Lisa's Lesson Fully clothed (for the moment), Lisa Snow hung by her wrists from the ceiling of the dank and cold basement. Clad only in a flimsy white shirt, black knee length skirt and bra and panties, her head still aching from the chloroform, she was only barely aware of her surroundings. As her eyes became slowly accustomed to the dim light in the basement, she tried to focus on how she had got here. She remembered leaving the office, walking to her car in the parking lot and fumbling in her purse for her keys. She remembered movement behind her, a shadow enveloping her, turning to see who was behind her, then a dim recollection of being grabbed and a rag containing something overpowering being forced over her nose and mouth. Chloroform no doubt. Then it all became hazy. Images of being bundled into the back of a van, her hands being tied behind her back, her coat and boots being removed, then ..... nothing until she awoke here, dangling from the ceiling, her arms painfully stretched above her head. As her mind came to terms with what had happened, she began to focus on her present predicament. She was aware that she was gagged with what appeared to be a ballgag. Lisa could feel the leather strap around her head and could taste the rubber of the gag in her mouth. Looking up, she could see her hands tied together above her head secured to the ceiling by a chain dangling from a beam. Casting her eyes down, she could see her ankles firmly secured to rings built into the floor, pulling her legs an uncomfortable distance apart. She was helpless, bound tightly in the middle of the room. There was nothing she could do but wait. Lisa became aware of a noise behind her. It sounded like a chair moving on the stone floor. She strained her ears to see if she could hear more but there was no sound other than that of her own heavy breathing behind the ballgag. She was unable to move her head to look behind her. Lisa swung there for a moment, unsure what was happening although she now had this uncomfortable feeling that there was someone else in the room with her, watching, waiting, drinking in her torment. And what a sight she must make, she thought. Her body was stretched taut against her bonds, her hard lithe body sharply defined against her clothes. She heard a noise again and this time heard footsteps behind her. She tensed her body, helpless to resist what was to come. Someone stepped in front of her. She looked up. Standing in front of her was someone she knew. A man she had once worked with, someone who she had used for her own devices and then dropped when his usefulness to her had ended. Lisa tried to speak but the gag muffled her words. The man watched as she squirmed against her bonds and a smile flickered across his face. The tables were now most definitely turned. Now was the time he would get his revenge - and revenge would be so sweet. He'd teach her to treat him like that. Now it was she was going to be used until he had finished with her. Stepping towards her, he looked into her eyes. Lisa bowed her head, avoiding his gaze. The man lifted her chin up with his finger, forcing her to look directly at him. Her hair fell across her face. The man revelled in the fear in her eyes, drinking it in, staring blank faced at her. Looking into his eyes, Lisa suddenly had a vision of what was to happen to her. She saw her naked body, her face dripping with semen, her breasts bruised from handling , her pussy sore and used. She saw her nude form writhing under the force of a hard cock thrust deep into her unyielding cunt, a cock jutting up between her breasts, jetting cum over her and then forced into her mouth. She tasted the salty tang of cum, saw her hair matted with semen, her back and buttocks covered with stripes from whippings and spankings. She saw herself as a sex slave, as something to be used and abused, a plaything to be fucked whenever her master wanted, to be humiliated and treated like a dog. Letting her head drop, the man stepped back and admired the helpless woman. He had seen the realisation of what was going to happen to her well up into her eyes. She knew there was nothing he couldn't and wouldn't do with her. The man laughed and pushed her body, making her swing gently. Looking at her, head hanging in shame, swaying, he knew he couldn't wait any longer. It was time for Lisa's first lesson. He did not speak. He simply stepped forward and slowly began to unbutton her shirt. One by one, he opened the buttons, each one exposing more of her body. As he did so, the man looked up into her face. Was that a tear in her eye? He certainly hoped so. Lisa trembled as his hands brushed against her skin. Soon her shirt was fully unbuttoned and hung limp around her body, falling open revealing her lightly tanned torso and white lacy bra. The man reached in and caressed her bare hips. Involuntarily, she tried to pull away from his caresses but her bonds held her firm. His hands ran over her hips and tummy, feeling her tremble beneath his palms. The man stepped back and looked her up and down. How sexy and helpless she looked like that. Still saying nothing, he walked behind her. Lisa strained to hear what he was doing but to no avail. Seconds later, he was back in front of her, holding a large pair of dressmakers' scissors. Lisa's eyes widened with fear as the scissors glinted in the dull glow of the one lightbulb illuminating the basement. Slowly he stepped towards her, lifting the scissors bringing them close to her body. She moaned behind the gag, "No pleeeease" but her words were unintelligible. "You won't need any clothes from now on," the man said. They were the first words he had spoken. There was a sense of purpose, of menace, of anticipation in his voice. She felt the blades of the scissors slip between the shirt and her skin. Deftly, the man cut the thin fabric of the shirt around her shoulders and the remnants of the shirt slipped to the floor. Without dropping the scissors, the man reached down and unclipped her skirt and that too fell away round her ankles. The man bent down and picked up the discarded clothing and stepped back to look at Lisa, hanging there clad only in her bra and panties. The tautness of her bonds accentuated the curves of her body, her 36C cleavage standing out proudly as her back arched in order to try to keep her balance. Slowly the man walked round her, admiring her breasts, her ass, her legs. He was eager to get her stripped but he wanted to make her wait. God, her body was fantastic: he was looking forward to doing all manner of perverted things to her. Soon enough, the man was before her again and the scissors flashed in the half-light once more. She felt the cold blades against her skin as the scissors slipped under her bra strap. Two snips and her bra fell away, leaving her magnificent breasts exposed to his gaze. There was something strange, something undefinable about being stripped, physically stripped against her will for Lisa. Even to have been given the option of removing her clothes herself would have been less humiliating, less degrading. But to be forcibly stripped naked - as she was sure was going to happen in a very short time - and a stranger as well made the nakedness worse. Her nakedness would be total, absolute. The man stood back to admire his handiwork. Lisa tried not to look in his face and involuntarily her head hung down. As it did so, she caught a glimpse of his crotch. There was an unmistakable bulge in his jeans. Suddenly she felt her hair being grabbed and her head pulled back. She was staring straight into his eyes. The man grabbed her face in one hand, pushing her cheeks together as he stared into her eyes. With his other hand, he stroked her tanned and exposed skin, running his hand down her body, over her breasts and down into her panties. "Bitch" he said and spat in her face. The globule of saliva struck Lisa on the nose and dribbled down her face. Almost simultaneously, the man stepped back and in one swift movement ripped her flimsy white panties from her body. She flinched as the cotton fabric of the panties burned against her skin, leaving behind a bright red weal. Flinging the useless ripped panties into a corner of the room, the man stepped back to feast his eyes on the helpless naked girl. Lisa hung stark naked before him, her hands tied above her head, her legs splayed out and firmly tied to the floor. She must have hung there for five, ten minutes, the man walking silently around her, drinking in her humiliation, feasting his eyes on her body. Her bondage really showed her body off to perfection: her firm rounded breasts, her perfect peachy ass, and her soft pussy. She heard him laughing, revelling in her helplessness. Then his hands were on, feeling her all over. Helplessly, she hung there as his hands roamed over her body, probing her, fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples, then down between her legs, rubbing his fingers on her pussy lips. After a short time, the fondling stopped and Lisa swayed once more before the man, her breathing heavy and laboured, moaning behind her ball gag. A thin trail of drool trickled down her chin from behind the gag. After a little while, the man disappeared behind her. What now? Then he reappeared, holding a collar and leash. "Good doggie," he laughed as he clipped the leather collar around Lisa's neck, leaving the leash hanging down between her breasts. Then he stepped behind her again and out of sight. Lisa felt the tension on the rope holding her arms lessening. But there was to be no respite. She felt the man's hand on the back of her head, forcing her head downwards, bending her over even as her arms stayed tied straight up in the air and her legs stayed tied far apart. Then he was in front of her, attaching the end of the leash to another ring in the floor, forcing Lisa to stay bent over in this position. She was now bending forward, legs spread-eagled, her arms behind her and up in the air, her buttocks sticking out behind her, her breasts hanging down. The pain in her arms turned from a dull throb to an ache. There was a moment of stillness whilst the man drank in the sight of the exposed girl. His hands ran over her full round buttocks, kneading them. Then lightly he rested his right hand against the left buttock, his left hand resting on Lisa's back. Gently he tapped her buttock with his fingers. Then smiling he lifted his hand high above Lisa and brought it down sharply on her ass cheek. THWACK! The sound of the slap echoed around the basement. Once, twice, three times, the man spanked each buttock in turn. Lisa would have yelped in pain but the gag was too tight, and animal moans only escaped from the tight restrictions of the ballgag. Again and again, his hand slapped her on her buttocks. Lisa thrashed against her bonds, wriggling and gyrating with each blow, her breasts swinging uncomfortably with each blow, her ass cheeks stinging. Soon the stinging pain from her ass eclipsed the pain in her outstretched arms and open thighs. Her whole body ached. Soon the man's arm tired and he stepped back, smiling as he examined Lisa's burning red ass cheeks. She looked so helpless, so beautiful - so fuckable. He couldn't wait any longer and began to pull his own clothes off. Trembling, Lisa heard the unmistakable sound of the man taking his clothes off and braced herself for the inevitable violation. Soon he was naked, his hard 9 inch cock erect and dripping. The man stepped in front of her and grabbed Lisa's hair, painfully lifting her face up so she was looking directly at his cock. "You want some of this, bitch," he hissed, " You want some? Huh?" Taking his cock in his free hand, he slapped the shaft across her cheek. SLAP! The sound of the man's cock slapping against Lisa's face echoed around the room. Again and again the man cockslapped her, laughing, first one side of her face, then the other. Streaks of precum smeared across her pretty face. Eventually he was done. Stepping back, he bent down, hissed "You fucking slut" into her face and let her head drop. The man walked behind her. Lisa felt the man's hands on her sore ass cheeks, kneading them, teasing them apart. His hands ran over her buttocks and down her hips. She shivered. Lisa felt the tip of his cock stroking her pussy lips and then easing into her. She moaned as she felt his hard cock slide into her. The man began to pump into her and she whimpered as his cock rammed into her. Lisa felt the coarseness of his pubic hair against her ass. His hands moved onto her breasts and he began to pull and tweak her nipples as he pumped into her, thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt in a steady easy motion. He began to moan, "Slut. Bitch. Whore". She began to swing on the rope, her nude body rocking backward and forward with each thrust of his cock. Drool poured from behind her gag. Lisa could tell the man was nearing climax as his moans increased and the pumping into her increased in speed. Suddenly the man squeezed her breasts so hard an involuntary moan cum scream escaped from the gag. He came! Lisa felt the man's red-hot semen pumping into her. Three, four, five, six times, he pumped away, expelling every globule of cum into her in this climatic burst. The man stayed within her for a minute or so, his breathing loud and deep. Then slowly he withdrew. As he did so, Lisa felt a warm stream of cum trickling out of her sore pussy and running down her legs. She felt the man wipe his cock on her buttocks, leaving a few warm drops of cum glistening on her perfect ass. She felt soiled and used. The man stepped around in front of her and unclipped the leash from the floor and removed the collar. Then Lisa felt the rope being tightened and her body hoisted back into its original position. The man stood before her, his cock still erect. Who could not fail to be aroused by the sight of this used slut tied and helpless before them? Lisa looked at him, watching for some sign of what was to come next. The man said nothing, smiling as he looked forward to Lisa's next ordeal. And anyway, he didn't feel he needed to explain himself. She was his - his to do with as he pleased. And he was far from over. Her body lay exposed and naked before him and he has months, years of frustration and her bitchy ways to revenge before her ordeal would be over. The man moved towards her and untied Lisa's ankles from the floor. She was so grateful she did not lash out and kick the man - even though that would have been pointless in any event. Instead she hung there, flexing her legs. But her respite was short lived. Lisa felt the rope slacken and the man's hands on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. She now knelt on the floor, her legs folded underneath her still aching buttocks. The man bent over and pulled her knees apart, swiftly binding the calves of each leg to her thigh, then securing the splayed knees with ropes to rings in the floor. Lisa now knelt before the man, her hands tied securely above her head, kneeling with her legs tied apart on the floor. Bending over, the man looked straight into her eyes and spoke, "I'm going to take this gag off, bitch. Don't you dare make a sound. Understand?" Lisa nodded. The man slapped her hard across her face, "UNDERSTAND BITCH" he hissed. Lisa nodded again, more forcefully. "Good," the man said and removed the ball gag. Lisa whimpered and moaned but said nothing, grateful that the gag had been removed. Lisa looked up and saw the man approaching her once more, holding his erect penis before him, its head red and engorged, dripping sticky fluid. Slowly, deliberately, he began to wipe the tip of his cock over the helpless girl's face, running it over her cheeks and across her lips. Slapping it across her face, the man ordered Lisa to suck his cock. The tip of his cock slipped between her lips and he began to pump into Lisa's mouth. Grabbing her hair with one hand, he forced her head down on his swollen cock, making her gag. Another slap across her cheek: "Suck it bitch." The shaft filled her mouth and she felt his crotch ramming against her face. Suddenly the man pulled out and Lisa found herself looking straight into the eye of his cock. And then he came. His semen jetted into her face. Lisa tried to move away but the man's hand holding her hair held her firm. The cum pumped over her. It was hot and sticky and it seemed inconceivable that his balls could hold so much. After all, he had just fucked her and here he was, pumping another load into her face. The cum poured over her, striking her on the bridge of her nose and splattering over her cheeks. She coughed and spluttered as the cum dribbled down her face, dripping down her chin onto her breasts. A thick white film of viscous cum coated Lisa's pretty face. Lisa knelt there, bound and helpless, her face dripping cum, her eyeliner running, her lipstick smeared across her face. Globules of semen dripped from her nose, from her chin, from her breasts, matting her hair. Lisa felt humiliated and degraded. Whimpering like a spanked puppy, Lisa felt the ropes on her legs being cut. She was then hauled up in a standing position once more and her legs fastened tightly to the rings in the floor. Lisa was now back in the position she had originally found herself - except this time she was hanging there, naked and covered in cum. "It's not over for you yet, bitch," the man hissed, "I've got a lot of other very special things to do with you." Then he laughed, turned and walked away through the door in front of her. The lights went off and Lisa was alone - naked, cold, humiliated, helpless, alone with her thoughts and with cum slowly drying on her lightly tanned skin.
Lisa's Lesson (Part 2) Lisa hung there in the basement, naked and humiliated, for what seemed an eternity. Her whole body ached. Bound and helpless, her arms tied above her, her legs tied wide apart, there was no respite. Completely unable to move, she hung there, head lowered, her hair falling over her cum-stained face. Lisa had absolutely no sense of time, no idea how long she had been hanging there. It may have been minutes, hours or even as much as a day. She didn't know where she was or what time it was, not even whether it was night or day. All she knew was this room and the self-contained universe her captor had created for her. Despite the pain, she slept fitfully, five or ten minutes at a time, drifting in and out of sleep. But her dreams gave no escape from her torment. Her dreams were full of images of whippings, humiliation and degradation, sexual slavery, and of semen pouring onto her upturned face. Her mouth was dry and parched, every fibre of her body ached. She was cold, tired and hungry. Her mind and body begged for release from the torment. After what seemed like hours but was probably no more than 30 minutes, the man was back. Slowly he walked round the helpless slut, his hand trailing against her skin, running over her back and belly. She watched him silently, eyes wide, not daring to speak even though she was not gagged. Lisa longed to plead with him and beg for release - but of course, she knew it would be futile and would no doubt just spur him on to even more heights of depravity. He stood before her, looking into her eyes. Stroking her cheek gently, there was almost a tender quality to his gaze of the sort an owner might give to a prize animal. "Are you thirsty, slut?" he asked, "I want to keep you in good condition, you know. Don't want you passing out on me now." "Y..yes," Lisa stammered quietly, "Yes, I'm very thirsty." Anger flashed in the man's eyes and he slapped Lisa across the cheek, causing her to squeal in surprise and pain. "Your first lesson, slut" snapped the man, almost spitting out the word 'slut', "is to learn a little respect. You will always address me as 'Sir' or 'Master'. Is that clear?" "Y..yes Sir," the chastened girl replied, her cheek still stinging from the slap, "S...sorry, Sir." The man smiled. However, this did not stop him from slapping the helpless beauty across the other cheek with his hand. "And your second lesson, slut, is that you will never refer to yourself as 'I'. You have no identity. You are my property now. Therefore you will always refer to yourself in the third person and by some suitable name such as 'slut', 'whore', 'cumslut', 'puppy' or the like. Understand?" "Y ...yes S...Sir." "Tell me you understand, bitch," hissed the man, raising his hand to slap her again. "Yes Sir," mumbled the humiliated slut, "This whore understands." "Louder, cunt." "Yes Sir," she said, louder and more forcefully, "This whore understands." "Good," said the man, nodding his head, " Now are you thirsty? Would you like some water?" "Yes Sir. This filthy slut is very thirsty and would like some water." "That's better." The man turned and disappeared through the door. A few minutes later, he reappeared carrying two large bottles of water. Placing one bottle on the floor beside her, the man unscrewed the top of the other bottle and lifted it to his slave's lips, ordering her to lean her head back. Gratefully, Lisa felt the cool water pouring down her parched throat and dribbling down her chin. Hungrily, she gulped the water down, feeling small rivulets of cold water running down her breasts and belly. Soon the bottle was empty. The man smiled as he bent down to pick up the other bottle. How stupid his slave looked, hungrily wolfing the water down. He began to pour the contents of the second bottle down Lisa's throat. Coughing and spluttering, she drank it down and soon the bottle was drained. "Better now, slut?" "Yes Sir," gasped Lisa, the cooling water refreshing her, cleansing her, "Thank you, Sir." "Good," smiled her master, stepping towards the helpless girl and forcing the ballgag back into her mouth, "Now don't go away, slut. I'll be back very soon." Then he turned and walked away, leaving Lisa hanging helplessly, unable to move or make a sound. Once more, Lisa was left alone with her thoughts. Time passed once more. The refreshment afforded to Lisa by the cool water soon faded and the aching from her stretched and bound limbs returned. For the first time, as her eyes became more accustomed to the gloom of the basement, she noticed out of the corner of her eyes two video cameras either side of her, and above her, another camera. Lisa realised with a shudder that the cameras had probably been running during the course of her previous abuse. The realisation made her previous abasement worse, now that she knew her humiliation had been recorded so that her tormentor could enjoy her degradation time and time again for his own pleasure. As Lisa hung there, she became aware with some trepidation of another ache welling up in her: a desire to urinate. The two large bottles of water that she had consumed had worked through her system and filled her bladder. Soon the helpless little whore was desperate to pee. Unable to cross her legs to prevent the urge welling through her, she began to writhe and wriggle against her bonds, swaying in the middle of the room. Moans of discomfort slipped from behind the gag. So intense was the discomfort from the almost irresistible desire to pee, that Lisa was unaware that the man had returned and was watching her squirming with undisguised pleasure. It was only when her master's laughter at her distress began to echo round the chamber that she became aware of his presence. "Does my slut want a piss?" he laughed. Whimpers came from behind the gag as Lisa begged to be allowed to relieve herself. How humiliating it was for her to have to beg for such a basic thing as a piss. "I'll take that as a yes," said Lisa's master, stepping into a corner of a room and producing a large metal bucket that he placed on the floor under his slave's crotch. "There you are, slut," he said, "You can pee into that like the animal you are. And make sure you get it all into the bucket or you'll regret it." Reluctantly, Lisa began to pee, the stream of yellow piss jetting into the bucket. The sound of the piss hitting the metal of the bucket echoed around the basement. Her master stepped back to admire his handiwork. Lisa began to blush and tremble with embarrassment, completely humiliated and degraded by the experience. More and more piss poured into the bucket. Soon the bucket was about three-quarters full of slutpiss and Lisa was spent. She hung there, avoiding her master's gaze, not wanting him to enjoy the humiliation burning on her face. Lisa's master stepped forward, lifting her head up: "Finished, you dirty little slut." She moaned from behind her gag. Bending down, her master picked up the bucket, heavy with piss, and moved it into a corner out of the way. Returning to her, he began to walk slowly round his possession, eyeing her hungrily, looking forward to the next stage of her degradation. Lisa simply hung there, powerless and vulnerable, exhausted from the mental and physical abuse. Her master once more stood before her. "Look at me, bitch," he ordered. Lisa wearily lifted her head up, her face a picture of humiliation and submission. "Today, we're going to make a video," he explained, "A video so everyone knows what you are, a video so that you know what you are. And when we're finished, maybe I'll broadcast it on the web, maybe I'll sell it in porn shops. Maybe I'll post a copy to your friends. Would you like that, slut?" "Noooooooo" whimpered Lisa from behind her gag but her pleading only gave her master greater pleasure. And with that, her master approached her and began to remove the gag. The next three or four hours passed in a blur. There were orders - do this, do that. Lisa was forced to do things, then do them again - only this time, enjoy them bitch - forced to do things for the camera until her master was happy. In the days to come, her humiliating treatment would be etched on her mind, not just from the experience itself but from the repeated viewings of the video she was forced to endure. ----------------------- Opening title: a shot of Lisa's head, shoulders and bare breasts. A cardboard sign is hanging round her neck on a rope. The sign reads "LISA SNOW", then underneath it, "SLUT". Fade to a frontal shot of Lisa tied stark naked in a standing spread-eagled position, her arms stretched in a V shape above her head, her legs tied far apart. All over her naked body, her master has written obscenities and humiliating words in some sort of paint or marker. The word SLUT is written in bright white letters across her belly, WHORE down her right thigh, and CUMSLUT down her left thigh. The words FUCK ME HERE and an arrow are scrawled in marker pen beneath her navel. Across her breasts is scrawled I NEED COCK in bright red lettering. On her top lip, CUMHOLE has been written in eyeliner pencil, with SLUT and PUPPY written on Lisa's left and right cheeks. The camera moves slowly over her face and body, lingering on Lisa's face, her total humiliation and degradation at the body writing plain to see. The camera pulls back, revealing her naked soiled body. Her master steps behind her, holding a crop. Raising his arm, he brings the whip down hard on her exposed buttocks. The slut yelps and her body bucks against her bonds. "Thank you, Master," she squeals. Again and again, her master whips her. Five times, ten times, twenty times. And with each blow, his slut expresses her gratitude. Lisa's master steps out of shot and the slave hangs there, panting, breathless, whining like a whipped puppy. The scene fades ..... ..... into a shot of Lisa sitting naked, legs wide on a wooden chair, her hands on her head, her body still covered in writing. Her master speaks from off camera: "Name?" "I have no name, Master. I am your slut, sir." "Why are you here?" "Because I'm an unworthy good for nothing whore, master, and I need to be treated like the dirty filthy little piece of meat that I am>" "What are you good for, slut." Lisa's voice trembles as she speaks, "I deserve to be treated like the slut I am. I need to be covered in your cum, to be whipped, spanked, humiliated, degraded, made to do whatever you want." "Then beg me, slut. Beg me to treat you like the worthless whore you are." "Pleeeease, sir, pleeeease use me as your fucktoy. Your cumpuppy needs to be used. Pleeeease do whatever you want with me. Pleeeeeeease." "Very well, slut." Her master steps into shot and hands Lisa a thick black 12" dildo. She begins to rub the tip of the dildo up and down her exposed slit. As she does so, her master stands to one side of her, his erect cock level with her face. Lisa begins to flick her tongue in the hole, running her tongue round and round the engorged scarlet head. The cock begins to twitch. Lisa is simultaneously easing the enormous dildo into her pussy, stretching it. She moans like a bitch on heat as it slides in, rubbing against her swollen clit. Lisa lowers her head down over the cock, bobbing her head back and forth, her body being rocked from the dildo moving in and out of her pussy. Animal moans begin to escape from her slutty lips, drool running down her chin. Her master begins to visibly tense as he approaches orgasm. Sensing this, Lisa slides her mouth off his cock. It is wet and glistening with spit. A string of saliva hangs between the tip of her master's cock and her tongue. By now, the dildo is pushed into Lisa's slutty hole as far as it will go. Rubbing it furiously against her clit, the dirty whore desperately tries to cum. Lisa leans across to the cock and gives a quick flick of the tongue to the sensitive base of the glans. Almost instantaneously, her master cums. His spunk jets into his slut's face, almost shooting up her nose and into her mouth, splashing over her hair. Leaving the dildo wedged in her wet hole, Lisa grabs her master's cock, squeezing the bottom of the shaft to force every last drop of cum out onto her slutty face. Hungrily, she licks at the cum streaming down her face and oozing from the cock. Then slowly, Lisa turns to the camera, licks her lips seductively and moans, "Mmmmmmmmm, I just lurrrrvvvve the taste of cum." From behind the camera, her master clicks his fingers. Instantly, Lisa places her hands back on her head. The camera lingers on her, her face plastered in spunk, the dildo still protruding from her hole. The messy spunk dribbles down her, smearing the writing on her face. Desperate to cum, the slut wriggles in discomfort on her chair, hands on head, trying to rub the dildo against her swollen and inflamed clit - but to no avail. She moans and snivels, the orgasm she so desperately needs denied to her. The camera gazes on her discomfort for a minute or so and then the screen fades to black. -------------------------- "Well," smiled her master, "Did you enjoy that, slutty cunt?" He waited for a reply but got none. It was not surprising that Lisa did not reply. Following her ordeal, her master had taken her used and exhausted body and tied her back in the position she had been in previously: tied standing naked and spread-eagled, arms and legs stretched to the limits of her endurance. The only difference this time was Lisa's semen plastered face, the obscenities still scrawled across her beautiful tanned skin, and the dildo still wedged in her cunt. "But my, " laughed her master, " What a mess you look. All covered in cum. I think we should clean you off don't you, whore." Lisa hung her head in shame. What new humiliation was her master to visit upon her now? "Mmmmm," pondered her master, "But what shall we use to clean you up with. I don't think you deserve clean water, do you? So what else is there?" He paused and smiled. Lisa's eyes grew wide as she realised what her master intended to do. She began to moan behind her gag, to plead for mercy, to do anything to her but that. Her master enjoyed Lisa's muffled pleadings for a short while and then turned and slowly walked into the corner of the room, and picked up the now stone cold bucket of piss. Helplessly, Lisa watched as he ran a rope through a block and tackle hanging above her head, tying one end to the handle of the bucket. Stepping behind the bound prisoner, her master slowly and carefully raised the bucket into the air, securing the rope to a hook on the floor, leaving it hanging precariously above Lisa's head, slowly swinging on the rope. Lisa looked up and could see the bucket hanging there, just a few inches above her head. For the first time, Lisa noticed that the base of the bucket had a small hole in it, stoppered with a cork. She began to writhe and wriggle against her bonds, trying to move from under the hole, but it was no use. She was much too tightly bound. The man stepped in front of her and looked her up and down. "I hope you enjoy your cold piss shower, slut," he said. Shivering, Lisa braced herself. All around her, she heard the cameras whirring. Reaching up, the man removed the cork. Instantly a light stream of ice cold pee trickled down onto the top of her head. Lisa felt the piss begin to run down her face, into her eyes, and down between her breasts. She began to wriggle as the pee poured over her, trickling behind the gag into her mouth, making her cough and splutter. Her face was a mask of pee and cum. Streams of piss dripped from her erect nipples. Soon her hair was soaked and dripping wet, yellow rivers of pee running down her belly, soaking her crotch, dripping in pools on the floor. Soon the bucket was empty and Lisa hung there, completely and utterly humiliated and degraded by her piss shower. Soaking wet, shivering, piss and cum trickling off her, the only sound was the steady drip of pee on the floor and the sound of her master's laughter in her ears.
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