Letter from a Slave Girl

 

 

 

One: The Letter

 

October 2006

 

The Supreme Office of the President,

Club Model World

 

 

Dear Master President,

 

 

I am writing to you to beg for mercy as I don’t think I can endure another night of punishment like I recently suffered at your Club Model Showcase evening. Those men were very sadistic to me and hurt me a lot. Although it was three days ago I am still in agony from all the punishments they inflicted on me. My breasts, bottom and pussy are all badly tortured and I don’t know whether my lovely, young body will ever look beautiful again.

 

I am grateful that you have given me a nurse to repair the damage to my body. I am being looked after in your Recovery Centre by one of your male nurses and I am pleased that he is experienced in repairing slave girls’ damaged bodies. He has made me wear a skin-tight black rubber bra and panties which keeps my beaten and battered flesh together. He has regularly rubbed a soothing cream into all my weals and bruises and I can see he likes fondling my intimate parts. He has told me he enjoys his job as he gets to fondle the breasts, bottoms, thighs and pussies of pretty young girls. He is firm but gentle as he rubs my torn nipples and lacerated pussy lips with cream. I cry with the pain as he rubs my tender, abused parts but I also get strangely turned on when he rubs me so hard it hurts. The nurse says he’ll be able to turn me into a pain addict but I can’t believe I’ll ever really enjoy pain, although I know I’ll have to endure it.

 

Anyway, I want to thank you because he is doing a good job returning me to my previous beautiful self. I’m sorry if you think I’m big-headed in thinking myself an attractive girl but I know you liked my first model photos and I was delighted to be invited to appear at my first Club Model Showcase. I want desperately to be a successful and popular model girl as I know I have the looks for it. As I’m sure you know, I’m still only 16 years old and I want to be one of your Club models for a long time, if you’ll let me.

 

I am pleased that I have the company of another slave girl in my recovery cell. I am only allowed a bed and so to have another girl is comforting for me. The nurse is also looking after her and seems to enjoy spending many hours in the cell with us both. I have been allowed to talk to her and I found out she is 18 years old and has had to recover in the Club Centre more than a dozen times following many evenings of heavy punishment. I am not allowed to know her name and the nurse calls us both “sluts”.

 

She told me in whispers when the nurse had left us alone that her last modelling contract with a client took place in the man’s well-equipped dungeon. She had her breasts severely tortured and the man spent ages crushing her nipples in pliers. Next, she had steel manacles fastened around both her breasts and these were attached to chains hanging from the ceiling. She was then cruelly winched up into the air so she was hanging with all her weight on her breasts. She had to hang in his dungeon like this for hours and the man took hundreds of photos of her as well as videoing her suffering.

 

Like me, she is also wearing a skin-tight rubber bra and the nurse thinks he can restore her breasts so she can be modelling again in a few weeks. He is also giving her breast enlargement injections and I am very envious of her as she is already a fabulous 38DD and she has been told she will be enlarged to well over 42”. Seeing her has prompted me to approach you for mercy as I don’t think I could go through what she has endured. I would love to have well-developed breasts like her but I can’t imagine what it must be like to experience the awful torture she has suffered.

 

I am really grateful to you for providing the Centre for me to recover and I have got used to my cell now. I know why you keep my cell door locked but I wouldn’t try to escape. Although I’m a young teenage girl I want to be a grown up model girl and running away would be silly. You would be very cross with me and punish me severely. I do like my nurse although he’s a middle aged pervert. Every day he brings me magazines produced by your Club with titles like “Punished Slave Girls” and likes to show me all the photos. He makes me look closely at them all. As we look at the photos of young models in chains being whipped and tortured he delights in telling me that I will soon be featuring in photos like these. I cry and sob a little when he tells me this, although I secretly love looking at the girls in their various states of submission. I’ve begged him politely to help me get out of my model contract. He just laughs and says I can write a begging letter to you but he also says that a model girl begging for mercy makes you laugh too.

 

He’s told me he wants me to always be a slave girl model so that he can fondle my tortured body after punishment sessions. He says he likes handling my young 16 year old body. He’s told me that there will be many punishment sessions for me so he’ll get to work on my body a lot. He says he looks forward to that. I should hate him but I strangely get a lot of kicks as he fondles my nipples, breasts and between my legs, even though I am very sore there. I also like it when he replaces my rubber bra and panties after working the cream all over my abused parts. The feeling of the skin-tight rubber being pulled over my tortured breasts and pussy is exciting. I think I must have a fetish for tight rubber as it does turn me on and makes me wet between my legs.

 

When he then leaves me for a few hours he chains me up spread-eagled on my bed so that I can’t escape. I tell him that I have no intention of escaping but he puts me in bondage anyway. When I’m lying helpless on the bed, chained up to the four corners, I get pretty turned on. I guess I must like bondage. It is really quite thrilling to be lying there naked, except for my tiny black rubber bikini, stretched out and unable to move. The feel of the shiny black PVC covering the bed turns me on as well. It’s cold and sticky on my naked flesh. I don’t get any other bedclothes so I’m glad it’s not winter! Oh dear, I shouldn’t be telling you all this because I am revealing my masochistic side to you as well as my love of fetish wear.

 

I am grateful to you for accepting me as a Club Model and I think I could get to enjoy being a slave girl although I don’t think I’ll ever love extreme torture. For a few minutes I was able to talk to the other model girl in my cell and I found out she began modelling when she was just 14 years old. Unlike me, she was forced into it when she was kidnapped and then sold at an auction. She has spent the last four years as a Club slave girl. She told me that she’s been whipped with every kind of whip imaginable and in every position: on her breasts, her belly, bottom, between her legs, all over the inside of her thighs. There’s not an inch of her body which hasn’t felt the lash and incredibly her body still looks pretty fabulous. She’s got lovely long slim legs, a tiny waist and the most gorgeous pointed breasts. She also has beautiful long blonde hair and a pretty sweet face. I love gazing at her and envying her body. I want to be a model just like her, if you’ll let me.

 

Somehow she had survived a huge range of tortures. She said she seemed to have spent most of the last few years in dungeons full of terrifying torture devices. Countless sadists have abused her body mercilessly. Her body fortunately is youthful and fit enough to endure all the tortures and the nurse keeps her in good shape between her punishment sessions. She told me she is now a confirmed pain addict and actually loves being punished. I was amazed to hear her story and wondered how soon it would be before I became just like her. I don’t think it’ll be long!

 

To stop us talking too much the nurse would gag us both. After putting me in an extreme hog-tie on my bed, he gave me the full treatment of a black rubber discipline helmet laced tightly up over my whole head. It was then buckled and locked around my neck. Into the mouth hole went a huge black rubber ball gag which buckled up so tightly my head creaked. It also stretched my mouth painfully wide. The gag was then fastened tightly back to my ankles with a chain so my head was painfully pulled backwards and the gag was rammed deep within my mouth. I must admit, if I dare, that the severe bondage became quite arousing for me. For hours I couldn’t speak, hear or see; there were just two small nose holes for me to breathe. I then began to get my kicks from the smell and touch of the tight black rubber. I can see why so many people love the feel of rubber and I was getting really turned on encased in the skin-tight helmet. I knew I’d become a rubber fetish freak as well as a girl who was enjoying being a slave girl.

 

On another occasion the nurse put me and the other girl in bondage together. I really loved that. He strapped us tightly together on one of our beds so we were facing each other. Our bodies were pulled close with straps around our legs, thighs, belly, breasts and even necks. Our wrists were cuffed around each other’s backs. We were bound very tightly and our breasts were crushed into each other’s. I really loved the feel of her huge, heaving breasts against mine. He then put a huge double ended cock gag into our mouths and strapped it in place. Our lips were touching and we were both sucking on a massive black rubber cock. This gag certainly silenced us and stretched our mouths wide but it was lovely to feel her lips and to look close into her eyes. I could see that her eyes were glazing over with pleasure as we were bound together and I too had repeated orgasms with her naked body writhing against mine. I don’t think I’m really a lezzie, amongst all my other fetishes, but her lovely lithe body strapped so close to mine was turning me on a lot. And I loved kissing her with both our mouths gagged. It was an unusual way to kiss a girl with both of us gagged but it really aroused me.

 

I wished he had strapped us together in a 69 position so we could really pleasure each other. I would have eagerly sucked her lovely clit and licked out her juicy pussy for hours. Anyway, after many orgasms over a wonderfully long time, we were eventually released from our bondage to each other. It was strange to be free and as I looked at her sweating body with eager lust, we both begged our nurse to put us back into the same bondage again as soon as possible. We had been turned into bondage lezzies! She liked being crushed into my body and having the double ended cock in her mouth as much as I did. Your nurse called us both sluts when we pleaded with him and said he now wanted to watch us go down on each other. We jumped at the opportunity and got into a close 69 position on her bed and licked out each other’s clits and pussies furiously. We both loved giving him a good performance. We kept up this licking for over an hour until the nurse said he was pleased with the performance of his slutty and subbie models. He then strapped the double cock gags back into our mouths, bound us even more tightly together again and left us for the whole night. We got our wishes and had a great night together. I hope you’ll let me stay in your Recovery Centre for some time but I understand if you want me to serve my next demanding clients. I will happily do whatever you want me to do.

 

Yes, OK, I admit it, I’m a bondage lover as well but I hope it is making me a good slave girl for you. All the bondage gear: the manacles, straps, gags and the wonderful feeling of my nearly-naked body stretched out helpless on the shiny PVC covered bed are all turning me into a willing and ultra submissive slave girl. I know I shouldn’t admit to this but I’m secretly hoping that you’ll reject my plea for mercy. I even hope you’ll laugh at my pleas as I really want to continue to be a Club Model slave girl. I am afraid of more pain but if other models can take it then so can I!

 

I’m not allowed any belongings in my cell except for your letter which the nurse permitted me to keep. I treasure it. Thank you so much for it and thank you a million times for accepting me as your new Club model girl. When I’m not in bondage on my bed, I like to read your letter over and over again as it marks my acceptance by you and the start of my slavery. I love to read it slowly countless times and it always makes me wet between my thighs:

The Supreme Office of the President

Club Model World

 

Dear Debbee,

 

I have had great pleasure in looking at your photos when you recently modelled for Club Model magazine. I am glad you sent the photos to us asking to be considered for one of our prestigious Club Model contracts. You wrote a very good begging letter and I can see you are very keen to join us a model. I hope you know what you are letting yourself in for, although you will soon find out.

 

As a result of your photo set I would like to give you the award of “New Girl of the Month”. As President, I take a keen interest in all new model girls especially if they are beautiful teenage girls with well-developed bodies like yours. You have a good set of pointed, round tits, with protruding juicy nipples, which is what we like to see in a young girl like you. I can see that you are a little shy at showing yourself as you kept your tiny black panties on in the photos. That was not what I expect from one of my models. I can assure you that in your next set of photos you will have your legs wide open to show off your lovely naked cunt. And make sure it is completely clean shaven. You must show off your cunt lips and pull them open with your fingers. Our readers expect to see right up inside your sexy cunt when you are our model girl!

 

I am pleased to welcome you as our new Club Model Girl as you have the ideal young body to be a popular new model. I know you are still only 16 years old but you are old enough to become our model girl. Your lovely firm 36” breasts will be one of your best assets, along with your blonde hair and your very slim figure.

 

I enclose an acceptance form for you to sign. As you can see, you will sign that you agree that we can use you in whatever way we like. You become our property completely and your signature confirms that we can abuse you in any way we want, however severe, as long as it does not lead to your death. We can torture you, mark and alter your body in any way we like. There are no limits to what we can do to you.

 

You will become our slave girl for life and we can sell you if we want to. Think carefully before you sign but if you refuse to sign we will kidnap you anyway and force you into slavery. We know where you live and you won’t escape from us. We’ll torture you until you sign and then punish you severely for not obeying us to start with. So do yourself a favour and sign the form to save yourself from even more pain.

 

I have also enclosed some of our magazines as they give you an idea of what we expect our models to do. A few of them are hard core girlie mags with the girls sucking and drinking gallons of cum and having to take massive dildos up their asses and cunts. Most of them though are heavy bondage and SM. Two of our titles are very popular: “Tortured Teenage Slave Girls” and “Punished Young Girls”. They run into hundreds of editions. It will not be long before you too are modelling for these weekly titles and all the action is definitely for real. One cannot fake bruises, cuts and weals on a girl’s body, especially on a video. Our models are actually hurt and their screams are very real. These magazines and videos please thousands of sadists who want to see beautiful teenage girls actually being whipped and tortured while in the most demanding bondage.

 

You can earn good money from modelling for a few hours in a torture video but being our slave you have no use for your money anyway so we have no need to pay you. If we decide to sell you eventually, you get 10% of the fee your new master has paid. But again you cannot use the money as a slave girl, so we don’t give you a thing. You should be very pleased we like abusing your body and you should be grateful to us when we keep you in a reasonable condition. Don’t even ask for payment for modelling sessions. Even daring to ask for anything from us would result in many hours of heavy torture as punishment. Just remember, when you join us you are a slave girl for life.

 

So, I now look forward to seeing you at our annual Club Model Showcase for new model girls.  I won’t be there in person but I’ll make sure you are filmed every second of the evening. You must wear your sexiest black underwear including shiny black nylons and your highest stiletto heels. To complete your outfit you must wear a see-through black top and a micro length black PVC skirt. You will arrive at the venue dressed just like that with no other clothes.

 

Many of the other model girls have already been chosen to do a strip and public sex performance with other girls and men in front of an audience of hundreds of Club members. They’ll be plenty of girls’ faces covered in cum and lots of very sore mouths, asses and cunts by the end of the evening. Other girls will be punished with all kinds of devices; the girls will be mercilessly whipped and tortured in front of everyone. At annual evenings like this all the members can suggest what should be done to the girls who are slaves for the evening and everything goes. For a slave girl it is a very tough evening, especially if it’s her first evening. There’s a lot of crying and screaming from the girls but this makes it all the more fun. If we get tired of hearing a girl beg for mercy we can easily stuff a gag into her pretty mouth.

 

You have already been specially selected to go to a private room with a group of male sadists, who have a reputation for real cruelty to slave girls. They saw your photos and have chosen you. The room will of course be well-equipped with a wide range of torture devices including plenty of whips and chains as well as a selection of nasty instruments to torture your tits and cunt.

 

Once you’re inside the room with the men the door will be locked and you’ll spend the whole night as a slave girl to the men. The men have simple tastes and are all into whipping. Once they have you stripped to your underwear they are likely to start with a caning on your bottom with you bent double. After an hour of hard caning they will probably chain you up to a whipping frame or x-cross and give you a tit-whipping with heavy leather whips; this could last for hours. Finally if you are still conscious, and make no mistake they will make sure you are, they are likely to chain you upside down with your legs wide apart and then they’ll mercilessly whip your open cunt with their favourite whips. The next few hours will be very painful for you and if you lose consciousness they will inject you with a lotion which keeps you fully awake. The men have no interest in whipping an unconscious body and want you awake and screaming all the time. You will certainly remember your first evening with us, the hard way!

 

So, Debbee, this will be your first Annual Club Showcase and it will be the first of many. Welcome to the Club, Debbee.

 

 

Your Master and President   

 

 

 

Thank you for this letter which I will treasure always. When I read it the first time I was terrified at what I had got myself into but I was determined to go through with it. Although I was only 16 years old, I wanted so much to be an adult model and the world of BDSM was so much more exciting than posing for ordinary girlie photos. I gazed at the magazines you sent me for hours and although they made me very scared at the sight of the girls being whipped and tortured I was also envious of the models. I secretly felt I wanted to be in the photos and I really wanted to experience what it was like to be a submissive and helpless slave girl.

 

At first, I was also nervous about signing my acceptance as I knew it was for life. There would be no escape from slavery, no going back to a normal life as a teenage girl. I was committing myself to a life of pain and punishment and I wondered how I would even survive my first evening at the Showcase with the nasty group of sadists. I even thought of pleading with you if I could change and just be one of the sex slave girls for the evening. I thought I could cope with my three holes all repeatedly filled, even if I was a virgin. I was really terrified at the thought of serving the group of men and receiving such a heavy whipping at their hands. In the end, I knew you would just laugh at my request and insist that I obeyed your wishes. So, I summoned up all my courage, signed my total acceptance and sent it back to you. I was now a fully signed up slave girl and although I was very nervous I was also excited. I was beginning my life for ever as a BDSM slave girl and there would be no release from a life of slavery. I now just had to prepare myself for my first Showcase evening.

 

 

 

 

 

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Two: The Club Model Showcase

 

 

I hope I made a good impression at my first Model Club Showcase. I wanted so much to be the perfect slave girl for you after you had given me the opportunity to become one of your Club models. I felt very special and am very grateful to you for choosing me. I was delighted when you gave me the award of “New Girl of the Month” and I wanted desperately to show my gratitude by giving the best performance I could at the Showcase evening. I have to admit that your letter did scare me when I found out what I would have to do but getting into the exciting world of BDSM as a slave girl was all I wanted to do. 

 

I know you weren’t there at the evening but you may have seen the videos. Following your instructions in your letter, I took great care to wear my sexiest black underwear. I wanted so much to impress. I bought a black quarter-cup lycra bra which exposed my nipples and thrust my breasts out. I also wore a matching black lycra thong which made me feel very wet. I made sure my pussy was completely shaven.  My suspender belt was also matching and I wore my glossiest black stockings. I had just bought from “She an’ Me” a pair of stilettos with incredible 8” spiked heels. I had to practise walking in these and I struggled to keep my balance. The shoes felt very sexy as my body was thrown forward and my calves screamed in pain. As you instructed, I also wore a see-though black top and a black PVC micro skirt that was barely 8” long, revealing all my stocking tops and suspenders. I felt like a whore as I made my way alone to the club and I was shaking with both fear and expectation as I rang the bell of the large secluded house.

 

I was ushered into a large room which looked like a dungeon and I could see many of the other models who all looked very sexy. Many were dressed in rubber, PVC or leather, while some were already naked. The men were eyeing me up with leering looks and some of them came up to fondle my exposed thighs and slip their hands into my crotch. I liked the attention as many men squeezed my pointed breasts and pinched my nipples which showed clearly beneath my tight transparent top.

 

Two men then led me to a cage at the side of the stage. There were about six cages positioned by the stage, each containing a young girl who all looked younger than me. Each teenage girl was kneeling with her wrists handcuffed behind her back, and was dressed in just a scanty black bra and thong panties. They were kneeling on the steel struts of the cage, raised a couple of feet off the floor of the stage and their ankles were cuffed to the bars with their legs spread as wide as the cage would allow. I had my wrists handcuffed behind my back and a large ball gag was strapped tightly into my mouth. It was my first experience of bondage and it felt quite thrilling, especially as many eyes were on me. I was getting to be a model on public display which was what I had always wanted.

 

I was then pushed into the cage, forced to kneel like the other girls and the cage door was locked. With my knees on the steel struts of the cage it was quite painful and I couldn’t move an inch. I had a good view of the stage from the cage and I wondered what was going to happen to me. I was dreading being handed over to the group of men and I looked around the room to see if I could see an older group of men.

 

The action on stage for the next hour or so was pretty exciting: one after another, lovely young model girls in their teens stripped and then performed sex acts with other girls and men. Some girls seemed to be willing while others were forced to perform. In every act performed by the girls there was always oral sex and the girls’ faces and naked bodies were soon well-coated with spunk. Orifices were filled with all kinds of things and I could see several pretty girls having their asses and pussies well-stretched with massive rubber cocks. One young girl was hung upside down with her legs spread and had a giant spiked cock rammed in and out of her tight pussy to cheers from the audience. Another girl was hung up and then dropped onto a long spiked cactus which split her in two between her legs.   There was also a lot of painful bondage and domination by rubber and leather mistresses as well as plenty of punishment. Many of the models were bent over bars and frames and then spanked severely and caned.

 

There were several acts on the stage which were the centre of attention for all the members. One popular act saw two girls being forced to sit astride a swing device which went between their legs and was lined with barbed wire. As one girl touched the ground the other girl was swung up in the air so that the wire cut up between her legs and then they swung the other way. First one girl suffered, then the other as they swung up and down on the barbed wire. The beauty of the torture was that each girl caused her friend to suffer. Another stage act had a girl chained to a slanting steel slide so she was sitting astride it. She was then winched to the top which was at the height of the ceiling, twenty feet high. At a signal, the slide was released so she slid all the way down. The unique torture was that the central pole of the slide was lined with vicious steel porcupine spines which cut right up between her legs as she slid down the pole. She was winched up and let down the slide many more times, screaming every time until she fainted. I watched fascinated, wondering what the experience must be like for the girl.

 

Another act involved what looked like twin teenage sisters. The two naked blonde beauties were shown to the crowd and then were clad in full rubber suits and bound tightly together with straps. Their heads were fully encased in rubber, with gags filling their mouths to bursting. Then they were hung in the air and many of the men took it in turns to beat their slim, rubber-clad bodies with rubber truncheons. We couldn’t hear their cries nor see the damage the truncheons were doing to their young bodies. Again, I couldn’t take my eyes off them, thinking all the time about what they were feeling inside their rubber suits.

 

In one of the final acts a queue of men took it in turns to piss into the open mouth of a bound and kneeling girl. The men were informed that the pretty girl was 14 years old which aroused the men even more. The innocent-looking girl had small but firm breasts filling a dainty black quarter-cup bra and her only other item of clothing was the tiniest pair of black g-string panties. The very young girl just knelt submissively, her wrists handcuffed behind her back and she opened her mouth wide to receive the steady streams of steaming piss. The girl was an unwilling victim but she gulped down all the filthy urine, not letting a drop escape her lips for fear of more punishment. The large audience cheered every time the warm piss cascaded into her open mouth and it seemed that every one of the hundred or so men there eagerly joined the queue to piss down into her mouth. I felt very sorry for the young girl as I watched her and I wondered how any girl could cope with drinking so much piss. Her flat belly was visibly expanding as more and more piss entered her slim body. I was transfixed by her ordeal and couldn’t take my eyes off her. I couldn’t believe myself but I secretly envied her situation. I half hoped that I might be chosen as a slave urinal at some point because I wanted to know what it would be like. I am embarrassed to admit to my feelings and to tell you all this. Somehow I think I will get my wish now that you know!

 

There was a grand climax to the humiliation of the young girl when a huge wad of used panti-liners was produced and held in front of the girl’s terrified face. She knew what was going to happen to her and meekly opened her mouth. The whole filthy wad was then rammed into her young mouth. I could tell by the reaction in her eyes that being gagged with soaking wet panti-liners straight from other girls’ vaginas was really disgusting for the young girl. The wad was so thick her cheeks bulged obscenely wide and her jaw could be heard to creak. A wide leather strap gag was then buckled tightly over her mouth to hold them securely in place and the strap was locked. Only someone with keys could remove the gag and no one seemed to have the keys. All the men cheered and clapped loudly.

 

I had watched every second of the girl’s ordeal from my cage a few feet away. The young teenage girl was then dragged to her feet and hung upside down with steel manacles around her ankles which were attached to chains from the ceiling; her legs were spread-eagled wide apart. Her tiny black panties were then ripped off and thrown into the cheering crowd of men. The audience was told that as this was the last act on stage the girl would be left hanging upside down in chains until later the following morning.

 

The audience was told that the girl would be gagged with the panti-liners all night long and that with all the urine inside her she would eventually have to piss herself. Her own piss would then run down her belly and breasts and finally soak her face and hair. I now knew why they had hung her upside down and why they put a large bucket underneath her head.

 

I wondered what the girl must be feeling now in her bondage. I thought that if a girl as young as she could take this humiliation and abuse then I certainly could do the same. The large ball gag stuffed into my mouth was making me feel excited and I tried to imagine how much worse it would be to have the mass of filthy panti-liners filling my mouth and to be forced to smell and taste the mixture of pussy juices and menstrual blood soaking the sodden wad.

 

From my cage, I couldn’t take my eyes off the very young girl hanging upside down a few feet above the stage. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back and her mouth bulged with the huge and disgusting gag. She looked a perfect slave girl like many of the girls I had seen in the magazines you sent me. Her petite slim body was now clad in just her tiny black bra and her long blonde hair was hanging down. The more I looked at her the more I wondered what it would be like to change places with her. I have to admit I envied her. But I know I shouldn’t be telling you this.

 

We were now at the end of the public performance part of the evening. The cages were being emptied of the other young girls and they were being led away by their male clients. While the men were fully clothed, often in black leather gear, the girls were semi-naked, dressed only in their scanty black bras and brief thong panties. The girls all looked younger than me with their small, but well-formed breasts filling their tiny bras. They were all crying as groups of men took them away to private rooms. I wondered what was going to happen to them but I guessed they were going to be screaming in pain very soon. At 16 years old I seemed to be one of the oldest caged girls and I nervously looked round the dungeon to see the group of men I was assigned to for the rest of the night. At the moment I was still wearing my thin top and micro skirt but I didn’t think it would be long before I would have to strip.

 

I then saw a group of men approach my cage and I shook in terror. They all looked older men, in fact well over 50 years old, I guessed. They were balding, quite ugly and looked very nasty and perverted. They were not the kind of men a pretty young model would want to be alone with. There were six of them, all dressed in leather gear with Nazi-type boots, gloves and hats. They even had leather whips hanging from their belts. They looked very sadistic and I cowered in my cage, frightened at what was going to happen to me. They pulled me roughly out of my cage and made me stand on my high heels. They mauled my body all over with their leather-gloved hands and I recoiled from the sweaty faces leering at me. I could do nothing but allow myself to be led off with my hands still handcuffed and the large ball gag still strapped into my aching mouth. I tottered on my 8” heels as I was taken to a private room just off the dungeon. I was terrified that the next few hours would be incredibly painful and I knew I was about to be subjected to a cruel and merciless whipping by some very nasty men.

 

It was my introduction to slavery and as you said it was going to be very hard for me. I hoped I would be able to cope with my first ordeal as your new model slave girl. I desperately wanted to perform well as you gave me the chance to become one of your models.  I was very scared but I couldn’t escape now. I had willingly and eagerly signed up to my new career with Club Model World and there was no way back for me now.  

 

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Three: The Private Dungeon

 

 

The six men led me to the private room and I became very frightened as we entered the semi-darkened room which was actually a smaller dungeon. I heard the heavy steel door being locked behind us and I knew there was no escape. I was terrified when I saw the inside of the dungeon. There was a huge range of bondage equipment hanging from racks and from the walls: chains, manacles, gags and a lot of black leather harnesses and straps. There were several racks containing a vast selection of whips of all kinds and then there were larger items including a slant board, a whipping frame and an x-cross, as well as a whipping bench and horse. The men enjoyed showing me all the equipment and telling me in great detail what kind of punishment they liked to inflict on a slave girl like me. I was very frightened when I was shown the range of torture equipment but I didn’t cry and I was determined not to ask for mercy.

 

I felt very vulnerable with the six old and sadistic men as my masters for the rest of the night. I stood there in the dungeon surrounded by the leering men all looking at my young body with lustful gazes. After they had removed my gag and handcuffs they ordered me to strip to my underwear. I obeyed immediately and unbuttoned my thin top. I slipped it off and dropped it on the floor. I unzipped my PVC skirt and again slipped it off. I stood there in just my scanty bra, thong, suspender belt and nylons. I was perched on top of my 8” heels, feeling now a true slave girl.

 

The men ordered me to bend over a waist high leather stand and they bound my wrists and ankles to thick rings at the base of the four legs. They used leather thongs and they bound them so tight they cut into my flesh. It was my first experience of bondage and it was already turning me on with the feeling of helplessness. The men were obviously experienced in putting girls into bondage and knew how to make it hurt. It was quite painful being bent double and standing on my high heels as there was a lot of pressure on the backs of my calves. But then the real pain began.

 

The men all chose a cane each from the stand and after making me wait for the first stroke then started to thrash me in turn over my raised bottom and the backs of my thighs. The cruel men told me to count every stroke and then say “thank you master”. My tiny thong panties gave me no protection against their canes and I was soon sobbing with the pain. Between my cries I tried to call out the number if I could remember it. If I forgot to count or didn’t say “thank you master” they would just repeat the stroke but even harder. Their strokes were slow and vicious. They certainly knew how to thrash a girl mercilessly. I counted up to 50 strokes and still they lashed their canes across my now-welted bottom and thighs. The men really loved to cane a girl and grunted with pleasure every time they lashed their cane across my ravaged bottom. As the number of strokes mounted I feared they were going to cut my poor bottom to pieces.  I expected at any moment to see my blood trickling down the inside of my thighs. Although I couldn’t stop myself screaming with the pain, I gritted my teeth and was determined not to beg for mercy. When I finally said “100, thank you master” they mercifully stopped and I breathed deep sighs of relief. I was pleased that I had endured my first whipping without crying too loudly.

 

The men left me bent double over the whipping frame while they enjoyed some drinks. Every few minutes one of them would run his leather-gloved fingers over my countless welts, making me sob with the pain. They loved to taunt me and they would grab hold of my hair and yank my face up so I was looking close into their sweaty faces. Then they would delight in telling me that they had only just started on me and that there was much more pain to come.

 

They drank a lot while they abused me, calling me a “slut” and mauling my semi-naked body. After a while they decided to change my bondage and unbound the thongs from my wrists and ankles. It was a brief relief as the leather had sunk deep into my skin. I was glad to stand upright again and take the pressure off the back of my calves. My bottom and thighs were on fire and I daren’t look down to see the damage which had been done to them.

 

The men led me to a large wooden whipping frame in the form of an X-cross. They chained me up in a spread-eagled position so I was facing them and standing on tiptoe on my 8” heels. I had steel manacles fastened to my slim wrists and ankles which hurt my tender flesh already badly bruised by the leather thongs. I was facing the six men and they told me they were now going to whip my breasts. I nearly fainted in terror when I heard what they were going to do to me. I was very proud of my 36” breasts, especially my hard, pointed nipples. It was these assets that convinced me to become a model but I was now faced with the ultimate, sadistic punishment for any girl. I always loved to wear sexy bras, especially push-up ones, to show off my perfect breasts and even quarter-cup ones to show my nipples if I felt daring enough. Now I was going to feel the lash of the whip over my precious breasts and I was very frightened.

 

Before they began to whip me they showed me the whips they were going to use on my breasts. They really wanted to terrify and humiliate me. One was a thick leather whip about a foot long while a couple of them were many-stranded cat of nine tails. Another was a fearful looking bullwhip which looked very long and nasty. A couple more were shorter, multi thronged whips. It was an awesome collection and I couldn’t believe they were going to use them all on my poor defenceless breasts.

 

Before they began whipping me, they humiliated me further by making me kiss every whip and lick all up and down the leather strands. The taste of the leather was strange but also quite exciting. They also pushed the whip handles into my mouth making me lick and suck them just like a hard cock. They wanted to see me act like a slut and as I took the handles deep into my mouth they enjoyed telling me that I deserved to be punished for being such a slut and that I was really asking for a hard tit-whipping. They actually asked me whether I deserved to be whipped on my breasts. I couldn’t answer them with my mouth full of the leather whip handle but I nodded my head and continued sucking like a good submissive slave girl.

 

I noticed that there were a couple more men in the dungeon in addition to the six older men and it was obvious that they were taking photos of me. One was using an ordinary camera while the other was filming me. I hoped I might be having my photo in one of your magazines and even star in a video. I was so excited I could feel my thong panties getting wet. I was so pleased that I had made it as a model and I writhed in my manacles on the cross to make myself look as sexy as possible. I wanted to look really good as a bondage model and I wanted you to be pleased with me when you saw my photos. I do hope you publish them because I’d like lots of people to see me being whipped. I must be an exhibitionist as well as an eager and willing submissive!

 

After a few more minutes the nasty-looking men prepared themselves each side of me. One of the men lightly swished his multi-thonged whip over my nipples. I writhed as the lashes caressed my sensitive nipples and I immediately arched my back, thrusting out my breasts as far as my bondage would allow. I couldn’t believe what I was doing in response to the first kiss of the whip. I was a 16 year old girl waiting for my first tit-whipping and I was actually offering my pointed breasts to the leather whip. I couldn’t believe I was offering myself in this way. I was glad I was wearing the quarter-cup bra as it pushed my breasts upwards leaving my nipples completely exposed. The men told me that I had perfect breasts for a whipping as they were pointed, upright and well-developed for my age. They also liked my bra which pushed my breasts up and exposed my prominent nipples. I liked their compliments although I knew they were all sadists and just wanted to hurt me. Being chained spread-eagled to a punishment cross was what I had always wanted. It was a popular image of the girls in all the photos in your magazines. I hope you like hearing what a completely submissive slave girl I’d become. I know I’ve been too honest with you but it’s what I really feel. 

 

After playing with me for a while, the men began the whipping of my breasts. The first man took careful aim and then lashed a thick leather whip across my defenceless breasts. I tried hard not to cry with the pain. He raised the whip again and cracked it right across both of my breasts as hard as he could. Again and again the whip lashed across my heaving breasts. I gritted my teeth and threw my head back against the wooden cross with the pain. I didn’t want to scream. I wanted to show the men that I could take it without asking for mercy.

 

The first man had given me over a dozen lashes before another man took his place and began lashing me with the cat of nine tails. I shut my eyes as he raised his whip high in the air and then cracked it across both breasts. He whipped me again and again without mercy and every lash landed right across the middle of my defenceless breasts. The pain was so bad I sobbed and cried but still I didn’t beg for mercy.

 

I dared to look down at my breasts and could already see deep weals appearing across them. My nipples were also becoming swollen. The man continued to lash his cat of nine tails really hard, taking aim every time. He grunted with every lash and the other men cheered as the whip cracked across my naked breasts. After what seemed like dozens of lashes the next man took over and this time used the dreaded bullwhip. He stood some distance from me and when this long vicious whip fell across my throbbing, swollen breasts I began to scream. I couldn’t stop myself. I screamed with the terrible pain but somehow through my tears I managed to stop myself from begging them to stop.

 

I could see my thin quarter-cup bra being ripped to shreds with the awful bullwhip and the shoulder straps hung limply off as they were torn in two. I had worn the bra to look like a model slut but I regretted wearing it as it gave me no protection from the whip. Now my bra was in tatters and my breasts took the full force of the terrible whip. I writhed in pain as the bullwhip landed again and again, curling round the top half of my body and cutting right into my tender breast flesh. I tried to escape the force of each lash but the manacles held me tight to the cross. All I did as I writhed was to rub my tiny wrists and ankles raw on the steel manacles.

 

The next man took over and now another multi-stranded whip cut up my precious breasts. This man swore and called me a “fucking slut” as he lashed his whip again and again right across the centre of both my breasts. By now I was screaming loudly with every lash. I now begged them to gag me so they couldn’t hear me if I begged for mercy. They laughed at me and said they enjoyed my screams. They told me that they liked nothing better than to whip a young girl’s breasts and to hear a girl scream in agony. The man continued to wield his whip, lash after lash and I just cried every time. My tears streamed down my face but still I didn’t beg them to stop.

 

Two more of the men took over punishing me and standing one either side they wielded their leather whips in turn. They started on my belly saying they wanted to cover it in dark weals from my crotch to my breasts. I cried with every lash that fell across my flat taut belly. After a couple of dozen lashes across my naked midriff they moved upwards to my swollen breasts. When one of the men gave the order “stick out your tits, slut!” I arched my body as much as my bondage would allow, thrusting out my breasts to give the men a better target. I held that position submissively as lash after lash fell across my breasts. The two men didn’t tire and kept up their alternate lashes with measured violence. I screamed louder and louder with every vicious lash and soon I pleaded with the men to gag me. My endless screaming frightened me and I wanted a large gag in my mouth. I wanted to be gagged so I couldn’t beg for mercy. I was keen to make a good impression in your film and to become a perfect bondage model. The men ignored my pleas and said people who watched the video would enjoy hearing me scream. 

 

I was convinced as my whipping went on relentlessly that the sadistic men would eventually slice my breasts off with their whips. They had no mercy on me and wielded their whips with extreme violence.  Every time a lash cut into my flesh the rest of the men cheered and urged my tormentors to whip me even harder. I lost count of how many lashes I received but it must have been over 100.

 

After what seemed like hours the whipping ceased. One of the men yanked on my long blonde hair and made me look down at the state of my breasts. I was shocked as I could see my precious nipples were dreadfully swollen and had turned a dark blue. My breasts were also badly swollen and were covered all over with dark red and blue weals. There were cuts all around my nipples as well as right across both breasts and blood was trickling down them over my belly. My body looked in a dreadful state and I wondered if I would ever be beautiful again. I was seriously regretting my decision to join Club Model World. I wasn’t sure how long I could endure a career as a BDSM model but I knew I had signed up for life and there was no escape for me now.

 

The men cruelly made me kiss all their whips again and thank them. It was a sadistic way to humiliate me further. Again I tasted the leather as I licked the whips but also I tasted my blood which covered the leather strands. They then left me chained to the cross while they had more drinks. I stood there spread-eagled, my body in agony and exhausted. I was weeping all the time and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to take much more punishment. I whispered quietly though my tears “please don’t hurt me any more, please”, hoping they wouldn’t hear me. One of them caught my plea and told me that my punishment was far from over. He told me I was a slave girl for life and that I’d better get used to torture. They laughed cruelly at my sobbing and told me not to be such a whiner.

 

All six men inspected the damage they had done to my breasts, running their leather-gloved hands over my bruised, welted and lacerated breasts. They had no mercy on me as they twisted and mauled my swollen breasts. They told me they enjoyed my tears and hearing my screams.

 

One of the cruel men then ran his leather-gloved hand between my open legs and told me that were going to whip my “whore’s cunt” before the evening was out. He smiled as he said how much they would enjoy whipping me between my legs and said that all young model girls should be punished there. He pulled on my tiny black thong and said I was dressed just right for a cunt-whipping.

 

The men then released me from my bondage on the X-cross. They unlocked the manacles from my wrists and ankles and I was able to gain temporary relief from the painful spread-eagle position. I stood there surrounded by the six men, waiting for my next torture. I was very frightened at being whipped on my most precious area but I knew I had to go through with it. I was determined not to beg for mercy. I knew that there was no way I could escape even if I’d wanted to. And I have to admit I didn’t want to escape. I just stood there with my head bowed and put my hands behind my back. I wanted so much to be an obedient, submissive slave girl.  I could see the cameras were still filming me and I was so keen to make a good impression as a bondage model.

 

My torn and tattered bra now hung limply from my ripped shoulder straps. One of the men ordered me to strip off the remains of my bra and I unclipped it. The black lycra cups felt wet from my blood which had trickled down from the multitude of cuts across my breasts. After dropping the torn remains of my bra on the dungeon floor, I looked at my breasts which were terribly badly bruised and cut all over. My nipples were virtually unrecognisable. I wept when I saw the state of my breasts after the whipping as they were no longer the perfectly round, firm shape that I had been proud to show off as a girl. I was only 16 and I prayed that my poor breasts would heal.

 

The men took loads of close-up photos of my abused breasts, telling me that many men loved seeing young girls with their tits tortured. They told me that Club Model World even published a magazine entitled “Tit Torture” which I might appear in. My heart leapt a beat when I thought I might be appearing in one of your magazines. I hope my photos are good enough. The men ordered me to cup my hands under my breasts and push them upwards to display them off to the camera. I usually loved to show off my ample breasts but now I sobbed as my hands fondled my bruised and bleeding breasts. I followed their commands and thrust my breasts upwards like a good stripper or porno model. They took loads more photos as I writhed my body in front of the camera, pushing my breasts as far out in front of me as I could. It hurt terribly but I wanted so much to show off my proud but swollen assets.   

 

After I had posed for countless pictures, I had my hands pulled roughly behind my back. I had enjoyed a few seconds of freedom before being put into bondage again. One of the men began tying my wrists and informed me that he was using electrical flex. He told me that he wanted to put me into really painful bondage. I was scared but also thrilled by the dominant power of the man. It was exciting to feel totally helpless. As he finished tying the knots very tightly, the plastic-covered wire cut deep into the flesh of my tiny wrists. I moaned with the pain. My wrists were already raw from the various types of bondage: handcuffs, leather thongs, steel manacles and now electrical flex. The man was skilled in very tight bondage and it felt as if the flex was cutting right through my slim wrists. I could then feel my elbows being bound with more wire and they were crushed tightly together. My limbs were supple as I was a young girl but the flex was still very cruel and painful. I cried and even thought of asking the man to release me. But I was determined to endure the punishment. After all I was now a submissive slave girl and I had to get used to severe bondage.

 

I saw one of the men placing a flat board on the floor in front of me and he ordered me to kneel on it. Having balanced on my 8” heels for a long time I was glad of the chance to kneel but as I did so I realised that this was yet another cruel torture. The board was covered with barbed wire spikes and I was forced to kneel on them. I cried out as the steel spikes cut into the flesh of my knees but I didn’t dare to resist or complain. My whole body shook with pain as my weight pushed my knees into the sharp spikes. I didn’t dare move an inch. The men stood around me, laughing and jeering at my distress. The bondage around my elbows caused my breasts to be thrust out further and I could see the men admiring my well-whipped breasts. They told me I looked the perfect bondage model. They told me I looked especially good kneeling on the Devil’s Spikes which was one of their favourite tortures. They liked the torture device because they could leave a slave girl kneeling all night long, while they went off to bed, knowing the slightest movement would tear her knees to shreds.

 

I liked their compliments and it made me feel a little better. They smiled as they told me that I would be receiving many more tit-whippings as a slave girl of Club Models.

 

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Four: The Private Dungeon 2

 

They left me kneeling in pain whilst they had even more drinks. They walked around me, drinking heavily, telling me I would make a first class slave girl. I felt very proud that I pleased my tormentors although I was in a lot of pain and scared of what they would still do to me. Despite my fear, I wanted to be a bondage model so much and I was therefore determined to endure even more punishment at the hands of these sadists.

 

One of the men then unzipped his leather jeans and pulled them off. Underneath I could see he was wearing tight black leather briefs. He untied the side laces and pulled them off. His cock was revealed in all its rampant glory and I could see he was well-aroused. He turned his leather briefs inside out and shoved them into my face. I could see they were well-worn and very dirty. As he rubbed them into my face, I immediately smelt his sweat and other filthy remains on the briefs. He told me with a smile on his face that he had worn the briefs for several weeks and that he now wanted me to clean them with my tongue. With my nose pressed into the sweaty leather I submissively put out my tongue and began licking the inside of his leather briefs. The dirty briefs tasted foul and licking the stale piss, sweat and shit off the leather made me feel sick. Kneeling on the dreadful spikes with my wrists and arms in extreme bondage I felt totally helpless and degraded. Licking his dirty leather underwear clean was so humiliating for me.  I licked every inch of the crotch of his briefs until my tongue was sore and coated in disgusting filth. As I knelt there at his feet, I accepted with a strange thrill that I was becoming the ultimate degraded slave girl that I wanted to be.

 

The rest of the men were excited by my humiliation and were getting very aroused. They unzipped their leather jeans and pulled their hard, throbbing cocks out of their briefs. All the men seemed to be wearing leather underwear and one of the men grabbed my hair, pulling my face down to his rampant cock. He ordered me to get sucking on it and to do a good job as a “cock-sucking whore”.

I knew what I had to do and opened my mouth. His large sweaty cock was rammed right into my mouth, to the back of my throat. I nearly gagged. I steadied my breathing and began moving my lips up and down his shaft. I had never sucked a man before but I had seen many photos of girls doing it. I knew there were girls who were skilled at “deep-throating” and I was keen to learn the skill.

 

Despite the pain of my bondage, especially my poor knees, and the whippings I had received, I concentrated on licking the huge bloated head of his cock, coating it with my saliva. I then slid my lips all the way down his long shaft until my face was buried in his sweaty groin. I smelt the strong odour of his leather briefs and jeans which was right in my nose. I moved my lips up and down his hard thick cock and even licked his swollen balls and took them in my mouth. I worked on him for many minutes until he grunted with pleasure and shot his cum into my mouth. After I had swallowed his huge load of cum, he made me lick his throbbing cock completely clean. I wanted to please him by doing a good job on him and my lips licked every inch of his cock and balls.

 

After the man was satisfied that I had cleaned him completely, he was replaced by another man and I opened my mouth, knowing again what I had to do. He was more violent and kept ramming his massive cock right to the back of my throat. He pulled my head back and seemed to want to shove his cock halfway down my throat. I tried to relax my throat as best as I could but his cock must have been 8” or 10” long. When he finally came and shot his cum down my throat, my mouth was very battered and bruised.

 

A third and fourth man raped me in my mouth, hard and slow, one after another. Although all the men in the group were old they all had huge ‘hard-ons’, so there was no easy sucking for me. The men’s large sweaty cocks filled my aching mouth. I did my best to work my lips up and down their throbbing organs and managed to take them deep into my mouth. My nose was pressed into their dirty leather briefs as I took the whole length of their cocks into my mouth. After they had deposited their sticky cum into my mouth they also got me to clean their cocks all over with my lips. The two men working the cameras also got into the action while they passed their equipment to the other men so my filming could carry on uninterrupted. They were younger men but they too had massive hard cocks which pounded mercilessly inside my mouth until they too filled my throat with their sticky cum. As I swallowed the large wads of cum I felt like a whore and I accepted that I had become a humiliated and abused slave girl.

 

Finally the last two men shoved their cocks into my mouth at the same time. They wanted me to suck two cocks at the same time. I struggled to stretch my mouth wide enough to take the two massive organs but somehow I did it. As they pounded away at my mouth I cried with the pain. I was hurting so much kneeling on the spiked board and any movement made the pain worse. As they rocked my head back and forth with their rampant cocks my knees were pushed further into the steel spikes. My bondage was also very painful as the flex binding my arms behind my back cut deep into my tiny wrists and elbows. The excruciatingly tight bondage thrust my well-whipped breasts out and pushed me forward on my knees. I sucked both of them as best as I could, working my lips round one throbbing cock and then the other. The last two men had more stamina than the others and my mouth was being pounded for ages. I thought they’d never come but finally the men roared with pleasure and at the last moment they pulled their cocks from my mouth and shot their huge wads of cum over my face and hair. I was covered in the thick sticky cum and I could hardly see out of my eyes, my nose was covered in the stuff and my mouth was bulging with the men’s warm cum.          

 

Kneeling there with my face covered with cum and my hair dripping with it, I knew I was the men’s total sex slave. They could do what they wanted with me and abuse me in any way they pleased. I have to admit that this is what turned me on. While I knelt submissively in front of them one of the men got a harness type device and fitted it into my mouth which was still full of cum. It was a steel gag which fastened inside my mouth and spread my lips wide apart. A leather strap pulled it tight into my mouth spreading my lips as wide as they would go until my jaw ached. At the back of the head strap a chain was fixed to my wrist bondage and then pulled very tight. In this way my head was yanked back until I was looking up at the ceiling. With my head pulled horizontal my breasts were thrust out even more and with my mouth spread wide open I knew I was going to be further humiliated and abused by the cruel men.

 

I could just about see the men crowding around me with their cocks hanging out of their leather jeans. They told me it was time I had a drink. The next thing I knew was a stream of warm piss entering my open mouth. To stop myself from choking I had to gulp it down quickly. They let me get my breath back briefly before another man pissed into my mouth. Because they had been drinking a lot the stream of piss seemed to go on for ever. A third, then a fourth man pissed into my mouth. My mouth and throat were full of warm piss and I felt like I was drowning in it. One of the men ordered me not to spill a drop or they’d give me another tit-whipping. Another and another man took their turns to piss into my mouth. I wondered how I could ever drink so much. My ordeal of being a toilet slave girl was still not over as another man lined up to relieve himself in my mouth and then it was the last man’s turn to release his long stream of warm piss into my open mouth. I struggled to take it all down and was determined not to let any escape from my mouth. I was scared of another whipping so I drank down every drop of the men’s piss without complaint. I couldn’t have resisted even if I’d wanted to as my bondage was extreme and meant that no movement was possible. I couldn’t even move my head an inch as it was chained to my wrists and my mouth was pulled wide apart by the steel spreader gag. These men were experienced in bondage for a slave girl like me and they certainly knew how to abuse and punish a girl severely. I felt like I’d achieved more than many girls had done in enduring everything so far, without fainting and losing consciousness. But my long ordeal was not yet over.

 

I didn’t have long to recover from my piss-drinking before I saw one of the men wheel a stand into place which loomed above me. I could see that the steel stand held a large glass container a few feet above my upturned face. Through the glass I made out what seemed to be a large quantity of yellow liquid. I didn’t have to guess what the yellow liquid was and it was obvious it was intended for me.

 

Another man took a clear tube that ran from underneath the large jar and fastened the other end to my spreader gag so it was secured in my open mouth. I could see what was going to happen and I braced myself for more humiliation. The glass jar looked huge and I was fearful of how much liquid it held. At the same time, I felt another man between my legs. I then sensed a large object being forced into my pussy underneath my skimpy thong panties and it seemed to be strapped securely in place with a couple of straps and a waist belt. The man told me he had used a large rubber plug as they didn’t want me messing up the dungeon floor. I was well and truly plugged.

 

The man then released the knob of the tube at the top and I could see the yellow liquid running down the tube until it ran into my mouth. As I began to drink the piss I was informed that the jar held over a gallon of the stuff and I would be expected to drink every drop which might take some time. I was also told that I was plugged so the piss would stay inside me. The men all laughed and taunted me saying that they wanted to see my belly swell up as if I was pregnant. I was a helpless slave girl and could do nothing except kneel in my painful bondage and slowly drink the stale piss running into my waiting mouth. I could hear the men enjoying themselves and chatting away to one side while they had more drinks together.

They occasionally came over to me to watch me and reminded me that the camera was still running. They told me I should be pleased that I was on film. One of the men knelt down and spoke into my ear, telling me that he wanted to hire me in the near future as a toilet slave to a large group of his friends. He said I’d make a perfect toilet slave girl and told with a smile that I would serve for a whole weekend to 100 of his friends. He said they would get me to kneel in tight bondage in their toilet area and he told me that his bondage was extremely tight. I would have my head fixed underneath a urinal with my open mouth secured over the waste pipe. He said he had a special spreader gag to use on me that could be bolted to the exit pipe. He told me I would stay in this position for the weekend and have to drink every drop of piss which his guests deposited in the bowl. His guests were all heavy drinkers and would use the urinal frequently. He asked me whether I’d like that and I was just glad I couldn’t move my head an inch to nod my reply.

 

It seemed like an hour had passed and the glass jar above my head was empty. Although I couldn’t see it, my belly felt terribly swollen and stretched. I was desperate to piss but the rubber plug kept it all inside me. I was hurting so much with the gallons of piss inside my aching body. I was relieved when the men returned to me as I was hoping they might eventually release the plug. The men grabbed me and dragged me violently to my feet. It was a relief not to be kneeling on the spiked board. It had been a very painful experience and my knees had been badly tortured with the multiple spikes in them. I stood there submissively with my head still dragged backwards and the spreader gag in my mouth. They released my head from the chain which had pulled it painfully back and I could now see all the men facing me.

 

They told me they were ready to whip me between my legs and showed me the whip they were going to use on me. It was an inch thick, single-strand leather whip about two feet long and it looked very nasty. They told me it was a rhino whip and used by violent sadists in extreme torture situations. They told me it was so vicious that it could rip a girl’s flesh after only a few lashes. They said it was only used occasionally on Club models and then normally on older, more experienced girls. Just a few dozen lashes were all a model could endure. They laughed at me as they said they had never used the whip on a teenage girl before, especially one who was only 16. They said I should be grateful. One of the men pulled my head back, twisting my hair painfully and looked into my tear-covered face. He asked me if I wanted to have “my pretty little cunt sliced up with the King Rhino Whip?” I shook in terror but when he twisted my hair even harder, I nodded my head. I was going the whole way as a bondage model. There was no escape for me now as I had agreed to become a slave girl. Anyway, I knew they would still whip me even if I had protested.

 

They winched down two lengths of chain from the ceiling and attached the chains to my slim ankles by means of steel manacles. I could hear the manacles being locked shut around my ankles and even though I was still wearing my black nylon stockings I could feel the cold steel cutting into my ankles. One of the men began turning the winch which raised the chains. I could feel the chains tighten and soon I was pulled off my feet to land backwards on the dungeon floor. I couldn’t do anything as my wrists and arms were still bound painfully behind my back with the cruel electrical flex. The winch kept turning and my legs went higher upwards. Soon I was pulled right into the air and all my weight was suspended from my ankles. The steel manacles cut deep into the flesh of my thin ankles and I sobbed with fresh pain. My head was now a foot off the stone floor and I was hanging upside down, totally helpless. My blonde hair cascaded down to the floor.

 

I now knew what the 14 year old girl had suffered earlier in the evening as she too had been hung upside down. I had envied her in my strange masochistic desire to be a slave girl and now I had got my wish. Like her, I had drunk huge quantities of piss and my belly was dreadfully swollen. I hadn’t experienced her gag of the filthy panti-liners yet, although I guessed I would have this humiliating gag filling my mouth in the near future. Unlike her though, I had been severely caned and whipped on my bottom and breasts, suffered very painful bondage and been punished like the true slave girl I had become. Hanging there at the mercy of the cruel sadists, I felt totally helpless as the manacles cut deeper into my ankles. It seemed to me like the ultimate bondage for a slave girl as my thighs were completely exposed, my arms were useless in their severe and painful bondage and a gag was stretching my mouth very wide apart. I was suffering so much but I was also experiencing a sexual thrill. I was a submissive slave girl to these sadistic men who could do exactly what they liked to me. I knew that they enjoyed hurting me and I was strangely glad that abusing and torturing my young body pleased them. My face was covered in the men’s cum, which now dripped from my hair and my belly was filled with their piss. My humiliation was complete. I had become the ultimate slave girl and, although I was in a lot of pain, I didn’t really want to escape my slavery. 

 

The chains which suspended me were pulled several feet apart which meant that my legs were spread-eagled wide. I was glad that I had a young supple body as it felt like my legs were doing the splits. I was still wearing some of my slutty clothes which the men had surprisingly left on me. I had expected them to strip me naked but I guessed they liked their slave girls in sexy black underwear as long as it was scanty. I was still wearing my tiny thong panties which I feared would give me no protection against a thick leather whip. I also still had my suspender belt, my black nylon stockings and strangely my stiletto heels remained on my feet. I knew they were still filming me and I hoped I looked really good on camera. I just hoped that my terribly swollen belly looked OK on film. I wanted so much to be a BDSM model and appear in Club Model World’s magazines and videos. I prayed that I looked good and that I pleased you when you saw me on film.

 

The men played with my hanging body, taunting me and making me wait for my whipping. With my arms and wrists bound very tightly with electrical flex, my breasts were thrust out as well as hanging down towards the floor. They made very tempting targets the men told me. The men were so cruel to me and said they wanted to whip my badly-marked breasts again, as they enjoyed it so much. I couldn’t believe my poor breasts were going to be punished even more. I wanted to beg them not to ruin my precious breasts, but my gag thankfully silenced all my pleas.

 

Hanging down, my breasts made a good target and they swung my body, hanging from the chains, from one man to another man, who then beat me with a leather riding crop on my swollen breasts. The crop was lashed into the many welts and cuts on my tortured globes and it sent me into new realms of pain. They were enjoying themselves, swinging me from side to side while they took it in turns to beat my heaving breasts with a riding crop. The whipping seemed to last for ever and I must have endured a couple of dozen very hard strokes at least.

 

When they had finished with me, they continued drinking while I hung upside down. I am only a slight girl but my whole weight hung from the hard steel manacles locked to my very slim ankles. One of the men came up to me and slipped his hand beneath my tiny thong. I could feel him removing the large plug which had filled my pussy and stopped the huge quantities of piss from being released. Once the plug was taken out the piss poured out of me. It ran down my belly over my well-whipped breasts, and then all over my face, my hair and into my mouth. With my mouth stretched wide open by the steel spreader gag the piss ran straight into it. There was so much piss inside me that I was becoming truly soaked in it. The men had placed a large bucket underneath my head so the piss could run off my hair and into the bucket. They told me they didn’t want me to dirty the dungeon floor.

 

After a long time, they were pleased that most of the piss had run out of me and down my hanging body. The large bucket seemed to be full of the piss which had been inside me. One of the cruel men would come over to me in turn and I felt his fingers mauling my pussy. All the men wore black leather gloves because they didn’t want to touch my wet pussy. I could feel the shiny leather of their gloves rubbing hard against my soft labia. One of the men roughly pulled aside the thin soaking-wet strip of black lycra that was my thong. He shoved his fingers deep into my pussy, thrusting them in and out very hard. It seemed like his whole hand was thrusting deep into my pussy and I gasped with the pain. I had heard about girls being fisted and I was getting a good rough fisting now. All the men took turns to maul my pussy very roughly and as they hurt me more and more, I tried to cry out but the spreader gag held my mouth wide open, silencing my cries.

 

They told me I had a “sexy little cunt” which was begging to be punished. Only last week I had shaved off all my pubic hair because I wanted to be a sexy model girl. I know that you prefer your models to show off every bit of their pussies and I wanted to look really good for you. As they shoved their fingers in and out of me they told me that my pussy was very wet.  They said I wasn’t just wet from the piss but also my pussy juices. They could tell I was turned on and they were right. They said I must enjoy being a slave girl and being punished. I was glad that I was gagged so I couldn’t reply. I was certainly getting more and more excited as my pussy was mauled and abused and I was now ready and waiting for the whipping of my most precious area to begin.

 

I did not have long to wait as I saw the leather boots of the six men advancing towards me and I could see the nasty-looking rhino whips in their hands. Although my head was upside down I could see one man in front of me and one at the back. I heard one of them say to me “Are you ready for your cunt whipping, you fucking slut?” I managed to nod my head and a few seconds later the leather whip lashed between my legs with a searing pain. The force of the blow seemed to cut me in two. I bucked with the force of the blow but immediately another lash fell. Then another and another lash cut right into my tender pussy. The pain was terrible and it really felt as if the awful rhino whips were slicing me in half. I didn’t think I could take much more pain after just a few lashes. The whips continued to fall in a relentless rhythm, harder and harder.

 

I realised the men were right when they had told me that even older girls could take only a few dozen lashes. I was only 16 and the cruel men were cutting my young tender pussy to pieces. I could only hang there, my legs stretched wide apart in my bondage while the dreadful whips cracked between my legs again and again. Eventually they stopped but that was only to let two more men take over the whipping.

 

I saw two more men stand in front and behind me and within seconds the terrible whips cracked between my open legs again. The thick leather lash cut deep into my pussy lips. I couldn’t believe that these men could be so sadistic to a young teenage girl but I now knew that these were the kind of men I would have to serve as a slave girl and Club model. My whipping seemed to go on for ever. I cried so much that my tears must have soaked the floor under me. Every time the whip sliced between my legs I shuddered. I felt I was being cut in two. I knew there was not much left of my thong panties as bits of black lycra material dropped to the floor as the whips cut my thin panties to pieces.

 

I would have willingly endured any other torture if only the men would stop slicing me in two with their terrible rhino whips. After what seemed like ages of extreme torment the two men stopped. There was another brief respite for me while the men changed places. Then the last two men began to whip me. I now regretted ever joining Club Model World and I really thought I would never survive the evening. I wanted to scream for mercy but the gag stifled all my cries. I prayed that the men would show some mercy to my young body. I could only hang helpless in my bondage while I suffered the terrible merciless whipping, which seemed to go for ever.

 

Sometime later that night, I lost consciousness as the pain overwhelmed me. It was the next day when I came to, still in agony but the men had gone. I found myself lying on a bed with my wrists and ankles chained tightly to the four corners and I was wearing a skin-tight rubber bra and briefs. I was in The Recovery Centre for Club models where the male nurse came to attend to me. The pain was awful and I asked him if my torture was over. The nurse told me that it was over for the moment but that I would be tortured many more times as a Club model. He told me that as I was young and pretty I would be in great demand from sadists and it was likely that the six men would want to torture me again. He told me that I had made a good impression on them and that they liked punishing girls as young as me. Hearing this, I nearly fainted with fear but the nurse said that attractive 16 year old models like me had to learn to love pain and torture. He reminded me that I had signed up to Club Model World for life and that I had better start liking it.

 

Lying spread-eagled in bondage on the PVC-covered bed, dressed in rubber bra and tiny briefs, I felt like a totally submissive slave girl. The feel of my semi-naked body on the shiny black PVC and the cold steel manacles on my wrists made me excited about my slavery. I didn’t like the terrible pain but I liked being a bound and helpless slave girl. I liked it when the nurse gagged me for long periods with a huge ball gag. The continual pain of my awful injuries made me cry a lot in the Centre but it did feel good when the nurse rammed a huge ball gag into my mouth and buckled it up so tight my jaws creaked. I loved being a well-gagged slave girl. I loved especially being put in tight bondage with the other older model girl. It was such a turn on and I loved every moment of our double bondage together.

I know you will ignore my pleas and will just laugh at me but I would still like to beg you to release me from serving the six men again. If I have to serve them as a slave girl, I will obey you but a whipping from them is such a terrible and cruel torture for a young teenage model. Please, master, I am only 16 and I am willing to learn how to serve sadists but I’m not sure I can survive another evening with those cruel men.

 

My master, I know I am now a slave girl for life and that my body is to be used to serve sadists who want to punish me. My body no longer belongs to me and I am happy for you to own it. I don’t regret at all signing up for Club Model World and I’m not asking to be released from my life-long contract. I am keen to be totally submissive and I love tight and painful bondage. I adore all the clothes of a slave girl especially very brief underwear, PVC and rubber-wear. I also think my young slim body looks really sexy when I’m naked and I like showing off my pointed breasts and my shaven pussy. I hope you think I’ll make a good model for Club Model World. Although I’m scared, I am willing to be whipped and tortured as your model and I want men to be pleased when they use my body.

 

Master, I hope you liked watching the film of the Showcase evening and liked watching me. I wanted to make a good impression and I would love lots of other men to see me if you decide to publish the film. I think there’ll be plenty of men who would get their rocks off watching me being whipped and humiliated in the dungeon. I would love to see my photo in any of your magazines and I’m looking forward to lots more sessions when you let me model for you. I can’t wait to be the best BDSM model! 

 

Love, in total slavery

 

Your slave girl Debbee

 

 

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