I'm led to the backroom where my hands are shackled behind my back and a black hood is placed over my head. I'm chained to a ring in the wall and left alone. Standing there i think of what is to come. Well, there isn't a lot to think of. I have no idea, and that doesn't help at all to relax. After a long time i'm untied and led to a car.
„Get in, cunt!“ A male voice? Where's the woman that bought me? I'm roughly pushed forward and fall between the front and the backseats. When i want to get up he says „stay there, that's the perfect place for a cunt like you.“ The drive isn't long, maybe half an hour. I'm pulled out of the car. Nobody says a word. It's cool, and i feel my uncovered nipples stiffening. Then it's down a stair and finally the hood is taken off. There are several people, reclining in comfortable chairs, six i count, three men and three women, all with the same kind of masks over their eyes like they had at the auction. The blonde is standing beside me with a wide padded collar in her hands. She closes it around my neck and pulls down a chain from a ring in the ceiling. This is attached to the collar. She uncuffs my hands and chains them to the collar too, pulling them up until i scream from the pain. Then she takes off my heels, not to my discomfort. She smiles at me „don't be too happy to get out of your shoes. You'll be wanting them back on your feet soon enough. Legs wide apart now, cunt.“ The feet are chained to rings in the floor. She proceeds to get some kind of sawhorse which she pushes between my legs. She turns a crank on the sawhorse until the rough edge is touching my soft flesh between pussy and ass. And then some more, until i have to stand on the tip of my toes. There's now about two or three inches between the sawhorse and my pussy. Finally she puts strong clamps on my nipples and attaches rubber bands to them which she then ties to the sawhorse.
It hurts like hell, and the strain on my nipples forces me to lean forward, which will result in my pussy hitting the sawhorse perfectly. By now i understand what this is all about: I won't be able to stand forever on my toes, but when i want to rest my feet i have to sit on the horse. Not a pleasant thought. Not at all. I start to panic, thrusting against the chains, but all i achieve is a wave of pain shooting through my nipples and breasts. And a slap on my face from my owner.
„I think she needs to be gagged“ says one of the spectators. „Yes, I think so too.“ In no time i have a rubber ball in my mouth, nicely tied to my head. Then they bet. First i don't get it, but then i understand that they are putting bets on how long i can 'ride the horse' until i pass out.
I don't know if i'm happy to be quite in shape. I know this will hurt like nothing before and being fit and in shape will do me no good but only prolongue my agony. My feet are hurting badly now, i feel a cramp in my calf and sit down. The rough wood immediately cuts deep in my flesh. I can't stand the pain for long until i have to get up again.
And down again.
And up.
And down.
Up.
Down.
The spectators seem to enjoy it, they holler and shout and call me every degrading name i never could think of. I'm covered in sweat, screaming and begging and pleading, but of course to no avail. All that can be heard are inarticulate grunts. My pussy feels as if it's three times the original size and the pain is excruciating. I don't feel my tits anymore, i just hope my nipples will survive this. Then i don't remember anything. „You're not through this yet.“ A pungent smell gets me back to consciousness. Must be smelling salt. „We usually do three rounds. Of course they get shorter and shorter. But also more painful.“ She smacks me hard on my butt, and compared to the pain in my pussy and tits it feels like a caress. She's right, the following two times i faint much faster.

When i awake again, i'm lying on the floor, completely exhausted and glad it's over. Someone gives me a Coke and something to eat. „You need this for the rest of the night.“
Then i'm pulled up and chained spreadeagled to a cross. A guy gets up and walks over towards me. „Good girl, i won the first round and now I get to play with you“ he says, while pushing the gag in my mouth and securing it. Ohh no, they're not through with me yet? Haven't i endured enough already?
He pinches my nipples and elicits a yelp. „Good, very good. By the way, my speciality are needles. I love them. Do you too?“ I shake my head vigorously. „Perfect. There is not sense in torturing somebody who gets off by it, right?“
It is even worse than riding the horse. He sticks needles in my breasts, my nipples and my inner lips. It's just pain, pain, pain. Somewhen i feel how my bladder empties itself. That gives me a short break in which the ballgag is replaced by the rag that they used to clean my piss. And then, at last, he threatens to stick a needle in my clit. That's when i pass out again.

When i wake up i am lying in a bed, tied up like Charon did: My wrists and ankles tied to the headboard. Only there is no headboard, my head is tilted back over the edge of the bed. I see the blonde woman approaching, see her upside down, coming closer. She's naked, and she's even more beautiful than i thought.
„You were great, really great. Beyond my expectations. As a reward you may lick my pussy while my husband fucks both your holes." At this moment i scream out loud when a cock tears into my throbbing, bruised pussy. I keep on screaming, the pain is too much to bear and only her pussy on my face is muffling my screaming.
Oh my god, what have i myself gotten into. It's only the first night, the first couple of hours, and i'm already a sobbing, whimpering and hurting wreck.
But no, i must not think like that. I must go on, do my Mistress honor.
My Mistress. Charon! Where are you?