The last bus from downtown Paris was almost full of men coming home from their last Friday night drink in some dark bar. I myself was going home after an evening of drinking at the metal pub with my friends, and I had been having such fun I couldn't bring myself to leave until I just had enough time to catch that last bus. Most of my friends had managed to catch a ride home, because they're uncomfortable alone in the dark Parisian alleys late at night. I am never scared though. I assume that the way I look will freak out all those drunken workers.

I guess now you wonder what I look like. Well I can proudly say I am perfectly comfortable with my body: I'm 5ft8in, 120 lbs., I am a bit big boned, but still very feminine with my perfectly shaped round breasts that I always show off by wearing my dresses or blouses a bit too small on the top, allowing my large nipples that are very often hard I must admit, to point through the fabric. My skin is milky white, and my ass is round and soft, but well shaped, and I always have it exposed, wearing either silky dresses or thin tight pants over a black lace G-string. I have very long wavy dark brown hair, a thin and creepy face, and I always wear black. Many people say I look like Morticia Adams when they first see me. Just so you know, I am also an 18-year-old math student.

So back to that night, I was trying to get back home, drunk, and horny the way I always get horny when I've had a bit too much beer, and even more so since my boyfriend failed to show up at the metal pub for some reason unknown to me. It is fine with me if he wants to see other girls, as I allow myself to see other men, since monogamy is just another Christian tradition, but it always annoys me when he is not there when I need him.

I climbed on the bus, all the seats were already taken so I had to stand, and I waited impatiently for the bus to take me home, since I was tired and not feeling too well after all the beer I'd drunk. To my great annoyance, the bus didn't leave right away, and it seemed to me it was going to stay there forever, as drunken Parisian men kept pouring in. I looked around and noticed there was only one other girl on the bus, some stuck up blonde who was with this clean guy. We were also the only white people, all the others were black or middle eastern or Indian men in their 40s, obviously sweating from the heat of all those bodies pressed against one another, considering the stench in that bus. It finally left, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, and I tried to straighten up a bit as I was leaning against the man next to me, when I noticed the guy behind me was rubbing his crotch against my ass, making round movements. I felt my own crotch moisten, and figured since I was stuck in this bus, horny as hell, for a while, I might as well have some fun. So I started pushing my ass up against his hardening cock, and deliberately lifted my arms to grab a handle, so he could have access to my breasts. I could feel his heavy breathing, tainted with the smell of alcohol, brushing the side of my neck. It didn't take long before he grabbed my breasts and started playing with them roughly. I was getting more and more excited, almost unbearably so, but I enjoyed turning this guy on even more. That's when I decided to get the game going even further. I took one of my hands away from the handle over my head and started stroking his cock through the fabric of his pants. Everything then started to happen really fast. I wasn't paying attention to anything other than the increasing moisture in my crotch, and it turned out the bus was taking its first stop. The man I'd been playing with suddenly grabbed my arm and pushed me out of the bus, and I was too drunk, tired, and dazed to resist.

I found myself on the pavement, trying to catch my breath, facing this man for the first time, and wondering what would happen next. Because it's one thing to play with a faceless man on a crowded bus, but it's another one to be alone with that man in a dark street in the middle of Paris, faraway from home and with no way to get there. The man was white, surprisingly enough. He was big and tall, with a big bearded face and cold light blue eyes. He was balding, and his hair was grayish. He was relatively cleanly dressed, and gray hair came out of his shirt, which turned me on. I like hairy men. I also knew from the touch that his cock was big.

While all of this was going on in my head, he was still holding my right arm very firmly as I limply followed him, looking down, starting to feel slightly ashamed and uncomfortable under his cold blue stare. He pulled my arm to have me follow him, and as I was drunk and very much turned on, I did without fear. He guided me up to an apartment, his place I figured, which was on the third floor of a decent looking building from the early 19th century. As he literally pushed me in, I did start to feel nervous. The hall was bright white, unfurnished, totally empty and clean to the point where it looked clinical. "Take all your clothes off" he said, and I heard his deep authoritarian voice for the first time. I thought I might as well obey, he was big, looked strong enough, I was in no shape of putting up a fight, and had no way to go home, and let's not forget how horny I was. I looked at him shyly and asked in a small voice: "right here?" His reply was cold and frightening: "don't question my orders, cunt." I was offended to be called a cunt, but thought it might be part of the game, and was looking forward to some good sex. So I looked at the white floor, and bent over to unlace my black boots. As I did so I felt his large hand roughly feeling my ass cheeks, and liquid rushed down my cunt hole. I stood up again and kicked off my boots, and placed them neatly together near the white wall. I then took off my black socks which I put in my boots, and pulled my light silk black summer dress over my shoulders, so that I remained standing under his cold gaze, looking at the white floor still, wearing only a black lace bra which barely covered my bulging breasts, and my black lace G string, which let my milky white round ass show. I had never done this before, and I felt as uncomfortable as my cunt was wet from the whole experience. So I just stood there for a minute, not sure what to do, and I felt his strong hairy hand grab the front of my bra, pinching my breast in the process, and pulling violently until it snapped open, staying in his hands as my breasts bounced free. Not quite wanting the same thing happening to my G-string, for some reason, I quickly pulled it down and threw it over my dress and boots as it rolled up.

He spread my legs, felt my pussy, and said in his impressive voice: "you're shaved, good, now walk in front of me". I knew better than to question his order, since I really wanted the sex but didn't really feel like being called a cunt again. He led me down the hallway to a huge room, all white like the hallway, that looked very clinical too, but while the hallway was totally devoid of furniture, the room on the contrary was crowded with all kinds of weird devices that I'd only seen in hard core movies I'd watch with my boyfriend. There were metal chains hanging from the ceiling everywhere, a large table with hooks all over every side, a bunch of whips and paddles of all kinds hanging on one wall, all sorts of clamps and weighs hanging on another, a few dildos and other weird devices along with gloves and handcuffs and ropes lay on a table, and on every corner of the room video cameras were installed. He had to push me in because I wouldn't enter, then he closed the door and I saw it didn't have a handle, only one keyhole for which he'd probably hidden the key somewhere. Panic crept up my spine as the effects of alcohol began to fade, I had no idea what to do, I was trapped, and it was all my fault. I had made this happen. Of course all these devices seemed interesting enough, but I'd never meant to try them with this stranger with the cold blue eyes. As goose bumps rose on my milky white skin and I stood there at the entrance of a torture room not being able to gather any coherent thoughts on how to get out of this awful situation, the man spoke: "bend over the table, tie each of your feet to a table leg, and close the handcuffs on your left hand", and handed me two pieces of rope and handcuffs. I froze, I couldn't just put myself to this man's mercy, I had to find a way out of this. I opened my mouth to tell him how sorry I was to have played with him on the bus, that I'd been drunk and hadn't meant for it to go any further, but right then he slapped my face so hard I saw stars and calmly but firmly said: "do it whore." I did feel like a whore then, I was so ashamed, I was going to be punished for having played with this man. But still I couldn't move, I was standing there naked, wondering how this could have happened, how to get out of this, when he slapped me again and said, still very calmly: "I am losing my patience". Afraid of what he might do next, still hurting and deeply humiliated by my situation and the slaps, I slowly took the ropes and the hand cuffs, walked over to the table, tied both of my feet to table legs, even though it hurt to spread my legs so wide, bent over the table, showing him my cunt and asshole, and tied the handcuffs to one of the hooks before closing it on my hand. And I stayed like this for a minute, feeling the cool air on my cunt and wondering what would happen next. He walked to the table and hand cuffed my right hand to the table, so that I was bent over it, legs widely spread, tied up, and totally helpless. I still couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time I could feel my cunt moistening again as I waited for whatever would follow. I realized my cunt was totally exposed to him so he could see it glistening, and blushed furiously. I blushed more as nothing happened for a few minutes, all was silent, but I could feel his cold blue eyes on my helpless body, all of it. But at the same time more liquid came out of my cunt hole. I was as turned on as I was scared by what might happen next. Then I heard the door open, and footsteps from several people, and the door closed again. I tried to turn my head to see who had come in, but I couldn't turn it enough, and at that moment I also realized how strongly bound I was, I could barely move.

A hand began fingering my pussy, feeling the moisture, lightly entering my cunt hole, and rubbing my clit, and I could feel it getting wetter and my cunt lips opening to this pleasant touch. The fear vanished as I enjoyed the caressing, but humiliation crept in and an angry blush colored my cheeks through the deathly white make up again. As the hand kept on fingering me I found myself starting to moan at the approach of a violent orgasm, but then it stopped all of a sudden, and I heard a voice with a black accent I loathed saying: "you like that white bitch, you thought you could play with Master and get away with a little caressing huh?" Then I heard the black man walking away from the table, and I didn't even get a chance to start wondering what was coming next, for I let out a loud high pitched scream as a whip cut into the flesh of my ass cheeks. And the whip cut into my flesh again and again, as my screams grew louder and louder, and my agony worsened with each whistle of the whip lashing through the air. My boyfriend had whipped me with his belt before, but the person whipping me this time was putting a lot more force into it, and the whip felt like a knife compared to my boyfriend's belt. It stung so hard I felt sure I was bleeding, and it seemed to go on and on, making me feel like I was in hell, for eternity. After a while my voice was gone, and to say I was getting used to it would be too much, but after a peak in the pain, it seemed to become less sharp, duller. My tormentor must have sensed that, because as I stopped screaming and started whimpering, tears flowing down my cheeks and smearing all my make up, he directed the whip in another angle, and hit my cunt lips with it. I let out an awful screech of agony. Even with the flogging I'd just gone through, I hadn't imagined it was possible to feel such pain and not die. Both of my hands automatically tried to go down to my cunt to rub it, but the hand cuffs bit cruelly into the skin of my wrists, making an new flood of tears rush out of my eyes. Nothing was real to me then but the pain; nothing entered my mind but the pain. And gods how I wanted it to stop. I would have given anything to make it stop, and just as I started begging miserably between convulsive sobs, after a short pause, the whip hit my cunt lips again, harder. I screamed on the top of my lungs, but it came out as a pitiful guttural cry, because my throat was on fire. My whole body convulsed and jumped as far as it could in my tight bondage.

I heard a genuinely amused laugh behind me, a deep feeling of total humiliation rushed in my mind over the pain as I imagined what my tormentors were seeing. As I imagined my tortured ass cheeks and my blood red cunt lips. Spread out for new torment. As I imagined his cold blue stare on my helpless mutilated body. I felt gentle fingers on my tortured pussy, and then I heard that deep voice I associated with the cold blue stare calmly say: "you're wet, cunt. You're enjoying this." As the pain started to fade away slowly, I realized he was right, it turned me on to think I was actually being useful, that someone was really enjoying what was done to me. "Are you ready for some more?" the deep voice asked with a slight trace of amusement in it. Almost to my surprise I slowly gave a slight nod. The blue eyed man came into my sight, and before looking down I realized how handsome he was, and how much I wanted to please him. He slapped my face hard and said: "What did you say? I haven't heard you." Still looking down, ashamed that he was seeing my face with my make up running from the tears, but at the same time satisfied that I knew he was enjoying it, I uttered a small "yes" with what voice I had left. "Good." He replied, and came out of my sight again. I closed my eyes again, wishing he would reappear, wishing I could see a look of satisfaction in those cold blue eyes, and as I opened them again, a HUGE black cock was in front of my face, blocking my sight. "Suck it, cunt." I heard the deep voice I was starting to worship order. But all thoughts of satisfying anybody had fled from my mind. A sweaty stinking huge black cock in front of my eyes was too much for me. I felt sick to my stomach, the stench was awful, it was too big, there was no way this was getting into my mouth. I started crying again, and stubbornly kept my mouth shut as the black cock started rubbing against my lips and cheeks. But then the whip hit my clit, and as the agonizing pain ran through my body, coming from my crotch and spreading like liquid, my mouth opened itself wide for a scream that never got a chance to come out, for the black cock forced it's way brutally into my mouth. I gagged, a new rush of tears came out of my eyes, but the huge black cock rammed itself down my throat, again and again. I then realized I should never have been here, enduring this, having my mouth invaded by a huge black cock. I should have been in bed, sleeping after a nice evening at the metal pub with my friends. And what was going to happen to me then? As the black cock unpleasantly used my mouth, despair came over me like a sickening wave.

It was instantly replaced by curiosity as I felt something cold and wet gently poke at my cunt, making a nice contrast with the hot bite of the whip. Then I felt a big wet tongue lap at my pussy once, and two paws clutch the side of my back. I understood: I was to be fucked by a dog. Before I could deal with the thought, sperm splashed all over my face, landed on my precious hair, and a drop of it even hit my eye, making it sting like hell. I then felt the dog cock enter my cunt, as it was very wet by now, to my not so great shame, it went in easily enough, and I had gone through such pain and humiliation with the whipping and the sucking of the black cock, that being fucked by a dog actually came as a welcome vacation. As the dog cock rammed in and out of my cunt, I even started to feel genuine pleasure, and started responding to the fucking with my hips, as much as my bondage allowed me to. Another amused laugh from Mister blue eyes rang in the room. I felt pleased, and I was about to orgasm. The dog cock swelled inside my vagina, hurting me, but it was a nice bearable pain, and as the dog fucked me quicker and spewed dog sperm inside me I came, letting out loud moans uncontrollably.

The dog came off of me, and I just lay there panting, and blushing furiously as I pictured the scene the people in the room had just witnessed. A sexy white "goth" deepthroating a huge black cock while being fucked by a dog and enjoying it.

By then a good part of the night must have gone by, and as I started to recover from my efforts, a black man wearing only a white G string tied a dog collar around my neck, hooked a chain to it, uncuffed my hands, then tied them together over my head with a piece of rope, and finally untied my feet. My new Master ordered me to walk over to where he was standing, which I obediently did, too tired to question anything by then, and he personally attached my hands to a chain above my head, forcing me to stretch and stand on my tiptoes. As I started worrying about what he had in store for me, he walked towards the door and the two black men with the dog at their heel followed him. He picked up the key from a drawer in the table, opened the door and then closed it behind his 'team'. I had been feeling uncomfortable in this position from the start, but I began to drown in despair when I started thinking of how long I would stay that way. I couldn't seem to be able to get an approximate idea of what time it might be, or at what time my Master would let me down; besides, I knew time would pass more slowly than it ever had in my life. I tried to divide my weight evenly between my arms and my feet, and closed my eyes as I tried to calm down, and entertain myself. But I couldn't. I realized I couldn't find a position that was anywhere near comfortable, that I was starting to feel cold 'standing' nude in the large room, and that I badly needed to empty my bladder of the beer I'd drank in what seemed like another life. A million questions entered my mind concerning my future as I suffered from extreme discomfort. I passed out for several minutes and I feared they would be the only sleep I would get that night. I moaned and shifted from one toe to the other as I waited for what seemed like an eternity for my Master to release me from this terrible ordeal.

Finally I heard the handle move, and found the strength to lift my head to see my Master and one of the black men enter the room. I needed to empty my bladder so badly that before anyone said anything, right as they entered the room, I asked if I could use a bathroom. The door to the room was still open, and one look from my Master sent the black man back outside. As my Master turned his eyes towards me, I looked down and blushed. I must look like such a mess, my nude body stretched yet weak from exhaustion, my hair a mess, my running make up dried on my cheeks and streaks of sperm on my chin and upper thighs. The black man came back in with an empty big plastic basin, a bottle of water and a sponge, and he set the bottle and the sponge on the table before putting the basin between my feet. At once I understood, and I needed release so badly that I didn't care if that was what the basin was meant for when I let urine rush out of me, running down my legs and into the basin. I wouldn't look up when the black man came up to me and let cold water run down my legs as he roughly cleaned my pussy with the sponge. My next concern was when they would finally let me down. I heard my Master's steps in the room, as I heard him come behind me, my relief was replaced by surprise and pain as the whip hit my back after whistling loudly in the air. When my scream had died out he asked me calmly: "did you ask for permission to soil this basin?". I shook my head as tears flowed from my eyes. I cried out as the whip bit into my back again. "I haven't heard you." My master said. "No" I replied before starting to sob like a baby. "I will punish you myself for your disrespect.". Again and again the whip hit my back and ass, the same bite as during the night, only this time beyond the pain that seemed to be my eternal companion, little sparks of pleasure exploded through my body. So as I cried out from the pain after each blow, I looked forward to the next in a paradoxical way. After two minutes or ten, I couldn't tell, the whip stopped hitting my back, and I could stand still after my hysterical dance around the urine filled basin. My Master appeared in front of me, still holding the whip, and I instantly lowered my eyes, desperately hoping he would let me down. Instead, he began whipping my breasts, my belly and my upper thighs. I screamed and squirmed as he attacked this new part of my body, marking it with long red stripes, and setting me on fire, from pleasure as well as pain. Finally it was over, and as my Master stepped back, the black man walked up to me and unhooked my wrists from the chain over my head. My muscles had grown so accustomed to this position that standing up like a normal human being was impossible at that point, and as my heels touched the ground I stumbled and fell hands first in my own urine, drowning my face and hair in it before I lifted it back up, catching my breath, instantly regretting my mistake, and wondering what would happen to me for it. I wouldn't look up, I was too ashamed, but I heard my Master's voice say: "You lick this mess up!", and then I heard footsteps and the door open and close as they both left the room, leaving me there with the basin, the small puddles of urine on the floor, and the bottle of water. I tried to think of a way to clean the urine without licking it up, maybe with what was left in the bottle of water, but couldn't figure it out. My whole body ached, and I was exhausted. So finally I crawled over to one of the puddles, slowly because it was very hard to move my limbs, and bent my head down to start licking. I stuck my tongue out and licked as fast as I could, so I wouldn't have to taste the fowl smelling liquid, but it didn't taste half as bad as I thought it would, and I licked eagerly, happy to be able to clean up the mess I'd made, and trying to get it done as quickly as I could. I staggered around on all fours, from one puddle to the next, and soon the floor was clean of urine, all you could see were light traces of wet saliva in some places, so I washed my hands and face the best I could with what was left of the bottle of water, and waited for someone to come back into the room.

As no one came for a little while, I rolled up into a ball and fell asleep in a fetal position naked on the white linoleum. I was so exhausted I didn't wake up when my master and the two black men came in. I woke up when my Master lifted my head up by pulling my hair and yelled: "Do you think this is a way to greet me!?". "No Sir", I replied softly. "Good girl", he said, lifting me up to my feet, still holding my hair in his big hairy hand. The sleep I'd had had done me good, I no longer felt dazed, and I was starting to feel horny again, but I had a major hangover, I needed to drink some water very badly. When I was standing up I shyly asked in a small voice: "Could I have some water please, Sir?". "You'll have to earn it.", he replied dryly. And I was willing to. I just hoped the earning of the water wouldn't take too long, because my mouth was awfully dry, and I had a major headache. Then he led me by the metal chain attached to my collar outside the room and down the hallway to another room, a bathroom, all white also, and told me I had 15 minutes to freshen up before leaving the bathroom. I took a 5 minute shower, quickly washing my hair and my vagina, drinking as much water as I could in the process, and then used the 10 minutes I had left to blow dry my hair the best I could. Then he came back and led me back to the room. He sat down on a comfortable looking armchair they had obviously brought there while I was in the bathroom, and that really looked out of place in the room. One of the black men handed me some clothes, which I quickly put on as he went back to his place, next to the other black man, standing near one of the walls. It was a black bra, black panties and pantyhose, a black suit, and black high heeled shoes. "Strip for me, I want you to turn me on.", my Master said. So I sang to myself very low as I shrugged the jacket off of my shoulders, as I unbuttoned the shirt slowly, swinging my hips lightly and arching my back slightly so my butt and my breasts would stick out a little more. Then I unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it, by lifting my legs one by one and without bending over, still letting my hips sway a little from left to right, so I stood in front of him in my panties and bra, with my shoes and pantyhose still on, and the open white shirt still on my shoulders. Gods I must have looked gorgeous! My Master smiled a little just before I shrugged the shirt off. Then I started swinging my hips a little harder as I wriggled out of the black G-string, and I stepped out of it just as I had the skirt. I finally took off my bra and let my breasts bounce free, before bowing down low to him, making my breasts hang down towards the floor and my ass stick up in the air. I was barely standing up again when my master said: "Crawl over to me and suck my cock.", and opened his fly to free his thick penis. First the smile and then this, I felt truly rewarded for my efforts of the previous night. I crawled over to him, shaking my ass a little and making my breasts bounce, and then I kneeled and bent my head down before lightly kissing the tip of his erect penis with my soft moist lips. Then I opened my mouth wide, and bobbed my head up and down as I sucked the upper part of his penis, flicking my tongue around the head of it, and stroking the base of it with my right hand. I tried to take all of his cock in my mouth a couple of times, and the second time he grabbed my head and started to make me deep throat him, but he stopped just as my eyes were starting to water, and told me to sit on him. I felt so happy. I stood up and then sat slowly onto his cock, to find the right position, and when I did, I used my thighs to go up and down on his big cock, resting my hands on each of his broad shoulders, trying to milk his cock with the muscles inside my vagina, and moaning openly from the pleasure and satisfaction he was allowing me to have. I went up and down faster and faster, as fast as my aching muscles allowed me to, and as I came he grabbed my waist with his hands to help me bounce on his cock faster as he released his sperm deep inside my vagina. I almost let myself fall down on his chest panting, but at the last minute I remembered to step off him, and crashed to the floor, trying to catch my breath.

My Master swiftly left the room, and when he came back, neatly dressed again, he ordered: "Get up, and crawl to the end of the table.", and I did. Then he told me to kneel, and when I did one of the black men came over to me holding nipple clamps and small chains. He attached the chains to two hooks on the edge of the table, and then attached the clamps to the chains, before closing one clamp on each of my nipples. I held back two cries of pain spiked with pleasure. The clamps were well attached, I could barely move without feeling like my nipples were being torn off from my breasts. My knees and the muscles of my thighs were starting to ache already. I heard footsteps behind me, going away and then coming back towards me, and then I felt a double dildo being inserted into my cunt and my asshole simultaneously. They were big but not huge, it felt good. I then felt some kind of thin leather belt being attached around my waist. When I looked down I realized there were leather straps holding the dildoes inside me. When I felt hands playing with something between my legs and felt both dildoes start to vibrate inside of me, I thought I was up for some fun. I heard the footsteps of someone moving away from me, and when they stopped, the only sound in the room were my heavy breathing and the buzzing of the double vibrator. As my pleasure increased to my first violent orgasm, I couldn't stifle loud moans, and as I shuddered I felt great pain in my nipples. I wished they would turn off the vibrators and find something else for me to do, but I heard them all walk towards the door, open it, and close it behind them. I wondered how long they would leave me like this, and then the shuddering from my second orgasm, even more violent then the first, caused me greater pain in my nipples, I cried out. I can't say how many times this scene repeated itself, but when I heard the door open again, my whole body ached, I felt like all my muscles were cramping, I was sweating like a pig, a continuous whimper came out of my mouth, my nipples were red and swollen, hurting continuously now, and both my asshole and my cunt were stinging from the vibration of the dildoes and the lack of lubrication. One of the black men unhooked the nipple clamps from the table, took the dildoes out of my body, and left the room, before I fell to the floor, suddenly realizing that I was hungry and feeling very weak, on the verge of passing out. So I got back up on my knees, which was a very painful move at that point, and as I took a quick look around the room to locate my Master and ask him if I could have something to eat, I saw that he was sitting in the arm chair, and that right in front of him were a plate filled with dog food and a bucket full of water. Joy filled my heart. Maybe I wouldn't have to endure anymore pain before I could feed! I softly told my Master I was hungry, and he motioned for me to come over. I knew better than to stand up and walk, so I crawled over, not even thinking of trying to look sexy, but crawling to the food as fast as I could, exhausted and hungry as I was. When I got to where he was sitting I asked if I could eat, and when he agreed, I buried my face in the dog food and ate the whole plate very quickly, before putting my head in the bucket and drinking as much water as I could, trying to wash the dog food off of my face in the process. One of the black guys came over with a sponge and wiped my face with water.

Then he literally picked me up and led me to the table, where he cuffed both my wrists and attached them to the side of the table, and attached my ankles to the legs of the table, so I was bound the same way I had been during the night, only this time I was wearing pantyhose, high heels, as well as nipple clamps and a dog collar. I heard the door open and close, and footsteps as more people entered the room. The nipple clamps on my sore nipples and the position I was in, with the cool air of the room caressing my pussy that was visible to everyone in the room, turned me on. I knew my pussy was glistening, but I was no longer ashamed of it, it felt good. Then I felt a cock entering my pussy, fucking me slowly at first, I heard a man moaning appreciatively, and I tried to fuck back, as much as I could in my tight bondage. My eyes were closed, and I felt a cock rubbing demandingly on my lips and wet cheeks. I opened up and started sucking, playing with my tongue, but soon the man in front of me was fucking my throat, as the man behind me began to fuck me brutally, and fast. The man behind me pulled out just as I was about to orgasm, and I felt drops of sticky warm liquid landing on my ass cheeks, a few seconds later, I choked as the man in front of me came down my throat, and then pulled out. I don't know how many men were in the room, and I don't know how many times each of my holes were used, but for what seemed like hours, someone was in front of me fucking my throat, and someone was behind me, either fucking my cunt or my asshole. I went through a rainbow of moods during the endless fucking, at first I was horny, and tried to get as much pleasure as I could, but the men were always cumming before I did, and before long my only satisfaction was to make them cum. Towards the end the insides of my holes became sore, my jaw hurt from staying wide open, and I felt a desperate need to change positions.

After what seemed like an eternity, I was untied, but found I was unable to move, and I felt strong arms grab my waist and turn me over, bending my lower back the other way around in the process, which hurt like hell. I was lying on my back, still panting, my head resting on the table, my eyes staring blankly upward, and my legs dangling from the edge of the table, when a beautiful blonde, wearing only a short pink silk dress, walked up to the large table and literally sat on my face, which allowed me to verify she was a real blonde. She wore her pussy hair shaved, except for a thin line above where her outer lips met. I found it very attractive. "Pleasure this lady.", my Master ordered. I had had experiences with girls before, mostly at the ends of drunken parties with my friends, so I knew what to do. I stuck out my tongue and started nibbling softly at her outer pussy lips using my teeth, and then I moved to her inner lips, caressing them softly with my tongue, before concentrating on her clit, caressing it at first, then licking harder and occasionally sucking on it, before letting my tongue enter her vagina. As I started licking her faster and harder, someone lifted my legs roughly and started to fuck me, and since I was aroused by the strong smell of the beautiful blonde and her moans of pleasure, I was wet again and enjoyed it very much, so I tried to rock back and forth as I still concentrated on the lady's clit. While I was swimming in a sea of pleasure preceding a violent orgasm, the beautiful blonde shuddered and screamed as she came, and at the same time the man using my cunt spewed more cum inside me and quickly pulled out. Again I was physically unsatisfied, but overjoyed to have pleased the beautiful blonde and the man whose soft moans I had recognized as my Master's. The beautiful blonde gracefully stepped off of the table, and left the room with my Master, walking in front of him.

One of the black men in a white G string bound me to the table again, this time on my back, and another one approached the table, holding a bottle of alcohol, two needles, and two big gold rings. He took the clamps of off my nipples one after the other, which was a relief, but when he started rubbing alcohol on my nipples it burnt and stung, and as I realized what his plan was I wasn't sure what to think. After he'd soaked the needles in alcohol and inserted one in each of my nipples, quickly following with the rings, I decided the pain was bearable and even pleasurable, and I was very proud to wear a mark of my Master's ownership over me.

One of the black men untied me and led me to the bathroom again. He told me to freshen up quickly, so I took a shower and washed my hair as quick as I could, and as I was drying myself with a soft white towel my Master came in and led me to a new room. It was a huge bedroom furnished with white, thick carpet, white wall paper, a king size bed covered with a big white bedspread, a wooden night table painted in white, and a large TV screen that almost covered one of the walls. Another wall was nothing but a huge window which offered a view of another building, and in between a small garden. The beautiful blonde was lying lazily on the bed, wearing the same short pink silk dress as earlier. I got a better look at her then, her hair was shoulder length, wavy and shiny, she wore sophisticated pale make up and a white pearl in each of her ears. She had long tan legs and her toenails were painted in light pink, so were her fingernails. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts were just the right size not to make her look heavy, and they seemed very firm. Her eyes were a deep shade of green, and she didn't look much older than I was, but way classier. My Master told me to stand on all fours next to the bed, and I did. Then he lay down on the bed between the beautiful blonde and me. One of the black men came in, and lit a candle before letting hot wax drip on my ass. I shivered a little but enjoyed it. He quickly stuck the candle in the warm wax. Then he placed a bottle of champagne on my back, and I tried not to shiver from the cold touch, which was enjoyable as well. He gave my Master and the beautiful blonde an empty champagne flute each, and then inserted a tape in the VCR before quietly leaving the room. For four hours we watched my first experiences in the torture room, as my Master and the beautiful blonde poured each other glasses of champagne. When I saw the black man fingering my pussy I shuddered lightly from the pleasure radiating from my crotch, and I felt hot wax drip on my ass. As much as I enjoyed the feeling, later on as I felt more and more turned on I avoided the slightest movement for fear the hot wax would drip on the immaculate carpet, or worse, that the candle would fall off and burn something. I didn't even want to begin to think of what would happen to me if such a regrettable incident occurred. Sometimes while we were watching the tape, my Master would pet my wet hair or my ass cheeks, a gesture which filled me with joy.

When the tape was over, one of the black men came into the room, tore the candle off my ass, blew it, took the empty bottle of champagne in one hand, and with the other lifted me up by the hair and led me out of the apartment and then out of the building, before going back in and leaving me naked on the street, with big gold rings dangling from my nipples, and a dog collar around my neck. I started to walk down the small street to reach a boulevard, but I felt so lost that I just sat down a little further down on the pavement and started to sob. I had no idea what to do, without my master I didn't have a life. After a few hours or a few minutes, I couldn't tell, I heard a siren and saw an ambulance driving up the street. I didn't look up or stop crying. Soon a couple young men were fitting me into a straight jacket, and tying my arms behind me before pushing me in the back seat of the ambulance. I watched the buildings go by blankly as we drove, and followed limply when we got to the psychiatric hospital and they led me to a doctor's office. As I shyly walked in I took a quick look at the man sitting at the desk and motioning for me to sit down on the other side of it. He was a man of average height, with Asian type features but dark skin. He spoke with a very slight accent I did not recognize, and over all seemed like a nice intelligent man. As I told my story I could tell he did not believe a word of it, but I could also see his eyes light up with lust. I had found a master and a reason to live.