As he withdrew from me and walked away, Mr. Gund came into view. As he approached my wide spread legs I saw him stroking the largest erection I had ever seen. My eyes riveted themselves to the monster in his hand. It appeared to be almost twice the size of Johns, or the many other men I had been with. Knowing what was about to happen I started begging him not to put that in me. Even without the venom in my pussy I would fear a cock of this size. In my present condition I was afraid of being ripped and badly hurt. Except for pulling at the straps that held me I could do nothing to escape the inevitable rape. What Mr. Gund started to do could not be called rape, it was just more torture. By spreading the lips of my pussy with his rough fingers, he was able to position himself. Then he lunged forward.

The first thrust caused excruciating pain and almost made me pass out again. I was screaming wildly as he prepared to push further into my ravaged pussy. The second thrust pushed him so deep I felt him crash into my uterus. This time, I did pass out. With the now familiar Amyl Nitrate capsule waving under my nose, I was jarred back to consciousness. It was probably only a short time that I was out, because when I came too Mr. Gund was still fucking me. Not only did my pussy hurt, but I also felt waves of pain internally. My cries for him to stop went unheeded, he continued with the assault. The group had assembled around us and was edging him on. Some of their comments were also directed at me. Someone said I better get used to him because I will have him in every opening of my body. The Dr. told me to think about being bent over a table and having him up my ass. The more I heard the more I begged to be let go. That only brought more comments and a lot of laughter. Finally he also came and the brutal rape ended. Bound and exhausted I just laid there hoping that it was over. So far this evening I had been shown what could and would be used on me. Made to humiliate myself with the dildos. Felt Goldies whip. Had injections in the most sensitive parts of my body. Was forced to perform oral sex on three women and was raped by two men.

I had enough. Crying like a small beaten child I begged them to let me go home. In a desperate attempt to gain my freedom I even promised to come back in a week. I tried to tell them that I would be more cooperative and enthusiastic next time. For a moment I thought my pleas were being answered. The Dr. came over to me with a stethoscope and placed it on my chest. After a few moments she told the others that my heart rate was slightly elevated, but not a problem. She then inspected my breasts and vaginal area. The Dr. announced there were minor lacerations to the breasts. Also the vaginal opening had been torn and badly bruised. Mrs. Winston inquired as to the severity and was told that an antiseptic and some antibiotic ointment would be all that was needed. The next question asked of the Dr. was whether or not I could continue. Her answer was totally devastating and made me start to scream and again rip at my bonds. She said I was still in good shape and could still take more. Through my screams I heard the Dr. suggest that she first clean me up and treat my wounds. At that point it was the wardress who said to wait. In her opinion it was only fair that Goldie have her turn with me. I fell instantly silent. The thought was more than I could bear. To my horror the rest of the group quickly agreed. Goldie had removed her dress earlier when she was whipping me. She was still wearing the long white heavy bra and massive girdle. I watched as she pulled the bra cups to the sides revealing her huge breasts. She then hurriedly undid the garters and pulled the girdle toward her waist. The sight was appalling. She had exposed her jet black nipples and mass of pubic hair. As she approached the table I started saying that I could not do this. I stopped screaming and in an almost calm voice told everyone that I would not. I said that if she put any part of her body near my mouth I would bite it off. Amused the wardress asked me why I felt that way. I said it was bad enough having to eat them but I would not do it to a black woman.

First I tried begging. Then when I felt I was getting no place I made the mistake of saying that no matter what they did I would not eat her. Goldie went into a rage and said that she would beat me until I agreed. The wardress suggested I be given another dose of the hoses. Mrs. Winston said she would get me to cooperate with the cattle prod. Even the men were angry and shouting suggestions. Finally the Dr. told them all to be patient. She said that some caution had to be taken. She reminded them about proceeding slowly in the beginning. As they all began to quiet down she told them that she would do something that would make me beg to obey them. But, she added would be less physically damaging. As they had done before, they fell silent and listened to her. Someone asked what she had in mind. She appeared to ponder the question and then replied. She said she would use a torture that she uses on some of the high priced whores that are brought to her by their pimps. The procedure leaves no marks, is quick, causes terrible pain and has no lasting effects. In that way as soon as the whore agrees to do as she is told, she can go right back to work. Through this dialogue I just struggled and begged them not to hurt me anymore. As the Dr. headed towards the cabinets, Mrs. Winston looked down at me and said I could stop the punishment. All I had to do was immediately agree to eat Goldie's cunt. For disobeying, I would have to also ask to have my tits whipped with the hoses. If I did this she would stop the Dr. Without even thinking about it I told her she was a perverted bitch and to go to hell. I would never eat the black maid. With a smile, she said "I was hoping you would say that". As I turned my head I saw the Dr. coming toward me carrying a length of thin hose and a tube of K-Y. Nervously I demanded to know what she was going to do. Her reply was to wave the hose at me and tell me,"this is a colon tube and it is going up your ass". Without saying another word she took the now familiar position between my widespread legs. It took only a second for me to feel the lubricant being pushed into my rectum. I quickly felt the cool jell going inside me. Even this small intrusion was painful due to the swelling of the entire area. She then uncoiled the hose onto my stomach. I was able to see that it was about 5 feet long but thankfully only about ½ inch in diameter. Holding one end in her hand she bent beneath my line of sight. Immediately I felt the hose being pushed into me. Between sobs I alternately begged her to stop and asked what she was doing. She neither stopped nor answered me. I could feel the tube going deeply into me. I also watched its length disappear from my stomach. By this time everyone had assembled around me and was commenting on what the Dr. was going to do. I kept hearing them say enema, only the wardress shook her head negatively and smiled. The tube continued into me. It was not what I would call painful but it was a strange sensation. I could feel the internal movement just below my naval. As I strained my head to look at my stomach I saw that the entire length was gone. The Dr. reappeared, walked to the side of the table, looked directly into my eyes and stated that the tube was well placed at the top of my large intestine. Frightened and confused by the fact that I felt no pain I again begged them to stop. It was Mrs. Winston who bent over me and told me that what I was about to experience was unnecessary. Had I obeyed and let the maid have her turn, I would be off the table by now. But I had to learn, and would now be punished until I begged Goldie to let me satisfy her.

My eyes went toward the massive black woman as I bravely said never. I remember Mr. Gund looking at me and in his sarcastic self assured way tell me "never say never". Suddenly the Dr. laid a small oxygen tank on the table next to me. Silently I bit my lip and dug my nails into my palms. Whatever they were planning was going to be terrible. They were already preparing to revive me, I thought. Next I watched as the Dr. tightened a strap across my stomach and another across my forehead. Having my head fastened robbed me of the small luxury of seeing what was happening. I felt movement between my legs and then felt the cold steel of the oxygen tank next to my ribcage. The Dr. then entered my line of sight, looked down at me and simply said that I knew what to say if I wanted her to stop.

Bathed in sweat and shaking in fear I just stared up at her pleading with my eyes. First I heard a strange hissing sound and then it felt like someone had driven a knife into my stomach. A scream of pure agony echoed through the room. I was sure I had been stabbed. Oddly the flash of pain ceased as quickly as it had come. It was replaced by what would best be described as severe cramps. Before I was even able to speak the Dr. was asking me if I was ready to obey. Still trying to understand what had just happened I again heard the hiss. The sensation was the same. It felt as if my stomach was being ripped apart. The way I was strapped to the table allowed me almost no movement. All I was able to do was try and pull free causing my muscles to cramp. I imagined they were putting some type of long needle into my stomach and the cramping was the result of my struggles. This time I was able to speak first. In a very unsteady voice I asked what they were doing to me. The Dr. began to explain that this was a modern version of an old oriental torture she had learned in Viet Nam. They used it on prisoners they wished to interrogate but did not want visibly bruised. All it was, was air being forced into the large intestine. When the Viet Cong did it they would insert a hose attached to a tire pump. Now this group used the oxygen tank. Proudly she said how much better this method was because of the increased pressure. As if giving a lecture she told of the great success she achieved with the treatment. She must have thought I had not heard enough because she added that the same treatment could also be used on a womans uterus and bladder. Although I heard the hissing sound of the oxygen, there was no way to prepare for the agony that followed. Given some seconds to recover I was again asked if I was ready to obey. Foolishly hoping for some kind of reprieve I remained silent. The next torrent of air was much longer than the rest. The pain was so intense I could not even get the small relief screaming allows. This process was repeated many more times. It is still difficult for me to understand how air could cause such pain. As a cloud of darkness was about to descend over me I remember yelling for them to stop, I would obey. A cool cloth was placed on my face and I was given time to recover. Mrs. Winston then asked me what I was prepared to do. She said I should be explicit. I recall thinking that not only did they want to see me suffer, they also wanted to hear me humiliate myself. In a small shaking voice I said I would do Goldie. That was not enough for them. I was told that I would have to be more convincing and graphic. I said please let me satisfy her. They asked how I would satisfy her. Not knowing what they wanted to hear caused another dose of the oxygen to crash into my stomach. Finally I realized what they wanted. In order to save myself another turn of the valve I would give it to them. To my complete disgust I heard myself say, "please let me eat goldies cunt". Apparently I was correct. The straps were removed from my stomach and head. The sight of Goldie mounting the table and squatting over me almost made me vomit. Not wanting to cause myself anymore punishment I fought the impulse, opened my mouth and closed my eyes. The black woman was more interested in vengeance than pleasure. Before I could even feel the moist flesh of her opening, I had to use my tongue to cut through the mass of course dry pubic hair. Nauseated I continued until I felt her smother me with her gaping pussy. When it felt as if I was making some progress she lifted herself from me. I watched as she changed her position. Now I had one of her massive nipples over my mouth. She then said start sucking my tits slut. Afraid of the consequences I did as ordered. Several more times she changed position. I had either her pussy or tits shoved into my mouth. She continued giving me directions and verbal abuse. These were punctuated by a slap to my swollen and tender breasts or a blast of the oxygen. Finally after what seemed like hours of this, I felt her thighs tighten around my head. All at once I was trying to breath, swallow her vile secretions and scream because she was tearing at my breasts. As Goldie got off the table I realized that everyone had gone to the sitting area except the Dr. Slowly Goldie began releasing the straps as the Dr. pulled the hose from deep in my intestine. Feeling totally abused and violated I silently prayed that they were finished with me. Crying openly I was helped to my feet. Leaning against the table I remember hanging my head as much from humiliation as from exhaustion. The thoughts of what I had just been through kept pounding in my head. My entire body ached from all the physical abuse I had suffered. I just stood there hoping this nightmare was over at last. Without saying a word the two women each took an arm and helped me toward what had earlier been referred to as the water room. At that point I was too weak and disgusted to even protest. Upon entering, the Dr. asked if I needed to use the toilet. Nervously I replied yes and was lead to the bowl. Not caring that it was in plain site in a corner of the room, I let them almost drop me onto it. Immediately the Dr. sent Goldie to get me coffee and cigarettes. As she handed me a glass of water she told me to relax and assured me they were almost done. I gulped at the cool liquid thankful for something to wash the vile taste from my mouth. In the dazed state I was in the words "almost done" took a few seconds to register. Before I was able to question the Dr., Goldie returned with a tray. She placed it on a counter next to me and sarcastically said "help yourself". I quickly lit a cigarette and poured a cup of coffee. While doing so I heard the Dr. giving the maid instructions.

She told her to let me rest for awhile. Then to wash me off, douche me and help me fix myself up a bit. As she was leaving she turned to the maid and said "remember the men fucked her, give her a douche on the pipe if you want too". Then she added to call her when that was done because she had to attend to my injuries. Still not fully aware of what was said I remained on the bowl smoking and drinking coffee. I must have presented a truly bizarre sight but after what had happened, I really didn't care. Goldie spent a few minutes adjusting her own underwear and freshening up. She poured herself some coffee and sat on the examining table across from me. Not feeling strong enough to stand I remained seated and kept my eyes toward the floor. The silence of the room was deafening and I could feel her glare burning into me. The thoughts of what had just happened and particularly the remarks I had made in reference to the maid kept going through my mind. Thinking, if I tried to apologize to her it might help me later I finally spoke. I remember how in a soft voice I said I was sorry. I told her that I was in terrible pain and was very frightened. My words only seemed to get her angry all over again. Looking down at me she just told my to keep my mouth shut. She had heard it all before. She said I was not the first white bitch to think I was better than she was. With venom in her voice she told me how she was glad I said what I did. It only made it easier for her to hurt me. She went on saying that I had only fucked myself. Now she would make sure that anytime she had the opportunity to make it worse for me, she would. Before I could say a word in my defense she got up and said that I had enough rest. To emphasize the order she grabbed a handful of my hair and stood me on my feet. Still holding my hair she put her face only inches from mine and said "now strip bitch". All I was left wearing were the shoes, stockings and waist cincher. Not wishing to further anger her I quickly obeyed. As soon as I was totally nude she pushed me to a spot near where I had been sitting. The wrist cuffs I wore were then fastened together and attached to a chain that hung from the ceiling. I watched as she pushed a button near the door and my arms were slowly pulled over my head. This continued until my feet no longer touched the floor. Immediately I felt the burning sensation in my shoulder muscles. The position also put a tremendous amount of strain on my abused breasts. Hanging helplessly I could only watch as Goldie picked up a hand shower and turned some faucets. The treatment that followed was not a shower, it was just another form of punishment. The maid took great pleasure in adjusting the water temperature. At times I was engulfed by an ice cold stream. Other times it felt as if my skin would be blistered by the hot water. Although not an inch of my body was spared the torment, she paid special attention to certain spots. My face was one of her prime targets. More than once I was forced to hold my breath because the water was being directed into my nose or mouth. Her other favorites were my breasts and pussy. The pounding liquid hit the already tender areas with the force of one of the whips. It would cause an agonized scream which would make me open my mouth offering an ideal target. She continued her game for a long time until thankfully the water was turned off. As I felt my feet touch the floor I heard her sarcastically ask me if I enjoyed my shower. Still supported by the chain I had to endure the further abuse and indignity of having the maid dry me. Again she turned the simple task into a punishment. As she unfastened the chain from the wrist cuffs a broad smile appeared on her face. Then she said "now the real fun begins". She lead me to the opposite corner of the room. Remembering the instructions the Dr. had given I knew the douche was next. As we stopped in front of a strange looking apparatus I felt the knots begin to form in the pit of my stomach. Although I had seen this piece of equipment when Mrs. Winston gave the tour, it now took on a new prospective. It was about to be used on me. As goldie helped me onto a platform about four ft. square and a foot off the floor, she told me to pay attention to what she was doing. She added that over the next year I would spend many painful hours up here. Looking at the apparatus only confused me as to how it worked. The front of the platform had a panel which consisted of valves and gauges. Sticking through the top of the platform I stood on was a pipe about the height of my knees. I recall wondering how I could be given a douche. My thoughts were interrupted as Goldie grabbed one of my ankles and fastened the cuff to a hook near the edge. My legs were spread until the other ankle was attached to a hook on the opposite side. Next a chain was attached to my wrist cuffs and my arms were raised toward the ceiling.

I was forced to stand in the position of an inverted "y". The pipe aimed straight at my spread pussy. For a moment I thought that possibly the water would shoot up at me. That I soon realized would have been a blessing. As soon as goldie was satisfied that I was well secured, she stepped off the platform and went to a cabinet. As I hung there waiting, I wondered what time it could be. I remembered being told that I would be kept for approximately twelve hours. So far, with all that had happened it seemed like days. The pain and fatigue were getting the best of me. Possibly the worst, was the total feeling of despair and helplessness. After this small taste of what I had to look forward to, I wondered how I could go on. The thought of any woman being subjected to this was beyond my comprehension. Just then the contract I was forced to sign crept into my thoughts. It would be impossible for me to survive a year of this. I was so immersed in thought that I did not even realize that Goldie had returned to the platform. She was kneeling in front of me doing something to the pipe. The position I was in made it difficult to look down but after pulling and twisting I managed. What I saw made me begin to tare at my bonds and scream with renewed energy. She was attaching a nozzle. It could best be described as a very large butt plug with a hole at the top. Suddenly I began to understand what was about to happen to me. As the maid approached the control panel, I began to plead with her not to hurt me anymore. I remember telling her that if I had to be douched, to please do it another way. I even offered to do it to myself. As a sinister smile came to her face, she just looked up at me and said it was time to pay for what I had said. As her fingers turned one of the valves, I watched the pipe move upward. Bond as I was there was no way to avoid the nozzle as it searched for my spread pussy. As soon as it touched my swollen and beaten lips I groaned in discomfort. That was only the beginning. As Goldie increased the lift of the pipe I began to cry as the hellish nozzle pushed its way up into me. This continued until most of my weight was concentrated on the object between my legs. The pain was not caused by deep penetration, but by the stretching and pressure on the already abused area. Like I had done so many times already I found myself screaming and begging. That only brought a look of satisfaction to the maids face. She then squatted in front of me and checked the placement of the nozzle. It's purpose was to form a seal using the lips of my pussy. That way it would also keep the liquid in me. Satisfied, she stood up, looked directly into my eyes and said she would take a minute to tell me how this apparatus worked. I was told that hot water would be pumped into me under pressure. Again she pointed out the shape of the nozzle and explained how it would prevent the water from escaping. That would cause a tremendous strain on my internal organs. The volume of water would also cause severe swelling to my lower abdomen. And last but not least, with sufficient pressure the water would force it's way into my uterus. To taunt me further she said that if she had enough time she could make me look like I was six months pregnant. With an evil smile on her face she said because she had to hurry she would not be able to do as much as she would like, but reassured me there would be another time. That said, she returned to the valves, leaving me begging and struggling. As I watched her turn a faucet I tried to brace myself, anticipating a deluge of water. Instead I just hung there waiting. Finally I felt the liquid gently begin to seep into me. At first it actually seemed to have a soothing affect. I should have known it would not last. Within seconds the pressure began to build and it was getting hot. Just a few seconds more and it felt as if I was being scalded internally. Instantly my entire body was covered in sweat. As I tried to scream at her to stop, I was again gripped by severe cramps. So intense was the pain that I was unable to catch my breath in order to get the words out. To make this ordeal even worse was the fact that I was watching my stomach swell until I was sure permanent damage would be done. Just then I saw the maid again turn the faucet. The water stopped pouring into me. It took some time but finally I was able to ingest enough oxygen to regain the ability to move and most of all scream. Between the pressure and the severe temperature I did indeed scream and struggle to be free of this hellish device. My contortions only caused me to become further impaled on the nozzle. That only increased the pain from the injections. No matter what I did it only caused me greater suffering, and gave the maid even greater satisfaction. I remember how I tried to calm myself realizing that the worst was over and I had again survived. It seemed that my body was also adjusting to the pressure and extreme temperature. The stabbing pains I had felt earlier were now less severe and further apart, although I was still in great pain. Wishing to inspect the results of what she had done to me, Goldie stepped up on the platform. As I begged her to release the contents of my tortured pussy she just laughed and sarcastically said she would, soon. She then began to verbally torment me. She again told me to familiarize myself with this device because I would no doubt be spending many uncomfortable hours on it. To emphasize her point she directed my attention to the shelves lined with different types of nozzles. Some she said were for douches and others for severe enemas. She saw my reaction and with a smile said that what had just been done was mild in comparison to some of the enemas she would be giving me in the future. As she continued talking her hands began to roam over my swollen abdomen. That brought a fresh wave of pain surging into me. Still not satisfied she began to slap the distended flesh, causing me to again scream in agony. Finally she stopped hitting me. Again the pain began to diminish and I stopped screaming. Just as I was about to beg her to please stop, the Dr. came into the room and stepped onto the platform. She asked Goldie how I was holding up. As she listened to what the maid was saying she began to examine my stomach. Thankfully I heard her say that I had enough for now and to get the water out. With a look of disappointment on her face I watched Goldie quickly return to the controls. As she turned one of the valves I screamed more from surprise than from pain. The liquid was being sucked out of me. The relief was instantaneous. Within seconds even the swelling of my stomach was slowly disappearing. As this was happening, the Dr. looked at me and said it was done this way in order to avoid a mess all over the floor. As a smile came to her face she added that the suction could be increased to a very painful level. As she finished the sentence she nodded her head at Goldie. Suddenly it felt as if my insides were being ripped from my body. It was difficult and in itself painful, but there I was, screaming again. Finally the suction stopped and I felt the huge nozzle descend from between my legs. Goldie then asked the Dr. if she wanted me released. Her answer was that my wounds needed some attention and now was a perfect time, adding it was better that I was secured. In a matter of fact tone, she turned to me and asked how I enjoyed my douche. Without waiting for a reply she stated that they would get even better. She also took the opportunity to remind me that some enemas would be given in the same way. Her expression told me she was relishing the thought. Without being told, Goldie brought the Dr. a tray. In a panic I looked down at its contents. Alcohol, cotton swabs, antiseptic ointment and a small covered container. I watched as the Dr. saturated some of the swabs with alcohol. She then began wiping my breasts. She was anything but gentle, using the procedure as an excuse to further abuse my swollen and beaten chest. There were several areas where the skin was broken and I cringed when they were touched by the fiery liquid. That was nothing in comparison to having her use the alcohol on my battered pussy. Not only did she swab the bruised areas, she made sure to get the liquid well up inside me. Crying openly I just hung there wondering how much more I could take. Next she applied the antiseptic and told me I would be fine in a few days. That said she wiped her hands and I sighed to myself, believing she was done. My optimism was destroyed in a heart beat. She opened the small container and picked up a syringe. I recall saying out loud, "oh god no". Her reply was another sarcastic smile. her only words were that I needed an antibiotic shot to be on the safe side. Without any warning and with the speed of a cat, the oriental sadist plunged the syringe into my stomach just below the navel. My reaction was instantaneous. Every muscle in my body seemed to contract, and my entire nervous system went ablaze. Thankfully the needle was removed in an instant, but the effect lingered. It took awhile for me to draw a breath and again focus on my surroundings. When the ability to speak returned all I could say was "why, didn't you hurt me enough". After a pause on the Drs. part she answered by saying, "not nearly, I enjoy hurting women and I take every opportunity to do so. That was just a sample. It could have been worse". She continued by telling me that in the months to come I would be given injections in a dozen places far more sensitive. As she stepped off the platform she turned to me and said think of how the needle will feel in your armpit or even in your clit. The thought of her words caused the blood to drain from my head putting me on the verge of unconsciousness. In a haze I saw the maid approaching with the now familiar vile of amyl-nitrate. A few breaths were all that were needed to jar me back to total awareness. It also amplified all the torments I had endured. I was barely able to stand as the maid released me from my bonds. At her direction I stumbled off the torture device and fell to my knees on the floor.

Her intense hatred of me was apparent as she said get up cunt and do as I say. As I began to pull myself up, the Dr. looked over at me and asked if I would like another shot to wake me up. The threat made me almost jump to my feet. I was then told that I had fifteen minutes to get myself dressed and fixed up before they came for me. I remember asking in a weak tone if they were through, and could I go home. My reply was that I had an hour left and the men wanted another piece of me. Goldie motioned to the tray of coffee and cigarettes that were still there. She said she would be right back and I should help myself. As I lit a cigarette and poured a cup of coffee I tried to summon whatever strength I had left. I mentally repeated to myself, only one more hour. I also thought of the Drs. parting words, the men wanted another piece. I remember standing there, confused by all I had been through, trying to understand what she meant. Finally I assumed it meant they wanted to use me for some sex act. At least I thought they would not hurt me anymore. Glancing at the cosmetics made me realize I had been given a command and I knew better than to disobey. With unsteady hands I began to apply some make-up and fix my hair. As I stared into the small mirror, it was as if I were looking at another person. This could not possibly be me. As my mind began one of its many journeys, Goldie returned and interrupted the thought by placing a small pile of lingerie in front of me. Quickly glancing at me she said I looked fine and to put on what I was given. Afraid to anger her in any way I stood and picked up the first article. It was a well constructed black longline bra with garters. Slipping the straps over my shoulders brought my inflamed breasts into contact with the cups. As I feared, that caused immediate discomfort. Before I even had a chance to comment, I felt the maid pulling the back together so she could hook it. One by one each hook was attached forcing my breasts into the garments vise like grip. My protests and pained sobs only encouraged rougher treatment. After somewhat of a struggle on Goldies part I was firmly encased in the bra. Even if I had not been given the injections, the cups would have been tight. Now my breasts spilled over the tops and pushed out of the sides. Besides the renewed pain in my breasts the garment made breathing difficult. Next I was handed a pair of black nylons and told to quickly put them on and hook the garters. That was easier said than done due to the pressure of the bra. As I stood to put on the shoes I had worn earlier, Goldie checked the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Satisfied, she turned to one of the cabinets and took out what appeared to be a dogs collar and leash.

She handed me the collar and told me to put it on. I remember staring at her and asking what she meant. In her cold sarcastic tone she said, "around your neck asshole". After locking it in place as directed I was ordered to get on my hands and knees. The maid then attached the leash and told me to follow. To emphasize the command, she pulled on the leash as you would an animal. Totally humiliated and still in considerable pain I was lead toward the waiting group. They were all gathered in the sitting area and as I approached a loud roar of laughter erupted. I could only imagine I was the cause. Getting closer I heard some of the comments they were making in regard to my present situation. It only made the deep feelings of humiliation and degradation that much more unbearable. Once in the center of the space I was told to stay as I was and Goldie dropped the leash and walked away. Before my eyes was a very bizarre sight indeed. The men were seated, basically dressed as they had been. The women however were all lounging on couches. They were still in the underwear they had stripped down to when I was forced to service them. The main difference being that Laura had rejoined the party and was on her knees with her head buried between the wardresses legs. Until my arrival that seemed to be the main attraction. I watched the wardress, her expressions revealing a woman totally lost in ecstasy. As I looked over at Mrs. Winston, it appeared she had recently been satisfied. She had a strange look of contentment on her face, almost as if she were under the influence of some drug. Suddenly I was aware of goldie coming toward me dragging a heavy wooden chair. She placed it next to where I was, still on my hands and knees. I was then ordered to stand behind the chair, bend over the back, and place my hands at the edge of the seat. With practiced movements, my ankles were spread and secured to the legs. My wrists were then fastened to the top of the front legs. This caused me to be bent at the waist, legs straight and slightly spread. It also served to thrust my ass up and out. The downward pull of my wrists had my head and breasts hanging toward the floor.

After remaining in this position for several minutes, the two men approached. They immediately began fondling and probing. Along with the examination came a dialogue of what they might do to me. It was quickly established that since they had both fucked me in the conventional manner, they wanted something else. As Mr. Winston began stroking the curves of my ass and thighs, he began to tell Mr. Gund his desires. He said how for years he had watched me strut around the office in my tight skirts and heels. He described how his eyes would rivet on the cheeks of my ass. As his strokes became more suggestive he told of the desire to one day have me in this position. Now that I was at his mercy he would take the opportunity to fulfill his fantasy. Unable to move and afraid to say a word I just listened and hoped for this night to end. Mr. Winston then called the Dr. Within seconds she was standing with the two men. Her presence immediately sent a wave of fear through me knowing that she was responsible for most of my suffering so far. Without hesitating Mr. Winston said he wanted to fuck me in the ass. Sarcastically he added that it be ok if it hurt. His vulgar words struck me with the impact of a whip. Although I had engaged in this form of sex many times I now shuddered in fear. I knew that bent over the chair as I was, and after the beating with the hose, this would not be pleasant, at least not for me. Before I could give it any more thought the Dr. replied. She said that was no problem, but in a devious tone suggested the need for some special preparation. I watched as she disappeared from my view only to return in a matter of seconds carrying a tray. I was able to see what was on it and again began to sob. The tray contained the same gynecological clamps she had used on me in her office. The other instruments were unfamiliar to me, but I feared them nonetheless.

As she stepped behind me I immediately felt the clamp being forced into my rectum. I was still stretched from my earlier battle with the dildos so it was not terribly painful. However when she started to open the clamp it felt as if I was being torn and my pleas grew louder. I was also concerned with what she was going to do. While the men watched intently she went back to the tray and put on a pair of rubber gloves. For some reason that scared me very much and I began to cry and beg even louder. I watched the Dr. open a container and remove something that looked like an egg. Then she carefully grasped it with a pair of long forceps. As I watched her step behind me again she began to speak.

She told the men that she was about to insert a ginger suppository in me. It would be a few minutes before it took effect. She explained that these suppositories were mainly used on show horses. When put in the horses ass it made them hold their tails up in the air trying to ease the terrible burning. The Dr. said she had been using them for years in a variety of ways. The men listened as the Dr. explained some of the uses. If a girl needed a lesson she would be tied down and have several shoved into her pussy and ass. She would be left that way for many hours feeling as if her insides were being burnt away. When the victim submitted or had enough the only way to stop the burning was to wash the ginger out with very hot, soapy water. The men were told how the Dr. amused herself by watching the unfortunate victim give herself very painful enemas in order to stop the burning.

As I felt it pushed deeply in me the Dr. continued her dialogue. She said that when it melted I would experience a terrible burning sensation. I would also be forced to relax the sphincter muscle. Then with a broad smile she said the main reason for it's use was that it would cause me to try and push it out. That coupled with the terrible burning sensation would guarantee a very enthusiastic performance by me. In her clinical tone she cautioned Mr. Winston to make sure he used a condom in order to avoid getting the ginger on himself. As she departed to join the other women she said I would start feeling the effects any minute and again assured him that I would be a good fuck. Again the Dr. was true to her word. I began to feel a terrible burning sensation deep within me. I was also aware that I was putting on quite a show by trying to free myself from the chair. As my squirming increased, the men's comments became more vulgar. Finally I heard Mr. Winston say that it appeared that I was ready for him. Although I tried desperately to tighten the cheeks of my ass, the effects of the ginger made it impossible. It was easy for the man behind me to plunge his cock fully into me. The rapid and unwanted penetration caused me to scream out in pain. The burning sensation was also taking hold.

Knowing that my protests would only make this sodomy more enjoyable for my attacker and difficult for me I tried a different approach. Despite what the Dr. had said and with tears streaming from my eyes I tried to remain as still and quiet as possible. My reasoning was that if he thought I was not being hurt he would stop. Again I was wrong. My act only caused the two men to become angry. Mr.Winston began pounding into my burning asshole as Mr. Gund came around to my head. With nowhere to turn I watched as the German sadist dropped his jeans again revealing his massive cock. He then grabbed a fistful of my blonde hair and jerked my head up. His look was one of pure contempt. I then felt his large and powerful hand strike the side of my face so hard I was sure he had knocked out several teeth. Although I came close to being knocked unconscious, I clearly heard him say that if I did not suck him well I would be severely punished. Trying desperately to avoid any more suffering I opened my mouth as wide as possible.

For the next ten or fifteen minutes my body received an unmerciful pounding at the hands of my two rapists. Mr. Gund was so large and brutal that I was sure my jaw would be dislocated. He also took great satisfaction in forcing his huge cock into my throat making breathing very difficult and causing me to gag violently. At the other end Mr. Winston was still enjoying the ass he had desired for so long. With an almost maniacal abandon he continued fucking as I continued to beg and burn.

However, as if the rape and suppositories was not punishment enough both men were very free with their hands. Mr. Gund used my breasts to urge me to greater depths as my swollen pussy was used as a handle to aid in penetration. Finally the men came in their respective holes. Mr. Gund almost choking me as he savagely gripped my hair and warning me to swallow every drop. Mr. Winstons movements became tense and erratic until he collapsed on my back waiting for his breathing to return to normal.

Totally exhausted, but still thrashing wildly trying to ease the burning, I remained fastened to the chair. Slowly I became aware that some of the women had gathered around to witness the oral and anal rape. I remember looking at the Dr. and begging her to stop the burning. As she unhooked my wrist and ankle cuffs she asked me if I wanted an enema. Without even a moments thought I screamed "yes,anything". I was helped into the water room by Goldie and only the Dr. followed. The others had apparently lost interest. Unfortunately these two weren't done yet. I was roughly dragged to the table were the coffee and cigarettes were. Goldie literally dropped me onto it. I was so weak and in so much pain that I just laid my upper body across it and stayed there. In my position I was able to watch as they prepared the solution. They must have used the ginger often and knew I would do anything to stop the unbelievable burning. They were filling a large bag with very hot water, I remember seeing the steam rise. The Dr. was also adding things from the bottles on the shelves. Next a very thick Nozzle was attached to the hose. Then they hung the bag above me and handed me the nozzle. Next to add to my anguish they walked to the opposite side of the room and sat down. There I was feeling as if there were lit matches inside me, holding the enema, looking at my torturers. After what seemed like an eternity, the Dr. spoke. She simply told me that if I wanted to end the burning I would have to give myself the enema. She quickly added that if I spilled a drop on the floor it would be taken away and I would be left with the ginger. As difficult and humiliating as it was I began to push the nozzle into my ass. After being sodomized by Mr. Winston and still suffering the effects of the Bees Venom, I was very sore and swollen. Finally after a lot of pushing and squirming the nozzle was in. I knew I would also have to inflate the balloon. That was painful. What made it worse was the fact that I was hurting myself. I had no choice I had to stop the burning. I kept pumping the bulb to inflate the balloon until the pain was severe. I wanted to make sure none of the liquid escaped. Next I released the clamp starting the flow. Instantly one burning sensation was replaced by another. It was only a matter of seconds before I felt the terrible pain of the enema. To add to my distress was the long tight bra I was wearing, it didn't allow my stomach to expand. I was about to close the clamp when I heard the Dr. saying the if I stopped the flow I would not be allowed to restart it. I was so afraid of the ginger remaining in me that I let the bag empty. It truly felt as if I would burst. I just laid there whimpering. The cramps were getting bad, it was hard to breath and I was fighting the urge to vomit. Worst of all were the two women watching me suffer and laughing. Finally The Dr. told me I could let it out as they both left the room. Alone I crawled to the bowl and fought to release the enema. Somehow I must have passed out because I awoke laying on the floor near the door looking up at Mrs. Winston. I immediately began begging her to let me go. Instead of acknowledging me she directed her reply to Goldie. I recall her telling the maid to bring me upstairs. I remember how I began to sob, realizing that it was over and I had survived. Finally for the first time in almost twelve hours I was free of any restraints. Slowly I stood using the wall for support. In a foolish show of defiance I gazed at the group of perverts with my head held high. I was beyond caring about my near nakedness or the bruises that covered most of my body. As I stood there I tried desperately to disregard the burning deep in my intestine or the pain in my tits and pussy. It was also hard to ignore the dried cum still on my thighs and chest. Although almost impossible considering the circumstances I was determined to leave with some measure of dignity. But as Goldie helped me to the door Mrs. Winston detected my show of bravery and had to have the last word. Making certain everyone could hear she told me to make sure I was on time for work Monday morning. She then added that I should keep my evenings free as she had some plans for me. When I did not answer she drove her point home by yelling, "do you understand slave". They had done to me again, I was beaten. As I exited the door of the dungeon I did so with my head hung cursing them under my breath. Struggling to climb the stairs I began to mentally curse myself. After all it was my own stupidity that had put me in this position. Now I would be made to pay the price only I did not fully understand how high it would be.

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