I was surprised that the wax had left no blisters. It had seemed so burning hot upon my skin. I shaved my body smooth. Then filled my bottom with its plugs and set off to breakfast. I was off today. I had my time with Bud. Then it was recovery day. The day after working a dungeon room was for recovery. I worked in the lounge, kitchen or laundry, etc. but it was my day off. I needed it too. Emotionally I was spent. My body was tired. I found myself trying to wish Bud away. I didn't want to deal with anything. And though 'doing Bud' felt good enough the 'thought' of doing Bud was quite another matter. I walked to the kennel slowly. It was not what I wanted to do today! But then that really didn't matter much to the situation. Bud was glad to see me.

Dan was fixated with the pictures. There was nothing but his wife frolicking with this black Lab, and him fucking her. He was mesmerized. but relieved that she was in no particular pain today.



The routine was pretty much set in place by now. I was just counting the days off. Today I was half way done.

"You must teach Bud to lick and not just to fuck." The voice of the Mistress brought me back to this bizarre reality.

"Yes, Mistress. Today." What the hell did I care! So I will teach him to lick my pussy - Then he can fuck me. I was passed giving a crap about what they did to me. I couldn't do anything about it anyway!

It was dungeon day again. I drew duty at the torture room. I felt dread fill me. The idea of torture felt over powering. And so far nothing that had happened to me was less than extreme. I knew I would be hurt tonight. That just scared me!

I walked to the room and awaited the mistress. There was the familiar wooden 'X' frames around the room. Soon enough I was seated, chained to the frames, and awaiting someone to inflict pain. That did not take long. It never did. The masters either began or terminated their abuse with a fucking. I had been fucked more in the past five days than I had been in the past five months! I had sucked more cocks in five days than I had in the past five years. This one waited.

"Ever ridden a horse?"

"Yes, Master." I answered, remembering the large animals of my youth.

"Good. Then you'll recognize the rhythm." He tied my arms behind my back from the wrists to the elbows. I stood in silence. He presented at sawhorse with a smooth pointed top edge.

"This is your mount tonight. Mount up."

I stepped over the center. He adjusted the leg height until it was pressing firm into my pubic bone. Then he strapped my ankles to the legs of the sawhorse. He positioned another woman about four feet in front of me. Her eyes open wide in panic as the centerboard pressed into her labia. Another Master showed up. He began looping a rope around my tits. With each loop it pulled tighter. Within several long minutes the other woman and I sat facing each other with our breasts bound up in ropes. I could see her breasts taking on a purplish hue. From the burning my breasts I was sure I appeared the same. I stood. Sitting upon the pointed board was uncomfortable though I knew that all too soon that is where I would be. In another few minutes the tag end of both ropes were fed through a pulley system suspended from the ceiling. I looked up and began to worry. One of the men clipped a chain on to my nipple chain and the to the other woman's nipple chain. Any tugging by one or the other or both of us would pull hard upon both of our nipple piercings. She began to whimper. I felt a knot at the bottom of my stomach. Then each Master took the end of a clamp attached to a short length of rope. I began to tremble as he fumbled around my labia. I trembled in fear as he attached the clamp to my clit. I yelp at the instant and intense pain that shot through my loins and thighs. Tears began to roll down my cheeks. The other woman startled me as she cursed and screamed in pain. I felt a tugging, lifting, pulling upon my breasts. The burning in my groin had completely distracted me. I was being hoisted from the ground by the rope around my breasts. I was terrified as my toes cleared the ground. I caught the look in the eyes of the other woman. She began to thrash.

" Oh, God, NO!" I could barely utter the sound as I began to feel the pain of her thrashing about. It ripped at my nipples and shot fire through my pussy.

"NO!" I screamed! "Hold still!"

Somehow she began to coordinate the pain and her thrashing about. Slowly she began to calm down. Tears flowed freely. Relief was replaced by simple pain as we both hung several inches from the ground. I felt myself begin to lower. The ground touched my toes, then the balls of my feet. I could only just support the weight of my body from hanging by my breasts. I stopped. My breasts ached. My nipples hurt. My clit was on fire. My head spinning with confusion and pain. I watched as the other woman was lowered just as I had been.

I felt the weight of my own body upon my toes. My feet hurt. My toes began to tire. I could relieve the pressure and pain of my breasts only by standing on my tiptoes. I sagged slightly to relieve the stress in my feet. I literally hung by my tits! The stress and pain in my chest was worse than that in my feet. I rested very briefly. Then struggled to my tiptoes.

I watched as they adjusted the centerboard more upward, deeper into and against the other woman's twat. I was next. At first I assumed that this would aide in resting my feet and/or the hanging by my breasts. I was so wrong. The board was only uncomfortable at first. Then after time I discovered that its edges were much worse than the pain of hanging. So I stood.

Whack! I watched in utter horror as a small crop crashed against her bottom. She screamed in pain. Her immediate response was purely a reflex. She jumped away. She flung her hips forward. Her torso pulled back. My nipples scream as the chain pulled abusively. She crashed her twat hard upon the board. As she struggled to her toes she pulled hard on the clamps connecting our clits. Damn her! I knew she was in pain. but God how she was hurting me! I also knew that I was next.

Whack! I staggered but vowed to hold my balance. Whack! I staggered again. I screamed in pain. I fell hard upon the board. Its edges bit deep into my twat. I cried. I struggled to hold my own.

Whack! She screamed and jumped again. My nipples raged. My clit burned. Damn her! Whack! Damn her! I screamed in pain and sat down hard. With another few lashes my pussy hurt more on the board than my tits did from the hanging. She passed out momentarily.

The terror, the pain, the very lashes themselves removed the ability from my legs to support my body. That's when I began to ride their horse. Up, and my legs cramped painfully. Down, and I hung by my tits forcing the smooth pointed edge of their horse into the tender delicate flesh of my twat. The pain immediately forcing me to my aching feet. And so on. I literally beat up my own pussy on their horse. When the other woman recovered she too began her ride. She. I. We pleaded and begged. It seemed to go on for hours though I'm sure it was much less. In the end my feet simply would not support me any longer. As painful as it was I simply collapsed upon the 'horse', hanging there by my tits, exhausted and in pain. After several minutes of stillness the Masters released me.

"One hour - ten." The one Master spoke cheerfully. "That's the longest ride this month. She's some kind of a Mare. Bet I could make some money with this one."

"So you going to bid on her?"

"I might. She could pay for herself in six months. Then she's all profit!" Good Lord NO, I screamed through the fuzzy pain in my head. Surely I won't have to endure this just to turn a profit! I could barely move as they strapped me to the table. His cock parted my battered pussy. I cried, simple sobs of defeat and pain.

The Doctor examined both of us after we were released from their horse ride. Neither of us had sustained any real damage. My pussy was red, inflamed from the battery. But I was not done for the night. I was simply hung from my 'X' seat. The next Master was none the better.

I remained seated in my 'X' frame. I was strapped in tightly. I was gagged form silence. He extracted a long hatpin from an alcohol vile. This, he proceed to press against the outside of my breast. It was sharp. It pricked painfully. My eyes bulged wide as I watched an indentation form at the apex. Then I felt the pressure lightened, the indentation slackened. The hatpin began to disappear inside my breast. It burned as it passed through the flesh. I felt a prick against the opposite side of my breast. I could see a tent pole effect expanding with the pressure. A tip of steel began to protrude from the inside. A trickle of blood escaped the edges of the steel pin. He extracted another hatpin and began at the bottom of my breast. Within several minutes three or four pins protrude from each breast.

Another Master began where he had ended. Clothes pins! He began just above my knee on the inside of my thigh. One, then another, then another, less that 1/2 inch apart they were attached. upward toward my tender, bruised vulva. And soon the vulva, labia, clit, and the opposite thigh were lined with pins. The pain was replaced by a continuous burning piercing my navel, expanding upwards through every muscle of my body.

And yet another Master began to press 11/2 inch pins against the flesh of my breast, much the same as with the hatpins. Only these failed to find the other side. Tiny steel lances pieced my flesh, a dozen or more per side. My body ached, wracked with pain and burning sensations. I wept in silence, my eyes closed. I refused to watch what was happening to my body. I was these three men's pincushion. And for a final touch he pressed the last two down through the center of my nipple. The nipple fiber is hard. He pressed hard. The point of the first lance hit the piercing ring. A wiggle and it slipped to the side. My breasts hurt! My pussy hurt! They left!

The three Masters returned some time later. I was still hanging on the 'X' seat tending to their needles and pins. Another man followed carrying a small medical type bag. I watched as they pointed to my midsection and talked amongst themselves. One of the Masters stepped forward and began to remove the clothespins. Only a few about my labia remained. Then the new Master opened his bag to set up shop. My eyes bulged again. I shook my head no and yelled through the ball-gag. He looked at me and smiled wryly. He was the piercing man. In the next thirty minutes or so I was neatly fitted with two labia rings, one per side, and a navel ring. Great! Just fucking great! I watched as the mad-pinner removed his little lances, and the creep with the hatpins tugged his free. My breasts were swabbed with alcohol. I screamed in anger more than pain.

Soon after they were done the Doctor came in. My new piercings were examined. My breasts were examined. I was released and sent to my room. I was done for the evening. I was furious! I stormed back to my room. I examined my body in the mirror. It was still in very good condition. My breasts had a few specks from the pinpricks; a tiny bruise was forming from one of the hatpins. These fucking hurt to touch! But really did not look bad. My navel ring had a tiny red stone at the center. Frankly I think it looks pretty good. But what pissed me off were the labia rings. I wasn't sure how they would work with my sex life. But then I suppose I would find out here all too soon. I showered and got ready for bed. My Mistress appeared to chain me to the wall for the night.



Dan went straight to the computer. He had a woody even before he sat down. He blushed a bit from simply being embarrassed at his reactions. But then this was his wife he was going to be watching in all these sexually explicit pictures. And that really turned him on. It really wasn't like he was surfing the porn of the Internet.

The first several were of her with her Lab. She was playing with him in the yard. She was stroking the sheath around his dick. He was fucking her. Dan's dick was hard as stone.

The next set was of the dungeon. These were the ones that tormented him the most. He really liked seeing her get sucked, fucked, and abused. but he felt really conflicted because he loved his wife and really hated to see her being abused in this manner. Problem was that it turned him on.

The sawhorse was a puzzle. Without real time action it was impossible for Dan to appreciate the nature of her 'Ride'. But he could see her literally hanging by her tits! And then attached to the other woman at the nipple and twat! He could appreciate the crop landing upon their flesh. And the screaming at the tension in the nipple and clit lines. And he could fully appreciate the cock disappearing into her swollen twat!

The whole needle-pin thing found him a bit queasy. The needles and pins protruding from her flesh really didn't turn on Dan. He was much more concern about her safety. But then the labia piercing? What a turn on! He nearly came in his pants. And the navel jewel was just down right sexy. He turned the computer screen off. It was late. and Dan needed to find some release from his sexual tensions.