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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 scream 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 ring 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.
Carolyn sat with frozen horror, her eyes glued to the small movie screen at the end of the long dining room table, her fingers white from clutching the edge of the thick wooden chair on which she sat.
On the white-beaded screen not six feet from her eyes, she watched herself being ravished by a great golden dog whose terrible pointed penis dug holes in her body, plunging in and out, stretching the tender pink slit mercilessly. When the camera periodically zoomed in for a close-up, she could feel her stomach churn up and she felt ill. She could see the soft inner lips of her vagina cling to the dog's thick hard organ as it rose and fell, leaped and lunged. She could see the muscles, her muscles, tighten and release around the animal's awful penis, slowly, deliberately milking it to climax. But worst of all, worst of all, was the awful look of wild animal passion on her own face, a look of anguished need, of sexual need of such magnitude that she was fascinated and horrified at the same instant. She watched her writhing body raise beneath the dog's humping haunches, rising to meet him thrust for thrust until the bulge on his great organ began to swell toward climax. She could see it growing, like a knot on a tire just before a blowout, see it grow as he pushed and pulled it in and out of her body until the swelling was too great for the small vaginal orifice to release. And still he hunched frantically over her musky hole.
She knew she was going to be ill but still she could not force her eyes from the terrible pictures on the screen. As the great dog's urge claimed him, he humped her cunt so hard that his upward pulls lifted her hips off the bed. He humped her again and again, slamming the thick trunk of his organ in double time, faster, faster. Suddenly Carolyn saw herself ‹ no, not her, some terrible unfortunate creature on the screen ‹ some girl writhe convulsively, forcing her body up the hot fleshy bone, skewering her body onto the dog's humping haunches. The spasms which racked her climaxing body squeezed the bulging organ and he, too, began the frantic race for release. Her climax burst within her, exploding, ripping away the body from the mind. She lay spent and limp upon the deep blue velvet, a single thin red line welling from somewhere within where the dog knot had torn the tender fabric of her body. The huge golden dog humped once, twice more, and then stood still but for an occasional tremor, patiently waiting for the swelling to subside and release him from this used bitch's body.
Carolyn suddenly leaned over, laying her head on her arm along the edge of the table and vomited, retching again and again until only dry heaves shook her body. Jason Benson smiled coldly and waited. When the heaving had almost ceased, he lifted the ornate water pitcher and poured a glass of water. He tapped her arm gently to attract her attention and sat the ice tinkling glass on the table within reach.
"A cool drink of water will make you feel better, my dear," he said in the same charming modulated voice that Carolyn had thought so attractive during the job interview. She raised her head and stared across the table at the calm dignified face of Jason Benson. How could she have been so wrong? Outwardly Jason appeared the soul of trust, the soft voice, the cultured demeanor was really all a sham. It was all camouflage for a distorted mind. The prematurely greying hair, the tanned country gentleman look, these were but subtle traps to fool the outside world. Here, inside the high walls of this awful place, he became the base creature he really was. He was just ... another of the animals of Royal Benson Kennels! The memory of what she had just seen flooded through her mind like the sloppy backwash of a stagnant swamp. Her throat contracted, her stomach broiled. She reached for the glass of water and drank deeply.
"Feeling better?" he asked, the cold smile fixed upon his face. Just then the tag end of the rewinding movie reel whirred loose and slap-slapped noisily against the machine.
"Mario!" Jason's voice was edged with contempt for the careless boy. "Watch what you're doing. We wouldn't want to damage that film. It might not be quite so easy to get Carolyn to make another that ... interesting."
"Ohhhh, how could you?" Her voice was rimmed with hatred. "HOW COULD YOU?" "How could I?" Jason smiled. "It was really quite simple, my dear girl. You are sexually inclined by nature and that enviable virtue combined with your almost unbelievable naivete ... well, suffice to say, it was a simple task to convince your subconscious mind that it was a devoted lover between your legs."