A triptych of very affecting humiliating days started with the rape on a chair done by a cruel shaman warrior and ended most worse in a dog-house. The several steps during the days made my emotions sink down more and more until i reached "point zero", the stagnation of any feelings and inability to act or think in any way.
I felt fear crawling up my spine as the mostly nude and with tribal tattoos decorated warrior named Brin approached at the club´s patio. He muttered curious phrases and although i did not understand the meaning of his words my fear grew up intense.
The wild shaman chained me to a chair and ripped off my skirt to make my sex exposed and available for him. Very quickly he started to rape me brutally and got teased and pleased by my croaky exhausted screams.
As he was done with that he yanked me roughly on my hair to the execution field and bound me on one of the placed fire-stakes. He showed me a huge torch and ignited me with a big daunting smile in his face. While the flames started to scorch and maltreat my feet and legs he began to dance and sing around the burning stake.
The shaman´s dancing held on until my dead body felt black as a coal from the stake.
After this ceremony the days should become more humiliating and mental painful for me as i was used to experience. Maybe a mysterious curse was screamed out in the atmosphere by the tribal warrior.
After my badly needed regeneration i got humiliated and humbled by Sir Jeff who named me a "fat nasty cow", forced another captive at Glass´n Stone House, to call me this way, ordered me to worship her feet and made me sit for a long painful hour on a cruel wooden horse until my sex and crotch was sore and bloody.
Jeff continued his torment on me by locking my nude body on another horse with electricity adapted by a long metal rod between my labia lips, electrode clamps on my nipples and tongue. The shocks were send through this all by connection to a car battery. My screams were distorted and my body were shake wildly during this ordeal.
The final of his humiliation was the order to crawl on the execution field and to eat and chew dirty grass like a cow would do. The grass he had chosen to eat for me was smudged by someone who puked on it before.
As i shuddered in disgust and were close to vomit myself he told me that i would have to pay for the mercy he showed me hours ago as he decided to torture me on the electro-horse instead to chop off my breasts as originally planned. So i lost one toe which i had to choose myself by his knife before Jeff released me then.
On the next morning i ran in Sir Dunnagh´s arms and experienced my next rape very painful in my ass. I got pushed on a fence near the medical room and felt his firm hands roughly on my butt before he forced me to suck his giant cock.
As he felt horny enough i got fucked breathless on the fence until my entire crotch was stretched wide and hurting as hell.
As Dunnagh was finally done with me he tossed me on the ground and jerked his dick until his sticky mess squirted and splashed across my face and breasts. He laughed satisfied and told me that i would be his "ass cunt" now if i want a cigar in future.
I had not much time to regenerate my mind from this exhausting situation since Sir Aslan approached and decided to make me a puppy for a while. On my knees and hands crawling i got a butt-plug-tail, prepared with a heating cream, inserted deep in my still hurting ass. A leash were clipped to my collar and a dildo shoved inside my sex.
The sadistic Sir ordered that i would have to stay leashed as dog for eight hours and he would control this strictly. A dog-house was placed on the patio and a huge sign above showed clearly the degradation i had to go through.
So i knelt nude, leashed, humiliated and sunken in deepest shame in the dog-house while more and more visitors, clients and staff people approached. The most were laughing and also a few felt inspired to treat me in any forms they had in mind.
Nine hours later as my mind seemed broken and my anger reached the highest possible point. Miss Chyanne tormented me first by degrading words then with pointy hooks and cruel spiked gloves on my breast. Also my sex got rubbed with heating tiger balm which caused more and more pain in my almost frustrating circumstances. As my anger turned in pure hate and all emotions in me collapsed, i got soaked with gasoline and ignited by her lighter.
Very fast the flames covered and destroyed my skin while my screams in pain echoed across the patio. My hair was set on fire and the heat killed the last emotions i had by incredible pain.
In last agony i reared up and squirmed burning and wild around, still held by the leash. The final martyr lasted blessedly not too long since the gasoline speeded up the flames horrible work.
Finally i breathed my last while my burned and dark bleeding body was now only a coal black corpse with partially away burned face where skull and bones were to see.
A fire had started this series of humiliating days and scenarios and a fire has ended them finally. I got mercifully regenerated physically by Sir Bremen who brought me in the medical center of our club but the mental affection will gnaw for a bit longer on my mind.
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