While i kneel in the corner, waiting for the Masters and Mistresses to arrive and settle in i start to talk to a Chinese girl. She explains how it all works. She also tells me that usually it's not as bad as one would expect. Slaves must not be „damaged permanently“, for example. Whatever that means. I don't want to be damaged at all, not by someone i have never seen in my life. With Mistress, that's different, of course. But the thought of going up on the stage and have some man or woman do terrible things to me isn't my idea of a party. Or wasn't, maybe i better get used to the idea, and who knows, considering what i have come to like in the past months, i even might enjoy it.
But i sure hope that Mistress gets to play with me. Alas, my hope soon dies when i'm told that this won't happen.
„A Master or a Mistress will not play with her own slave“ the girl says. „I'm glad, because i know what my Master will do tonight.“
„You do? Did he tell you?“
„Yes, he wanted to do it with me, but then he said he rather will use a slave here for that, and believe me, i was very relieved, but also a bit sad.“
I know i shouldn't ask her, but there's nothing i can do about it, i'm too curious. „Please, tell me.“
„If he gets to play with a girl he's going to sew her cunt shut.“
I must have stared at her for a full minute, mouth agape. I mean, how sick can you be? Sewing somebody's pussy shut? I quickly count the slaves and figure out that i have a one in nine chance to experience exactly this. Given my luck, it's probably a one in one chance.
„Oh my God. That's gross. Is he always that cruel?“
„Yes, Master is a true sadist. He calls himself Torture. He said if he likes it he will do it with me too.“
„And you're sad he doesn't do it with your pussy?“
„Yes, a little bit.“ Once again i stare at her, but she doesn't say anymore so i shut up too.

When all the Dominants have arrived, the playing starts. Most of the slaves watch what's happening on stage, but i can't stop thinking about what the chinese girl told me. It's enough to hear them scream and beg for mercy. To no avail, of course. This is not some consentual fooling around, this is real tough playing. I look at Mistress Charon most of the time, but she almost never glances in my direction. The slaves who return from the stage are being treated and helped by us others. Time passes slow, much too slow, and i should go to the toilet. I ask one of the Masters if that's possible. To my surprise it's no problem, so i slip out for a minute and just get back in time to hear my name being called. The chinese girl gives me a light slap on my asscheek, smiling at me. „Be a good girl, make your Mistress proud of you.“ I meekly smile back.

I walk to the stage and stand there naked, waiting for what's to come. And of course waiting for a Master or Mistress to have his or her way with me. When the name is announced, i almost faint. My knees are trembling and if i hadn't gone to pee a minute ago i would be peeing myself right then and there.
„Put your hands above your head, cunt. Hmm, nice boobs, I like them small. And a fresh branding, huh? So you just have been enslaved?
„Yes Sir.“ I barely manage to whisper.
„Perfect. I'll teach you a thing about who owns your cunt. When you go home, you won't touch anything but leave it to your Master or Mistress to take care of you. Got that, cunt?“
„Yes Sir.“ What a creep. He enjoys the fear in my eyes and gives me a hard slap on the branding before he starts to whip my tits and back. Despite the pain i start to enjoy it. Or maybe it's because of the pain. After all, the stinging of the whip lets me forget about what will follow. And i realize i enjoy being watched. Damn, i have become such a dirty slut, i get wet standing naked in front of a crowd, having my tits whipped. I don't even mind being called a cunt anymore. The whiplashes hurt, but not too much. Or maybe i'm so lost in my fear of what's about to come that the pain doesn't get to me anymore. I don't know what's what, there are so many sensations and thoughts running through my body and mind.
But then he puts out the needles and i bite my teeth. Grinning devilishly he drives two of them through each of my tit. I scream and start to cry, but of course that doesn't help at all. I hear people laugh and applaude.

And then it comes, the moment i was so dreading.
„Lie on your back and spread your legs.“
Before he starts he makes sure to show me the needle and the thread. I stare at it in horror and beg him not to do it, but he just laughs at me.
„I always wanted to do that, and your cunt looks like it's perfectly suited to sew it shut. But i want you do enjoy it too, so i will first put some balls into you.“
Then he roughly pushes the balls in. Luckily i'm still wet, but i don't think he would have cared if i had been dry. He pierces my labia and it doesn't hurt as much as i expected. Pulling the thread through the lip is actually worse, especially since he makes a point in pulling the lip outward with the thread. I bite my lips and close my eyes, letting out a scream from time to time. At last he's finished and neatly ties the thread, giving it a yank which sends a wave of pain through my body. Then he wipes the blood on his fingers on my tits.
„It looks great. Your owner should take a couple of pics and post them on the net.“ A last slap on the branding and i'm released.
Ouch! Walking hurts, but not walking hurts too. The other slaves try to comfort me, whispering soothing words. In between i hear the cries of the next slave that's tortured and when i look up i see it's the chinese girl. And my Mistress! She has the same expression on her face she had when i peed in her bed: Anger, rage and of course lust. I wonder what got her in such a state, and i really take pity with the girl, i know how cruel Mistress can be. But i'm too exhausted and too much in pain to pay a lot of attention.

At last the slaves are dismissed. I try to get in my clothes, but with the needles still in my breasts i can only wear the skirt and slip in my coat. The taxi driver looks at my tear stained face enquiringly and asks what's wrong, but i'm in no mood to talk. Back home i immediately undress and head for the bathroom to look at my pussy in the mirror. It indeed looks kinda cool, i have to admit. The inner lips which usually are hidden are pulled outward, the four stitches in each labia close the pussy completely. Then i look at my breasts and the bottom. I'm full of welts, some blood covers my tits and my thighs and the branding is crimson red. And i can't even rub in some lotion, with the needles still stuck in my breasts.
Grabbing a coke and something to eat i try to sit on a blanket behind the door to wait until Mistress returns. But sitting doesn't work. At last i find out that the only position that doesn't hurt too much is lying on the side, legs pulled up. Soon i fall asleep, or rather, i drift off into some kind of pain-wrecked and nightmare-infested slumber from which i awake when i desperately need to pee.

Damn! Damndamndamn!!!

The last thing i want to do is to pee with the holes in my lips still fresh. Besides, i'm not sure if it works at all, my pussy seems to be sewn shut real tight. But i soon realize i wont be able to hold it much longer, so i get up and go to the bathroom. I let out a horrible scream when my pee gets into the punctures of the needle, but dousing my pussy with warm water helps. All that remains is a dull throbbing, not unpleasant, in fact. I feel getting horny and try to rub my clit, but it hurts too much.

I lie down again and this time it's a dreamless sleep. I only wake up when i hear Mistress key turn in the lock.