Story 6 written by BrigandCarrie
<![CDATA[Carrie
Carrie sat huddled alone in the darkness,
the sounds of her sobs echoing off the walls of the cold dungeon.
She shivered from the both from the cold and the realization of what she had done,
Rubbing her throat now raw from crying, she felt the absence of her collar,
and that brought back the memories, of the night two weeks ago,
the last night her Master had spoken to her.
She had lived with him and belonged to him, for over a year,
Master had told her time and time again, that to truly own something ,
meant you had the right to give it away.
She knew that one day he would give her away to one of his friends, but only for a short time,
because she would always belong to him.
She cried harder as she relived that night, Master had invited over some friends for dinner,
which she had gladly prepared. She had cleared the table and served drinks to their guests,
when Master announced that Carrie, would be theirs for the rest of the weekend.
She knew this night would come but, hearing those words shocked her, made her feel unwanted, by her Master.
Before she could stop herself, she had cursed her Master saying she would not be their slut,
she yelled it was bad enough she had to wait on them naked. She then threw the serving tray down,
and ran from the room locking herself in the bathroom. She heard her Master apologizing to his guests,
she had also heard their comments about her actions. When she was sure they had all gone home,
she emerged from the bathroom and began to search for her Master. She found him in the dungeon,
he had unlocked the closet and was packing her belongings.
Carrie was horrified at the thought of not only losing her Master, and her home,
but also the man that she had fallen in love with. She begged him to stop, begged him to talk to her,
even begged him to beat her he ignored her pleas. When he had finished packing her belongings,
he took out her purse, laid it on top of her suitcase.
He had locked these things away in the closet the day she had moved in and as he did so he told her
that she was to remain naked, and would be called PET, for as long as she was there.
Her Master approached her and, unlocked and removed her collar,
as he did so he told her she was free to leave. Carrie fell to the fell to the floor on her knees,
begging for forgiveness, begging for a second chance, she offered him every thing she could think of.
Her Master stopped at the foot of the stairs,
turned and told her that he would see if she was worthy of a second chance,
Master also told her it would be very painful, and far more humiliating than being shared by his friends.
Carrie had spent that first night alone, thinking of what she had done to Master,
and searching her soul for answers about what she should do. She heard the basement door opening,
and someone coming down the steps, she grabbed her food and water bowls,
Master had made for her and crawled to the foot of the stairs.
Carries heart was shattered when Master appeared, sat down the breakfast tray on the small table,
turned and went back upstairs, with out even looking at her.
Master had continued to ignore her for two weeks, not looking at her, not speaking to her,
it was as if she didn’t exist to him any more. Carrie had stayed in the dungeon, and remained naked,
she was determined to earn her second chance. She knew how severe Master could be,
and she knew how dark and twisted he could be. She was as afraid of his wrath as she was grateful,
for a chance to prove herself to her Master. She knew Master was a very proud man,
and he had even told her he was proud of her after she had endured a difficult task, or a severe punishment.
She also knew that her out burst of two weeks had humiliated her Master in front of his friends and peers.
She desperately wished she could go back and obey his commands,
but all she could do now wait for him to decide her punishments and try to endure them ,,
and restored his dignity. For two weeks now Carrie thought of nothing else, only of her refusing his wishes,
and the look on his face as she cursed him,, and the hole she had put in her own heart..
She wanted nothing more than to make up for her mistake,, and she was determined to endure anything,
for her Master. These two weeks alone had taught her,
without him she was nothing she needed him to complete her.
She met her Master at the bottom of the stairs, as she had every morning, when he brought her, her breakfast,,
after putting the tray down, he turned and told her to meet him on the patio as soon as she was finished.
Carrie was startled at hearing his voice, but she quickly recovered and eagerly agreed.
Master was sitting at the table when she arrived, he told her to sit down, that they needed to talk.
Master told her she would either have to leave his home forever, or accept her place as his slave,
and his possession, and to willingly do any and every thing he wished her to do.
He told her she would be severely punished and degraded today, without the safety of her safe word,
because she would be gagged the entire day. Master showed her a consent form,
he told her to read it and sign it or to leave his home.
With shaking hand Carrie read the form and was filled with fear she had never been gagged
when she was punished,
she had always had her safe word, but she was determined to make things right.
Her hands shook badly as she signed the form, and steadied her nerves for what lay ahead.
Taking the form Master checked that is was signed,
and told her he was going to test her before the guests arrived.
First he gagged her with a large jaw stretching ball gag,
then he locked the leather cuffs around her wrists.
She was ordered to lay on the table while he locked the spreader bar between her ankles,,
and put a clothes pin with rough sandpaper glued to its jaws on her clit.
He helped her to stand and the bound her breasts tightly, and painfully.
She was led to the two posts and forced to her knees,
her wrists were then bound to the two posts stretching her side ways.
Then master took the long end of her breasts rope and ran it through a pulley mounted to the ceiling
and then to her horror, he raised her ankles up off the floor and tied her breast rope to the spreader bar.
She screamed into the gag as her full weight settled onto her knees and the weight of her feet pulled hard
on her breasts. Master stepped back to admire his work,
he then lifted her face and told her he would be back in an hour, when the guests had arrived,
turned and went back into the house, leaving Carrie alone to suffer.
The hard rough concrete was pure agony tears were soon streaming down her face.
The added pain of having to try to hold her ankles up,
or risk tearing her breasts off only compounded her misery.
Carrie didn’t think she could stand this for an hour, her whole body was shaking under the strain,
and it had only been a few minutes.
The intense heat of the mid day sun served to add even more discomfort to her.
The gag stretching her jaws, forcing her to drool uncontrollably,
made swallowing difficult and her sods made her gag and choke again adding to her situation.
The door to the house finally opened after what seemed an eternity to Carrie,
and her Master appeared leading his guests.
Carrie caught the glimpse of motion from the corner of her eye, and saw a truck,
pulling a large trailer this worried her not knowing what was inside,, and even if it was meant for her.
When every one was seated, Master asked Carrie if she was ready to accept her punishments,
weakly Carrie nodded and mumbled yes Master.
With his back to Carrie he told her it would be a very severe punishment,
and he hoped she would never forget and would never have to be repeated.
The thin spring steel cane in his hand told Carrie that this would be a punishment she would feel
for weeks afterwards, but she knew she deserved it and she would take it.
The first cane stroke landed hard across her nipples, sending waves of blinding pain
coursing through her body. The blows fell hard and fast in a steady rhythm,
the shock from the first one still throbbed as the others landed mixing together driving
her mad with the pain. Carrie looked down at her battered and bruised breasts, heaving with her sobs,,
and gasped breaths,, Just before she felt herself about to pass out Master stopped, put down his evil cane,
and asked one of the guests to help him.
Master untied her spreader bar from her breasts rope then untied her breasts,
this send the new pain of the blood flooding back into them forcing a scream from her.
The man helping her Master removed the spreader bar, as her Master released her wrists.
Carrie collapsed to the patio unable to remain kneeling any longer her whole body was spent.
A short long table was placed nearby and Carrie was ordered to crawl to it and lay on her back,
Carrie willed herself to crawl the three feet to the table and fell upon it flat on her back,
Her wrists were bound together under the table, then her knees were pulled up and bound to the
opposite end of the table, leaving her helpless and totally exposed.
Carrie nearly passed out again when Master removed the clothes pin from her clit.
With her eyes closed against the sun she felt the impact of Masters heavy cat-o-nine tails on her cunt.
The knotted braided tails wrenching scream after wailing scream from her until she was claimed
by the darkness and she passed out.
Smelling salts were used to revive her, as she awoke still groggy,
and through a haze she heard her Masters voice, it sounded distant and hollow to her.
He asked her if she wanted to quit, Carrie again willed herself to shake her head and say no.
She felt something warm and soothing being poured on her cunt,
she moaned from the pleasant feeling as the warm thick fluid dripped on her cunt.
Then to her horror the trailer door was opened and several huge dogs were being led towards her.
Carrie tried in futility to scream, to move, to free herself, god no, not dogs please not that!!
Two of the huge beasts were led forward and despite her muted pleading.
The dogs began to lick the warm honey off of her battered cunt, their tongues fighting for more,
licking her deeply, and to her horrified shame she suddenly felt an orgasm building.
Carries orgasm rushed through her hard and fast unlike any thing she had known before,
as for the first time in her life she squirted as she came with the most powerful orgasm she had ever had.
Her shame now was total, as she drifted in her afterglow, the humiliation of cumming from a dogs tongue,,
she wanted it to end, and yet needing more. The first dog was helped into her now dripping cunt,
her screams of protest ignored and turning into moans of debased debaucher.
Carrie was lost in the pleasure her hips straining to meet the dog’s thrusts,
her pain and humiliation lost, only the pleasure remained. She could hear her Master,
the other Masters and Mistresses and their slaves all laughing at her as she tried to fuck back
against the dogs she was beyond caring. The dogs fucked her over and over, one right after the other,
each one filling her with their cum, she could feel it running out of her cunt could hear it sloshing
inside her as they fucked her. Carrie was relieved when the dogs were finally led away,
her poor battered cunt had been stretched by their huge knots and fucked raw by their cocks,
yet she wanted more. Master approached and released her legs, which fell away useless, then her wrists.
Carrie hoped her ordeal was over, but her hoped were short lived,
as Master commanded her to crawl out into the yard and lay in her back.
Every muscle in her body ached, her knees felt as if they might be broken,
but again she crawled into the yard, and collapsed onto her back as ordered. ]]>