped the sweat from her brow and scrolled down to the bottom of the page, passing an image of the model from the video now dressed as a ponygirl with her once-proud long hair now fashioned into a butt plug sticking out of her ass. There she saw an intriguing banner ad. \"We are seeking new models to come join us in New York. Apply now,\" it read.

Miranda stared thoughtfully at the ad and wondered. Could I?

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From the author: Sexualized fantasy suffering is hot. Real life suffering is not. If you have the means, I encourage you to donate to a local food bank, woman's shelter, or other worthwhile cause (including the Patreon of this website's host). If you do, let me know, and I will let you name and/or describe a character in a future story. Thanks!

One more note: Many of these scenes were inspired by real Insex videos I have recently seen, or had tattooed into my brain over the years. Here are links to some:

Chapter 3

https://www.xvideos.com/video57193897/insex_melanie_tit_t.

Chapter 6

http://m.eroprofile.com/p/videos/view/912-Insex-Starstruck?lang=en

Chapter 7

https://xhamster.com/videos/insex-bifurcation-1354654

Chapter 8

https://xhamster.com/videos/slave-gets-more-1-2882441

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