Chapter 4: Fast food

As soon as the still kneeling Ariel had pulled her breasts out of the wall, Laura ordered her to immediately untie the ropes from her tits. With trembling fingers, she tried to untie the ropes that bound her breasts together at the base. As she was completely exhausted, she did not succeed immediately. “Until you have tied and unwound the cords, our four guests of honor will play with the soles of your feet for a while. It’s unbelievable how much time you’re wasting just to untie a few lumpy cords!” Laura scolded and gave one of the older, stranger gentlemen a belt. He didn’t take long to do so and struck the kneeling slave’s right sole. One of the younger strangers quickly fetched the riding crop and struck poor Ariel’s left sole. Finally the first rope fell to the ground and the two other strangers took over from their colleagues. When the second rope was finally on the ground and the blows had stopped, Laura asked: “Slave cunt, if you now know how many blows that was on your feet, we’ll leave it at that this time and not round it up again. So bitch, how many was it?” Ariel had no idea, so she replied sobbing, “Mistress Laura, I don’t know Mistress!”

“Well, it was 30 from Master A, 42 from Master B, 28 from Master C and 34 from Master D. That’s exactly...?”

“Mistress Laura, 134 strokes, mistress!”

“Very good, and without a calculator,” Laura scoffed, “that brings us to 934, another stupid number. We’ll now round it up to exactly 1100. That’s a nice number and it fits so well mathematically. That gives us all another nice seven strokes free!” Laura introduced herself and Stephanie stood behind Ariel. Both had a belt in their hands. They hit at the same time - Laura on both tits and Stephanie across both ass cheeks. Again, they didn’t care about their great calculation, but hit their victim ten times each before handing the belts over to Jens and Michael. They also hit them ten times. In the end, all of their last ten blows had hit Ariel’s body with all their might. But it was amazing, Ariel was still kneeling upright despite this further beating and had not collapsed. Somehow, despite the injection, she no longer felt any pain. She didn’t cry or scream. She just stayed on her knees and let everything happen to her. “Now you stay on your knees just like that. You will lick every woman present here to orgasm. If one of them urinates during or before - swallow it all. Afterwards, the men can still use you as a toilet, but I ask them not to cum. Don’t panic, you’ll get your turn, but we still need your juices,” Susi explained and stood over Ariel’s face. A yellow stream shot out of Susi’s cunt and into Ariel’s mouth. Without thinking or feeling anything, Ariel mechanically swallowed as much of the disgusting liquid as she could. When Susi had stopped pissing, she squatted a little so that Ariel could lick her vagina. The slave also performed this task as if in a trance. Nevertheless, Susi came after a few minutes and made room for Sarah. After Ariel had licked the twelve women to orgasm (and drank the urine of Susi, Sarah, Laura, Cora, Sonja, Pia, Stephanie, Elke, Sandra and Jenny), she was pissed on by all twelve men. They tormented the girl even further by trying to hit not only her victim’s mouth but also her nose and eyes. After she had survived this abomination too, some of her spirits returned.

“Very nice, now get up and get the heel out of your ass,” Petra demanded. Ariel stood up and now she felt considerable pain in her feet, which had been tortured with over 240 blows. She squatted a little to pull the heel out of her bottom. Without anyone telling her to, she licked the metal ball at the end of the hook clean before handing it to Laura. Petra turned to the girl: “Cunt, now come with me!” Ariel followed Petra crawling to a washbasin in the far corner. “You stinking piece of scum will now wash yourself from top to bottom, and of course inside too! Then you’ll put some nice lotion on your body and do your hair. You’ll be ready in ten minutes!” Ariel washed herself with cold water, which was a relief for her battered body, applied lotion and blow-dried her hair. It was most amazing how quickly Ariel recovered during her ablutions. When she liberally applied the healing cream to her breasts, buttocks and vagina, she was still exhausted, but already in her right mind. Without the countless blue and yellow marks on her tits, ass and vagina and the multitude of welts on her back, no one would have guessed that this young girl had been tortured in the cruelest way just a few minutes ago.

While the slave girl washed and creamed herself, Tommy spoke to Laura and Susi: “On your website in the guestbook, there are always statements that the slut can’t possibly be doing this voluntarily and perhaps the site should be reported to the police. To avoid difficulties, you must record a video of her in which she declares that she is doing everything voluntarily. We will then post this as an ‘entry video’ on your site.” Laura promised that they would do this as soon as possible when Cora addressed her: “Congratulations on your slave. You can believe me, I really have a lot of experience with this and know that there are very few slaves who are able to withstand such extreme ordeals, and only after very long training. Your slut is a natural, she really is a born slave. She can endure extreme pain after just one week, has never thrown up no matter what you read her swallowing and licking, and is also very obedient. Believe me, this girl is like hitting the lottery for you. I’m really impressed - by her and by your creative ideas to humiliate and torture her. I heard what your IT expert said and I think I have just the right location for you to record such an intro. What would you think about having lunch with Sonja and me tomorrow?” The two of them were delighted and happily agreed.

In the meantime, Ariel had finished and was allowed to get dressed again. The red stretch top squeezed her swollen, still very hot tits and was uncomfortable to wear. The mini, however, still fit her full belly and swollen butt. “So boys, now it’s your turn. The bitch is going to suck you off now. But please don’t come in her mouth. Splash it all in her hair, on her face and on her body. Okay? And you, stupid bitch, sit on this chair, with your legs hanging nicely over the armrests of course, and suck the boys until they come, but I warn you, if one comes in your mouth, don’t swallow it,” said Sarah.

Ariel sat down as instructed. Her micro-mini slid up even higher, exposing her beautiful, sewn-up, swollen cunt again. Station policeman Jens came, stood with his legs apart next to the chair and stuck his cock in the slave’s mouth. She wrapped her lips around the shaft and worked on the glans with her tongue while the policeman fucked her mouth. After a very short time, he pulled out of her mouth and finished masturbating. He sprayed his sperm on her hair and in her face. It ran down her face and dripped onto her cleavage. But Janitor Frank’s cock was already in her gullet. After a competent treatment by Ariel’s tongue, he finally came on her head and face. After all, seven guys had squirted their hot sperm into Ariel’s face and hair. The face was wet and the slimy fluid was clearly visible. The white liquid was even more clearly recognizable as sperm in her black hair. Now all that was missing was Andi and the four “guests of honor”, as Laura had called the four strangers. Andi spoke to Laura, who looked at Ariel, grinned and nodded. Andi went to Ariel and fucked her in the mouth like the others. But when he was about to come, he gave Laura a signal. She had put on disposable gloves in the meantime and grabbed Ariel’s forehead with her thumb and forefinger and pulled her back. Then she forced Ariel’s eyes wide open with both thumbs and forefingers. Andi now tried to squirt into the wide-open eyes, which he succeeded in doing. He was even able to direct a few more squirts into Ariel’s nostrils. Ariel’s eyes burned and she breathed through her mouth. Finally Laura let go of her. Ariel immediately closed her eyes and her head tilted forward. Before she could rub the cum out of her eyes, Laura ordered her: “Don’t you dare wipe any of that cum off your body. Your hands won’t touch it!” Ariel now blinked very quickly and when her eyes were open you could see beautiful strings of cum between her upper and lower eyelashes. The sperm from her nostrils ran over her lips, down her chin and neck. But the first stranger was already sticking his long member into Ariel’s mouth. One after the other, Ariel’s mouth was fucked by four extremely long cocks. All four of them slid their cocks deep down Ariel’s throat and pulled her head firmly into their pubic hair. As she had learned, the poor girl swallowed whenever the men’s acorns touched the roof of her mouth. She produced a lot of saliva again, which the four men’s large rods drew out of her throat and which also dripped onto her cleavage. “It’s really strange that three of these four guys seem so familiar to me. Just because they remind me of my brothers and my father in terms of age and build. I should be ashamed to think such a thing. None of my family would be capable of beating me as cruelly as they did. None of my family would be capable of fucking some girl’s throat so brutally. I wish I could be with them again,” Ariel thought as one of the young guys had just buried his cock deep down her throat. Finally, these four were done too and Ariel had four more loads of cum on her face. The two young guys followed Andi’s example and squirted their loads directly into her eyes and nostrils. “We now ask our male guests to hang a small weight each on the slut’s cunt seam and thank you for a really wonderful evening,” Petra said to the guests and then whispered to Ariel, “and you also thank your masters again very much for treating you so nicely!” The girls had already prepared twelve short chains with a small hook attached to one end and a small weight at the other. The hook and the chain were each about two centimetres long, the weight about one centimetre and had the shape of a penis. All together they weighed about 100 grams. Carpenter Franz took the first chain and pulled the swollen labia apart until he discovered the seams. He hooked his weight onto one of the stitches that had been sewn into Ariel’s labia. Ariel said politely, “Sir, thank you for being so kind to me today, sir.” When the last chain was hanging, Ariel’s labia were stretched by the stitches of over a kilogram and had reappeared despite the swelling.

Bus ride

The twelve men got dressed and left the dungeon. Ariel had to remain sitting in her chair in the degrading position until the twelve mistresses had also dressed. Then she was finally allowed to stand up. “Wrap this over your hips so that only the weights are visible,” Laura said and gave her a sarong. Ariel wrapped the sarong over her micro-mini. Her bottom and sex were completely covered, but the twelve little weights were clearly visible. “We’re going to leave now. First Sonja, Cora, Pia, Stephanie, Laura and I, then you follow and finally Sarah, Elke, Sandra, Julia, Susi and Petra behind you,” said Jenny and walked towards the exit door with the other five. Ariel followed obediently, the little weights began to swing and make soft clicking noises.

Ariel walked barefoot down a short hallway, past the restrooms, and finally up a wooden staircase. Her hair, face and cleavage were covered in cum and it dripped slowly from her nose and chin onto her chest. Once upstairs, she found herself in the dining room of a restaurant. With a bright red head, she followed her mistresses through the tables. It was extremely humiliating for the girl to walk through the restaurant in this state, but at the same time she was glad to get away from this basement room where she had to endure hours of the worst torture and torment. “At last this torture is over. You can’t torture a person any worse and I’ve endured it. I even endured the whipping on my back and the blows on my cunt. So I’ll last until the vacations,” Ariel thought optimistically. She was just too young to know that sadistic people could come up with much worse tortures. Although the restaurant was full, only a few people noticed her. And those who noticed pointed at her and told the people sitting next to them, who then turned their heads, but no one said anything. At last she reached the exit door, went down the three steps and stood on a sidewalk. The rain had stopped, but the streets were still wet and there were puddles everywhere. To Ariel’s amazement, it was still light, as she thought she had been in the basement for at least eight hours. In fact, it was only 7:30 pm. She quickly followed her mistresses, who walked past her car. The slave walked the whole way bashfully with her head down, but every now and then she had to lift her head to see where her mistresses were going. After about five minutes, during which many passers-by had walked past Ariel, and this time almost all of them at least shook their heads (a mother crossed the street with her two children, two teenage boys made very offensive remarks and followed her for a short distance), she reached a bus stop. There were only three people there - an elderly couple and a man. All three saw the 13 girls, but either they didn’t see anything or didn’t want to see anything. Cora pressed a 100 euro bill into Ariel’s hand and whispered to her: “You’re paying for all of us. We want to go to the main station! Do you understand?”

“Mistress Cora, yes mistress,” Ariel whispered back, shuddering.

The bus arrived just a few minutes later. Laura and Petra got on first. They told the bus driver that Ariel would pay for them and quickly went to the back row. After the three people who had been waiting for the bus with the group of girls had boarded, the other girls followed. Cora and Ariel were the last to get on. Ariel handed the bus driver the 100 euros and said quietly, “Thirteen times to the main station.” The bus driver took the money, had the receipt printed out and gave Ariel back the change. He muttered: “You should be ashamed of yourself. Especially at your age.”

“Oh, old man, if you look in your rear-view mirror while you’re driving, you’ll discover a lot more beautiful things. But please, stay on the road,” Cora replied. The girls had spread out in the back half of the almost empty bus. Each sat on just one of the double seats. It was one of the first stops on this bus route, so there were only three passengers. The bus set off. Ariel walked through the entire bus, past the now six strangers (the two men in particular scrutinized Ariel very closely), to the rear bench. Laura and Petra were already sitting there on the far left and far right. Ariel had to sit in the middle seat. “You sit on your bare ass. Your feet on the seat, your knees spread wide. At bus stops you stroke your seams with the fingers of your left hand, while driving you fuck your asshole with the index finger of your right hand. You’ll always lick your dirty finger when you change. The main station is the last stop. We’re the last to get off!” Ariel slid her micro-mini and sarong up over her ass. Then she placed her dirty and wet feet on the seat and spread her knees. Now she leaned back a little so that you not only had a brilliant view of her stitched-up, swollen vagina covered in bruises of all colors, but also a great view of her green and blue beaten ass cheeks and swollen and red anus. Her right hand pushed the hanging weights slightly to the side, then she stuck her index finger deep into her anus. Ariel pulled it all the way out again and stuck it deep inside again. She repeated this, her head red, the whole way to the next stop. Ashamed, she lowered her head and only looked at her own exposed cunt. “This is so embarrassing. But at least they’ve finally stopped beating me up. Still better to show yourself off to everyone than more spankings!” thought the slave. When the bus stopped, she licked her right index finger, which tasted and smelled a bit like shit, and switched from her right to her left hand. With her left hand, she stroked the seams that had been pulled forward by the weights. The passengers entering the bus were treated to an impressive sight. Nobody said anything, but everyone took a seat at the front of the bus. The ride continued, and Ariel finger fucked her ass again. As Ariel only looked down, it looked to the other passengers as if she was fucking her ass with great concentration or fingering her sewn-up cunt. Seven more stops followed and the bus was already getting very full. At the fifth stop, three boys aged around 15 also got on. They took a seat at the back, directly in front of Ariel and next to Sarah, Cora and Sonja, and watched Ariel’s show without shame. As if this wasn’t embarrassing enough for Ariel, they also made comments such as: “That must be quicker”, “Has your old man sewn you up?”, “She’s got cum on her face”, “Man, who beat you up like that?” and so on. As Ariel simply continued to slowly fuck her bottom with her finger with her head down and made no comment on the shouts and insults from the boys, they became even bolder and tried to grope the poor slave girl. However, Laura, Petra and Cora intervened. They quietly said to the boys: “You can now enjoy a great show all the way to the main station, or we can get off and wait for the next bus! Got it?” The boys didn’t want to spoil this show, this unusual sight, so they stopped trying to grope Ariel, but they carried on with their comments, pulled out their smartphones and took some souvenir photos. While Ariel groaned with gratitude and relief that her mistresses didn’t allow these boys to touch her, Petra said to them: “If you want to see her again, all you have to do is visit this website,” and gave the boys a piece of paper with the internet address. The other passengers kept quiet, mothers had put their children against the windows and forbidden them to stand up, some men kept glancing backwards. There were also many passengers (men and women) who secretly took pictures and videos of the show they were watching with their cell phone cameras. Finally, the bus reached the end of the line and the passengers got off. “Cunt, lick your fingers again, adjust your clothes and then follow us, just like before!”

The girls got off the bus. Cora called out to the bus driver: “So, how was the show?” before she also left the bus. The bus stop was on the opposite side of the road from the main entrance to the station. There was a lot of traffic here. The group of girls waited at the traffic lights and walked towards the main entrance when the light turned green. This time there were several and rougher comments about Ariel’s appearance, including threats. The mistresses therefore decided to take Ariel into their midst and no longer let her walk “alone”. They crossed the entire station, past local and long-distance trains, until they reached a fast food restaurant. In this restaurant, Cora and Laura queued at the food counter while the others went to the men’s toilet, which smelled disgustingly of urine and detergent. When it was their turn, Cora only ordered a cheeseburger, and after it was brought and she had paid for it, she said to the man behind the counter: “I’d like to speak to the restaurant manager!” The man fetched the restaurant manager. “Hello, we are now offering you the unique opportunity to earn 200 euros in five minutes. Please come with us,” Cora explained. The perplexed but curious man in his mid-forties followed the two young women into the men’s room.