Chapter 8

Cheryl awoke some hours later to find herself no longer trapped inside the cage. Instead, she was now mounted in a kneeling position on the stage, her belly thrown over a padded frame to hold her in position, with her legs splayed widely by the restraints attached to her knees. Similar shackles held her wrists in place, leaving her abused tits to sway painfully below her like a cow's udder. A cord woven into her hair was attached to an overhead pulley, forcing her head to remain painfully upright and in perfect position to be mouth-fucked. As she was taking inventory of her situation, a sudden, sharp pain flashed over her body as Craig let loose with a blast of ice-cold water from a garden hose.

"Nobody's going to want to fuck you when you're covered with shit, whore," he commented. "Stay still so I can get you cleaned off."

She shivered and groaned as Craig adjusted the spray to a hard stream, further irritating her already raw skin as he rinsed the dried globs of feces from her body. He was especially cruel with her tits and between her legs, actually shoving the end of the nozzle inside her cunt and asshole, though reducing the force of the spray when he did so. It wouldn't do to permanently injure the slave... yet. A final rinse, and he was finished, leaving her to shiver in misery while the cool air slowly dried her.

Cheryl didn't have to wait long before she heard the room filling up with yesterday's "guests." The first to take her was her administrative assistant. She'd always selected males for that job, because the thought of a man being subservient to her gave her an extreme sense of power. Now, though, it was her turn to be the subservient one.

"Get me hard, cunt," her former employee commanded, wagging his flaccid penis in front of her face. "And don't even think about biting me. Craig has assured me he'll knock your teeth out if I so much as feel a scrape."

She took him in her mouth, praying that she could keep her teeth from touching him as she sucked his cock. He quickly grew hard, and pulled out. Taking a position behind her, he then positioned his saliva-covered penis at the entrance to her asshole and pushed, ripping the last vestige of virginity from Cheryl. Ruthlessly he slammed deep into her bowels, finally spewing his hot semen deep inside her lower intestines. Cheryl was then forced to use her mouth to clean the weapon she'd just been raped with, gagging at the combined taste of semen, shit and blood, while another took her former assistant's place behind her.

The evening was a nightmare of penetration for Cheryl. By the time it was over, she'd taken well over 100 loads of cum in her ass and cunt, not to mention all the women present who had strapped on their own dildos and fucked her to oblivion. She'd lavishly licked cleaned every dick, every dildo, every hand and finger that had penetrated her, and then had been strapped to a Sybian and been ruthlessly machine-fucked for over three hours, until she finally passed out from the nearly continuous orgasms that had been forced upon her. Then, when she woke up, the entire ordeal began over again.

By the end of the weekend, Cheryl knew what Hell was like, because she'd visited it over and over again. Not having been given a morsel to eat, her only nutrition was from the liquids she'd sucked from those using her. She'd been fucked raw; her labia were swollen and chaffed, her rectum torn and bleeding. The guests finally departed and Cheryl was placed back in her cage, which was then raised and hung from the ceiling. Finally, she was allowed to rest, and dozed off into an exhausted stupor.

Craig and Donna returned the next morning to find Cheryl begging for water. She quietly sobbed, offering to do anything for just a sip of cold, delicious water.

"Are you ready to sign your life over to me, bitch?" Donna cruelly asked.