The smell of sex was heavy in the air, a stench of sweat and human fluids filling my nostrils. The room was disgusting, but all the same, I wasn't able to do anything about it.

"Ma'am, your establishment is disgusting. The women are kept in horrid conditions, but everything seems to be at the minimum standard under the law."

I looked around and saw women in cages around the outside of the room. Their legs were tied upward, restrained to the wall, with only their private parts sticking out of a hole. Men were thrusting in and out of them, one after another, grunting as they filled them with semen.

On the other wall, there was a group of women. They were naked, assaulting one of the slaves. Their necks were adorned with fancy diamonds, their ears laced with gold hoops, and large rocks sat on several fingers. One of the women was standing over the restrained girl, having her pussy and ass licked. The others took turns fucking her. One woman had her fist buried in the poor girl's pussy, undoubtedly tearing her open with the adornments on her fingers. Another woman used a very large, ribbed cock to assault the slave's swollen asshole. The other women pulled and twisted her nipples and slapped her body, leaving large handprints and welts all over her vulnerable form. Then there were more women bent over a piece of splintery wood with their hands tied to their ankles. Each woman was slick with sweat and many other fluids that I didn't care to speculate on.

"Thank you for your compliments. I take my job as house mistress very seriously. These things are not meant to be comfortable; they are made to work off their debt, that's it. This is how society works and functions. I'm sure even someone in your position knows the history of this country before the Debt Reformation Act went into effect."

She said this with disdain for my very existence on her lips.

"I am very well aware of our history, ma'am. That is why my division was put together, to protect against overly abusive conditions. You'd be shocked at what I've seen."

"Fuck these whores! Your division does nothing but make our jobs harder. Revenue has gone down twenty percent in the past four years since DSP was established. Never mind all of that. If you are finished here, let me walk you out."

"Do you have to use our facilities before you leave?"

"Fuck! You have a public restroom? That's not noted on your paperwork. I will have to give you a minor citation and inspect the conditions."

"Just this way, whore."

The mistress whispered under her breath.

"What the fuck did you just call me?"

"Nothing, agent. Must I say, you do look gorgeous. If you'd ever like to ditch your stodgy life in the DSP, you could fetch a heavy price for your body."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I see what the sex trade does to women every day and want no part of it. Now, let's check out the facilities."

I pushed open the heavy door. A man, naked, walked out of the room as we were entering.

"Fucking pig."

I mumbled under my breath.

Lining the walls were women bound in several positions. There were the typical urinal positions, which were three women bound seated at crotch level with a spider gag in their mouths. Next to them were five women with their faces on the floor. This allowed their asses to be held high in the air. A speculum was placed in either their rectum or vagina to hold them open. The two that had the speculum in their pussies were filled with stale urine, with no place for it to go and no way to evacuate it. Under them, piss was coating the floor from the overflow. The three other slaves that had their assholes available had large, full bellies, their colons filled with loads of warm piss. I could see a never-ending tunnel of black in their cavernous, ruined holes.

Looking toward the other side of the room, the women were in similar positions but at levels much closer to the floor. The positions were designed to rest a person's ass so they could defecate into their desired hole. I didn't inspect that side.

"That clock is for shift change, correct?"

"Yes, they are on three-hour shifts. The maximum amount for a toilet slave per DSP guidelines."

"Okay, let me see your slave washroom."

"Right this way."

Inside the dark, cramped water closet was absolutely disgusting. Solid waste and vomit filled the floor, the drain was clogged, and the enema line was covered in a thick coating of grime.

"What in the fuck is this?"

"These whores are disgusting, what can I say? We give them a space per regulations, and what do they do with it? They make it a disgusting shithole. Just like they do with their lives and their bodies. That's why they are here. The regulations say we have to have a place for them to evacuate their waste after their shift is over. We do not and will not clean up after these whores! They should clean their own fucking mess."

"God, fuck! This inspection is horrendous. You are lucky you know the guidelines. If you were one infraction out of line, I would shut you the fuck down! Here is your warning: get your bathroom facility registered. You have five days, and I need the sentencing documents and consent forms for all women who are here willingly and sentenced by the time I return."

"Yes, agent. Now please exit my facilities."

"Gladly."

I walked out of the heavy steel doors, back to my car.

"Sergeant, that was the worst one I've ever seen in total compliance. They followed exactly the minimum letter of the law. I want to shut the place down so badly, but I couldn't find anything out of compliance. It was manufactured to create as much misery as legally allowed by the guidelines."

"Well, Jessica, you can't win them all. You did get that one brothel shut down last week. That pot-bellied loser. He gave me the creeps."

"Yeah, I never want to step foot in that place again. Even slaves shouldn't be treated like that!"

"I couldn't agree more! Have you heard anything about the string of creditor daughters going missing?"

"Yeah, they have half the fucking city shut down searching for them. It's crazy. If only Emily got that kind of search, maybe her life wouldn't be what it is now."

"Yeah, I heard about your sister. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. I just wish she would stop pandering. She keeps getting sentenced, and then... fuck, it's all bullshit."

"That's rough. The captain wants us to keep an eye out for any heiress types in the brothels. Today's kidnapping makes twenty so far."

"Trust me, I'll keep a look out."

Jessica's crotch was slick with arousal, thinking about the wealthy daughters of the rich creditors getting a taste of what our system is now.

"You really think they're being taken to the brothels, Reese?"

"I don't know, but the captain thinks if it was just a normal kidnapping, someone would have found them. If nothing else, to collect the twenty-million-dollar reward. This has to be something else."

"I see your point."

"Do you still have your contact in that commie group you used to hang out with?"

An audible sigh escaped my lips.

"You mean Brothers Against Bondage? No, I stopped talking to them after that business with Cassidy Carpenter."

"God, yeah, I remember that. That was brutal, over six months of being raped by a bunch of dirty commies, and they chose a fucking Carpenter. Just her car is worth more than my entire fucking pension!"

"Yeah, not the brightest decision. Demetrius got beheaded for that one, the only one in recent U.S. history. The last couple of Brothers that got off light were pissed. Oh, and they aren't commies for Christ's sake; they just don't like slavery."

"Well, whatever they are, see if you can make contact. The Captain wants heads to roll on this one. If you're right, then this case will make the Carpenter case look tame in comparison."

"Okay, Reese. Thanks for the lift home. I'll see you tomorrow."

I got out and noticed the wet spot on my seat soaked into the fabric. Fuck, that's not good. Closing the door, I walked to my porch and watched for Reese to leave.

"Fuck, that sucked."

Now, let's get the night started. I got into my car and drove to the west side of town.

"God, this is a fucking shithole."

I got out of my car, still in uniform, the large yellow DSP logo emblazoned on my back and "Andrew" printed below my squad patch on my left breast. A 9mm sat on my right hip.

"Time to check out this shithole. DSP, open up, it's time for your inspection."

I banged the door loudly.

A gorgeous blonde opened the door. She was tall with long legs and hair down to the swell of her back. Her bright blue eyes, flecked with silver, looked into my soul. She was completely naked. Her pussy was slick and hairless. Her lips were red and puffy with arousal, slightly parted with her swollen clit lightly poking out. She had perfect, perky C-cup breasts that sat on her chest.

"Oh, officer, are you here to give me another citation?"

The woman said in a seductive voice.

"Fuck off, Amber."

I walked into the building; the stench of suffering filled the air.

"You know, they are starting to look for the BAB. I was told by my sergeant to make contact and see if there's any connection with the recent kidnapping."

I approached the threshold to my brothel. A sigh of relief heavy in my soul.

"Well, I don't think they are going to find this place any time soon."

"I hope not. I have much more planned for these whores!"

I broke through the doors and heard the sound of skin beating against skin, loud shrieking and muffled cries. All around the room, high aristocratic women were getting a taste of what their coveted financial system had bred, a population of lecherous, sadistic men and women that loved to defile others.

"Is the new bitch still in intake?"

"Yes, she is being tended to by Dameon."

"Well, why don't I take a look at how she is being broken in?"

Walking by the line of women being molested, sodomized, gangbanged, fist-fucked, and having every shred of dignity stripped away from them, I smiled. I began to feel my thighs getting wet, slick with my own arousal. The aphrodisiacs they had been putting in the water had really been doing a number on me. I paused my walk, seeing a woman in the corner with no visitors. Cum was plastered across her body. Her anus was visibly puckered from heavy use. Her pussy was actively dripping semen down her long, bound legs. She was folded in half around a metal pipe bolted to the floor. Her forearms were bound to her shins; she was not able to move an inch. Her head hung upside down, her face red from blood rushing to her head. Her eyes were closed due to her finally having a rest.

*Smack!*

My hand fell on her ass cheek, loud enough to startle the rest of the attendees. A cry of pain escaped the mouth of the resting slut.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Please let me go! My father will..."

My hand thrust forward into her worn anus with a clenched fist.

"FUUUUCK!"

"I don't give a fuck about your father. You belong here now!"

I began pounding into her hole, my knuckles burrowing deep into her bowels. Her swollen bud swallowed my wrist. I pulled back and saw the pad of my palm, then thrust back in, reaching up to my forearm. I kept this up for some minutes until the moans began to escape her mouth. Then I quickened the pace, adding a twist to my hand as it thrust in.

"Look at you, whore. You're getting pleasure from this. You belong here, being used, fucked, and abused! You're nothing. Look at your fucking holes! You're being fist-fucked in your asshole without me even having to warm you up!"

I kept up the pace as I berated this whore, then I began to feel the hole tightening around my arm.

"You better not cum, you slut! Not without my permission! Beg for it!"

"FUCK YOU!"

I thrust my arm deep into her guts. I could see her belly distend as the pleasure of an impending orgasm was washed away and replaced with the pain of her body being pushed to its limits. A piercing scream reached my ears.

"AHHHHHH!!!! Please pull it out, please, I'll be good."

I removed my hand; a slick streak of blood covered my arm.

"I want this whore in the chair for the next forty-eight hours!"

I walked over to the display by the splintered wooden chair. The seat was laced with nails not quite sunk to the head, almost split in half, with a wide tunnel in the seat to leave both holes exposed. Under the chair was a machine mounted to the ground, and on the wall behind the chair was a shelf that housed an assortment of toys.

"I think this one will suit her pussy quite well, and put this one in her ass with the appropriate oral attachments."

The toy attached to the machine was a rigid plastic dildo, infested with large protruding studs along the length and a deep, grooved spiral head. It was about eight inches in length, designed to never allow the vaginal canal to comfortably accept the entire length.

The butt plug was an unyielding mass of plastic with a long taper to stretch the inner sphincter. The largest end was significantly larger than a man's fist. It required a press to be inserted, as the force required was enough to exhaust even the most determined of degenerates. But a nice bottle jack made quick work of the task. Attached at the bottom was a hose that connected to a hole in the center of the plug, allowing material to make it all the way through the plug. The mistress then grabbed the oral plug and a splitter attachment, allowing two tubes to be attached into her mouth, being forcefully held open.

"Attach this tube from the plug into the bottom splitter. I want the other tube to be feeding her a gallon of liquid laxative two times a day. Have the first gallon consumed by the time I'm done visiting our new addition. Do you understand?"

"Jessica, you know I love you, but if you ever boss me around in front of the slav..."

*SMACK!*

"Listen here, slut. I will happily put you back into the slave hole I dug you out of! Do you understand me? I helped bring this entire plan together, and if you ever speak like that to me again, your blood will be coating my arm! Do you understand me?"

"Yes..."

"Yes, what, you fucking whore?"

"Yes, Mistress..."

"Call me Master, you bitch."

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Now, please get that slut into the chair in the manner I described."

"Yes, Master."

I bent down and gave the woman in bondage a smile. The whole room had stopped what they were doing, watching the commotion in the corner of the room.

"Sorry you had to see that. It's so hard to find good help sometimes."

I gently slapped her face a couple of times.

"Please enjoy your new station as you think about your defiant nature."

With that, I stood, plunged my hand into her ruined hole one more time, and felt the pleasure build in my loins.

"God, your hole is going to be so fucked up in two days."

I roughly yanked my hand out, making the woman gasp for a second time, and a bright red bud protruded from her swollen rim. She tried to steel herself. I smacked down hard on her sensitive flesh.

"Enjoy, slut! Sorry about the commotion, everyone! Please enjoy the rest of your time here at this establishment."

I made my way through the door marked "Authorized Personnel Only." As soon as the soundproofed door was open, the animalistic screams of constant terror and pain filled the room. Heads turned as my piercing smile crept across my face. The door closed behind me with a heavy mechanical clack.

In this room sat a woman in a thick steel bar cage. Her head pierced through the top. The rest of the cage was too small to fit her body, leaving heavy imprints on her wet, flawless skin from her being crammed in. The cage made her rest on her knees with her pert little ass sitting between an opening in the bars. Attached to a bar was a large black wire that went to a voltage regulator. The thing that was causing the eardrum-shattering noises was a thin metal wand with a red cable attached to it, being expertly wielded by my associate, Dameon.

"Jessica! Welcome back! I'm loving the new cage! Watch this."

Dameon walked behind the girl in her blind spot as she craned her head to try and follow him but failed. He jammed the wand between her legs, hitting the sensitive nub of nerves resting at the top of her sopping wet pussy.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!"

I could almost feel an orgasm reaching me at the exact moment the screams hit my ears. I'm sure the front of my pants looked like I'd just sworn off bathrooms. I could feel the warmth on my thighs. Dameon withdrew the wand, and the woman's head fell forward in silence. As her body gave out, she began to urinate down her leg. I walked behind her and swiped my finger up her thigh to taste the salty urine.

"Have you fucked the bitch yet?"

"No, she just got through intake about five hours ago. I let her sit confined in the dark for about three, and I've been playing with this for, I guess, about two hours now."

"I see. Go ahead and take a break. I'm going to take things from here for the next couple of hours. Good work, Dameon. Do we have any leads on the Carpenter girl?"

"No, she's been placed in witness protection. We haven't been able to break the U.S. Marshal bitch into telling us her location yet. Ross has been working on her for days. In my opinion, he's been playing with her more than anything, but he's typically pretty effective."

"Why don't you spend the rest of the night giving him a hand? We need to find that bitch. The agency has been talking about her a lot lately, almost as a pillar of the justice system working. We need to show the country exactly how well this fucking system works!"

"Okay, Jess. Have a good night."

"Oh, I will. Now, aren't you a hot little piece of ass? I bet you're super popular in your fancy ass circles, aren't you?"

The woman was still slumped over, passed out from physical exertion. I began to strip. First my DSP shirt, then my ballistics vest. My ample breasts were now not compressed by the binding plate of Kevlar.

*Fuck, that feels good.*

I gracefully lifted off my shirt, letting my perky breasts defy gravity on my chest. My belt was next to be freed, loosening the restraints and pulling down the denim fabric, exposing my glistening wet pussy to the world. My nicely manicured triangle of pubic hair sat at the mound of my pussy, pointing an arrow to my sensitive, throbbing clit. Finally, I stepped out of my pants and, with purpose, strode over to the woman in the cage. I grabbed her by her hair, crouched down eye level with her.

"Wake up, bitch."

"Please let me go..."

"This is your home now, sweetie. Please don't make me hurt you anymore."

"Fuck you! Let me go right now!"

I spit on her face and slapped her across the cheek. "That was the opposite of what you were supposed to do. Open your fucking mouth, whore!"

I stood and put my pussy to her face, not letting go of the purchase I had on her hair.

"Open your fucking mouth now, or you won't like what happens to you!"

"Please let me go. I won't say anything to anyone about this, please. I promise."

She said with a whimper.

"Have it your way."

With both thumbs, I pried her eyes open and leaned back at a slight angle. I began to flex my bladder muscles and released a heavy stream of urine directly into the woman's open eyes. She jerked her head away, making me lose my grip on her eyelids, and she clenched them closed, sobbing about the stinging. I grabbed her hair and finished my stream of piss on her face.

"You wasted half of my piss, you fucking disobedient slut! You're going to be in a world of pain by the end of the night."

"OH MY GOD, FUCK YOU! My eyes burn sooo bad!!!"

"I'm really tired of your voice. I'm going to fix that."

"Wait till my daddy finds out where I am. Do you even know who he is?"

"We know exactly who he is, Ms. Cox. Do you think you're here by accident, an heiress of an empire built on the suffering of others? No, you are here because of your father, and he won't rescue you."

"My daddy will have you hung in the street."

"It's 'hanged, ' you stupid whore! Let's fix that fucking yapper of yours first."

I walked over to my table of instruments and grabbed a dental-grade oral spreader.

"This will keep your mouth open and keep you from talking so much. God, I hate your fucking voice! Is it a requirement to talk like a fucking child your entire life in that stupid airheaded accent?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Please just let me go. You've done enough to me. I'll donate to charity. I'll volunteer for Slut Protection Service or whatever that fucking group is."

I cocked my head to the side and reached for my uniform shirt.

"You mean DSP."

I pointed out each letter as I pronounced it.

Her eyes went wide.

"Why are you doing this to me? Like, I've only ever gotten a speeding ticket! I don't deserv..."

"Fuck, god, shut up!"

I shoved the device in her mouth and began to crank the handle, pushing up against her teeth and spreading the corners of her mouth.

She began to try to scream and began to sob.

"Fuck, okay, let's do this as well."

I grabbed a stainless steel clip with a weight attached to it and clipped it on the girl's tongue.

"Now you'll only be able to make sounds when you really earn it. Like here in a few minutes. Now, I'm going to assume that you just toss your slut holes around to any guy that catches your eye. So let's try this one on for size."

I picked up a very thick, spiral-grooved dildo, a very rigid rubber. I secured it in my harness and strapped it onto my hips. The weight was heavy, but I could feel my pussy leaking down my legs for what was about to happen.

"Now, should we flip this coin to see what hole I destroy first?"

I showed the sobbing woman the coin. Stamped on it, on one side, was a pussy, and on the other side was a swollen, puffy brass sphincter. I saw the fear in her eyes as they went wide.

"Gahhhhh! Uhhhh..."

"You ready?"

She began shaking her head no, swaying the weight on her tongue.

"Ahhhh!!! PEAS NAA!"

She tried to scream, but it sounded like gibberish. I flicked the coin, and it began to tumble through the air. Her eyes were glued on the coin as it made its descent to the ground with a heavy clang. It spun on its edge for a moment and settled on one side. Peering back at the bound woman was a bright, shining pussy pressed into the heavy coin.

"What a pity. I was really hoping to start with your ass, but so be it. I guess let's see what we're working with. My, you have a really pretty pussy. Puffy outer lips. And some nice, slick pink folds. And completely spotless of hair, but I believe that was the doing of the intake team. Look at this nice, engorged clit. It's glistening. Let's see how sensitive it is."

As I said that, I reached out and purchased the nub with my fingers and gave an unyielding squeeze. Right on cue, an inhuman scream erupted out of the girl's mouth as I began to twist and pull.

"Yes, make music for me."

I flicked the button over and over again. I could see tears dripping from the whore's face into a wet puddle of drool and piss. I began smacking her pussy hard, making her labia begin to shift from her white pearl skin tone to a deep crimson, and her clit began to get more pronounced from under the hood. The slapping of skin gradually began to change pitch as the bitch's cunt started to leak fluids, and it became a deep, wet thudding sound. The noises she was making also began to change, only slightly, into a submissive whimper more than a defiant scream.

"Fuck, you're getting sopping wet. Hold on, I don't want you to get too much pleasure from this. Let me get started."

I leaned in and took a nice lick of her pussy, getting the sweet juices of a well-maintained body into my mouth. Then I stood and lined up the phallic object with her now-swollen cunt.

"This is going to hurt. Just so you know."

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!"

She began to thrash her body as much as she could, but due to the cage's size, it was completely ineffective. I pressed the head of the dildo to her wet entrance and began to guide it into her folds.

"God, I wish that I could feel how your insides wrap around this cock. To be honest, I don't blame the men that visit these places. It must be intoxicating to feel a woman's body trying so hard to force his penis out of your body, but the hard cock is only driving deeper. Is that what you're doing, tightening your muscles with all your might to try to prevent the inevitable?"

And with a hard thrust, the head was in. The spiral pattern made it twist hard in the harness, gripping my clit and giving it a hard, pleasing twist, rhythmically going back and forth.

"Fuck, this is amazing!"

I grabbed onto the bars and began thrusting in and out, just working on the head. The woman was openly sobbing, being stretched beyond what she thought possible. A thick, white, frothy fluid began building at the base of her hole and around the spiral grooves of the tool. Her body was betraying her as I saw her toes begin to curl and her body tense. I began to slowly work my way deeper, watching her pink, wet hole grip onto the shaft as I pulled it out and thrust it back in. I was pressing hard, not just to push it in deeper but also to keep pressure on my pussy as I was thrusting and the dildo was stimulating my clit. Then I heard it. Her cries drastically changed to moans, unmistakably. I picked up the speed. The fluid on the fake cock began to get thicker and more clear. I could feel more resistance as her walls were squeezing harder. I grabbed hold of the base of the cock to stop it from rotating. Now the spirals were scraping across her walls, filling her cavernous cunt. The wet sounds of the ridges coming in and out of her pussy were amazing. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her head was arched back. Hands grabbing the bars and toes curled tight. She was about to go over the edge. My rubber cock was jammed in almost to the base, pounding on her cervix. I thrust in one more time, and then I didn't move.

"You think I'm going to let you cum that easily, you fucking whore? We're just going to leave this inside you. I don't think you can even push it out."

I unbuckled the harness and walked over to her wet face.

"Awe, look at you. Your face is a mess. Actually, I want you to see how pathetic you look."

I brought over a mirror and placed it right in front of her. She had drool dripping down her chin. Her eyes were red and puffy, tears staining her cheeks, and her face was red from all the blood flow through her body.

"I'm going to take this weight off your tongue now. You're going to need it. You're going to make me cum now."

I grabbed her by the hair after taking the clip off, inspecting her swollen tongue, a deep groove in it from where the clip had bitten in.

"Stick your fucking tongue out, whore!"

This time she did what she was commanded. I think the dildo lodged in her raw fuck hole was incentive enough for her to cooperate. I began to rub my swollen clit directly on her wet, rough tongue. I could tell she was not pleased with my taste but dutifully kept her tongue stiff as I ground away on her. I grabbed the back of her hair, rhythmically controlling her head, and she began to move her tongue with the rhythm, flicking my sensitive nub. I could feel it building inside of me.

"Fuck!!!! God, fuck, yes! Keep going, you fucking dirty slut! Keep going, or I'm going to shove my fist in your ass!!! Fuck!!!!"

She picked up the pace, and with that, it pushed me over the edge. I got up on my toes and began to release a flood of my own fluids into her wide-open mouth.

"Don't spill a fucking drop this time! Swallow it!"

I screamed through my orgasm. My threats seemed to have worked, as when I recovered from my euphoria, her mouth was empty and nothing was dripping from her chin.

"God, you might actually be a good little slave."

I licked the inside of her mouth, tasting my salty fluids coating it. I licked her tongue, and she licked back, sticking it in my mouth. She closed her eyes almost passionately.

"Can I remove your mouth gag now? Are you done begging to be released?"

She nodded her head up and down. I undid the screws and pulled the device from her mouth. "Is that better?"

"Yes, thank you so much! That thing hurt like really damn bad."

I slapped her hard across the face. "Only direct answers, whore! Now, what do you say?"

"Thank you."

She said with a whimper.

A hard slap came again.

"Thank you, what?"

"Mistress?"

"Sure. Now put it together before I get angry."

"Thank you, Mistress!"

"Fuck, now was that so hard? Now let's get you cleaned up. You look really cute with that huge dick sticking out of your pussy. Do you want it to be removed?"

"God, yes, it hurts like really bad!"

I grabbed the wand from the table and touched it to her nipple.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!"

"What did I say about your answers?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress! Please take the dildo out! Please!"

"Good. If you do it again, I'm going to stick this wand in your fucking asshole! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress!"

"Now, that's better."

I walked to her back side and, with both hands, grasped the cock. Without any warning, I ripped it from her hole.

"Ahhhh, Fuck!"

She began to piss all over and pushed out her cervix into a nice pink flower. I began to wipe the warm piss all over my body.

"Fuck, that's hot."

I pressed my hand against the tiny prolapse. I felt the soft, slick flesh yielding to my hand. I stopped myself.

"I'm getting distracted. Let's get you clean."

I walked to the back wall and grabbed the hose of the hook. I opened the cold side and let the pressure build. I turned the dial on the sprayer to read "mist." I pointed the sprayer at the slave and pulled the trigger. A light misting of the frigid cold water began to tickle her skin.

"Mistress, please, it's so cold!"

"Do you want this to go quicker, then?"

"Yes, please, Mistress!"

She began to cry. I released the trigger, turned the dial to jet, and took aim directly on her flowered pussy. Pulling the trigger, the water was powerful, coming out and denting the skin and pushing her delicate folds out of the way of the harsh cold water.

"Ahhhh, god, fuck!!!! Please stop, Mistress!"

"I thought you wanted this over quickly?"

I left the heavy stream of water spraying harshly on her clit.

"I do! Please clean me, Mistress!"

"Good girl!"

I began to move the sprayer off of her clit and ran the cold stream up and down her opening. Her screaming never stopped. I started to move the sprayer from her pussy, letting the powerful stream hit her asshole, making it pucker tightly. I let go of the trigger. I kinked the hose and removed the sprayer. I placed the metal collar of the garden hose to her sweet, puckered hole.

"Are you ready to be nice and clean? Remember your manners."

"Please don't, Mistress. Don't shove that in me."

"If you beg for me to shove it in, I'll turn off the cold water."

"I don't know, Mistress."

"Suit yourself."

"WAIT! Please turn off the cold water, Mistress, I beg you."

"That's a good slave."

I walked over to the spigot and turned the blue handle off, letting the water flow out of the long tube. Then, with a cruel grin, I turned the red knob. I let the scalding water flow for a moment, making sure it wouldn't blister the skin. Then I kinked the hose again.

"Now, beg!"

"Please, Mistress, please clean my hole."

She said this in a low whimper, tears falling down her face in the mirror. I pressed the opening up to her shit hole and began to apply pressure. She released an audible squeal when the unyielding metal finally breached her sphincter. I watched in the mirror before I unkinked the hose.

"Thank you, Mistress."

Then, suddenly, her bowels were filled with scalding liquid. Her eyes popped open, and she began to try to squirm. She made eye contact in the mirror, intense pain on her face.

"PLEASE STOP IT! Please, Mistress!"

"You want me to take it out?"

Her belly began to fill and distend with the amount of fluid passing through her colon.

"Yes, please! Mistress, please!"

Her eyes were pleading.

"Alright, but don't spill a drop until I tell you to, or I'll have to punish you."

"Okay, Mistress! Anything you say!"

I unceremoniously yanked the hose from her liquid-tight hole, releasing the water on her back. Her skin began to turn red on contact, not burning, but not pleasant. I didn't move the hose.

"How does this feel?"

"It burns, Mistress!"

"What about this?"

I moved the sprayer down to her pussy. The burning water splashed on her clit, and she released a torrent of filthy water shooting directly toward my face.

"FUCK YOU, GOD DAMN SLUT! I FUCKING TOLD YOU!"

"Please, Mistress! No, I'm sorry!"

"Fuck that! I'm done with your insolence!"

I walked over to the ground wire attached to the cage. It was a large jumper cable lead. I walked behind the woman.

"This goes here now."

I opened the jaws. Then let it bite down on her engorged clit with several pounded of clamping force.

"AHHHHHHH, FUCK YOU! YOU GOD DAMN FUCKING MONSTER! WHAT THE FUCK!"

"That's right, this is the real you! The disobedient little cunt! Acting can only take you so far!"

I picked up the thin steel wand, holding the handle. I swished it in the air a few times, listening to the sound it made.

"Let's see what voltage this thing is set at. Only twenty, I see. Well, we're going to set it to one hundred and see how you like that."

The fire lit in her eyes.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, EVIL BITCH! YOU HEAR ME? I WILL FUCKING TORTURE AND KILL YOU!"

"Sounds good, sweetheart!"

I reared my hand back and struck her bare ass, letting it sit on her skin, sending electricity through her ass and out of her clit. The sound that came out of her mouth was not something I was aware a human could make. I reared back again, and this time, I struck her labia. Her voice began to crack.

"I'll kill you......"

She said, sobbing. The two red stripes blistered as welts and burns. Her clit was a deep purple.

"These next five will be quick."

I struck her hard and fast, giving her small jolts but deep gashes where the steel bit into her flesh. Blood began to trickle down her ass, falling into her pussy fold, collecting at her swollen, blistered clit. She began to thrash around, screaming and crying. Her voice was raspy and as loud as she could muster.

"Please stop! I'll do anything, please stop!!!!!"

I released the cable from her clit.

"We don't want this falling off. Pick the next spot: nipple, maybe your tongue, or I could probably just shove the wire in your ass."

"Please, just stop. I can't handle it."

"Pick a fucking spot, or I will for you."

"Left nipple."

She whispered in defeat.

"Good. Now you're playing the game."

I attached the clamp to her nipple and then continued my strikes. I landed across two already-open gashes on her ass. She just sobbed. I began to violently thrash her across her ass ten times. Screams and cries stopped.

“God such a weak fucking cunt!”

I walk over to my table and inspect my toys. Then my eyes shift to the corner of the room. I see a rough looking toilet brush. The once white bristles are now stained brown. Crusty with thick dried shit coating it.

“Lets get you clean slut!”

I walk over and grab the handle and walk back over to the broken whore. I put the dirty bristles in her face right under her nose. She takes a deep breath and the putrid smell brings her back to consciousness.

“Lick it slut!”

“What! No please thats so disgusting!”

“Open your fucking mouth!”

She shakes her head no clamping her mouth shut.

“Fine! You'll take it dry then!”

I walk around the cage to the back side of the slave!

“What are you doing! Please no!!!! You cant put that in me!”

I press the stiff bristles against the tight unrelenting hole. They make very little movement as they touch the skin. Dried feces cracks off falling down to her pussy as the bristles flex.

“Quickly, or slowly?”

“PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!”

“Do you want me to shove it in, or work it in!”

“God! FUCK! Get it over with!”

“Good girl!”

I brace myself for powerful thrust.

“Just relax or its going to be so much worse!”

Without a count down, I see her cute little shit hole unclinch as she relaxes. I take that as my opening and push the brush into her fuck hole. An unholy screech escaped her lips. Bristle by bristle pushed past her tight ring. My momentum faltered in the middle of the brush.

“FUCK!!!!!! PLEASE!!!! STOP!!!! FUCK GOD DAMNIT!”

Her body is vibrating uncontrollably and she begins to seize. Her butthole puckers and clinches around the dirty brush. Holding it in her body like a vise. I grab the handle as I hear her begin to choke and hyperventilate. I start to wiggle it back and forth as the sound pushes me towards the brink of orgasm. Then I drive the dirty tool the rest of the way in.

“GAHHHH”

Her head falls in silence.

"JESSICA! ENOUGH! Get the fuck out of here now!"

"Jeremy, how did... Did you put fucking cameras in here?"

"YES! You're fucking unhinged ever since we started this operation. You've gone deeper and deeper into sadism. That's why you were removed from orientation! I drove over here as soon as Dameon said you sent him away. Leave now and don't come back until tomorrow. Your key card is revoked for this room."

"Thank you."

A small whimper came from the tortured woman.

"You shut the fuck up! I was not talking to you! Someone will be in soon to continue breaking you! Don't worry!"

"Fuck you, Jeremy! Fuck you! You know DSP is onto you! The big bad BAB leader! Ever since Demetrius had HIS HEAD CUT OFF IN THE STREET, you've gone soft."

"No, I've gotten smart! You're lucky I don't put a stop to this Carpenter mission you have everyone on. But we're in too deep now. Your marshal is ready to talk, by the way, and she doesn't look half as bad as this slut, and you've only been with her for a few hours. Get your shit and get out. I'll contact you tomorrow."

I walked over to my pile of clothes. I threw on my tank top, vest, and shirt. Then I froze when I saw my pants.

"Jessica, don't you fucking touch it."

His hand went to his gun but didn't unholster it.

"Fuck! I'm not... Jesus Christ."

I threw my pants on and walked out the large soundproof door. With a mechanical click, I would never see the inside again.

"Wow, Amber, you've been busy with this one."

The woman from the corner of the room had her bondage completed. The machine in her pussy was pumping away, a white, creamy foam coating the black cock. The first two-liter bag of laxative was gone, and all that was left was in the tube. The tube from her plug was filled up to her shoulder with her own liquid filth. The slaves were prohibited from solid food so that they did not have solid bowel movements; it made messes easier to clean up, and some of the more obscure fetishists preferred it.

"Alright, sweetheart, I'll see you tomorrow."

Jeremy walked out with me to ensure that I actually left.

"I can't believe you fucking did that, Jeremy!"

"Not out here, Jess! Get in your fucking car and leave now!"

He said in a hushed tone.

"Yes, sir."

I said, flipping him the bird and spitting at his feet. I knew if I burned rubber in my Charger, he might actually have me abducted. So I calmly left and made my way home. I began to drive, and as I made my way out of the shitty area, I got a tingle in my brain and between my legs.

"FUCK YOU, JEREMY!"

I took a turn away from my house and drove to a seedy brothel that I had shut down last week. I made the drive, leaking into my seat the whole way. I pulled into a dilapidated parking lot. I got out of my car and walked up to the door. The sign read "Closed." I began to beat on the door.

"Open the fucking door! I know you're still operating!"

The large metal door swung open, revealing a large, pot-bellied, greasy man.

"What the fuck are you doing here? We're shut down, cunt, thanks to you!"

"Shut the fuck up. I know you're still operating. What's your hourly rate?"

"Is this a trap?"

"If you let me in and keep your fucking mouth shut about it, I'll redact the part of my report about the donkey show."

"You've piqued my interest."

"If you give me a private room with three girls you don't mind being out of commission for a few days, I'll also take off the dog room. That will eliminate your mandatory six-month animal-involved suspension."

"You want three girls? What are you going to do to them?"

"That's why I want a private room, asshat. I've had a bad day."

"Why not go to a legal brothel?"

"Because I can't be seen using a brothel. Any more fucking questions?"

"Which girls?"

"I assume these are all volunteers now, correct? Since the city isn't allowed to send women to an unlicensed brothel?"

"Not exactly. Let's go to my office, and we'll take a look at who I have. I have a deal with one of the clerks. He sends me girls still. Instead of time, I pay off their debt manually, plus a little bit on top, and I am still able to make a profit and have girls who have a debt to society to pay back. He only sends me girls who are repeat offenders and violent criminals. Everyone knows you don't just come here to blow a load. Which, I'm guessing, is why you're here."

"You know you can get in a lot of trouble for this operation."

"Oh, I'm sure the agency will just love to hear about one of their shining stars of the agency coming to fill some twisted desires of her own. Listen, lady, I don't care why you're here or what you do to the three whores I give you. But don't threaten me."

"Fine. Show me your roster."

I picked up the folder. It had charges, headshots, and sentencing documents for about fifteen girls, all from different walks of life. Three of them caught my eyes. A very pretty blonde girl, she looked a lot like Amber. She was charged with domestic violence. I guess she beat the fuck out of her wife. Her release date was tomorrow, interesting. Then two girls that got picked up together for armed robbery. This was their fourth time committing a violent crime. They had two years of slavery and over two million dollars of legal debt.

"I want these two bent over a bar, forearms attached to their shins. I want the wife-beater free in the room. How quickly will you have it ready?"

"Give me about fifteen minutes. I'll have the house mistress put it all together. One more thing: that thing cannot go in the room with you. I don't care where you put it, but you can't have it on you. Oh, and do whatever you want to that blonde. She's had it very easy around here since she's a looker. Men tend to take it easier on a pretty face. Today's her last day, and that whore rubs me the wrong way."

"Fuck, I forgot I had my gun on me. I'll wait in the car while my room is being set up. And trust me, I'll be getting my money's worth."

"Very good. It'll be $150, since you're doing me a favor, too. You'll be in room three."

"Very good."

I pulled out a wad of cash and walked out to my car. I took my belt off to take my holster off. Then I slipped my hand down the front of my pants.

"FUUUUUCK! GOD!"

The feeling of my fingers brushing the tip of my clit was almost too much for me to handle. I stripped off all of my clothes in the car. I grabbed my right nipple and began rubbing my clit in circles. I could feel warmth running between my ass crack. I began rubbing my wet lips with my fingers, spreading them as I stroked down. Going up and down the smooth, velvety, slick skin, coating my fingers in my thick, clear fluids.

"GOD DAMNIT, THAT FEELS GOOD!"

I plunged three fingers into my wet pussy, pressing against the rough, tantalizing spot at the top of my pussy. I felt like I was about to explode.

"FUCK THIS!"

I got out completely naked and walked to the large metal door, opened it, and began to walk down the hallway to room three.

"Hello, ma'am. Your slaves are now ready. Please enjoy your stay at our establishment."

"Thank you!"

She left, and my burning eyes shot to the tall, confident blonde standing naked at the toy table. I had pure malice in my eyes.

"Oh, look at you, all fired up. You'd make one of these little whores melt with that look."

I began walking while she was talking.

"You don't scare me, a little woman li..."

I grabbed her by the hair and ripped her down to the ground.

"I want you to shut the fuck up! No more talking, you fucking piece of shit bitch!"

I sat on her face.

"Lick my fucking asshole, you pathetic fucking cunt!"

I opened her legs and began slapping her pussy over and over as she screamed into my abyss. I spread my ass cheeks to give her a nice place to put her tongue.

"Less fucking screaming, or I'll really make it fucking hurt, you bitch!"

Her tongue began to circle my cute, little wrinkled hole. I could feel the pleasure building as soon as it hit the spot.

"Keep your tongue out!"

I began rubbing my body on her face, using her tongue to masturbate. It felt so good. As I felt like I was going to cum, I began beating the shit out of her clit, smacking it over and over again, making it swell up. Then it happened.

"Open your fucking mouth, whore!"

She did as instructed. I spread my pussy lips and let my fluids run straight down her throat.

"Open your fucking legs, whore. Spread your pussy!"

She reached down and spread her meaty, plump labia, revealing her swollen clit and her puffy inner folds. I began to ravage them with my hand again.

*SMACK!*

A muffled scream erupted from her mouth into my full ass. I began to strike again and again.

"Don't fucking let go, you slut!"

She did her best not to hide herself from my punishment, but finally, I broke her. The nice, sensitive nub of flesh was now swollen and somewhere between a deep red and purple. Her inner labia were now beet red and swollen. When she let go of her outer lips, you could still see the lines of swollen meat not letting them return to their original position. I felt the lubrication of tears creating a barrier between my ass cheeks and her face. I stood, bent down, and grabbed her by the hair.

"What was that, you fucking whore!"

I slapped her across the face.

"What the fuck! God, that hurt!"

"Fuck off! You like to beat women? Go ahead and pick a striking instrument from the table!"

She looked around the table, tears still falling down her face.

"NOW!"

"FUCK! Here!"

She handed me a paddle.

"I don't want it. You have two minutes to go make those two girls' asses purple."

She looked over at the girls, now with a look of terror on their faces. They were gagged and tied up properly. They weren't able to move at all. I could see very easily that they were heavily used. Their pussies were never quite closed. Their assholes were blown out. Instead of a cute little wrinkle, they were two rings of purple, bruised flesh, swollen and sealing an entrance to a long, ruined tunnel.

"Yeah, you fucking whores like that, don't you!"

I heard the whimpers and cries coming from the two bound girls as the blonde verbally and physically berated them.

I began to look around for my next toy to use. I wasn't impressed with the selection, but I picked up two large, veiny cocks, they were wider than my wrist, at least. I threw a harness and cock over to the woman beating the two other whores senseless, turning their ass cheeks into four swollen, purple globes of flesh.

"Put that on, slut, now!"

All eyes went to the giant cock sitting beside them. The two bound girls began sobbing harder than before, strings of tears saturating their dark black hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. They began shaking their heads back and forth as if to say no.

"Shut up, you fucking whores. You better fucking put that cock on now, before I bury it in your fucking asshole, you cunt!"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Hey, that's a good slut! Didn't even need to be told! I like that."

I walked over to the collection of butt plugs. I grabbed one that was an adequate size but not too big to distract or hinder thrusting.

"Spit on this and bend over, slut!"

"Yes, Mistress."

Her glazed face spat a nice, big glob of white, foamy saliva on the black, pointy plug. Then she bent over, her tits falling on the back of one of the bound women.

"Are you ready? Three... two..."

"AHHHHHH! FUCK!!!! THANK YOU, MISTRESS!!!"

The woman screamed and sobbed while trying to gather her composure.

"Good job, slut. This isn't your first time. Not many slaves can keep composure through pain."

"Thank you."

"Now pick your partner."

The blonde placed a very hard smack across the left woman's swollen purple ass.

"You pick: pussy or ass first?"

"Let's destroy these bitches' asses!"

The blonde said, still with tears on her cheeks but a wild look in her eyes.

"Alright, let's go!"

I lined the head of my cock up with the puckered purple hole of the woman trying to scream her heart out. She wasn't able to move or protect herself from her impending punishment. Then I began to press the large, pointy tip to the tight, worn hole. I looked over, and the wild blonde lined her tip up, grabbed the bar the woman was folded over, and with all of her might, rammed the large black plastic into her hole. An eardrum-shattering scream erupted from under the gag. I was frozen in place with the tip of the cock pressed against the second slut's puffy hole. Watching as the blonde bitch thrust in and out of the poor woman's hole. I could see her ring holding onto the cock as it pulled out, trying to hold onto it for dear life, distending the swollen pucker, dragging it along the long, bumpy, veined shaft. I stared down at the woman writhing in pain, trying to bite the gag in half with sheer willpower. Unable to scream or curse. Her eyes clenched shut, tears rapidly scrolling up her forehead. Then, suddenly, the woman's eyes shot up, and the gag threatened to fall out of the whore's mouth. I looked to the blonde that had the cock buried to the hilt. She was grabbing onto her own tits, pinching and tweaking her own nipples, giving herself pleasure, mercilessly assaulting this woman's delicate insides. I could see the faint outline of the rubber cock in her belly.

"Fuck, that's hot! Well, we can't let this bitch show us up now, can we?"

Pulling myself out of my euphoric stupor, I changed my approach. I moved the top of the dildo from the woman's puckered hole and saw it unclench. Then, with a wicked smile, I put all of my weight and force behind a devastating thrust.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!! GAHHHHH!!!! FAHHHH!!!!!!"

The woman wailed below me. The head of the cock and a quarter of the shaft were buried into her shitter. The swollen hole was now stretched out around the shaft, making less of a swollen ring and more of a thin purple sleeve. As I pulled it out, I saw the skin of her hole pulling with it, and as the bulbous head pulled out, I saw fresh pink skin coming out between the purple used ring and the black thick invader. When the head was at its widest, I thrust back into her tunnel, receiving a choked gasp. This time, the shaft plunged in about half way. The veins in the cock were tickling her ring as it came out, pulling a slime from her asshole with it, probably the gallons of cum her colon received on a daily basis.

"Alright, bitch, this time it's going in all the way!"

I dragged the cock completely out and lined it up with the now-gaped opening. I put everything I had into one more hard, unrelenting push. I buried the cock all the way to the base into her hole. She was visibly shaking and sobbing, snot bubbles coming out of her nose. Spit was dripping from around the gag, and tears were running down her forehead. Then I really started. I began to pull back and thrust deep, following a punishing rhythm. The blonde slave beside me had left her cock sleeve waiting while I invaded my whore. Now she had started to match my punishing speed. In unison, we were destroying these whores' assholes beyond what they had had, at least today. We were pulling all the way out to the head and shoving down to the rings holding the cocks to our hips. The screams escaping through the gags were getting ragged and quieter as we went on. I looked down at our cocks, and a bright red film was coating them. I looked down at the dead eyes of the whore being raped beside me; they were glazed with acceptance. She had dissociated.

"Is that all you can give, whore?" I screamed at the blonde standing beside me.

"Sorry, Mistress!"

We both picked up the speed and force. We began withdrawing the dick completely and shoving it in with one hard thrust over and over again. This renewed the women's suffering, and they began to scream again. I imagined them begging us to stop. I began to falter in my thrust and noticed the blonde do the same. I pulled out completely. There was now a pink wad of flesh that had replaced the purple ring from before. Her prolapse was so sexy.

"God, look at that sexy little rose bud."

I bent down and licked the prolapsed hole.

"It tastes so sweet. Pull out of her ass. When she pulls that cock out, I want you to push your fucking prolapse out as much as possible. Do you understand me, slut!"

She shook her head yes. As the blonde woman pulled the large veiny cock from her ruined tunnel, I saw the pink flesh following it out, gripping onto the head of the cock. Then the cock fell away, releasing the tube of flesh encasing it.

"LOOK AT THAT!"

I began to suck on her insides that were now accessible. I shoved my tongue deep into the tube and began to lick.

"This is so cool! It's so warm and slick and tastes sweet. Cut that slut free so she can taste her friend's insides!"

The blonde girl did as she was told. I put my hand at the base of her hole and reached around to grab the prolapse to prevent it from retreating back into its hole. The black-haired woman was cut from her restraints and fell to the side on the floor, unwilling to stand.

"If you don't get up, I'm going to shove both of my hands in your fucking shithole!" With that, she began to stand. She took off her gag and took in a deep breath. With a raspy voice, she whispered, "Thank you for releasing me, Mistress!"

"Eat your friend's asshole now!"

With that, the tall, toned woman opened her bruised mouth and began to devour the slave's prolapse. Her mouth surrounded it, and she looked like she was enjoying it.

"You lick her ass now!"

I instructed the blonde woman.

"Yes, Mistress!"

The slut, with purpose, got on her knees beneath the freed woman and began to suck at her pink rose bud. I could see the woman tense with this stimulation.

"You must be really thirsty with all of that screaming you were doing."

"Yes, Mistress."

She said with a raspy voice.

"Put your mouth right here."

I released the prolapse and watched it suck back into the woman's body like a snake. I pointed to her piss hole, and I plunged my hand into the bound woman's pussy. I began to thrust my fist in and out, hitting her G-spot with consistent, rhythmic force. In absolutely no time, she began to curl her toes, dig her nails into her legs, and bite down on her gag. Without warning, she released a flood of liquid into the woman's mouth, filling it instantly.

"Swallow, whore! Don't spill a fucking drop! You keep fucking licking her ass!"

I screamed at both of the freed slaves.

After the final bound woman was finally done flooding her friend's mouth, I instructed them to release her from the restraints. Now, with all three women free, I told the two previously bound women to walk back to the table. The blonde woman began to stand up.

"Stay on your knees, slut. Look at you. When I came in here, you were talking tough to me. Now you just got done eating another slave's prolapsed fuck hole!"

"Yes, Mistress! I'm sorry for my dis..."

*Splat!* "Fuck you. I want to see who you really are. Sluts, tie her up. I want her knees to her chest and wrists tied to her ankles. And put this spreader bar attached to her knees. Then put her on this table."

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Please don't, Mistress!"

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking whore! You think I'm stupid? You think I don't know you're fucking acting? Let's see how good your skills are!"

The women began to expertly tie her up. I went over to the toy shelf. I picked out a nice, reasonably sized dildo. I walked over to the fucking machine in the corner of the room. I attached my chosen cock to the shaft and positioned it between my wet lips. I grabbed the remote to the machine and turned it on. I rested my back against the wall as the hard cock began to thrust its way inside my clenched walls.

"God, this cock feels so good. It's the perfect size for my nice tight pussy, since I'm not a fucking whore!"

The women were now lifting the blonde slut onto the small table, securing her in place.

"Remove that plug from her ass! How creative are you two? If I tell you to punish her, will I be disappointed with the show I receive?" The women, as commanded, with great force, tore the plug from the blonde's asshole before answering. I heard a pained scream escape from the woman's lips as her hole went back to its original size, almost completely forgetting the plug that was in it moments ago.

"No, Mistress!"

"She's going home tomorrow. Will you make sure she remembers you for months?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"If you don't ruin her, I will rip both of your holes open completely. Do you understand me?"

The machine was now at almost max speed, punishing my pussy. I had juices flying off the cock, coating my legs and the wall.

"Torture her now!"

At once, the tortured women began to plunge their fingers into the bound woman's holes. They started with three fingers, working them in and out of the woman's tight pussy and ass. The man was telling the truth about her easy time here. I saw the struggle to even get this much into the woman's flawless openings. She was far from a virgin but not ruined like so many women she saw on a daily basis. The bound woman began to moan in pleasure as the two black-haired slaves exhaustively thrust their delicate fingers within her.

"Do not make me get off this fucking cock!"

The women looked at me with fear and terror written on their faces.

"Yes, Mistress!"

They yelled in unison. They removed their fingers. Then they spit on their knuckles and made their fingers come to a point. With zero warning or grace, they buried beaked hands into the woman's now-stretched holes. She let out a shriek of pain and tried to sit up but was unable to. The two slaves ignored her struggles and withdrew their hands and plunged them in again, over and over again. The blonde's pussy seemed to be having a simple time accommodating its new size, still swollen and puffy from its beating. It effortlessly swallowed the hand to the wrist. Her asshole, on the other hand, I could see bright red streaks highlighting the woman's veins and tendons on her hand, collection points for the blood of her torn hole to bind to. All the same, the hole was no match for the woman's sheer determination. She expertly thrust the hand in over and over again, receiving verbal beratement from the blonde.

"I will fucking kill you, whore! I will come back every day and fuck you both raw!"

The women were unrelenting. Without prompt, they exchanged glances and switched holes. They alternated thrusts, making sure not even a single second went by without one of her holes having a fist buried to the wrist within. The rhythmic thrusting produced a squelching sound that was so intoxicating. I turned my machine to its highest setting as I let the head of the fake cock blast my cervix.

"FUCK! I'M GOING TO CUM! Make her scream!"

Almost as if they were waiting for permission, the woman in charge of her ass buried her arm down to the thickest part of her forearm and began to twist back and forth, while the woman in her pussy began to stab at her cervix with her index finger. She had no hope of actually entering it, but wanted to cause her pain.

"AHHHHH FUUUUUU! GAHHHHH!"

Her head shot back, her mouth opened wide, and she began to howl like a wolf.

"Keep fucking going!"

I pushed down on the dildo with my body weight as it thrust in as deep as it could go, hard.

"Fuck! God, keep going, don't stop!"

The women began thrusting in their new positions, trying to drive deeper into her holes. The woman in the blonde slave's ass made some headway, nearly making it to her elbow, but the one in her pussy just resigned herself to punching the woman's cervix over and over again, eliciting the most bloodcurdling screams from her lips.

"GAHHHH FUCK!!!!!!"

I brought my fingers down to my clit and began rubbing back and forth rapidly, releasing a flood of juices that reached halfway across the room. Standing on my toes, the cock had fallen from my pussy, thrusting through the air wildly.

"God, fuck! That was fun!"

The women removed their hands from the bound blonde. A thick coating of goo and blood covered them both.

"You two did good. Pick a beating instrument."

They both picked bamboo sticks, very thin and flexible. I picked a thin, braided wire mounted to a plastic handle.

"We're going to give her ten lashes each, taking turns."

"Please! Mistress! Please don't do this! Haven't you ruined me enough? Look at my holes! I won't be able to please anyone for months, let alone myself!"

This was true. Inspecting her now thoroughly used fuck holes, her pussy was now throbbing, completely unable to close completely. Her lips were pulsating, almost as if talking. A thick pink discharge was leaking out and trailing off of her clit into a puddle on the table. Her color had changed from a bright pink to a bloody red and bruised purple, and even black in some places, from the knuckles hitting from misplaced thrusts.

Her asshole was a completely different story. It was now sporting a bright pink collection of fleshy insides poking out from beneath the once-wrinkled tight entrance. The swollen ring was unable to close and required manually pushing the mass of tissue back inside to properly seal her hole. A film of thick, frothy pink liquid coated the crevices of her newly developed prolapse. It was now a tortured hole begging for abuse rather than a nice alternate passageway to explore for pleasure.

"You are indeed ruined for a time. You will remember me every step you take for months, but your holes will repair themselves. I want you to remember my face every time you lay with another person, every time you strip off your clothes to look in the mirror, every time you rub your hands over your once-perfect body."

With that last word, I swung my wire, landing it on the fleshy part of her anal prolapse. Instantly, the meat sucked back into its tunnel. The woman shrieked in agony, but without too much delay, a second strike with a bamboo cane landed on her left cheek and then on her right. Her shrieks of anger and pain now melted into sobs.

"Please end this!!!"

She said with all of the emotions she could muster. I placed a strike across her swollen lips. Instantly, a thin welt marked across the red, puffy skin. Then, perfectly, the two women hit the exact same spot as before, this time opening up the welts, allowing blood to begin to flow down her bright red globes.

"Flip her on her back!"

The women grabbed her spreader bar and used it to pry the woman from her position and place her on her back. Now I saw my target more clearly. I saw a nice, deep red pussy with an angry red button staring back at me. With precision, I struck harshly. I only nicked the nub, but the result was the same: a wail of pleading and screaming. Then the two women picked a new target. They wanted her tight, perfect stomach. With all the force they could exert, they brought a strike down that opened two gashes on each side of the woman's chiseled stomach. With that, her voice was gone. Only her mouth could open, and her cries were muted. The deep sounds of sobbing could still be heard, but nothing higher than that could be heard from the woman's strained vocal cords.

"Such a pity. I can't hear your petulant wailing anymore."

I spat on her face and walked back to between her legs. I brought down a cross strike on her left pussy lip. I could see the pain on her face as the two women decided her tits were their next target.

"That is four strikes each. I want all three of us to deliver five more strikes in quick succession to one target area. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Yes, Mistress!"

The woman on the table began shaking her head, but no words came out.

"Three... two..."

Then I landed the first of my furious strikes. The two women followed with their own. They had chosen her breasts to mutilate, and I continued with her pussy lips. Blood was now splashing with each strike. Droplets sprayed all of us as we bore down on this helpless slut. By the fifth strike, her genitalia was not recognized. It was a mass of blood and chewed flesh. The only things spared were her nipples and clit.

"Last strike will be with this."

I walked to the table and grabbed a thick, braided cable with a fray at the end.

"One clean hit. I assume you two know where to strike, correct?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Good. After this, all three of you are done, and I will never see any of you again."

I got close to the blonde and whispered into her ear.

"I had a lot of fun with you!"

With that, I took my position. I reared back. The woman closed her eyes, accepting her fate. I brought down the thick cable on the ball of nerves, and she found the last shred of her vocal cords and wailed in terror. Her head shot up, her eyes went wide, and she began thrashing around. The two other women held her down.

"Relax. You're almost done."

I looked at the damage. Her clit was still there. It was the size of my thumb and now purple, but it didn't explode, thankfully. I handed the cable to my left. I took her place, holding the blonde down. She was thrashing and sobbing, tears soaking the table beneath her head. Then, within an instant, it came. I felt the strike in my bones. The blonde instantly closed her eyes, and no sounds came from her mouth. No movement. She had blacked out.

"Last strike!"

"Mistress!"

"Fucking do it, or you'll be next!"

With fear on her face, she struck down hard on the woman's remaining nipple, letting it blister open and drain blood into the stream running down the rest of her bright red stripes. With that, I left the room. A large, heavy clink filled the silent room. I poked my head into the pot-bellied man's office.

"I was never here. You understand!"

"Of course! But fuck, look at that... is that blood on you?"

I turned and walked away, leaving this place behind.

Another inspector would be assigned to this location.

The large door closed behind me. I got in my Charger and drove home completely naked, covered in blood, piss, and sweat.

By the time I finally laid my head on my pillow, I had never slept so deeply. I felt like my demons had left me, like my addiction was satiated. I felt at ease.

*Ring, ring, ring...*

"What the fuck..."

"What do you want, Reese?"

"Jessica, come to the station now! I can send someone to pick you up."