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.

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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 back up instantly, 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, very 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 an

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 open 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 rele

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.

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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.