I did sure not expect to wear a maid uniform at Glass´n Stone House, the torture and sadists club where i am captured since a while, but this was one of the several humiliating highlights i experienced in the last days.
The visitor i mentioned in my last diary-entry, released me from the linen-bag i had to wear for a couple of hours but hijacked me with his helicopter and forced me to show him parts of my Dirty Rape Backyard at FFU. Very quickly he understood the possibilities and dark spots there, so i got dragged inside a huge old container and raped roughly in the soiled bed inside.
The next morning started shocking as Sir Matt saw me without the linen-bag he commanded me to wear days ago. Angry he dragged me on my hairs to the execution place and locked me tight in the horrible breast-guillotine, pulled a new bag over my head and thought not twice to cut off my wonderful bust measurement with the down falling extremely sharp blade.
Matt brought my passed out and very injured body in the medical-room and regenerated me. But he changed the sequences and modified them to reconstruct my breasts without any size. After the healing and repairing process my chest was flat as a board.
Fortunately a client started the cell-reconstruction procedures again and i got back my beloved breasts in full size as before the cruel modification. So i was able to assist Sir Bremen as he had to punish a mouthy rebelling girl who showed massive disobedience earlier.
On the next day as i left my bedroom and stumbled yawning over the patio, Sir Dunnagh waved me by and wanted that i come close to him and Miss Shani. I got very fast warily about the suddenly appearing kindness of Dunnagh. Something went wrong for me on this scene but as i stepped close and got hugged it was too late.
Sir Dunnagh announced with a broad dangerous crocodile smile in his face that Shani and me are picked from him to test a new very secret body-cream. We had to show him our palms and got the curious lotion on them. The devious aspect of this harmless sounding act was the fact that the cream was not a cosmetic product - it was super-glue! Shani´s and my palms were stuck together as the cruel bastard forced us to rub the glue in eachother´s hands. But this was still not all Dunnagh did on us, as next he showed us a long needle and sewed one of our nipples together. Loud screams and verbal anger surrounded the crowd while the thin wire got tightened between us. As next our torturer wanted sew our tongues but as we showed resistance he took our lower lips and started to stitch and sew them until we were very close together. In this painful and for movements difficult position Dunnagh pulled out his cock and started to masturbate in front our sewed bodies. He was very excited and aroused about his horrible work and started to slide his dick between our sewed lips until he came in our faces. Shani used this chance to grab quickly one of the man´s balls and since our hands were stuck together i did the same with the other. At least we failed and we were not able to force Dunnagh to release us from the sewing. After a short hopeless pulling, squeezing and hard slaps in our faces and on the stuck hands, many of the sewed wires were cut and with much pain we realized the bloody stitches on the destroyed seams.
Dunnagh was pretty angry about this little rebellion and forced us to sit on the wooden horse near the patio. He removed the car-battery which is mostly used to torture and connected the club´s main-power wires to the device. In fear and panic trembling we watched the cruel preparations.
After a few difficulties with the power-lines we got shocked extremely on the horse. The tormenting was going deep through the evening and ended as our scorched, nearly dead and smoking bodies, felt exhausted and in pain jerking from the electrified device.
Sir Bremen acted quickly and brought me back to health in the regeneration room. After that he cared very gentle for me and took away the mental aching from the painful day.
On the next morning we were forced to wear maid-uniforms as further punishment for our disobedience and pulling on Dunnagh´s balls. The entire patio had to be cleaned and Sir Alvise made sure that our efforts were kept up. The most captives were dressed and working as sexy maids during the entire day.
Many humiliating hours later i got parked again on a hurting wooden horse near the cells. The long time on my knees and the massive scrubbing work exhausted my body intense and so i found a curious kind of painful relaxing on this disliked device.
Later then finally, as i was fresh showered and with changed clothes, i found a little bit time to smoke a cigarette on the beach. While Sir Iezious approached then suddenly i waited nervously for the announced star-ship Selene of Miss V.
She invited me to be part of the Friday´s "Pain vs. Pleasure"-Contest at Dark Den. This time it was planned that i would be in the pleasure category, this sounded stress-free for me and i was thrilled what Vala would have in mind for me.
I got tightened to a large bondage cross and felt Miss V´s exciting gloved fingers stimulating my sex and pulling, pinching and squeezing my nipples. This was a soft and gentle arousing difference to the cruelty and hardness i had before. So i enjoyed and was then finally overhelmed by a huge orgasm in Vala´s talented hands.
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