Waking up isn’t nice. Still half asleep i try to figure out where i am and why everything hurts so much. Then i remember. The horse. The needles. The fucking. When i try to move, i remember that i’ve been tied in a hogtie after the woman and her husband had satisfied themselves with me. Both wrists and ankles are tied to a spreader bar on my back. It must have been painful when they did it but by now i’m numb and just feel the strain in my muscles and tendons. I’m lying on my side, blindfolded, but at least not gagged. I try to focus on something that doesn’t hurt but that’s not easy. My pussy still throbs and aches, and so does my butt. And both are kinda stretched, full. Oh yeah, right, the Mistress has inserted a plug and a dildo and put me in some kind of harness before they left me for the rest of the night. „Cunts like you need their holes stuffed“ were her last words when she walked out.
I’m lying there for a long time, getting hungry and thirsty. And i desperately need to pee. But i don’t dare to. Besides, i don’t even know if i could, with that large dildo inside my vagina. Finally the Mistress walks in the room, smiling down at me. „Good morning honey. I hope you’re rested and ready for today’s adventures.“ I don’t know if i’m expected to answer, i think i better don’t say anything and avoid risking to say something wrong. But not answering seems to be wrong too. I see a sudden movement and my breast explodes in pain. „If I ask you something I expect an answer.“ She raises the crop again and brings it down, this time across my flank, leaving a welt.
„Yes, Mistress, i am rested and ready.“
She rolls me on my stomach and unties my hands but attaches them again to the collar. My legs are freed and then i’m ordered to get up. I can barely stand, my calves and thighs are hurting from last nights ride. The dildo and plug force me to stand with my legs apart. She attaches a leash to my collar and leads me through the house. It’s large, full of expensive designer stuff. We reach the dining room, where her husband is sitting at the table, eating breakfast and reading the papers, not even glancing at me.
„Eat!“ She pushes me towards the wall.
Huh? Eat what? Where? And how, with my hands chained to the collar behind my back?
Then i see the two bowls on the floor, right next to the wall. One is full of water, the other contains something i cannot identify. I hesitate, thinking 'FUCK! I'M NOT A DOG!!!' but i’m too hungry and too thirsty to resist for long. I get on my knees and have my difficulties not to fall over into the bowls. I lap up the water and eat the stuff, which turns out to be a muesli, and not even a bad one. When i’m finished i just keep kneeling there, not knowing what’s expected of me.
They talk with each other about politics and such things. It’s kinda surreal: I’m kneeling on the floor, naked, my butt and pussy filled to the brink, my body is hurting everywhere, i’ve just eaten out of a bowl, lapped up water like a dog and they are discussing whether GM should be getting a bailout. GM? Bailout? Screw GM, i need a bailout!
Now i definitely NEED to pee and start squirming, but it’s another quarter of an hour until Mistress leads me to the bathroom where i finally am allowed to empty my bladder. With the dildo and butt plug gone, i almost feel human again.
When i'm clean and dry again Mistress leads me down to the dungeon again. While she chains my collar to the ceiling i muster all my courage and ask her why she bought me, and at such a high price.
„First, i know Charon. She wouldn't put you on the auction if she wouldn't deem you worth it. Second, we've seen that movie you starred in. A girl that goes through that to please her Mistress is what everybody's looking for. Now enjoy your time with my husband. It's his turn with you now.“

Once again i'm left alone but this time not for long. The Master appears and announces that he'll be concentrating on my pussy and especially my clit in the next couple of hours. I try to plead and beg but it only gets me a couple of slaps across my cheeks. Then he makes me drink a whole bottle of icecold water and warns me to pee without his permission. Soon i find myself hanging upside down, suspended by my ankles, my head in a harness and tilted back by a rope which in turn is attached to some kind of hook in my butt. The afternoon passes slowly, time must have slowed down. He whips my pussy, pinches my clit, drips wax on it, puts clamps with weights on my tender flesh. After some time it's just pain, pain, PAIN!
I scream and whimper and cry but it seems to only turn it on even more. He fucks my mouth, roughly and if i had something in my stomach i would sure throw up. The way it is, i'm just retching and finally i am glad when he shoots his cum over my face and leaves me for some time. When he returns i beg him to let me pee and to my surprise he yes., But i'm to do it slowly so that every drop of pee is running down my belly, over my tits and finally my face. Yeah, he unfastens my head, just for the occasion. Then i feel a searing pain in my pussy and scream in agony for a long time. I don't know what happened but that was worse than anything before. When i'm calm again he shows me a syringe which is still half full. „Now the other side. You don't need to know what it is. It won't do any permanent damage, it's just painful. But you already know that.“ I start to jerk frantically, trying to get away from that pain. To no avail, of course. This time i pass out, thank God.
When i wake up i'm lying on the floor. Tied up, bruised, hurting. But at least i'm alone. I am too tired and hurting to think properly. I just know that i've still got 24 hours of this nightmare to go through. And a nightmare they are: After some time i hear several voices coming down the stairs. Six people including my buyers. Another bowl is put in front of my face. „Eat. All!“ I obey and when i'm finished it all begins again: Whipping, waxing, the needles, the horse. But this time one of the guests suggests to put Tabasco sauce on the board. Then the men fuck me while i have to eat out the women. All that goes on for a long time and is only interrupted when they give me something to eat and drink. When the guests leave i'm in some sort of trance, i almost don't feel anything anymore, my body is kinda detached from my brain. Or vice versa, it's like my mind is wrapped in some sort of foam rubber. This time i'm left to sleep on the floor, covered in female juices, cum and sweat. And of course with my pussy and butt filled. But this time Mistress picked a vibrator for my pussy. It's humming inside me all night long. But despite that i eventually fall asleep.

Sunday is more of the same, but this time it's Mistress' turn to have fun with me. „Gonna practice a bit with my new whip. Isn't it a beauty?“ She's showing me a large whip, one of those Harrison Ford has in „Indiana Jones“.
„Yes, Mistress. It is beautiful.“ I stare at the whip in horror.
„Did you know that the 'crack' you hear is the end of the whip breaking the sound barrier?“
„No Mistress. I didn't know that.“ 'And i never wanted to know either' i want to add. But then again, i'm not that stupid. Chained to the ceiling again, but this time with my wrists, she starts to whip me, placing her lashes exactly where she wants them most. And i probably least: My nipples, my butt, my pussy, clit and then the inside of my thighs. Every time i'm hit it feels like a piece of flesh is torn out. Then she plays with my pussy until i beg her to let me cum, i'd do anything for her! But she merely laughs and lets me come down again only to bring me to the edge of an orgasm again. It's exhausting, but at least not painfull. Not that i need any more pain, i'm still hurting wherever i can think of. At last she takes the whip again and gives me five lashes for which i have to thank her. I've run out of tears by then and my screams are hoarse and suppressed.
„Now, cunt. Did you enjoy your stay here?“
Omigod. What should i say? I'm sure there will be more whipping and beating if i say no. If i say yes, what then? Will she tell Charon? And will Charon then do the same things to me? Or put me on auction another time? And, the most important question: did i enjoy it? Nah, i didn't. That much i know. It was much too much. And only pain, no love. When Charon hurts me it's different because i know she loves me.
„No, Mistress. I didn't enjoy it.“
„Good. I wouldn't have believed you. And to be honest: I prefer it that way. I didn't pay nine thousand bucks for your pleasure, but for mine. And I must say you were worth every cent. I hope your Mistress puts you up on auction soon again.“
She inserts the vibrator and the butt plug again and secures the harnish before she releases me. I can't stand, i'm too weak so i just crawl after her. She leads me to the car and then we drive off into the night. She stops a hundred yards from my place and turns to me.
„You'll have to walk from here. Your purse with the keys and everything are in your post box. I follow you and make sure you arrive safe. Take care.“
I get out of the car, naked but for the leather straps keeping the dildo and the butt plug in plase. I try to walk and when it works i walk faster. Luckily the street is almost deserted on a Sunday night and i arrive at my place without coming across anyone else.
I watch over my back while i open the post box to take out my purse and see her waving at me. Then she's gone.
In my appartment i collapse on the bed, too tired and wasted to think of a shower. I just manage to punch in Charons number and tell her that i'm back.