When I finally woke up, I saw Peter standing next to me.

He locked exited, and as I pushed myself up from the couch, I moaned softly. My whole body ached, but worse of all was the pain coming from between my legs.

It was then that I remembered the sawhorse, and just thinking about it made me start trembling hard. Terrified, I looked around the room, but it wasn't there. Peter must have taken it away while I slept, I thought.

Then Peter raised his hand and he showed me what looked like a complicated leather strap. I had no idea what it was for, but the sight of it sent shivers down my back.

"Time to get you ready." he said as he knelt in front of me. "Open up your mouth."

And without hesitation, I did as he told me.

A moment later he pushed a metal ring into my mouth. It was so big that he had to force my jaw open, and once it was in, it kept it painfully locked in place.

Then he grabbed the rest of the straps and used them to secure the ring in place. One went under my chin, another behind my head, and finally a third up and around my head.

Once that was done, the ring in my mouth was impossible to push out, and it kept my mouth open and accessible.

After checking it, he looked into my eyes and he smiled in satisfaction before he pulled out what was obvious a blindfold made out of leather out of his pocket. A moment later he clipped it to the straps at either side of my head using a couple of snap buttons, blocking my vision completely.

Finally, he pulled a set of cuffs from his other pocket, and after closing them around my wrists, he gave them a firm tug to check if they were secure.

Without saying another word, I heard him getting up and then he left me there on the floor.

Once he was gone I took my hands to my face and I ran my fingers along the straps.

The blindfold covered most of my face, I realized, thankful for the fact that whoever his friend was, he wouldn't be able to recognize me.

The ring, though, was a different matter, as I didn't have to be told what its purpose was. And worse of all, since I couldn't close my mouth, I couldn't swallow, and soon I was drooling onto my chest and my legs.

I was anxious and afraid, but I couldn't deny the fact I was also aroused. As my mind started wandering, I wondered what it would feel to fuck another man, as Peter was the only one I had been with. Maybe I knew him, I thought a moment later, and the idea made me shudder with lust.

I didn't have to wait for long, though, as a couple of minutes later I heard a knock on the door and then footsteps as Peter headed towards it.

A moment later I heard Peter's voice as he greeted someone and then he started talking, but I couldn't hear the other man's voice.

Frustrated, I tried to calm down, but suddenly I could hear the two men approaching and I became terrified.



And as fear overcame me, I wanted to cover myself. I wasn't ready for another man to see me naked. But I knew I couldn't, so instead, I rested my hands on my thighs as I tried very hard not to move.

Their footsteps became louder and louder, until suddenly they stopped, right in front of me. I held my breath as I imagined them watching me, and then I felt Peter's breath on my neck.

"Don't be afraid..." he whispered before he took a step back.

Then, just as he moved back, I heard the man moving. He started walking around me as he hummed happily, and then without warning, I felt his fingers brushing my back and my head and I couldn't stop myself from jumping in fear.

Behind me, the man chuckled softly before he continued walking.

I was even more terrified than before, but I was also incredibly aroused, and I could feel my juices dripping between my legs as I tried to stay still.

Then, I heard leather creaking as he sat on the couch behind me.

"Puppy, this is a very special friend of mine, and also a guest in this house. You will serve him like you would me, is that clear?" Peter asked me a moment later.

Unable to talk, I nodded slowly, already imagining what he meant by that, and then Peter laughed softly.

"Isn't that right, John?" he said as I felt my blood freezing inside of me.

It couldn't be, I told myself as I tried to stay perfectly still.

"Well, I can't say no to that offer..." my dad said, his voice unmistakable.

Horrified, I felt the urge to cover myself. But I knew the price of disobedience by then, and no matter how much I wanted to, I simply couldn't.

Unable to breathe, I tensed my body as I prayed for my dad not to realize my identity. What if he found out? What would he think of me? I felt terrified and deeply humiliated by the fact that I was naked in front of him, but the idea of him finding out it was me was even worse.

Then I heard my dad chuckling softly behind me.

"Come, don't be shy. Show me what you can do... Peter said a lot of things about you." he said as I heard him opening his pants.

It took me a few moments to react, as at first, I couldn't believe it was actually happening, but once more, I remembered Peter's words and I simply couldn't disobey.

I did my best to find my dad as I crawled blindingly, and once I found his feet, I followed them up as I knelt between his legs.

He had pulled his pants down, and I could feel his bare legs under my hands.

I was trembling hard by then, and as I tried to gather my courage, he chuckled softly once more.

"Don't be afraid, I don't bite..." he said a moment later.

Almost automatically, I nodded, and then I finally grabbed his cock.

He was already hard, and though his cock was shorter than Peter's, it was a bit thicker. I pumped it a few times, and then, before I could lose my nerve, I swallowed it into my mouth.

The moment my father's cock touched my tongue I felt my skin crawling, but I continued nonetheless. His cock tasted clean, at least, like soap, and as I took him deep into my mouth I did my best to pleasure him.

The ring made it harder than usual, but my dad wasn't too worried, though, as above me he started moaning loudly with lust.

Then he grabbed my head and he started guiding me, just as Peter always did.

I tried my best to relax as a moment later his fingers dug into my skull and he pulled me deeper and deeper until I could feel his cock bumping against my throat.

Despite my efforts, I was soon gagging, but despite that, he persevered, and as he continued fucking my mouth, my saliva started dripping down his balls and onto the couch.

Terrified that I was going to start vomiting, I closed my eyes and concentrated on relaxing my throat, and a minute later he finally managed to push his way into it.

"Fuck that feels good... so tight..." he moaned as he held me in place while my lungs started burning for air.

Then, he released me and I pulled back, desperate to breathe.

A slimy mixture of saliva and my father's precum dripped out of my mouth and down my chest, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Instead, I buried my head between his legs, and after sucking on his balls while I tried to recover my breath, I took him into my mouth once again.

This time, my dad seemed satisfied with letting me do all the work, though, and I soon fell into a rhythm that seemed to please him.

"I must say... she is very well trained..." my dad said not long after.

"Yeah... she is special." Peter answered a moment later.

And then, the two men laughed and I felt my face burning in humiliation as I sucked on my father's cock.

"I think... its time I fucked her, though..." my dad said a moment later.

And as he did, he grabbed my hair and he pulled me back. His cock left my mouth with a loud pop and then I tried to recover my breath once more.

"Get on all fours..." my dad ordered me a moment later.

Terrified, I did as he said, turning around until I was pointing my ass at him, and then I waited in trepidation.

"Fuck she is wet..." he said a moment later as my face burned even brighter than before.

Then I froze once more as I felt him rubbing his cock over my cunt and before I could do anything, he rammed himself into me in one swift thrust.

As his cock stretched my cunt, I couldn't stop myself from moaning with lust. And though I was too ashamed to admit it, I was also too aroused to deny it., and suddenly all I could think of was his cock as it moved in me.

My dad though, wasted no time and a moment later he was fucking me roughly as I moaned under him. From time to time he would slap my ass, until it started burning and then he suddenly stopped and he pulled out, leaving me gasping for more.

But he hadn't cummed, I thought just before I felt his cock pushing against my asshole.

Knowing all too well that if I tried to resist, it would only make it more painful, I did my best to relax and soon I felt the tip of his cock disappearing inside of me as a jolt of pain ran down my back.

Wasting no time, he started fucking me once more, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust, and soon the pain faded away and I started moaning with lust.

Lost in the sensation, I didn't notice Peter moving in front of me.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and after pulling from it, he shoved his cock into my mouth.

Once more, I did my best to suck his cock, but it wasn't easy as with every thrust my dad would push me against him until I started choking.

Despite that, soon I managed to find a rhythm that allowed me to suck his cock without choking.

Trapped between the two, there was little I could do but endure, though it didn't last for long. A moment later my dad pulled out of my ass without warning and then he stood up.

"Want to double team her?" he asked Peter, who agreed enthusiastically.

Terrified, I heard as Peter laid on the floor next to me, and then my dad picked me up and he lowered me onto Peter's cock.

His cock slipped into my cunt with ease, and then my dad pushed my head down before he knelt behind me.

Before I could do anything, he forced himself back into my asshole and suddenly they both started fucking me at the same time.

A long, wailing scream escaped from me. I was trapped between them and as their cocks pumped in and out of my body, I felt a sensation of fullness that I had never experienced before.

It soon became too much, and I feared I would lose control and cum even though I knew I couldn't.

Just a minute later, though, Peter started grunting, and then he came, filling my cunt with his seed before he slipped from under me and he left my dad fucking my ass.

A moment later, my dad pulled out of my ass once again, and then he threw me to the floor before he started pumping his cock in front of my face.

I could smell my own bowels on his cock, and though I was repulsed by the idea, I had no way to stop him.

A moment later, as I laid frozen under him, he finally came and he shot his cum all over my face.

Panting and out of breath, I stood perfectly still as I felt him wiping his cock on my chin. Then he got up and he left me laying on the floor.

With my father's cum drying on my face, and Peter's dripping out of my cunt, I listed as the two men congratulated each other.

I heard a couple of beers being popped and then I heard Peter sitting on the couch as my dad sat on the armchair.

Ignoring me, they started talking about my dad's work and Peter's travel as I just laid on the floor.

I was still incredibly aroused, and for a moment I fantasized about the idea of just playing with my cunt in front of them. I didn't though, not wanting to be punished again.

I was ashamed to admit it, but I wished they could have fucked me longer. I was still afraid my dad would find it was me, but it was obvious by then that he didn't know.

It was also the first time since that night he took me to the club where I had sex and after so long I was burning for release. If not for the fresh memory of my last punishment in my mind, I would have lost control a long time ago.

Then, something seemed to change and I turned my attention to their conversation. They were silent for a moment and then my dad swallowed nervously.

"Hey... do you... remember the club we used to go? Way back when we first met?" my dad asked Peter.

"Yeah... I do." Peter answered, as his voice went from relaxed to attentive.

"I... I went back, a couple of weeks ago. I hadn't been there... well, in 15 years, more or less. I didn't even now it was still open. It was... wild. It changed, but it was also... the same place. Really wild..." he said a moment later, his voice full of longing.

"Yeah." was Peter's only answer.

"Have you gone back?" my dad asked him a moment later.

"I never stopped going, though sometimes I go more often than others." Peter answered as I started trembling softly.

Silence fell between them as I held my breath.

"I saw you, a couple of weeks ago. I was there." Peter added a moment later.

"Really? Why didn't you say anything?" my dad asked him in return.

Peter took a moment to answer, and as he did, I feared he might tell my dad the truth.

"It just... didn't seem like the right moment..." he finally said.

"Ahh... yeah." my dad answered.

I could hear my dad was getting uncomfortable as if there were something that he wanted to say but he didn't dare to.

As they both kept drinking, I tried to relax, but it was almost impossible.

Then my dad cleared his throat and then he set his bottle on the floor.

"I have... this has nothing to do with the club, but I have been very tense lately. I have too much work and I am never home. My relationship with Sarah... well, it was never great, but we always got along, you know?" he said after a while as I tensed once more.

"Now... I am never home, and when I am, I get the feeling she wants to be somewhere else. She tells me she spends most of her time with some of her girlfriends... I don't know... I get the feeling she is lying..." he added.

And as he did I started trembling once more, sure that my dad was going to pull out my mask at any moment.

"She is just a child, you know, I want her to be safe, but... it's hard to... put limits..." he finally added.

And then I heard Peter leaning closer to me before he chuckled softly.

"Well, if you want my opinion, limits never work. Especially since Sarah is not a child anymore. She is fifteen man, a young woman, and as such, she will want to explore the world on her own. Make her own decision. That sort of thing..." Peter answered a moment later.

"Yeah... that... it's her birthday today, we were supposed to do something especial and I fell asleep. When I woke up she was gone... I have no idea where she went... I really shouldn't be... here, you know?" my dad answered.

"Yeah, probably." Peter said.

And as he did, I could imagine him laughing as he told my dad I was right there on the floor.

Then I heard my dad taking a long swig from his beer once more and then he stood up.

He walked towards me and then he knelt on the floor before he flipped me over without saying a single word. Once I was laying on my back, he pushed my legs open and he rammed himself into my cunt.

I was still aroused, but even so, it hurt.

And then, as he started fucking me, I suddenly remembered that he had just fucked my asshole and I felt my skin crawling with disgust as I realized that he hadn't cleaned himself.

There was nothing I could do, though, but lay on the floor as he fucked me harder and harder.

But despite the pain, I was soon moaning loudly into the air as my body burned with lust. Desperate not to cum, I tried my best to resist, but it wasn't easy.

My dad, though, seemed to become rougher with every thrust, and soon he was pulling from my nipples as he had done on the stage. This time, the feeling only added to my growing arousal.

Once more, I did my best to resist, but soon I felt my body becoming hotter and hotter as my lust started burning out of control inside of me.

Then, I heard Peter moving and he knelt next to me.

"You can cum." he whispered a moment later.

And despite how wrong the idea of cumming as my dad fucked me felt, I looked in his direction and I nodded eagerly.

Since I didn't need to resist any longer, I relaxed my body as I held my breath. I could feel my father's cock filling my cunt as it twitched in anticipation.

And then, just a moment later, I felt my body exploding and before I knew what was happening, I came. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me until I felt I was drowning in it. As I did, my dad never stopped fucking me, which only prolonged my orgasm.

Finally, as my orgasm started to fade and the world around me slowly returned, I felt Peter's hand on my face, and before I could realize what he was doing, he pulled my blindfold off.

My eyes shot open just in time to watch my dad realize it was me he was fucking.

Suddenly, he froze in place as horror bloomed inside me. I felt humiliated and ashamed. Then my dad started grunting, I felt his cock twitching and he came inside of my cunt, just as Peter had done before.

Unable to hold his gaze any longer, I looked away, waiting for his anger to explode.

But when a few seconds passed and he didn't, I looked at him once more.

He looked more surprised than angry, and as I looked into his eyes, he pulled out of my cunt, and after whipping the tip of his cock on my thighs, he stood up and he grabbed his beer from the couch.

"Mmmmm..." he said as he stared blankly at me.

I was humiliated, and as my face burned a bright red all I could think of, was to get up and run away. I didn't though.

Instead, I just laid on the floor as my dad's cum dripped out of my gaping cunt while my body burned for more.

"You should have told me..." my dad said a moment later as he looked at Peter.

"Maybe..." Peter answered as he gave him a wry smile. "I thought you might enjoy the surprise more, though."

My dad then looked at me and he took one last sip from his beer before he left it on the coffee table.

"Yeah..." he said as he stood up and he walked towards me once more.

The two men towered at either side of me, watching me with open lust as I trembled with fear on the floor.

"When did this start?" my dad asked Peter as his eyes roamed all over my body, making me blush even harder than before.

"Since Mexico, after you got sick..." Peter answered.

Then my dad looked at me silently for a minute and I could see his mind running behind his eyes. Now he knew what I did when I wasn't around and why I had been behaving so strangely these past months.

"Is she yours? Like you said?" he asked Peter.

"Are you mine, puppy?" Peter asked me a moment later.

And as I felt their eyes on me, I nodded quickly.

"Eeeessss, aaaseerrrrr..." I mumbled through the gag.

My dad nodded slowly and then he took a deep breath and then he ran his fingers along his hair.

"I... I have to admit that I didn't expect you to go down this path... especially so young... but I... well, you are your mother's daughter after all." my dad told me a moment later.

As he said that, I looked at him in surprise, as my mom had left us when I was a baby. Or that is what he had always told me, of course, and now I realized that had all been a lie.

"Fuck... I would have never pushed you into it... I want to make that clear... You are my daughter, I would never... do that... but I didn't, did I?" he added.

Suddenly, I needed to talk and I looked into Peter's eyes, searching for pity.

He looked at me for a moment, and then he nodded. I managed to kneel between them and then Peter undid the straps holding the ring gag in place. My jaw felt stiff and sore when he pulled it out, but after stretching it a bit, I looked at my dad.

"You are not angry?" I managed to ask him.

My dad looked at me with confusion, and then his face filled with lust once more.

"No... I... I am surprised, but I am not." he said as he looked at Peter for a second.

"I... this will sound strange, but I don't see you as my daughter. Not now at least, all I see is Peter's property, kneeling on the ground with my cum dripping down between her legs." he answered as I felt a shudder running down my back.

"You are his submissive, his property, and as long as I wasn't the one that drove you to that... I thought I would feel guilty or protective because you are also my daughter, but I don't." he said as he smiled.

He stood silently for a moment, just looking at me. He was obviously aroused, I thought, and a few minutes later he got hard again and his cock pointed towards me.

"If anything, I want to fuck you again..." he added, as he licked his lips hungrily.

Suddenly I felt a wave of relief washing over me. He wasn't angry at me and that feeling of shame slowly faded away until it was replaced with lust.

I looked at my dad's cock with hunger, and before he could say anything, I crawled towards him, and then I took him into my mouth, savoring the taste of my cunt as my body burned brightly.

After that, Peter left to pour himself a drink while my dad pushed me onto my hands and knees. He slapped my ass hard, and then he rammed himself into my asshole once again.

They took turns fucking me long after midnight, and by the end, each of them had managed to cum at least a couple of times more.

Just before my dad left, they fucked me together one last time, and as they were about to cum, they pulled out of my cunt and my asshole and then stood around me. A moment later they finally came as they aimed their cocks at my face.

I knelt between them, breathing heavily as I felt their cum, coating my face until it became a mess and it started dripping down onto my breasts and my thighs.

I wasn't allowed to cum again, though, but it didn't really matter. I had my birthday present after all.

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After they finished fucking me, I was too tired to pay attention to their conversation.

All I could do was lay on the floor as I felt their cum drying on my face, something that I found strangely arousing.

I wanted to play with myself, to cum one more time, but I didn't. I didn't want to fail Peter again.

Then Peter came back into the living room after my dad was gone, and he picked me up with ease. He carried me to his room, but instead of dropping me on the bed, he lowered me onto the floor, just in front of it.

Before I could even lift my head, he cuffed my legs to the bed and then he stood up.

I wanted to sleep with him, though, and as I looked into his eyes, searching for pity, he simply smiled.

"You need a shower, my puppy... but not tonight." he said before I nodded in disappointment.

Then I rested my head on my arms and I curled into a ball, and a few minutes later I was already asleep.

After that night, my dad and Peter made some sort of arrangement and I moved in with him permanently.

After all, now that my dad knew there was nothing to hide.

They didn't ask me, of course, Peter just told me that I was moving in with him and that was it. Though moving was a strange word, as I didn't have anything there except a few changes of clothes I rarely used.

Now that I was his, though, Peter made some changes. First, he installed a metal cage in his room, just big enough for me to lay inside if I curled up tight.

If I misbehaved, or if he had to leave the house, or even if he just wanted me to, I would go in there and then he would lock me inside the cage with a small padlock.

It was humiliating, as it was obviously a dog's cage, but I didn't dare to complain, of course.

Besides that, at first, things stayed the same. I wasn't allowed to wear clothes and I was only allowed to crawl. I spent my day pleasing him, or cleaning the house, or locked up.

I wasn't allowed to cum, of course, except whenever he wanted me to, but that was very rare.

Peter, though, could still make me cum whenever he wanted. All he had to do was play with my clit while he fucked me and I would lose what little control I had on my body.

It wasn't that I didn't want to cum, of course, it was that when he forced me to cum, it was so he could punish me.

Not all punishments were as brutal as the flogging, or the wooden pony, though. A few I even enjoyed, like the time he hung my feet from the ceiling and then he fucked my throat. I had been terrified at first, but in the end, after he came on my face once more, I felt a strange sense of pride that filled me with joy.

Others, I wasn't so lucky, though.

My dad started coming from time to time. Sometimes during the night, to fuck me along with Peter, and a few on his own. It still felt strange to be fucked by my dad, but after a while, that feeling completely disappeared and I started to lose myself in the sensation of his cock filling my cunt and my ass, and of the taste of his cum.

Then, one night, Peter took me to the club again.

I was terrified, and I almost ran away when he opened up the door of the car and I saw the parking lot again.

Once we were inside, he entered me into the competition and I thought I was going to die. I felt betrayed by him, and as I looked at him I started sobbing.

Peter looked at me with a smile on his face, and then he leaned next to my face.

"You are safe, even if you lose, you won't be killed tonight..." he whispered, obviously amused.

Incredulous, I looked at him for a whole minute.

"Really?" was all I managed to say as I wiped my face around the mask with the back of my hand.

"Yes. Though... if I were you I would do my best not to lose..." he added a moment later.

I nodded slowly, obviously relieved that I wasn't going to die, though still worried about what I would have to face that night.

A minute later he led me to the stage. Once there, someone cuffed my hands behind me, and then the host, the same man as before, ordered me to go up. I did as I was told, and soon I was kneeling on stage with two other girls, one at either side.

They looked terrified, and just like before, the lights pointed at us were blindingly bright, and they made it impossible to see beyond the edge of the stage.

A moment later the host climbed onto the stage and he explained the rules of the game.

There would be three competitions that night. After each, we would be awarded points depending on our result. The first would get 25 points, the second 18 points, and the third only 15.

The one with fewer points at the end would lose.

All around us, I could hear people murmuring and cheering as I did my best to stay still.

Then three men came on stage. They were naked and already hard. One of them stopped in front of me and then he gave me a cold look.

He was a young man, maybe in his early twenties. He was tall and muscular, though his cock was a bit smaller than Peter's.

Then the host looked at us and he told us that our task was to make our men cum using only our mouths. The fastest would win, of course.

That made me feel a bit more confident, though I shouldn't have.

After the competition started, I took his cock into my mouth and I started sucking him as hard as I could. I had plenty of practice with Peter and now my dad, of course, but to my dismay, after a few minutes I looked up into his eyes and he looked at me more bored than anything else.

Terrified, I redoubled my efforts, but a moment later the girl on my left started whimpering. I turned my eyes towards her just in time to see the man cumming inside her mouth.

Desperate, I looked into the eyes of the man I was blowing and I pushed myself into his cock, desperate to get him to cum.

He looked more amused than anything else, but as I felt his cock pooping into my throat, he started moaning, and not long after he finally came, shooting his cum deep into my throat.

Exhausted, I pulled back as watched him grinning above me.

Thankfully, the girl on my right hadn't managed to make his man cum, so she was the last.

The host came back onto the stage and then he awarded us with our points.

The girl on my left, the winner, got 25 points. I got 18 for my second place, and the girl on my right only got 15.

At some point, some had placed a small whiteboard next to us, and as he wrote our points down, I looked at the other girls, feeling pity for them.

Then it was time for the next challenge. A couple of waitresses dragged a big wooden pole on a base in front of each of us.

From them, at head height, there was a big black dildo. It was comically huge, longer than my arm, and even thicker than it. Someone had painted a scale on the side, going from F at the tip to an A+ at the base. I looked at it and I couldn't stop myself from laughing nervously.

Then the host pointed at us, and he explained that our task was to deepthroat the dildos. We had one minute, and the one to go the deepest would win.

Terrified, I looked into his eyes, waiting for him to tell me that it was all a joke. It was too big, there was no way I was going to managed to get it into my throat I thought, not unless I wanted to choke.

But the host simply smiled back, and a moment later he pulled out a watch from his pocket and he started counting.

Despite my fear, I was desperate to win, so I leaned forwards and I took the tip into my mouth.

It was huge, though, and my first problem was opening my mouth wide enough for the shaft to fit through. When I managed that, I sucked it deep into my mouth until it bumped into the back of my throat, but when I started gagging, I had to pull back.

Then the girl on my left started making a wet, gurgling sound and when I looked towards her I saw the dildo halfway into her mouth, her lips wrapped just over the C.

But it quickly became too much for her, and before she could pull back she started puking. Vomit shot around the dildo and out of her nose, and as she pulled back desperately, she started coughing a dark, slimy mixture of saliva and her own vomit.

Swallowing nervously, I returned my attention to my own dildo and I started sucking it deeper and deeper, desperately trying to relax my throat. When I started gagging, I stopped for a moment and then stood still, trying to get used to the sensation before I continued.

But it was too big, I thought desperately, and with the dildo halfway down my throat, it became too much and I had to pull back before I started puking.

Then the time was up and I looked at the host in panic.

I wasn't able to see how deep I went, and suddenly I feared I had lost.

The host walked around us for a moment and then he pointed at the girl on my right as the winner. I got second place again, and the girl on my left was last.

As I tried to recover my breath, he awarded us our new points, and then he stopped to look at the results.

"Ohhhh... look at that..." he said, obviously amused. "Someone is in deep trouble..."

And as he did, he looked at me and I started trembling.

Then he added all our points and I realized that I was last with 36 points, and the two other girls were tied, each with 40 points.

Then he acted as if he was doing some math in his head and he turned towards the public.

"This is getting tense!" he said as he laughed. "This slave needs to wins this challenge or she will become the looser."

And as he did, he once more pointed at me. I felt a shudder running down my back and then I looked at the whiteboard as I desperately tried to find a mistake that wasn't there.

Terrified, I looked at the other two girls. They were looking at me with a mixture of relief and pity.

Then it was time for the last challenge, and once more the three waitresses came onto the stage, and they dragged the stands away.

When they returned, they pushed us face down onto the stage and then they used another set of cuffs to lock our feet together. Finally, they pulled out feet and hands together, and then they joined the two sets of cuffs using a small metal padlock.

The position forced us to bend ourselves backward. It was painful and very restrictive.

Then they placed a set of keys in front of us, and just before they left, they slipped a blindfold over our masks.

Swallowing nervously, I waited for the host, but I already knew what I had to do.

A moment later the host told us that our final task was to free ourselves. There was no time limit, but the last one to get the two cuffs off would be the loser.

Then he gave us the signal to start and I started moving. Bound as I was, all I could do was squirm towards the key as fast as I could, but it was difficult and exhausting.

After a minute, I managed to find the keys with my shoulder, and then I moved a little further before I rolled over onto my back, hoping to grab them with my hands.

But once I rolled, I couldn't find them again, no matter how much I tried.

I started to get nervous and my hands trembled, I desperately looked around the floor for the keys.

Growing desperate, I lost a few minutes just searching for the keys, and when I finally managed to find them I felt a sense of relief washing over me.

It was short-lived, however, as I soon realized that I had no way to twist my hands to reach the padlock. No matter how much I struggled, it seemed impossible, and soon I was grunting in pain as I tried to twist my wrist far enough to reach it.

Then, just on my left, I heard a cry of joy and something heavy fell on the floor.

I stood paralyzed for a second and then I heard a loud metal click, followed by a second.

Frozen in place, I heard the girl on my right grunting and then I realized that she had unlocked herself.

Defeated, I dropped my keys and then I laid my head on the cold, hard floor.

I had lost, obviously, but despite that, the host took his time adding all our points as I sobbed quietly.

Finally, he awarded the other girls with first and second place, and me with the third.

Still blindfolded, I heard them jumping off the stage just as someone picked me up from the floor with ease.

They release me from my bonds, but I was far from free. Then they pulled my blindfold off and I saw a wooden sawhorse standing in the center of the stage and I started panicking.

It looked just like the one Peter had, and the idea of sitting on it again, and worse, on stage, was terrifying.

But despite my struggles, the man holding me dragged me towards it, and then to my surprise he pushed my back against the beam and then tied my feet apart, each to one leg.

Then he grabbed my hair and he pulled back, forcing me to bend my back once more before he tied my hands to the beam. Finally, he wrapped a rope around my neck, and he tied it to the beam. It was tight enough that I couldn't lift my head, but not tight enough that it would choke me.

The position left my sex exposed, though, and it didn't take me long to imagine a line of men fucking me as I laid defenseless.

Terrified, I looked around me, only to see a waitress walking towards me. She was holding a ring gag, not unlike the one Peter used on me from time to time.

With practiced ease, she shoved it into my mouth, and then she closed the strap behind my back.

Then, I looked to my other side and I saw another girl, dragging a small brazier, full of red hot coals. She set it next to me and then the host returned. He looked at me for a second and then he caressed my face almost tenderly.

As I watched with horror, he then pulled a long steel rod from the fire. The tip was glowing a dull red, and after showing it to the public, he pressed it against my pubis.

A hot, searing sensation exploded in my mind as the brand burned my flesh. Desperate, to escape, I pulled from my bond as hard as I could but it was useless.

Then the pain kept increasing until I had to close my eyes as tears streamed down my face. It didn't help, though, and soon I felt my teeth sinking into the hard rubber of the gag as I bit desperately.

I was screaming too, a long, wailing scream of agony that scared even me. Sweat started pouring down my body and then the smell of grilling meat filled my nose.

Despite the pain, my mouth started watering and it took me a second to realize that was me. It smelled delicious. I smelled delicious, my tortured mind said, though the idea was deeply disturbing.

Then I saw the host holding the branding iron in front of me. The text was flipped, of course, but after a while, I managed to read the words.

It read "MASTER'S MEAT" in a big, stylized font, and I suddenly realized that from then on, it would always be there, visible to whoever saw me naked.

The idea was both terrifying and incredibly arousing to me.

Then the pain started to fade away, leaving behind a dull throbbing sensation that seemed to spread from my pubis all the way to my fingers and my toes.

And strangely enough, now that it was over, I felt relieved and even happy.

I was left alone for a minute, though, and then two girls climbed on stage, and a line of men formed in front of them.

I had to twist my neck to one side if I wanted to see, and it took me a moment to realize that Peter was the first one. He was naked, and as he grabbed the girl's head, he rammed his cock into her mouth and she started blowing him.

It felt strange to see him getting blown by another girl, but I knew there was nothing I could do but watch.

Then, as his movement became faster and faster, he pulled out of her mouth and he walked towards me. He stopped between my legs and as he pumped his cock he finally came. His cum spurted onto my pubis, dripping over my still tender brand as he smiled in satisfaction.

The sensation was intoxicating, and soon the other men did the same. One by one they would get blown and then they would come to me to cum on my pubis. After a while, a few started cumming in my face too, and then on my belly and my breasts.

By the time they finally released me, I was covered in cum, and though I was exhausted and sore, as the two girls helped me to get off the stage, I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

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