I was startled awake when the trainer opened the cage. She refilled the dog's bowls and then pulled me out of the cage. I was pulled to my feet by my hair. I had trouble standing, I had not been able to stand since being fucked by the horses, and the cage I had been in all night was only slightly taller than the dog that lived there, so I couldn't stand up in there either. I followed stiffly behind the trainer to what appeared to be a dog wash area. She hosed me down with cold water and then handed me some shampoo and body wash and I was finally able to get rid of the animal smells.

She hosed me off again after I had soaped up and then she gave me a can of breakfast drink. "I imagine you are pretty hungry, for food anyway. But it is probably best that you have an empty stomach. Don't worry though; you will be having plenty of nutrition pretty soon."

I hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday, and I suppose I should have been famished, but I wasn't. I was just waiting desperately for this to end.

The trainer led me into the barn and I was once more fastened to a bench. This was smaller than the other two benches I had already experienced. I was on my stomach, waist high, and I had noticed as I approached that there was another of those canisters under the bench so that any fluids that dripped down would be collected.

The only people in the barn when I was brought in had been a couple of camera men who filmed me coming in and being strapped down to the bench. Once I was in place they took turns fucking me. They finished quickly and stepped back out of the picture.

The trainer had been watching and as soon as the camera men were finished with me she went to the side door and opened it and started letting men in, a lot of men. There were at least twice as many as last night. They were already naked and they quickly surrounded me and started forcing their cocks into me. It lasted nearly all day.

They came in my mouth and they came in my pussy and my ass, over and over. And they were all so violent. They thrust brutally, driving their cocks down my throat or deep into my pussy or ass. While they fucked me they reached under me and pulled and twisted my tits or pinched and spanked my ass.

It was nearly dark when they finally finished fucking me and then stood back to watch as the canister was put in place at my head again. I saw that there was as much cum in the canister as there had been last night from the horses. So I knew what I had to do. I started sucking and swallowing, just like last night.

It occurred to me that this was worse. It shouldn't have been, but horse semen didn't have that bitter, bleachy taste that human semen often has. This was a very bitter drink I was sucking down.

While I worked at swallowing the contents of the canister I saw them placing another canister under the bench I was fastened to and a man came up and shoved his cock into my ass. He had difficulty because his cock was only half hard. Once he was all the way in though, he didn't fuck me. Instead I felt him release a strong stream of piss into my ass, giving me a piss enema. As soon as he pulled free of my ass the piss drained out quickly. My ass and my pussy were both so numb from an entire day of abuse that I couldn't have controlled them if I had wanted to.

Once the piss had drained from me another man stepped out of the crowd and forced his cock into my stretched out pussy. I felt another long, hot stream of piss filling me up and soon he too backed away and watched the urine stream back out of my cunt, with the dregs of the cum with had still remained inside of me. Two more men stepped up in turn and repeated the process.

When I finally finished emptying the canister of cum it was replaced by the canister of piss. They didn't seem to realize that I had reached a point that nothing really mattered any more. I just kept telling myself, "It's alright, you are going to die tomorrow."

I finally managed to swallow all of the piss and the trainer took me out to the dog wash area and hosed me down. Then she took me to the bathroom and I puked my guts out for the longest time. I washed my face and went to the bathroom and then went back out to see what was next on the agenda.

Apparently I had worn out all the men they were able to scrape together, so I was put back on the dog bench. This time they experimented with having one dog fuck me while another raped my mouth. It was a tense situation with some of the dogs, they resented having to share. I got nipped on the boob by one of them when there was almost a dog fight over me.

But they finally got several pairs of dogs to work together and I spend the next hour being dog raped in threesomes. After they had enough footage they let me up and I staggered after the trainer back to my cage.

The camera was set back up to film the action in my cage and the trainer shoved me back into the cage with that big Great Dane for another night. I was covered with dog cum and I guess he was pissed because he had not been one of the dogs that were brought out to fuck me during the day. He became immediately agitated and started lapping me and growling. I knew what I had to do and I reached out and started rubbing my hand on his cock. But this time he was not going to be satisfied with a blowjob. He kept spinning around and growling and finally he worked his way up onto my back.

He inched up my body until his head was right next to mine and I felt his cock punching at me from the rear, searching for the hole, any hole. Fortunately he found the right hole and then it began.

This was different than when he fucked me on the bench. He was an enormous beast. He towered over me and I was totally overwhelmed by his size and strength. His front legs pressed against my body, holding me in place as his cock thrust brutally into me, causing me a great deal of pain and forcing me to grunt with every stroke. I looked up during my ordeal and saw that, by coincidence my face was right in front of the camera. I imagined that those freaks were really going to enjoy this one.

I screamed when his knot entered me and then he held on and shivered as he filled me with his cum. I had no options; I could only wait for it to be over. It seemed to last for hours, I know it wasn't really that long, but I had lost all track of time, all concept of time. Eventually his knot went down and he pulled free and went to his corner. I crawled over to the water dish and lapped up a little of the dirty water. I picked up one of the kernels of dry dog food from the other bowl, but I still wasn't all that hungry. And I would have had to have been pretty hungry to eat that.

I curled up and tried to sleep again. I was in the depths of despair, but I just kept reminding myself that tomorrow was the big day. Tomorrow I would die and it would all be over.

The damned dog woke me up twice during the night. I was still covered in cum and I guess the smell kept getting to him. The first time I managed to get him to settle for a blowjob, but the second time he insisted on fucking me again.

Morning finally came. My big day! I was led out to the bathroom this time and I was allowed to use warm water. What a treat! I shampooed and washed and after I had dried off I was given my makeup and my brush and told to make myself presentable.

When I stepped out of the bathroom finally I was surprised that, to look at me you could not tell what I had been through in the last day and a half. I was handed some plain white underwear and I put it on, then a simple little dress and my shoes. I didn't understand, were they letting me go? But no, they couldn't do that. I knew that wouldn't happen.

I was taken back to the house and given another breakfast drink. The five men who ran the place were in and out of the dining room I was sitting in. They talked to each other, made phone calls, just generally went about their business and ignored me.

I had finished my drink some time ago and the trainer was sitting across the table reading a magazine and ignoring me. I heard someone yell, "It's time," from outside the room and the trainer started giving me instructions.

"Listen cunt," she said, "Don't screw it up. You go outside and then you turn around and knock on the front door. When somebody answers the door you say the same thing you said when you came to the door Friday. You give your name and the name of your company and say that you are here to give your proposal. You don't mention the name of this company or the people, got it?"

Well, not really, but it didn't matter. I nodded and I stood up and went outside. There was man there with a camera recording me as I knocked on the door. Another man answered and I said my spiel. He smiled and invited me in. He stepped aside and I walked in and the camera followed. I saw a woman I hadn't seen before. She was a tall, older woman, perhaps in her fifties standing at the end of the hall watching.

When I was inside she walked down the hall and introduced herself as Helen. As she was talking the man that had answered the door grabbed me from behind and held my arms tightly. I wouldn't have struggled, but he bent my arms so far I thought that they would break and I had to struggle.

The woman watched, smiling for a moment, and then she slapped me with all of her might. I stared at her, shocked at the violence and stunned by the pain. They led me to and then down a set of stairs and into a room made up to look like a dungeon. No, that isn't right. It didn't look like one, it was one.

My arms were forced into wrist cuffs and the cuffs were already attached to a heavy cable hanging down from a ceiling beam. I was pulled up until my feet no longer touched the floor and the cable holding me was secured.

My body swung gently from the cable for a moment as the couple moved around me, examining me, tormenting me.

My wrists hurt from the pressure of the cuffs and the weight of my body, suspended in air. The couple started toying with me. Spinning me, pinching and pulling at me through the clothing I had been given. The woman even punched me in my stomach and while I was recovering my breath from that she punched me again, in the tit. I had never imagined such pain. I could not imagine a woman doing that to another woman!

I screamed in pain and horror and called out to her pitifully, "Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

She grabbed my hair and pulled my swaying body to a stop. She spit in my face, and then, smiling sweetly, she said, "Because my dear, we can. We enjoy it. We can do anything we want to you. No limits. We want nothing from you but your screams. It is so rare to have a beautiful young woman in our clutches. To be able to do anything we want, no laws to worry about, no social restrictions. Our only constraint is time. Sadly, we only have an hour and a half to torture you. So we are going to have to cram a lot in. I hope you don't mind."

I had an awful desire to say, "No, that's alright." But I knew better.

They started ripping my clothes off and when I was naked the man attached cuffs to my ankles and spread my legs out until my knees were nearly three feet apart. It was very painful. Then they started whipping me.

At first they avoided the most sensitive areas, concentrating on my back and my butt and my stomach. Then they started branching out. Soon they were concentrating on my breasts and my pussy. The pain was incredible and I am sure that they were pleased by the screams I produced, until I started getting hoarse.

I guess their arms were getting tired, because they paused to take a breath before they moved on to the next activity. The woman attached strong, sharp clamps to my nipples, raising my screams to a new pitch. The pain was incredible when the teeth bit down into my nipples and the blood started dripping down the underside of my tits. She attached cords to the clamps and pulled them out and attached the cords to a post several feet in front of me. She tightened the cord, stretching my tits out painfully until I thought surely my nipples would be ripped from my body.

I was screaming hysterically, and she loved it. She came close and kissed my cheek and licked the tears streaming out of my eyes. "Yes my darling, scream for me. You are making my pussy so fucking wet."

She stepped back and picked up a container off of a nearby table. She reached inside and pulled out a very long needle, three or four inches long. I watched in horror as she held it against the skin on my breasts and slowly pushed it all the way through my tit. I passed out for a moment.

When I came to again she was waiving smelling salts under my nose. I snapped awake and she picked up another needle. I looked down to see that while I had been unconscious she had put several more in both of my breasts. The ones closest to my nipples went all the way through. She kept inserting needles into my breasts for a very long time. There were so many at the end that I couldn't see my breasts, only the brightly colored little plastic heads of he pins.

She picked up two more of the clamps like the ones attached to my nipples and bent down and fastened them to the lips of my pussy. I screamed again, and passed out again. But it is no fun torturing the senseless. They used the smelling salts to bring me back and then they attached cords to the new clamps and fastened them to the same post that my nipples now stretched towards. They stretched my pussy lips out more than an inch, until I was sure they would be torn off, then they tied them off to the post.

Once I was secured the man moved around behind me and forced his large cock into my ass. Every move of my body was causing me extreme pain and blood was dripping in little rivulets down my breasts and my pussy. I started to pass out again but the woman slapped me a few times and that seemed to do the trick.

While the man was fucking my ass, she started pulling the needles out of my tits, slowly. She took her time, drawing out the pain. She finished at about the same time as her friend finished fucking me. They removed the clamps from my nipples and I screamed in agony. I think it hurt worse when they took them off. Then my labia were released, with the same result.

Finally my ankles were released and then I was lowered to the floor. I was pulled to my feet and draped backwards over a large barrel. My wrist and ankle cuffs were tied off to rings embedded in the floor and my back felt like it would break.

They each appeared over me and started dripping hot candle wax all over my body, literally. The entire front of my body was encased in wax by the time that they had finished. Even my face! I thought surely I was going to be covered in burns. It was excruciating.

They took a short break and let the wax set up nice and hard. Then they came back with short little riding whips and started whipping me, stripping the wax from me with the whips. By the time they had finished I was pretty much out of it.