The punished girl was exhausted and had long lost track of time. She slipped into unconsciousness from time to time but it wasn’t really ’sleep’. And her mind never rested. Her dreams, if you could call them that, were filled with horrific visions. Several times of being left in the cage until she died while Master and his new slaved watched and laughed. Other times of being sold off to some unseen but clearly malevolent being.

Those thoughts always brought her back abruptly to her painful position where she actually felt relief that they weren’t real.

She was fed again later in the day. This time with Joanna and Beth providing the urine for her gruel.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if they’d at least shown they were getting pleasure from her debasement. But the matter-of-fact way they did it seems to accentuate their disdain.

Her sentence of 24 hours would be up at sunset but even though she could see the moving shadows marking the passage of time, she was so out of it that it meant nothing.

Only the shock of suddenly being hosed down with cold water brought her back to reality.

She could hear the remaining guests around her, laughing and commenting and suggesting places for the wielder of the garden hose to rinse. Not that it was necessary, the unseen person was very thorough. Her face, mouth, hair, ass, and pussy were all completely washed out with the cold water and when they were satisfied with that they turned the nozzle to create a forceful stream that was directed painfully at her breasts and cunt.

Settling at last to focus on her vulva, the tormenting torrent soon had her close to orgasm and she had to fight to hold it back.

The cruel person holding the hose expertly teased her and just as she felt like she was going to explode, shut off the water.

Her mind screamed in silent protest but she said nothing.

The sound of the cage being unlocked didn’t manage to get through her veil of frustration and it was only when hands pulled her from its tight confines did she realize what was happening. For a second she thought it might be another ominous imaginary vision but the blood rushing back into the parts of her flesh that had been squeezed against the bars of the steel cage for a whole day were agonizingly painful and pushed all the fog from her mind.

The guests applauded her whispering, “Thank you, Master... for punishing me so I can be a better slave for you.”

The hands that lifted her were powerful and calloused and raised her like she was weightless, bringing her over to a heavy wooden table and laying her on her back with her head hanging over one edge. She raised her head and opened her eyes to see who it was but in the shadows couldn’t make out his face.

But there was something about his huge body that seemed familiar...

Her wrists and ankles were cuffed and quickly pulled down to rings flattening her against the surface.

Her Master announced to the crowd, “This slave has shown that she needs to be controlled virtually every second. She seems to be so obsessed with her own sexual pleasure that she allows it to interfere with her other obligations.”

She wanted to protest but held her tongue.

She felt the anonymous figure lift her middle and slide something beneath her. Parts of it were cool and obviously metal and it suddenly dawned on her that it was the blacksmith who had fashioned her beautiful collar.

“My new slave Beth will now bring this one to the brink...”

The skilled fingers and tongue of her new slave superior soon had Sherie struggling to hold back her orgasm. She dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands in an attempt to distract herself but for a painslut like her, it was a wasted effort.

“p-p-please...” she gasped.

Beth looked up at her new Master whose head shake told her to keep going. She had sympathy for her sister slave but knew any slacking on her part would only get her punished.

Derek loved watching his slaves obey him and savored his wife’s suffering, quickly growing hard at the sight.

The poor girl was covered in sweat as she fought back the orgasms. She silently mouthed her pleas and for a moment caught a glimpse of her Master’s cruel smile and knew then that she would never be given permission to cum.

He told someone out of Sherie’s eyesight, “Do us a favor and shove something in the slut’s mouth so we won’t have to listen to her...”

A moment later an anonymous cock was thrust deep into her throat, quite effectively silencing her. It didn’t fuck her, it just stayed deep inside, cutting off her breath.

Her Master had choked her out more than a few times and she had grown to enjoy it so she made no effort to resist but just as she began to see spots before her eyes it was withdrawn. She gasped deeply in the few seconds before it was jammed deep in again.

It was a momentary respite from having to hold back an orgasm but not for long.

Her sadistic Master smiled as he watched her struggles, seeing her distress.

With a gesture, he directed Beth to stop and then said to the unseen person who’d laid her on the table, “Your turn.”

Her mind screamed out in frustration but she was proud that she had managed to keep from cumming.

Some sort of dildo was shoved roughly inside of her. It seemed intended to fill her while also covering her vulva and clit. She was right.

“That, ” she heard her Master say, “Will allow her to piss but not her or anyone else to touch her cunt.

“It has an opening so that she can be rinsed clean but that’s all.

She felt something stiff against her belly that she could not identify and then whatever was beneath her being attached to it. It felt like a metal girdle of some sort.

She wasn’t far off.

Her Master explained to the assembly, “When this chastity belt is in place it will only be possible to remove it by cutting it off.”

His words didn’t really sink in, distracted by the feel of the device being fitted to her loins. A metal strap was brought up between her legs and riveted in place.

The cock was removed from her throat and she felt her Master raise her head with a fistful of her hair so she could see the device. For the first time she saw that the man who had fitted it was the same smith who’d fashioned her collar.

Like the collar, it fit very snugly and was a work of art.

“As you can see, it has holes for her excretions. But there is no way for anything to be inserted or to make contact with her clit or labia.

“Until I decide to have it removed this careless slave will not be able to be pleasured at all.”

The horrifying words cut their way into her mind. A few minutes ago she’d been at the brink of a volcanic orgasm and now was learning that such feelings were not to be hers until Master decided.

“What about her mouth?” a voice, Joana’s perhaps, asked.

“When she’s not at work she’ll be wearing this, ” Derek said, holding up a gag that had a very realistic latex cast of his own erection on its inside.

The crowd of people laughed and the humiliated girl flushed with embarrassment.

Still holding her hair he pushed the plastic phallus into her mouth and crouched down to buckle it securely in place. He pulled a small padlock from his pocket and let her see it before using it to secure the leather straps of the gag.

Her tongue explored the new intruder, feeling that it was very much like her Master’s cock. Unfortunately, it lacked the flavor and aroma that she had come to adore.

It didn’t do anything to restrict her breathing but would definitely keep her from speaking. Even after letting her head go so it again hung over the edge of the table she could still breathe easily through the hole that followed the path of the artificial cock’s urethra.

‘Is this it? Is this my future? To be kept imprisoned by her own never-to-be-sated lusts but never used?’ she wondered.

But she was so broken in, so completely dominated, that the thought of objection or complaint never even occurred to her.

All that mattered to her twisted slave mind was that it be what her Master wanted.

“Well, Mistresses and Masters, that’s it. That’s her punishment. Forced celibacy for as long as I choose. A day, a week, a month… or forever.

“The old question, ‘How do you punish a masochist?’ has been answered here quite satisfactorily, I believe.”

The applause began with his sister and quickly spread through the small crowd, save for the few slaves, who shuddered at the thought of being in the slave’s position.

“There’s one last thing...” he said.

“I haven’t tested the effectiveness of this new gag. Anyone care to help?”

The crowd laughed at the question. Of course they would.

Gesturing to the long table that was off to one side, he said, “These are all my canes, whips, floggers, and such. Choose your favorites and let’s see if we can make this stupid bitch howl.”

Joanna was quick to pick her favorite- a pair of meter-long supple bamboo canes that were bound at their thick end with black satin ribbon. She flexed it a few times, its hideous whooshing sound making every submissive there wince.

She showed it to her tightly bound sister-in-law and gave her a cruel grin that promised it would be very painfully applied.

When the assembled group had all armed themselves Derek instructed, “Each person gets one blow. After that, each person gets two. Then three, and so forth until she screams.”

“What do we get if we make her scream?” someone asked.

Another suggested, “How about a pool?”

The guests immediately chorused their approval of the idea and offered, “Twenty bucks each!” “No, fifty!” “A hundred!”

Derek decided, “Ok. One hundred dollars each. First person to make her scream takes it all.

Leaning down and putting his lips by his slave’s ear, he whispered, “You’d better make it through five

rounds if you know what’s good for you...”

Sherie had already made up her mind to not scream no matter what her Master said but she nodded and mumbled through the gag, “ye Ma uh.”

Joanna’s twin canes struck her right across both of her nipples and caught her unawares almost letting out a yelp. Her Master’s sister smiled as the slave’s eyes went wide with the shock.

The next person, she couldn’t tell who, used her Master’s thick leathered cat o’nine tails on the inside of her left thigh. It was a very sensitive area and hurt a lot. But it was one of her favorite places to feel pain and the blow only brought an erotic moan not entirely silenced by the latex cock.

The next person used some sort of paddle on her right breast, flattening it against her ribs with the force.

The guests had all selected something and stood eagerly waiting their turn, each stepping up quickly and administering their blows in rapid succession.

She had no chance to prepare herself as she was whipped and caned and riding cropped again and again. She was soon enveloped in the thick red haze of her masochism. It was a familiar place and she felt comfortable there even as more and more torment was laid upon her.

Despite the suffering she felt, she was tickled by what she thought was sweat running down the sensitive skin over her ribs. In fact, it was trickles of blood from where Joanna had opened the flesh of her nipples with her concentrated caning of her breasts.

Those bamboo canes broke just as her sister-in-law was applying the ninth of ten strokes. She had grown increasingly frustrated at the slave’s resistance and lashed harder and harder with every round.

She went back to the table of cruel toys and chose a pair of leather gloves which had been lined with thumb tacks so that their points covered the palms and fingers. The girl on the table was now leaking blood from several places on her body where canes, crops, and whips had crossed and broken the skin.

Barely conscious, she still had not screamed when the group had gone through ten complete rounds.

By then, the group, all Dominant but not all Sadists, had begun to become concerned about the girl.

But not her Master’s sister. For her eleventh round she stepped up and used her left hand to grab the slave’s throat hard enough that the many sharp tacks pierced the skin as well as cutting off her air. It didn’t take but a few moments for a look of panic to appear in her eyes and looking up at her tormenter she saw only a cold, cruel, and quite terrifying smile.

Had she been able to take a breath she would have finally surrendered and screamed.

Joanna then proceeded to use the other gloved hand to slap her already thoroughly beaten breasts hard enough that each blow pierced the sore flesh in a few dozen places.

At a gesture Derek directed Beth to her knees before him and quickly filled her throat with his aching erection. Soon the rest of the crowd followed suit and their eager submissives were slaving away at their Dominants’ loins.

As she slapped the already swollen and bleeding breast for an eleventh time Joanna released her grip on her brother’s slave’s throat and was rewarded with a long keening scream.

“I knew I’d be able to break her, ” Joanna hissed.

Derek pulled his other slave’s head all the way down on his cock and ejaculated into her hungry throat, gasping between spasms, “I never doubted you for a second, sis.”