Ashley Graham was not ready for this. She thought if she was a snarky little bitch that we would just beat her a little bit and things would be even. That is not how our members saw it.
Sleep is fitful and only possible after the exhaustion of constant shifting around and adjusting the stones that are my bed. It feels like my body has been covered in blows - the rocks are bruising me. Its getting colder. The sun is lower; It beams through a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am one of those web bound carcasses. As it darkens, the chirps and squishes begin -- shadowy flutters of darting fantoms swirl above me. They seem to be attracted by my presence -- often diving at me and bombing me with their droppings.
The smell grows fouler by the day; my toilet is my bed. In the beginning he would come and stand over me; staring, pissing, playing with himself. Today, when he brought me the slop, he was wearing a gas mask.
The everyday chores of the grounds are much more interesting as I allow my mind to wander to that creature entombed in my barn. It is less distracting of late because of the stink, and I now must face the task of cleaning it. I have prepared a platform based on the designs I have seen at the county fair; A grooming table that holds her wrist and ankles so she is on all fours.
For days I have been content with just knowing that it was stored there. To compensate and motivate the chore of cleaning it, I want to take it to another level. I am going to bifurcate her -- two for one. At the head I will have her do makeup. The cock sucking will have a classier feel. At the tail, a machine will soften and swell her gash for my cock.
Something is up; he’s standing over me holding the black head bag and that terrible pole that locks around my neck. He orders me to role over onto my stomach -- I know this drill, so I put my hands behind my back immediately. (Reaching through the grate he locks the shackles together.) He slides the bag on my head, yanks the chain tight and locks it.
I hear the muffled sound of the grate on the concrete. He yanks me out of the hole by my neck. The concrete scraps my skin as I struggle to gain my footing. This is the worst -- he pushes me forward by that pole. It is a stifling fright -- I cannot see where I am stepping. He seems to delight in letting me trip or briskly walking me into obstacles.
I’m now on all fours locked at the wrist and ankles. It must be a table or platform of some kind. He pulls the hood off my head -- the purpose of this position is suddenly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a hose are lying on the floor. Im sure he will make what is to come as horrible as possible. I can’t help but sigh with great relief as this vile stench is about to be washed from me.
I want a new slave girl to keep in my house. A qualified applicant needs to be able to serve clients continuously, faithfully, and completely. Each girl that comes to me, hoping for a position, must be put through rigorous testing. Devilynne is certainly one of the cutest and most enthusiastic little numbers that I have had the pleasure of using in a while. It is time to see exactly what she is made of.
The men who come here aren't just looking for a quick lay before they head home. They pay top dollar for these sluts and they expect to be able to use and abuse them in any way that they see fit. Devilynne doesn't just need to be pretty, she needs to be tough. I'm going to flog her ass until it is bright pink from the impacts. She can scream all she wants, beg if she needs to, but the only requirement I have for this part of the test is that she suffer. I won't take quitters into my house.
I have a thick, hard strap on that I use to test the girls, too. We have some clients with dicks you have to see to believe, and I need to make sure that my stable of sluts is ready to suck and fuck for their pleasure. Devilynne has a deep throat, one of the best in the business, but even it can barely fit the foot long monster I have hanging between my legs. How she handles me punishing her holes is the true test of whether or not she is ready to serve under me. She needs to be tireless when it comes to giving her body over for another person's satisfaction. If she can't keep fucking through multiple, incredible orgasms then I will have to just use her up and throw her away.
There is a long-standing question in the bondage community: how much abuse can a pussy take and still be able to cum when the time arises. O.T. is on a crusade to find out, but he's been hard pressed to find a girl willing to take part in his little experiments. He has chosen Violet Monroe to be his subject even though she's not a completely willing participant. That's fine as far as he's concerned. If she struggles a little that will only add to his tests.
Violet is being moved between different positions to allow O.T. to access her pussy with his different tools. First the flogger comes out, its tails sending pain up through her whole body making her shake and try to pull away. She continues struggling as she is laid back over a box with her arms and legs tied spread eagle, but the ropes are too strong for her and she has no success. Instead she gets a series of whip lashes straight to her crotch. She tries to scream from the stinging pain, but the sounds are muffled by the ball gag stuffed in her mouth.
Violet drools around the gag as O.T. moves on to the final phase of his experiment. He takes out the hitachi and presses it hard against her pussy and Violet starts arching up against it as much as her ties will allow. Then, when that doesn't do it for her, O.T. takes out the celebrator for a more centralized vibration directly on her clit. That's when she really starts bucking.
Amy Nicole made a mistake by not shaving before she came to see us today. O.T. and his pliers have something to say about that. Together they will make sure Amy knows the taste of regret so she never ever makes the same error again.
Amy is a wonderful sub. That doesn't mean she isn't going to be punished, it just means she is going to have a huge smile on her face while it is happening. It is hard to tell from her expression whether she feels the difference between when O.T. is whipping her ass and when he is fucking her senseless with the pogo. The only thing that clues us in is when the sounds she makes change from moans to whimpers and back again.