The wardress took a seat and was served a drink by Goldie. All of the other guests except Laura were lounging with drinks awaiting my arrival. I was directed to stand in front of them as they all looked me over and made comments. The Dr. stood up and began to read from a folder. She said that all the tests they ran were satisfactory and I was in excellent health. She also told everyone that pursuant to my examinations, she was of the opinion that I would be able to endure a lot of abuse. All she had seen also indicated that I could be used for all of their favorite activities, with few limitations. She added that as usual both of my openings would have to be stretched. Her suggestion was that we should begin in this area to see what I could take and to show my obedience. I stood there not knowing what she meant as the others voiced their agreement. Goldie was given orders by Mrs. Winston and went to a closet for the necessary objects. I silently watched as a small tripod was set up and a plastic box was put on the table in front of me. The Dr. then said as she uncovered the box that it contained six numbered dildos of increasing size. I was to attach them to the stand starting with #1 and at her direction insert them into the opening she chose. A jar of Vaseline was put on the table. She said it would make it easier for me. At that point I was in no mood for her jokes. How could this be made easy. But after what I had seen on my so called tour I had no options at all. I quickly looked at the group trying to find some reprieve but found none. Instead I saw them all adjusting themselves for a better view. Suddenly Goldie stepped toward me carrying a whip about three feet long. She put it down on the table and began to unbutton her dress. In an instant she stood next to me wearing a heavily constructed long white bra and a massive girdle with garters. The stark whiteness was a total contrast to her ebony skin and the near black stockings. She was indeed a large woman. Her breasts spilled over the bra top and the girdle looked as if it would burst around her hips and thighs. My main concern was why she was next to me with the whip. My question was answered by the Dr. She told me that if they did not approve of my efforts in getting the dildos inside myself, Goldie would whip me. The Dr. undid the clips holding my wrists to the cincher and I was instructed to begin with dildo #2 in my pussy. I knew protest of any kind was useless. It was time for me to begin. What choice did I have. I was their slave. I looked into the box and saw six compartments with a dildo in each. I reached for #2 without looking at the rest. I did not want to see them just yet. The threat of Goldies whip made me move quickly. I screwed the rubber dildo onto the stand and reached for the Vaseline. I took notice of its size as I spread the lubricant. It was about 8 inches long and 1 ½ inches wide. It was almost the same size as one I had at home and had used on myself many times while masturbating. The fact that I knew I would be able to handle it brought some relief. I was still very nervous and felt a deep sense of fear and humiliation. Goldie started to pick up the whip and I immediately stepped over the dildo and began to squat. I kept my eyes toward the floor as I spread myself and began my descent onto the rubber cylinder. I sensed the group devouring my shame as I continued to push down and also felt my body flush with embarrassment. Although it was a little uncomfortable I was able to get most of the dildo inside myself fairly quickly. This brought about a torrent of lewd remarks from the spectators. I was still looking toward the floor when I heard the Dr. tell me how well I did. Now I should show them how I could get it down my throat. Not wanting any part of the whip in Goldies hand I stood up letting the well greased dildo slide out of my pussy. With no wasted motion I got to my knees and opened my mouth over the source of my humiliation. I had at least half of it in my mouth before I began to gag. This only brought laughter and more comments from the group and a warning from the Dr. to get it all in. As hard as I tried I was only able to take about two more inches before I started choking and brought my head up.

As I did I felt the first stroke of the whip on the back of my unprotected thighs. I screamed and threw myself on the floor as much from pain as from surprise. It felt as if I had been touched by a red hot poker. The whip was totally different from the strap that had been used on me in the Drs. Office. Its pain was more concentrated and was a lot more intense. Before I could regain my composure the Dr. was ordering me to my feet. I obeyed the command quickly, not wanting another taste of the whip.

As I stood up the Dr. said what a poor showing I had made and warned me that I would have to do better in the future. With no hesitation she then told me to get it up my ass. Not wanting to anger her any more and face another stroke of the whip I adjusted myself over the dildo. As I reached behind to spread I looked up to see all the faces staring and heard more of their remarks. Some of them were even betting on how many inches I could take. Their comments served as an inspiration. I realized that I better take as much of the smaller dildos as possible because I would be whipped when I was not able to take the larger ones. As the dildo penetrated my ass I remembered the enemas I had given myself that morning. As bad as they had been I was glad I followed the instructions. It made what I was now forced to do a lot easier. With a little discomfort and a lot of inspiration provided by Goldies whip I was able to get the entire dildo inside myself. This brought instant congratulations from the Dr. and more comments from the others. One of the women ordered me to fuck the dildo. Without looking up I did as I was told. So far this was bearable but I knew it would get worse. The next dildo went about the same as the one marked #2. I was able to get it in all my openings without another taste of the whip. When I was ordered to attach #4 to the stand I felt a knot start in the pit of my stomach. This one was at least 10 inches long and 2 inches wide. While forcing it into my pussy I felt the whip one time. They were not satisfied with the amount I was able to get down my throat so I received three more strokes to the backs of my thighs. The pain of the whip was dreadful. I had been given five strokes and it felt as if my thighs were on fire. As each stroke fell I screamed and begged for them to stop the whipping, I was doing what they wanted. My answer came from the wardress who asked me what I would do when they tied me and used more severe whips all over my body. I had no time to digest her remark. The Dr. now ordered me to get this one up my ass. As I squatted over the formidable object I glanced between my legs and knew this would not fit. One look at Goldie and her whip made me start to lower myself onto it. I felt immediate pain as I was stretched by its width. As much as I pushed I was only able to get about three inches in before it felt as if I was being ripped internally. The pain was intense. But it was nothing in comparison to the whip crashing down on the front of my thighs just above the stockings. The shock of the blow made me sink down further onto the dildo. The pain in my bowels was excruciating. In response I tried to stand but was stopped be strong hands on my shoulders. It was Mr. Gund. He was standing behind me and instead of letting me get up he pushed me down onto the massive dildo. I remember screaming in agony as it tore up into me. Then everything went black. I was pulled from my state of unconsciousness by the Dr. She knelt by my side as I lay sprawled on the floor. The scent of the Amyl Nitrate still lingering in my nostrils. Through a fog I watched her walk away to join the others. I was left on the floor to regain my senses and try to determine how badly injured I was. The pain in my ass was still very severe so slowly I touched myself there to see if I was indeed ripped apart. To my surprise I felt no damage, not even any blood. It was hard to believe that all the pain I had just endured left no obvious signs of injury. All of a sudden I was surrounded by the four women. I was then ordered to my feet. When I did not move as fast as they wanted, one of them kicked me in the ribs with the point of her high heeled pump. The kick was not hard enough to cause any injury, it was just enough to make me quickly obey, and I did. Without another word I was taken by the arm and lead to a door near the sitting area by Mrs. Winston. She opened it revealing a lavish bathroom. I was told to go in and attend to my needs and also fix my hair and make-up. I would find everything I needed on the vanity. As she was closing the door she said I would be allowed 15 minutes to myself. This was a very welcome relief. As I looked around I saw that besides all the necessary cosmetics, a tray with water, coffee and even my brand of cigarettes had been provided. The first thing I did was pour a glass of water and take a long drink. It helped clear the smelling salts from my system. Next I lit a cigarette and took several deep drags. It seemed to have a calming effect. I then studied myself in the mirror. To my amazement except for the whip marks on my thighs I saw no signs of the ordeal I had just undergone.

I had not realized until that minute that I needed to urinate. It was probably from all the coffee I drank in the afternoon. What I wore gave me free access to the toilet but as I began to sit I felt the pain from the dildos deep inside. I just prayed that when Gund pushed me down I was not injured internally. I did not linger for fear of not completing my orders. I went back to the sink and finding a cloth wiped down my body as much as the lingerie would allow. I dabbed at the welts on my thighs with cold water. This took some of the sting out. I even tried to put some of the cold water between my legs. Next I quickly fixed my hair and face. Not knowing how much time I had left I poured some coffee and lit another cigarette. As I took a mouthful of the warming liquid my mind began to ponder what I had seen and heard. Mercifully as I began to torture myself with thoughts the door opened.

Goldie and the Dr. had Laura. She seemed to be barely conscious. Her arms were draped over their shoulders and her head hung down. They were almost dragging her into the bathroom. As I looked up at her, my eyes were drawn to her stomach. They had forced so much liquid into her that she appeared well along in a pregnancy. The garter belt she wore was almost hidden beneath the distended flesh. Through her groans I heard her beg them to release the water. It was at that point that Mrs. Winston appeared at the door and called me out. She said it was time for me to perform again. She added that I should pay close attention to Lauras condition. As I exited the room Mrs. Winston reminded me that this is what happens to slaves who do not use their mouths as ordered. As we walked back to the sitting area I was told that it was time for me to get my first taste of female flesh. I felt myself cringe. I had known this time would come, and I dreaded it. The idea of having sex with a female was absolutely revolting to me. The worst part of it was that I did not even know what to do. Mr. Winston and Mr. Gund were still seated in the same chairs they were for my show with the dildos. The wardress was on a small couch and that is were I was lead. We stopped directly in front of her and I was sure she would be my first. As the anxiety started to take hold of me it was Mrs. Winston who ordered me to start undressing her. She quickly told the others that since she was the one to engineer my current situation, she should be the first to benefit. I heard what she had told me but did not know how to proceed. I just stood there feeling waves of humiliation and fright sweep over me. Mrs. Winston again ordered me to start but all I could do was beg them not to make me do this. I offered to service the men instead saying that they could have me in any way they wanted. Mrs. Winston answered by saying that would come, but now it was time for me to learn how to please a woman. I stood motionless staring down at the floor. All of a sudden Mrs. Winston slapped me hard across the face. She began yelling that if I did not do as she said they would begin with the tortures. I had no choice. I would do whatever possible to forestall the inevitable pain. I reached for the buttons of her blouse. With trembling fingers I slowly worked my way down until the blouse hung open. She turned suddenly and ordered me to take it off and put it neatly on the couch. I was then directed to remove the red leather skirt she wore. I undid the zipper and slid it down past her hips. As she stepped out of it I picked it up and put it with the blouse. Again she turned and for the first time I looked directly at her. She stood before me wearing a scant red lace bra with a matching garter belt, black stockings and red shoes. She wore no panties exposing her clean shaven pussy. Although I had seen her almost totally nude in the Drs. office this time was much worse. I knew what was expected of me, and why she was exposed. She took a semi reclining position on the couch next to the wardress. She then told me to get on my knees and start kissing her tits. She added I better do it well if I did not want to end up like Laura. I knew any pleading or resistance at this point was futile. And I definitely did not want the treatment Laura had. I tried to resign myself to the fact that I knew this time would come. After all, this was one of the reasons I was here. With a sigh of defeat I gently pulled her bra out of the way, exposing her breasts. I tried not to look into her eyes as I raised my mouth to comply. As I sucked the nipple into my mouth I felt repulsed and confused.

I tried to remember how John had sucked on my nipples. It seemed so long ago. Before I had been caught and reduced to some sort of slave for these peoples perverted lusts. I loved sex with John. Sometimes gentle other times rough, even kinky by some standards. Would it or could it ever be again. We had been fighting the past few weeks. He said I was acting strangely. He demanded to know what was wrong. With my preoccupation to the problem I was having I was neglecting and even mistreating him. If only I could tell him what was wrong. My attention was brought back to what I was being forced to do. Mrs. Winston grabbed a handful of my hair and as she began to pull said I better show some effort. I brought my hands up to her chest and tried to gently rub and caress. Not knowing what else to do I tried licking and sucking the nipples. All the while she just pulled at my hair and told me how poorly I was doing. Afraid to anger her I put more effort into it. The harder I tried the worse it got. She was getting angrier. The tears began to well in my eyes. Finally I picked my head up and began to beg, saying I was trying my best but couldn't do it. She went into a rage. Guiding my head by the hair she forced my face down to her pussy. She began to scream at me to start eating her or else. She then adjusted her position and buried my face in her cunt. I felt her thighs engulf my head as she continued pulling my hair. She ground my face into her slit. The smell of her, even though not repulsive, triggered something deep within. I fought to try and free myself from her grip. Whatever the consequences this was too perverse for me. The more I struggled the harder she held me. I was being smothered. Fighting for breath I finally pushed myself free falling back onto the floor. As I lay there trying to catch my breath she sprang from the couch. She went into an absolute frenzy shouting threats and obscenities down at me. I was called a worthless cunt, a rotten bitch, a total piece of shit etc. I was also promised unimaginable punishment for disobeying and embarrassing her. To punctuate each verbal assault I received a kick to whatever part of my body was exposed to her. I just tried to protect myself and begged for forgiveness. I even tried to tell her that I would try again. All my pleading was in vain. She continued to yell and kick. Finally it was the wardress who came to my aid. She stood up and pulled Mrs. Winston away from me telling her to calm down. I was finally able to get on my feet and run behind a chair. As a sense of calm was restored I heard the two men laughing as they told the women that they knew I would not do it. They were also bragging over the fact that they had won the bet. The mention of which only made Mrs. Winston's face burn in anger.

Again I begged them to forgive me and try to understand that I had never even touched a woman before. My reply came from Mrs. Winston. She told me how because of my disobedience she lost a bet with the men. It was because of me that she would have to allow them both to fuck her in the ass. It was because of me that she was now, and would later be embarrassed. As she spoke her anger toward me grew. She told me how because of what I had done or rather refused to do, I would be severely punished. She promised that I would be tortured until I begged to eat her cunt, eat a hundred cunts. Her words had me literally shaking in my shoes. I knew she meant every word. It was then that the Dr. and Goldie returned from attending to Laura. They were told what had happened and they all began to discuss what should be done. I just stood frozen, hearing about beatings, electrical, needles, douches, the rack, the chair, enemas even the tank. Thankfully it was the Dr. who explained how this was my first time and what could they really expect. She agreed I had to be disciplined for what I had done. But pointed out that they had to follow the plan and not go to fast with me. After they all took a moment to think they said she was indeed correct. Next they asked her how she suggested they proceed. I could not hear what was said but they all appeared satisfied. The Dr. came over to me and almost kindly told me to follow her. After watching and hearing the others I felt my chances were best with her so I obeyed. She and the Wardress lead me towards the medical area with the others following close behind. As I walked I felt my stomach tighten. I knew I was about to be punished. I silently cursed myself for not trying to obey Mrs. Winston. As repulsed as I was by the thought of having sex with another woman, it was preferable to pain.

During the past several weeks I anticipated the act and thought I would be able to carry it out. It also occurred to me that they figured I would not do as ordered and used it as an excuse to cause me to suffer. Whatever the reason it was to late to think about now. I was next to the gynecological table with everyone except Laura surrounding me. The wardress spoke first. She told me how at the prison they often had the same problem with new girls. When they were called upon to service one of the staff, they would usually refuse. The normal procedure was to strap them to a table and whip their tits and cunts with a cane until they bleed and would beg to eat anyone. The problem with that being the cane does a lot of damage and the girl usually ends up in the infirmary. Since they do not want me totally incapacitated, the Dr. has suggested an alternative. "I will allow her to explain it to you" the Wardress concluded. This was a deviation from the norm. Usually they would just do as they wished, now it seemed as if they were going to tell me about it first. The Dr. began by saying that I would be secured to the table. My legs would be spread and my chest elevated. I would then be injected with Bees Venom in my breasts and vaginal lips. I gasped and began to protest but was told to shut up or it would be worse. After all, I had done this all to myself. Despite my whimpering she continued. I was told how the venom would cause instant swelling and burning, but have no lasting effects. I would then have the injected areas beaten with rubber hoses. After I received 20 strokes to my breasts and 10 between my legs I would again be given the opportunity to please Mrs. Winston. If I then refused or did not perform satisfactorily I would receive a second beating. I tried to say that I would try again on my own and to please not hurt me. That statement brought laughter from everyone. In unison they said they had barely begun to hurt me. Angrily the Dr. told me not to interrupt her as my immediate fate was sealed. Without any further dialogue I was ordered to remove my bra and get onto the table. Shaking in fear I reached behind my back to undo the clasp. Between my nerves and the tightness of the garment I could not unfasten the hooks. I heard Mrs. Winston tell Goldie to help me. She said she would be right there, she was getting the hoses. Within a few seconds she approached and laid two pieces of what looked like ordinary garden hose on the table next to me. As she stepped behind me to unhook the bra I had a second to study the instruments they were going to beat me with. One piece was about a foot long, the other about eighteen inches long. They were both black rubber with the shorter of the two being thicker.

The bra came loose and was ripped from my chest leaving me standing topless for the first time today. Instinctively I put my arms up to cover myself and received a slap across the face from Mrs. Winston. She told me to put my hands down and get on the table. In fear of angering them further I jumped up. The four women quickly began strapping me down. My legs were put in the stirrups and spread obscenely wide. A section of the table below my shoulder blades was raised causing my chest to elevate. Next my arms were pulled over my head and fastened. A wide strap was put across my waist and tightened. This was basically the same position I remembered so well from the Drs. office. I was again completely helpless and vulnerable. Understandably I began to sob and beg them not to do this to me. I watched the Dr. as she went to a cabinet and began filling some syringes. The first two were about the same size as had been used on me before. When I saw her pick up the third one my sobs turned to screams. That needle was at least three inches long. Despite the screams and protests the Dr. filled two of the long ones. She brought the four syringes to the table and placed them next to me. This time it was the Dr. who slapped me and told me to shut up. All of a sudden her attitude had changed. She turned into the sadist I remembered from our last encounter. I began to pull at the straps to try and break free. Beside feeling the waves of panic sweep over me I also felt a deep sense of embarrassment. Not only did I have four women staring at me. There were also two men. I felt like some kind of exhibit. Suddenly both men and the wardress began touching and probing. This was the first time the three of them saw me this open and exposed. While the men concentrated on the area between my legs the wardress was busy with my breasts. After she squeezed and pulled, she turned to the others and said something. The words that stood out were, "perfect for tit torture". There was that phrase again. The Dr. then came forward with a jar of alcohol. Using cotton swabs she wiped around my open pussy. In so doing she made sure to get some of the liquid inside me. She knew what the effect would be. I screamed as I felt a terrible burning sensation. She just smiled down at me. She then looked up at Mrs. Winston and grabbing a handful of my pubic hair said "this will have to be removed in the near future, send her to Dorothea". She then moved up to my chest. In my state of panic, that comment, nor the fact that she only wiped around my nipples registered. The alcohol felt cold on my sweating breasts. It also made me cry and beg louder realizing the needles were next. It had been two weeks since I was at Dr. Kim's and had the injections in my breasts but the memory was very vivid. There was no way to prepare for the pain I knew would be forth coming. To make matters worse The Dr. decided to toy with me. She picked up one of the longer needles and showed it to me. She told me how she would stick it straight into my nipple. I remember yelling "please god no" over and over. She continued the verbal torment. I was told how the entire 3 inches would plunge into me, almost touching the breast bone. Then how the venom would be injected. It would take only seconds before I felt as if I was stung by a swarm of bees. The more she spoke the more intense my struggles became. The muscles in my arms and legs were cramping from the strain of trying to pull free. My only freedom was the ability to scream, and beg them not to do this. Being as petrified of the needles as I was, I even offered to willingly submit to some other form of punishment. My suggestion seemed to amuse them. I was asked what I had in mind. All I could think of was to let Goldie use the strap or whip on me again. This brought hardy laughter from everyone. Finally someone said they planned to do that later anyway. Before I had a chance to say another word the Wardress grabbed my right breast in both hands and held it in a vise like grip. She looked down at me and said not to move or the needle could break inside me. I then felt the tip of the needle pricking the now taut nipple. Cries of protest caught in my throat as the Dr. slowly pushed the full three inches into me. I felt the sharp point cutting through the delicate flesh. To make it even more painful the Dr. kept pulling it out and then pushing it in again. The agony was so intense I just smashed my teeth together and pounded my head on the table. I was consumed by the pain. My senses were even taken from me. It was if I could not see or hear or make a sound. Just as the ability to scream and struggle returned I fell into a pitch black abyss. For the second time tonight they had to revive me. When I regained consciousness, I recall still screaming in pain. The first thing I focused on was the face of the Dr. She just looked at me and said to calm down, the worst was over. An oxygen mask was placed over my face and I was told to breathe deeply. As my senses returned I felt the terrible pain in my breast. Anything that had been done to me so far paled in comparison to the pain I had just experienced. Before I could say anything the Dr. said the next injection would not be nearly as bad. She then sarcastically said she was sorry, but she slipped and touched my breastbone by accident. Through the haze of pain I heard the others laughing. The wardress commented about how often that happens. With a smile on her face the Dr. picked up the second syringe. This time the Wardress grabbed the left breast, pulling it up by the nipple. I began screaming as I watched the needle which was positioned next to the nipple, descend into me. As promised, this one was not as severe as the first if that is possible. The Dr. just pushed the needle into me and injected the venom. This time not being granted the luxury of unconsciousness, I felt the fiery liquid spread through me. No longer able to scream I just groaned as I watched myself swell. It took only seconds for this tit to match the first. They were both much larger and stood erect on my chest. I could also feel the burning sensation slowly increasing. I was so engrossed by the spectacle and changing feelings in my breasts that I was unaware of the Dr. moving between my legs. It was not until I felt the prick of the needle that I realized she was injecting one side of my pussy. It was quick and it hurt but nowhere as badly as my chest. The fourth injection caused me to whine through clenched teeth. Although this was all very new to me I was sure these injections could have been made much worse. Time would prove me correct. As if we were back at the office waiting for the coffee to brew, Mrs. Winston said it would be a minute until they started hitting me. They wanted to wait for the venom to take its full effect. Both areas were already burning and swollen. It also felt as if every nerve in my body was concentrated in the two areas. Under normal circumstances these are the two most sensitive parts of a womans body. I could not imagine being beaten there, even without the injections. As Mrs. Winston picked up the longer of the hoses and moved next to me I again started to beg. My answer was the hose slapping the underside of both breasts. Although formidable, it was not as bad as I had imagined. I dug my nails into the palms of my hands and let out a loud groan. But this was only the first of twenty. I quickly realized that she could have hit me much harder. I endured the first five strokes in the same way. I even got the impression she was toying with me. When she went to the other side of the table and started on the upper curves my groans turned to cries of pain. I took five of these before she laid the hose down. Then they all took the opportunity to touch and squeeze the beaten area. By this time I was openly crying, tears running freely. My breasts were throbbing and burnt as if they were over an open fire. I was also becoming aware of a terrible itching. They continued to paw at my now very painful breasts. Comments were made as to the size and appearance. As I looked down I saw a maze of blue veins and was startled by how much they had grown. To my horror they were discussing what types of injections and other tortures could be done in the future. Suddenly I felt someone touching my pussy. I was able to move my head enough to see Mr. Winston between my obscenely spread thighs. His touch made me realize how swollen and sensitive the area was. All of a sudden I was aware of something being forced inside of me. It must have been a large object, because it was painful. Mr. Gund joined him in my humiliation. They touched, probed and looked, constantly talking amongst themselves. I would find out later about what. My attention was brought back to the head of the table. The wardress was standing next to me unbuttoning her suit jacket. She took it off and handed it to Goldie. She wore a black push-up bra that brought her more than ample breasts into prominence. As she picked up one of the hoses, I realized what was about to happen. I had seen her in the video remove her jacket before she started beating her victim.

Her first blow crashed down on my right nipple. My scream was interrupted by the second stoke. What Mrs. Winston had done was absolutely nothing compared to the beating I was getting from the wardress. This was pure agony. Beside screaming and ripping at the straps, I was yelling that she would cause permanent damage. I was afraid that the skin would burst from the power of the blows. The hose struck both breasts at random. She concentrated on the nipple area. I lost count of how many times I was hit. I'm sure it was more than ten. As I began to feel a black cloud creep over me the beating stopped. I was in terrible pain but screaming was almost impossible. My chest was heaving from the effort of trying to breath. When I regained some composure the first thing I did was lift my head to examine my battered breasts. All I could do was begin screaming again. The purpose of the hoses became apparent. Although the skin was not broken both breasts were a mass of bruised flesh. They were almost purple and even more swollen than before. As soon as I was able to speak I began to beg them not to hit me anymore. Crying hysterically I begged to be given another chance to service Mrs. Winston. I would do anything not to feel the hoses on my tender and swollen pussy. If what had been done to my chest was any guide I knew having my pussy beaten would be pure hell. My answer was that I had to be punished for what I had already done. And I was warned that if I did not perform satisfactorily, the process would be repeated until I got it right. It was Mr. Winston who picked up one of the hoses and waved it over my face. He began taunting me by saying how he was going to beat me raw and then fuck me. As he approached the end of the table I realized that I was about to be beaten my a man for the first time. I logically assumed that a man had more strength than a woman and feared that the beating would be more severe. I was indeed correct. The hose hit my spread lips with tremendous force. I let out a blood curdling scream as I writhed in agony. With all my strength I tried to tear free of my bonds. As the blows kept reigning down on my exposed pussy I tried to bang my head onto the table in an attempt to knock myself out. It felt as if I was being hit with a baseball bat rather than a rubber hose. This was just pure brutality. Finally it was over. As I lay there, my body convulsing from the pain I tried to catch my breath and again regain my senses. The group was assembled all around me. They not only studied the areas of my body which had been battered but they also paid close attention to my reactions. They derived joy from my pain. As I looked at them, all I could see was the excitement and pleasure on their faces. It was apparent to me that they all got turned on by seeing and hearing me suffer. Judging from their comments and expressions, the next year would be a living hell. Before I was able to say a word, Mrs. Winston came right up to my face. With a sarcastic grin, she asked if I was ready to eat her or did I want another taste of the hoses. Choking through my sobs I begged her to please let me try again. I promised to do my best, but pleaded with her not to hit me anymore. I was left bound to the table. Without saying a word she just climbed up and squatted over my face. This time with no thought or hesitation I stuck out my tongue and raised my head. As my mouth came in contact with her gaping pussy I felt her lower herself onto my face. Fear of what would happen quickly pushed the revulsion from my mind. I started to move my tongue around trying to remember how I had been eaten by some of my lovers. I felt her bucking into my face as if she were riding a horse. Then I heard her yelling at me to get my tongue inside her and put some effort into it. Knowing better than to displease her again I did as I was told. Whatever I was doing seemed to be satisfying her because she settled into some sort of rhythm. When she put her weight on me, both my mouth and nose were covered, causing me to gasp for breath. She must have enjoyed that because she repeated it several times. I then felt her shift her position as she told me to lick her clit. I must not have done it to her satisfaction. My penalty was someone grabbing both my breasts and squeezing. Through the flash of pain I instantly obeyed, not wanting to further anger her. I licked and sucked at her clit while still using my tongue on her lips and inside her. Her excitement was evident. I felt it dripping down my chin. Finally after what seemed an eternity it felt as if she was having an orgasm. She again grabbed my hair and tried to pull my whole head deeper into her. While so doing she kept telling me to do it more, calling me a bitch, cunt, slave. After a few violent spasms, she collapsed on top of me. It took a few minutes before she climbed off the table. That gave me a little time to catch my breath and think of what I had just done. I was totally disgusted with myself, but knew it was better than one of their tortures. I also had the feeling I would be doing a lot more of it. I just did not know how soon. The wardress came over to Mrs. Winston and jokingly said I must have done a good job. Her reply was that I had a lot to learn but showed enthusiasm. Also fear of another beating made up for my lack of experience. To my horror the Wardress said she would judge for herself. With that she began removing her skirt. Beneath it she wore only a wide black garter belt and stockings. Seeing her in only underwear I realized how big and well built she actually was. As she started to climb into the same position as Mrs. Winston, I was faced with a new horror. Unlike Mrs. Winston who's pussy had been clean shaven, the wardress had a thick mound of dark curly hair. Before I was able to react, she lowered herself, placing it over my mouth. I felt strong thighs press either side of my head and as had been the case earlier, she grabbed a handful of my hair. As I began to turn my face away and protest I felt as if my hair was being ripped out by the roots. To further make the point someone hit me across both breasts with something. The point was again made. If I did not want anymore pain I had better obey. For only the second time in my life I was servicing another woman. It was difficult for me to get through the mass of course hair but finally my tongue was able to snake up inside her. The wardress was not as gentle or patient as Mrs. Winston. In a very short time she was grinding into my face with all her weight. She also placed herself over both my nose and mouth causing me to choke. She must have done it purposely, because when I opened my mouth wider in an attempt to breath she pushed down harder and told me to put my tongue deeper. Finally I must have been doing what she wanted because she was relaxing her grip on my hair. She then began to tell me what to do. I heard phrases like eat me out, suck my cunt, put your tongue deeper and lick my clit. I followed her direction as best I could. After what seemed an eternity I felt her body stiffen as her juices flowed into my mouth. I started to gag and thought I would vomit. Fear of the consequences made me fight the urge. Although totally discussed I continued doing what she wanted. Finally her orgasm came to an end. Slowly she too climbed off the table. Still bound I could do nothing but lay there and cry. After a few minutes of watching everyone stare at me and listening to their comments I begged to be released. I told them I needed some water and wanted to wash my face. To my surprise the Dr. unfastened my hands and helped me into a sitting position. Goldie then handed me a glass of water and a wet towel. Quickly I tried to wipe away the two women. As I began to drink the water the Dr. spoke. She said I could not be released because she did not have her turn yet. In a fit of rage I screamed, "no more" and threw the empty glass across the room. In my present position that was not a smart move. My legs were still strapped into the stirrups, leaving my pussy wide open and vulnerable. The Dr. picked up one of the hoses and told me my temper tantrum had earned me five strokes. As the hose hit my already swollen lips the men grabbed me and held me in place. The pain was worse than what I had felt only a short time ago. I screamed and struggled violently, forcing Mr. Winston to lay over my brutalized breasts. That only caused me more suffering. The five strokes left me beaten not only physically but also mentally. When the men released me I just laid there and cried. I also begged them not to do anymore to me, I had enough. Between sobs I tried to tell them that this was only the first party and I could not take anymore. My answer was to have my wrists pulled over my head and refastened. As I watched the Dr. begin to remove her clothes, Mrs. Winston came up next to me. In her sarcastic tone she told me that it was only 1 AM and they did not plan to end the party until around 7 or 8. Furthermore there were still several things they had planned. And lastly they would determine when I had enough. The Dr. had stripped down to a black strapless longline bra with garters. She was very small compared to the other women and not very well endowed. Although I had seen her almost nude during my visit to her office I was now seeing her in a new light. Knowing what was about to happen I looked directly at her exposed pussy. Thankfully she was also clean shaven. As she began to mount the table I became confused. Unlike Mrs. Winston and the Wardress she squatted over me facing my legs. To my horror I was looking directly at her ass. Sickened by the prospect I just closed my eyes and waited. She lowered herself grinding her pussy onto my now tender lips. As she adjusted her position she told me to start eating her. Like the two before her she also told me how she wanted me to do it. Half heartedly I began. In an attempt to satisfy the oriental sadist I did what I had just done to the two women before her. Unfortunately, she did not find my performance to her liking. To show me the error of my ways she reached down and squeezed my already tortured breasts. Through my muffled screams I heard her telling me how poorly I was doing. She also said that if I did improve quickly my tits would suffer for it. In an effort to save my pitifully abused chest I ate her to the best of my limited ability. Unfortunately, she was not pleased by what I was doing and I received several more slaps and pinches. The reason for her position was now apparent. While I had the repulsive task of pleasing her she could indulge herself in her favorite pastime, torturing another woman.

Just as the Dr. began to settle into a kind of slow grinding motion on my face, I felt something touch my pussy. It felt as if someone was spreading a cool liquid on the open and swollen lips. Before I could analyze what was being done a searing pain tore into me. Something was being forced into my beaten and swollen pussy. My scream was muffled by the Drs. pussy grinding into my open mouth. Trying to move my head only brought more pain to my breasts. After the initial surge of pain between my legs I realized what was happening. I was being raped. Strong hands were pulling on my spread thighs to gain deeper penetration. That is when I heard Mr. Winston say how tight I was and how good it felt. Being tortured and forced to service the women apparently was not enough for the group. Now I was being fucked by one of the men. Having both of my nipples viciously twisted brought my attention back to the Dr. Between the surges of pain in my pussy I heard her telling me not to stop eating her. To emphasize the order she grasped both breasts and twisted them until I was sure they would burst. Despite the pain between my legs I put all my effort into satisfying the woman sitting on my face. After a few minutes of doing what I had learned with the other women I felt the Drs. body stiffen and finally reach orgasm. With nothing to distract me I became painfully aware of the brutal fucking I was getting. The injections I had been given made it feel like a horse was inside me. As the Dr. climbed off me I could see Mr. Winston for the first time. My groans and tear filled eyes seemed to renew his energy. He started pounding into my swollen pussy lips. Crying openly I endured this punishment until he came. Before he even pulled out of me his wife went to his side and sarcastically said that she knew how long he wanted to do that. She also said that he would have many more opportunities to use and abuse me.

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