With this she pulled a heavy iron grating door, which separated the rear part with the wet area and the mattress from the front torture room, behind me, dropped it crashing into the lock and checked whether the grating was really locked. I was locked up like in a prison.
After I had showered, washed thoroughly, cleaned my hair and applied a lot of cream, I lay down on the mattress and tried to rest. As soon as I had found some sleep, I heard the clatter of dogs and Nero stood panting in front of the iron bars. I crawled to him and extended my hand to him, which he immediately began to lick off. A short time later the young man came, opened the door a little so that Nero could slip through. Then I was alone again.
I allowed Nero to lie down on the mattress with me and snuggle up to me. I fell asleep again.
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VI
SIGN
I had been awake for a very long time when the young man with the camera, an unknown black man with a suitcase and the negress entered the room. Only when I had crouched down naked and proved that I was defenceless did the negress unlock the heavy iron grating door and push it aside. Nero howled and went towards them wagging his tail.
“I bet Nero’s about ready,” the Negress just said, and the young man gave a hand signal and let the camera go. Turned to me she said, “Get up.”
I stood up and stood upright, naked as I was with the dog collar and leash. The black man, who was called Dixon, first took off all his clothes and then put on a kind of ski mask. He was muscular, tall and middle-aged. His beautiful long cock dangled casually between his legs and gave me a thrill.
The man examined me, grabbed my breasts, stuck his fingers in my holes until I moaned. He pushed me down on my knees, put his cock in my mouth, which I sucked hard. Dixon was not very hairy and his cock was pitch black, very long but not very thick. He was circumcised, clean and his glans was pink and shimmering in contrast to the blackness of the cock skin. He fucked me in the mouth for a long time until I choked and saliva and drool came out of my nose. He spat several times right in my face, turned around and let me lick his ass. I pulled his ass cheeks apart and stuck my tongue deep into his asshole. He seemed to like it.
Dixon was very experienced. Without many words he laid me on the floor, stepped over me, grabbed my buttocks, opened them and fucked me deep in the ass with a firm push. I moaned. He withdrew, let his cock suck clean and then fucked me in the cunt. I came and moaned. He pulled me up by my hair, stepped in front of me, punched me in the face, which surprised me. He hit me hard and my cheeks burned like fire. He had the negress hand him a small leather dog whip. At his command I kissed the whip thoroughly, the leather was thin and hard. He demanded that I present my breasts to him properly and I grabbed them with both hands and held them out to him like a gift. He hit me with the dog whip. Hard, unyielding and skillful. He wanted to hit the nipples and he hit them. Then he took the hard and reddened nipple of my right breast and bit into it until I screamed out a second climax.
He did the same with my cunt. I lay on my back and spread my legs until my pelvis hurt. So he cracked the whip on my clitoris. I whimpered, but he did not give me a climax deliberately. As he sat his asshole on my mouth and I drove my tongue deep into him, Dixon moaned. He rubbed his ass on my nose, through my face and jerked his cock. Just before he was about to come, he stopped jerking off and ordered me to suck his ass until he would come. I tried really hard, but I guess it took him too long, so he took the whip again sitting on me and whipped my open cunt. The closer he got to his climax, the harder his strokes became. Then his ass relaxed, the asshole opened up and while some intestinal content ran into my mouth, he whipped my cunt completely unrhythmically and much too hard and screamed out an orgasm. I cried in pain, but had come again. His sperm was viscous, whitish and very much.
“She’s good!” he said to the Negress as he regained his breath. “A real sow. She’ll make you rich, I bet.”
While Dixon tied a towel around his loins, I crawled to the wet area where the negress shaved my head. First with the scissors, then with the electric razor and finally with the razor. She took warm water and foam, took care that I didn’t get too sore or bleed and finally she was quite satisfied with her work.
In the meantime, Dixon had taken his needle device out of its case, filled it with ink and connected it to the circuit. I was kneeling with my back to him when he started to tattoo my neck. I was startled and jerked together. Still the pain was not unpleasant. Only when he came to the place where my skull bone was already visible, it burned like hell. He stabbed, wiped away the blood, and stabbed again. Calm and routine.
What he stung, I could not say and I did not dare to ask. It was only when he had finished that the Negress laughingly thought that Dixon could tattoo my knuckles after all. On my right hand, a letter in each finger and on my left hand. When Dixon was finished, I had N-I-G-G-A on one hand and W-H-O-R-E on the other hand. The Negress was pleased.
“Do you want to stay?” she asked the tattoo artist, who then asked what should happen to me.
“Pain! A lot of pain! We’ll take her udders today, and she’ll suffer!”
“Yes, I’d like to be there. Only with Nero I have a problem! Should Nero still fuck her?”
“No, Nero’s not fucking her. But he’s about to take a shit. We’ll put that in the movie!”
Dixon thought about it and then shook his head. “Nah, this is not for me. I feel sorry for the cunt already!” With that he packed his suitcase back together, kissed the negress on the cheek, hit the still filming young man behind the camera with a high five and disappeared. I felt devotion and that somehow I had fallen in love with Dixon.
“Don’t daydream so much, cunt!” the Negress took me out of my thoughts and feelings. “Get up!” she barked at me.
The negress had two thick black cable ties in her hand and ordered me to bend my upper body forward so that my big breasts were hanging down. She massaged my udders, pulled them long and pinched the tender warts until I whimpered. Then she put a tie around each udder and pulled it just tight enough to hold. The young man, who followed everything with his camera, stood in front of me, nodded and whispered. “Then make the sow bounce.”
Thereupon the Negress grabbed the tie from the right udder and pulled it closed. The wide plastic band snapped into place with a soft click. Once, twice. Then I already felt the pressure. Three times, four times. I moaned. The negress pulled harder and harder, and my chest got bigger and bigger until it threatened to burst. I moaned, but immediately received two strong blows to the face with my flat hand. “Shut up cunt! You don’t know how horny it makes the men, when your udders stick out like bulging melons!” With that she pulled again with all her strength on the wide plastic band and I could hear my skin tearing. I screamed in pain, howled, begged for mercy, but the negress tugged at the cable tie until it could not be pulled any further.
I looked down my chest. At the bottom of my chest the cable tie had dug deep into my flesh, some blood was pouring out and my chest looked as if it was about to burst. At the same time my udder was so big that it was now hanging down over the tightly contracted cable tie at the bottom of my breast following the force of gravity. The Negress laughed.
She did the same with my left breast, only that she did not pull quite as hard, so that my left udder was not as stretched to burst. She looked at her work and was satisfied. With practiced movements she put heavy leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. They were dark brown like the leather collar I still wore with the dog leash and were not new.
She tied my hands together with a snap hook, pulled a heavy iron chain over a ring in the ceiling and pulled my arms up. Then she kicked me in the legs until they were so far apart that the ankle cuffs could be attached to rings in the floor. I was completely motionless when spread like this.
“Have you ever had your tits pierced?” She asked me. I said no. “So you know the pain coming from needles?” I stuttered in denial about that, too.
She took a small case from the side pocket of her dressing gown and presented the contents to the camera: two finger-long, rather thick needles, thin and pointed at the front, with a fine thread and ending in a black head. “You can prick them from the side to pierce the skin. But you can also ram them frontally into the delicate nipple. This is how needles – or should I say nails? – hurt the nerve centre and leave this little sow here” – with this she patted my head – “ranting wonderfully. Usually the sows then really kick around. That’s why we prefer to strap them down!”
First she took the udder, which did not bleed because it was not pulled together as tightly as the other one. She stroked the red tarnishing of the meat, twirling the bulging nipples until they were hard and firm. Then she let the camera know that here – she opened my nipple by pressing the meat hard with her fingernails – was the milk duct. “If you hit the milk duct cleanly and pierce it, the whining is usually very sweet!”
She put the needle in and I panicked. I screamed for help, really scared for my life. My voice went crazy. I panicked. Nero barked. The negress laughed.
“If you’re too loud or tossing and turning in chains, I’m going to have to start hitting more often in order to hit properly. This is much more painful than just letting it pass. You don’t have a chance anyway!” Again she laughed her gloating laughter.
With the tip of the needle she looked for the small opening to the milk duct in my wart and then pushed in. Sparks flew in my brain, my head burst and my body cramped up into a motionless rod stretched between the chains. It took minutes until the pain ebbed and my body collapsed. I was sweating like a pig.
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