I see them torture the woman who tried to help me. It's my fault. Whatever I did, she didn't do. How can they hurt her? How can they hurt me? It is maddness.

The woman who must work for me shoves the needles through my nipples. My breasts are bound and then the needles. I don't know how much more I can take and yet I am still so wet. I don't understand. I feel like a whore.

She writes on my body and takes pictures of me. Will she put them on the internet? Will she put them all over work? Again I am humiliated and excited that people will see my naked body. I know men will look at me bound and find excitement from me.

"I'm a whore. Are you happy? Stop, please, it was just my job. That's why I was sent here. Please, let me go. I'll tell them you are all needed and then resign. You'll never have to see me again, just let me go."

I can't be that convincing as I moan in the middle of my speech. I'm breathless.

"I'm a whore. I'm a whore!" I don't think I can tell them I like this, that it turns me on. I can't even believe it myself. How can I tell all these people?

She pushes more needles all the way around both of my purple breasts. She grabs my clit hard. She scrapes it with her fingernails. She takes another needles and slowly pushes it through my hood. I shake and scream. "NO! Fuck!" but I gush a little more juice.