Misadventures of a Thief

The big man of the first night appeared in the common room and greeted Vargas. "Hey, I just come from Madame Rouge and she told me, that new recruit had been working for her last night." He placed a purse on the table. He then saw bringing the bone to Baldwin. "And I see, she is getting more training as Bitch. Will send her back up for tonight?"

Vargas grinned. "Hey Ruben, we will bring her back to the brothel shortly." The two thieves talked, while Felina had to continuously retrieve the bone for Baldwin and the others.

"Okay, that's enough, I will take her upstairs to the brothel." Vargas said. "Come here, Felina." Vargas took her improvised leash. At the door he pulled a bag over her head, after he had made a hole for the leash. The bag was secured with a cord around her neck. "Leave this on." He instructed her, before he guided Felina through a corridor to the spiral staircase, which went up all the way to the warehouse, that was standing above the Guild's hideout.

On top Vargas walked his human dog across the courtyard to the back entrance of the brothel. It was Madame Rouge personally, who opened the door. "Ah, Vargas. Are you bringing  me my newest whore. Where is..." Madame Rouge trailed off, when she saw Felina at Vargas feet.

Madame Rouge held out her hand for the leash. "Thank you." She pulled Felina inside and closed the door in Vargas' face.

"Sally!" Madame Rouge shouted and the whore stuck her ha5d out of a room. "Clean her up!  And bring her to the basement afterwards." She handed the leash to Sally, who guided Felina to the Bathroom, in which Polly was already washing her hair. Polly got a lot of soapy water in her moth and nostril, when she saw Felina crawling in the room  and start laughing, so hard that her head dipped in the water.

The whores remove the weight, the boots, the bag and all clamps from Felina, but they left her hands connected to her collar and the leash on her nose ring. They used the string to pull her head frequently underwater, while they washed her.

Polly also extracted the carrot from Felina's ass, pressing it against Felina's lips afterwards. "Take a bite of the dirty carrot, Savage".

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Felina shuddered as she heard she would be required to go to the Brothel again. One part of her feared it, feared to be at the mercy of Madame Rouge and her whores… but another part of her thought it would be easier to escape from the whore’s dormitory than from the catacombs and the guildsmen. Her opinion was never asked anyway. To stay in character and not wake up suspicion, she complained and begged to be given another chance. She could only whisper though so her voice went mostly unnoticed.

The awful bag was tied back over her head and she was then led, still walking on her bruised elbows and knees, up an endless spiral staircase. With the nose leash, she had no way to resist. It was just too painful. Some more crawling and she heard Madame Rouge’s voice, just before Vargas removed the bag from head. She was puffy and red and sweaty underneath, looking very miserable with her nose ring and bloodshot eyes.

Moments later she was back to the bathroom, in the hands of Sally and Polly, who freed her from everything except for the nose leash and her wrists connected to her collar. This was enough to put her at their total mercy. She had to follow their every order or get punished with a vengeful nose yank.

She climbed in the tub and tried to relax as they washed her from all the filth accumulated during the day. They actually had to change the water twice as she was so dirty. While cleaning her, the two whore did not lose an occasion to humiliate her or to make fun of her. They shoved her head under the water until she was almost drowned, they pushed the soap bar into her mouth, they poured shampoo into her eyes. One of the worst things was when they forced her to eat the carrot that had been marinating in her ass for some time now. The poor Felina could not do anything to protect herself, except whispering pleas that fell into deaf ears.

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After the whores had cleaned Felina, they led her by her leash to a door in the corridor. When Sally opened the door a stairway leading to the basement was revealed. At the base of the stairs was an other heavier, soundproofed door, behind it was a big cellar illuminated by the torches mounted around the pillars. There were many cages, hooks and wooden furniture, some with a naked women already tied to it. In one corner was even a waterwheel slowly turning. The brothel was about to open and the whores assigned to the basement for the night were put in place by the male, muscular assistants of Madame Rouge. Some whores were pleading, but that only earned them a slap or two.

The mistress was standing under pulley mounted to the ceiling near the stairs that led up to the bar room, she took the leash from Polly and guided Felina directly under the pulley, from which two chains hung. Madame Rouge locked one chain to Felina's collar, only then did she untie string from Felina's nose ring. The mistress turned to the grinning pair of whores. "I heard, that Felina spent the last night in the stable thanks to you, Polly." The whores snickered. "Therefor, you will spend this night with Felina." Polly paled and made a step back, to bounce against a muscular helper, who grabbed her arm. "Sally, get me collar and cuffs!" "Yes, mistress." The other whore hurried away to fetch the items, while the helper ripped away the simple dress, that Polly had been wearing. "Please, Mistr.. Argh." Madame Rouge silenced Polly with a slap.

When Sally returned, Polly was fitted with a collar and cuffs similar to Felina's. The second chain was locked to her collar. Polly and Felina were placed back to back and their hands were lifted up behind them at about night degrees, before locked to the collar of the other woman. Their arms pushed them apart, which increased the pull of the chain on their collars. "Let's see, if you two will become friends, when the clients arrive." Madame Rouge said before she left. An assistant place a shield next the tip box, which read. "5 cooper 1 Minute. 1 silver 3 Minutes." Next to it was a low table with a small selection of whips, floggers and canes.

It took not long before the first sadistic clients found their way in the basement and read the sign.

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Felina shuddered as she was led down the staircase, past the impressive prison door. Behind it was a dungeon, complete with all kinds of torture instruments. So, that was the Basement!

“Please, Madame Rouge, no need to put me here.I’ve understood the lesson. I’ll do my best in the cage…” She was interrupted by a vicious slap.

When she heard that Polly would pass the night in the Basement too, she could not suppress a grin. Polly glared at her, obviously furious.

Moments later, they were both chained to the ceiling and to each other’s collar, forced on the ball of their feet and with their arms uncomfortably contorted high behind their back. It seemed they would be offered for whip practice. Felina was shocked. Were they really people vicious enough to pay to whip a poor helpless girl?

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Even before the first client came down the stairs, Polly started to staggered to side, trying surreptitiously to turn them, so that Felina would be facing towards the first customer.

If her efforts go unnoticed, it was Felina, who was facing the first client.  If not and Felina held her ground, Polly would seize her effort, until the first client was standing in front of them. She would then trying to grab Felina's nose ring. It was an awkward angle with her wrist connect to Felina's neck, but the ring was in reach and Polly could feel it with her finger tips. Once she had the ring, she would be able to have under control Felina and have her take all blows.

The first man placed  five copper coins in the box and picked up the flogger to whip the tits of the woman that was closest to him.

The sound of the flogger and the struggling,tied together women soon attracted more clients, who had come down the stair. And seeing that both women fought against each other to evade the flogger, they cheered them on. Also the next customer, who bought the privilege to whip them for a minute used the general area as the first man instead on the other side. And so it was always only the women facing the tip box, who got hit.

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Felina was trying to cope with the uncomfortable bondage when she felt Polly trying to maneuver her so that the bound thief would be facing the room. She was revolted by such treacherousness. As bondage mates, they should help each other. She resisted, counteracting the sidewards pressure by her own effort. Felina was a bit shorter and lighter than Polly but she was also stronger, and none of the girl had much leverage on the situation. She was able to go back to a neutral position.

The first customer arrived, standing to their side and getting ready to whip them. At this moment, Felina felt a Polly’s hands sliding along the sides of her own neck, her fingers grabbed her cheeks, reached towards her nose, and suddenly she managed to lock one finger in her nose ring. She pulled hard, causing an explosion of pain in Felina’s nose. Blinded by the pain, Felina staggered and her rival used that moment to push to the side. Felina found herself facing the customer. Lashes rained on her exposed breasts, adding to the pain in her face. She hissed in agony, staggering on the ball of her feet while Polly tried to keep her position, using the redhead as a living shield.

Felina tried to recover the situation but Polly had hooked her finger firmly in her nose ring. Whenever the thief tried a push, her ring was twisted painfully. Soon her entire front, from neck to thighs was criss-crossed with whip marks, while Polly had only been hit by random lashes.

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After she had overseen the opening of the brothel, Madame Rouge wandered in the basement. When she saw Felina being whipped, she stepped closer. "Oh, you took all the attention. Did you not want to share with Polly." She asked rhetorically. The mistress had spotted the finger in Felina's nose ring. "Let me change that." She took a flogger and stood in front of Polly and began methodically to whip her, while the customers continued to work on Felina. Polly finger tugged with every blow on Felina's septum.

Madame Rouge told the customers to not buy new whipping time. And so after every one had used up their time, she looked at Polly. "You have some unfair advantage. Let me change that. Get me a needle and some rings." "No please." Slap. "Mistress, I am sorry." Slap. Behind Felina, Polly was struggling, but it was in vain. The piercing needle was soon in Madame Rouge's hand and she gripped Polly's head with an iron grip. The whore screamed and sobbed, when the piercing were inserted in her nose and nipples.

"Okay, now that is better. Gentlemen, the whores are yours again."

Piercing Polly had attracted larger crowd, which was now eager to pay for a whip. The whipping of the tied up women resumed again but only from one side. So despite the pain in her nose and nipples, Polly tried again to force Felina to take the brunt of the lashes by pushing her to the crowd.

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Felina hissed and gasped with each lash. She had never been whipped before and was shocked by the pain it caused. She was also afraid it would leave permanent marks on her smooth skin. Alas, there was no way she could get some relief as Polly kept torturing her nose.

At last Madame Rouge came to her rescue and stopped the whipping. Felina was panting and sweating and grunting with her broken voice. She could not see what was happening behind her and she did not care. All that counted was that the whips no longer landed on her and she tried to recover her breath and cope with the fiery pain that came from every welt. She heard Polly plead, and then scream out loud, just before the whipping started again.

Could it be possible that Polly’s nose had been ringed too? Trying to focus her pain-drowned mind, had the vague impression that the Mistress had ordered for a needle to be brought. Felina started to explore her companion’s face and indeed, she found a ring. She took hold of it and yanked, while trying to force their couple to turn around. It was a fight for dominance, both girls bracing on their pointed feet, pushing on their legs, while the whip continued to lash them. At last Felina’s strength began to have an effect. Polly became easier to whip. She began to yelp and moan and scream.

The customers found it funnier to whip Polly because she made real sounds of pain, compared to Felina who could only hiss and whisper. The pair continued to rotate slowly, until it was Polly’s turn to be completely exposed while Felina was protected.

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Polly's fingers scratched and clawed at Felina's cheek and skin and pulled on her hair, trying to get a hold again of the nose ring of her opponent. Also between her screams, she tried to bite Felina's finger. Her teeth touched Felina's knuckles, but she could not close her mouth. When the whips landed fully on her front Polly instinctively moved back and she touched Felina's leg, that gave her an idea. Despite all the pain Polly raised her leg and kick blindly backward hoping to hit Felina and cause her to shift to the side, where she would be exposed to the lashes as well.

The small crowd loved the struggle between the two whores and soon two factions formed, cheering for Polly and the other cheering for Felina.

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As soon as Felina felt Polly’s effort to regain control, she shook her head, lifted her chin, trying to get her nose ring out of her reach. At the same time, she twisted and pulled on her opponent’s own ring. She kept her feet as wide apart as she could without strangling herself too much, so that she could best resist Polly’s attempts to rotate.

What she did not expect was a vicious back kick. That one hit her behind her knee, making her lose her balance. She fell to one side, strangling herself. She tried to look down at what had hit her, involuntarily bringing her nose in range of Polly’s fingers. At the same time though, in a reflex movement of panic, she tried to clench her fist, which yanked brutally on her opponent’s nose ring.

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Polly screamed, when her nose ring was savagely yanked down and to the side by Felina's closing fist. With Felina balance off and Polly struggling madly, the pair began to rotate slowly. Polly felt the nose ring on her fingers, but there was also pain exploding form her own nose ring and she did not close her finger around it in time. The whore kick backwards trying to inflict some kind of pain to her opponent.

With her head pulled down, Polly got a small patch of skin from the back of Felina's hand between her teeth and she bit down hard, drawing blood.

They had turned enough and now also Felina get some of the lashes against her side.

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It took Felina some time to recover her footing, by which time both girls received the whipping on their exposed flank. She lifted her nose up to avoid her ring being gripped again. Alas, Polly’s bite forced her to let go of the ring too.

The two girls were now on an equal footing. They had learned how to protect their rings and the fight evolved into a combat of back-kicks and tug-of-war as each one tried to get the best position. The pair rotated slowly back and forth, neither succeeding in recovering total control. As a consequence, both painsluts suffered badly from the whip lashes that could now reach their backs as much as their fronts, decorating them with red lines all over their skins.

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Madame Rouge let the two whores fight each other a few more minutes, before she called a halt to the whipping, after it was clear that neither could gain an advantage. "Gentlemen, give us a few minutes and we have these sluts in a new interesting position." A few spectators left to find another attraction, but most stayed to watch, when Madame Rouge instructed her assistants to release the women from the chains and each other.

Polly stared hatefully at Felina and would have probably attacked her, if she had not been held back by a muscular man. Polly now had also a nose ring and a smaller ring in each nipple.

The assistants brought two heavy, wooden leg stocks, stand with a horizontal pole with rounded ends, two metal hooks with a big ball at the end and some rope and chains. The women were made to kneel facing each other, the stand with the poles between them. Their ankles were secured in the stocks. Then their faces were pushed towards the pole that was now about on mouth high. They were forced to open their mouths and take the tip of the pole in their mouths. The tip was touching the back of their mouths, when their nose rings could be linked together, so if one of them pulled back, the pole had to go deeper in the other's mouth. Also their nipples rings were linked together by short chains. Next was the rope and the hooks. The rope was tied to their wrist cuffs, then threaded trough a ring on the ceiling and then down to the hook, that had been shoved in the other woman's anus. So if one woman lowered her arms, it would pull on the other one's ass hook and vice versa.

Their heads had been held by the hair in the initial position until everything was in place. When the man holding their hair let go, Polly immediately tried to mouth back a bit, so she could breath more freely. Only to find Felina hold her back by the nose ring.

Madame Rouge announced that the painsluts could be caned by the spectators. For 3 coopers they got one hit on thighs or ass and for 5 coppers one hit on the soles of the feet. For a silver a weight could be added to the nipple chains.

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Felina had already had a preview of Madame Rouge cruelty but this new instalment really showcased her creativity. Felina was scared and angry at the same time. She had been through a lot of torture already, but this one seemed particularly cruel. The pole between her mouth and that of her companion was uncomfortable and she could feel it pushing against the back of her throat every time they moved or struggled against their bonds. The rope pulled painfully on her wrists as she tried to move them away from the hook in her partner's ass. As she pulled, so did Polly as a vengeance, so that finally the two rivals decided to keep their arms as high as possible behind their backs.

When their hair was released, Polly immediately tried to gain an advantage but Felina had been expecting it so she immediately clamped her teeth on the rod, blocking any movement. The women’s face were close to each other, their noses being only a few inches apart. They glared at each other, grimacing with anger, pain and determination. Both girls were drooling profusely as the rod irritated their glottis, causing them to retch and salivate. The string connecting their nose rings was taut, the rings were pulled horizontally, straining on the fresh piercing.

Felina growled around the rod and suddenly yanked on her arms while retracting her torso backwards. She was ready, if Polly got taken aback, to pull backward with her head too, to impale her rival’s throat on thick rod and to clench her teeth again to prevent her from pulling back.

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When Felina pulled her torso back, the nipple chain pulled on Polly's freshly pierced nipples. The whore let out a gargled scream. Opening her mouth wider for a fraction of a second with was enough for Felina to pull her head back and the pole was now pressing in to Polly's throat. The whore clamped her teeth down on the pole again to avoid  having it pushed deeper in her throat. Her eyes widened in panic, while she thought to get enough air past the invader in her throat. She pulled on the rope and strings connecting her to Felina to get her to relent.

The men standing around loved the struggle of the women and the first coins landed in the tip box. "Hit the red head on her fat ass!" Someone shouted from the crowd, when the first man step up holding a cane. The man grinned and took aim. He landed a hard blow on Felina's bottom. Followed by a second and third in quick succession. The man had paid nine cooper coins to get three hits at once.  He handed the cane to the next one, who used it once on Felina's soles.

Polly saw the man was about to hit Felina with the cane, so she timed her next pull with impact of the rod on Felina's butt, hoping that Felina could not keep her teeth closed.

The man liked to see the women struggling against each other, so most of the cane hits were aimed to the women, who had the current advantage, measured by how deep the pole was in her mouth. Over time also a few silver coins were paid to add some weights to the nipple chains.

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Felina shuddered as she heard a customer getting ready to hit her butt. She clenched her teeth hard on the pole, bracing for the impact. She grunted and jerked, but managed to keep her hold tight, despite Polly’s tugging on her nose. She Resisted through the three spanks, each harder than the previous one.

There was a change of hand and Felina took some deep breaths through her flaring nostrils, getting ready for another assault. This one took her by surprise as it hit her exposed soles. She hissed in pain and gasped, releasing her grip on the rod. This was quickly taken advantage of by Polly, who pulled back and forced the rod to go all the way down the redhead’s throat. Felina’s eyes bulged as she gagged and retched and choked, while more slaps landed on her feet. With her throat so painfully raped by the unyielding wooden stick, she could not clench her teeth anymore but had to keep her mouth wide open to get a bit of air to her lungs.

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Polly had a triumphant look on her face, when she could breath more free with rod only half way in her mouth and saw her opponent unable to bite down again, while choking on wooden shaft. The whore bit down hard determined not to let the pole slip back in her throat, when the next man stepped to her side to cane her ass. Polly groaned but kept her teeth closed around the shaft, when the cane left a red welt on her ass. The whore even began to repeatedly yank on the rope that was connected to the hook in Felina's ass.

Madame Rouge was observing all, ready to intervene should one of the women be at risk of being choked to death by the pole in her throat. It was too early to use either one, they both were for now still more valuable alive than dead.

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Felina grunted desperately around the pole, a foaming froth pouring out of her gaping mouth while bubbles ran from her flared nostrils. Her eyes bulged out. The sounds she made were the ugliest a human could do. She grunted again when her anus was stretched by several yanks. The muscles in her neck protruded like ropes, they bulged in her legs and arms. She tried to yank on Polly’s anal hook too as this was the only thing she could do. Despite how deep the rod her penetrated her throat, the sounds she made proved that she was still able to get a trickle of air, enough to keep her alive while slowly depriving her of all strength and stamina.

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Feeling tugs in her own ass, Polly increased her efforts. Despite the pain in her nose and nipples, Polly leaned back into the cane hits, hoping, when she made the other woman pass out from lack of oxygen, that they would stop. To pull Felina back Polly had to open her teeth again, but instead of directly pulling back she gave some slack to the string, before she pulled back with more force. The whore screamed from the self inflicted pain, but kept steadily pulling back.

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The lack of oxygen made Felina’s head become increasingly fuzzy while the strength bled out of her limbs. She had trouble focusing on the grimacing face of her opponent. She could feel her laboured breath wafting against her own sweaty face. At some point, she felt some slack on her nose ring. She opened her teeth to try to use this opportunity. Alas, Polly too used it, and she had more energy in store. Felina’s hiss of pain was suddenly interrupted as the rod penetrated even deeper down her throat, stretching it, blocking it.

Her limbs jerked incoherently, her face turned red, her eyes were reduced to mere slits as her skin grew puffy around them. Her belly had frantic spasms as she tried to suck air into her craving lungs, but none came. Growing weaker and weaker, she could not pull herself back. Her grunts grew weaker, turned to hiccups. She was no longer kneeling straight but was lumping against the pole, her own pushing herself on it. The rod went even deeper. She had a few more spasm. Her face took a horrible shade of purple, her eyes rolled up as throat mucus poured out of her nostrils.

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At this point Madame Rouge stepped in. She cut the string connecting the nose ring. Polly's mouth came off the pole immediately and she coughed out a large ball of mucus. The whore grinned seeing the rolled up easy and the weakening spasm of her limbs.

Madame Rouge pushed Felina's mouth of the the rod, giving her a few slaps to wake her up again. "You stay with us, we have only just started." She said when Felina's eyelids fluttered. Madame Rouge turned to Polly. "You almost killed her. No, let's see if you get any mercy from her."

The mistress instructed her assistants to untied the two whores. Then she explained her next plan. Polly was to be hung up by the ankles with arms tied behind her back. For Felina was a type of pillory brought out. The three holes for her wrists and neck were facing upwards instead of forward. When Felina was locked in, she had to awkwardly  half squat, her back slightly bent. A fat vertical pole was pushed a couple of centimeters into the entrance of her sex. A rope was tied around her waist and was fixed, so that it pulled her down on the pole. Through a ring on the ground, it is connected to Polly's neck. The rope was tightened, so that Polly was being choke, while the pole was barely inside Felina. If Felina impaled herself on the pole, Polly would be able to breath more freely. A string was connected via a ring on the sealing between Polly's wrist and Felina's nipple rings. If Polly lowered her hands behind her back, she would tug on Felina's nipple. Also the two women had been placed, so that they were facing each other. 

Polly, realizing that she was at Felina's mercy now, tried to plead with Felina, but her throat was constricted by the rope. "Pleachh. Kekch meh breachhh!" Polly even lifted her arms, so that she was not tugging on Felina's nipple.

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It took some time for Felina to be revived to full lucidity. By then she was locked in the pillory and she felt something big and hard pressing at the entrance of her vagina. Her throat was even more painful than before and her breathing was raspy. It was difficult for her to keep that squatting position but she did not want to sit on that thing she felt against her narrow pussy, so she squirmed and shifted her weight, trying to stand up.

She did not realise immediately that, doing so, she was preventing Polly from breathing. However, even when she understood it from the anguished pleas her rival tried to articulate, she could not bother less. If she had to choose between her virginity, her dignity and that merciless whore’s life, she chose herself as, she was sure, Polly would have done too in her place.

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When Polly realized Felina was not going to let her get some air. She spent all remaining strength pulling down on the string attached to Felina's nipple. But she was ready weakened and it was not more than a tug, while her face turn blue and her swollen tongue pushed out her mouth. Madame Rouge waited for Felina to cave in and let the other woman breath. But the new girl never flattered. Was there even a small grin, when Polly began to spasm?

Madame Rouge gave the signal and Polly was quickly lowered and untied. Two men carried her limp body of through a door. Felina was left in her position. Another rope was tied to the rope, that had been around Polly's neck. This one was a going through a pulley in the ceiling. At the other end was a oversized weighing pan. Madame Rouge still wanted to give the clients the satisfaction to see Felina impaled on the fat pole, but now the spectators could buy weights to be put in the pan to increase the force pulling Felina down.

The weight started to stack as more and more chipped in a few coins to small weights. Madame Rouge thought to late, that she should have had the paying customer put the coins directly on the weighing pan instead of weights. With time, even that would have caused to Felina get impaled sooner or rather than later.

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Felina grinned at Polly as her face was deformed by her strangulation. When the whore was freed and taken away, the redhead lived it as a victory and it made her feel a little better.

That was short-lived though as soon she found herself having to fight the weight. After having squatted above the fat wooden dildo for quite some time, her legs were tired and trembling. But whenever she felt the wood stretch her hole a little bit, it gave her a bit of energy that allowed her to pull her crotch higher.

There was a limit to her strength though and as exhaustion and gravity allied against her, she began to falter. Bit by bit, her sex slid down, impaling itself on the rough wooden cock. Her vagina was tight, very tight. She had sometimes tried to push one finger into it and it had been a painful experience. That thing waiting between her thighs was a monster almost as big as her fist. It would destroy her, tear her apart.

It was pointy though so that its head could spread and penetrate her. It was unlubricated and as her own vagina was dry too, the progression was incredibly painful. The wood lance stretched the entrance to her vagina and for sometimes she managed to “sit” on it but as more weight was added, she began to sink deeper. It was a bit as though she was being raped by all the men in the room, who paid to add weights to the bucket.

As she was squatting lower, she had less strength in her thighs and her fall accelerated. She was groaning and grunting and whispering pathetic pleas as she felt her vagina getting torn apart. Suddenly there was a sharp pain as her hymen was perforated. She winced and gasped, and almost fainted. However, from that point, her own blood acted as a lubricant and she sank faster and deeper on the huge cunt destroyer.

She was stopped when her chin was pressed hard against the top of the pillory. Her neck was strangely stretched but she could not go any lower. She did not dare to move. She had no more strength in her legs anyway and could not have pushed herself up, even if the bucket had been removed. She was anchored to the floor by her own vagina.

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When Felina had sank as low as the pillory allowed, the crowd started to lose interest in her. The clients started disperse in the room, looking for another way to satisfy their cravings. After a while Madame Rouge returned. "How are you doing my dear." She asked, stroking Felina's head. "Let me see, if we can remove a few things." Before the pillory was unlocked, a ring gag was forced in Felina's mouth, her ankles were secured to the ground and her wrists cuffed behind her back. Then the pillory was removed, so that clients, who wanted to use Felina's mouth for a few copper coins, had better access.

Some just grabbed Felina's head and fucked her throat mercilessly, with no regard that the wooden dildo inside her vagina pressed against her insides, when they yanked her around. Others wanted Felina to do the work, just holding her by her hair, occasionally twisting a piercing to encourage her to take them deeper.

That was how Felina spent the rest of her shift. Impaled on the wooden shaft. The weights still pulling her down and her legs to weak to lift herself off in the short breaks between the oral rapes.

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Felina’s grimaces of agony were so horrible that she was almost unrecognisable. The ring gag deformed her face even more. She was dripping with her own sweat. Once the pillory was removed, she tried to stand up to release her throbbing vagina. Alas, she had no more strength in her legs and her sex was so dry and so stretched that she had the impression that she would turn herself inside out if she succeeded. She could only continue to sink deeper on the giant cock.

While it happened, her mouth was used and abused, throat fucked, her face as covered in sperm and her stomach bloated with it. Those who did not skull-fucked her twisted her rings until she moved by herself. Sometimes she lost her balance and would have tripped over had she not been impaled on the wooden cock. She continued to sink on it until her buttocks rested on the cold stone.

She wanted to die. She hoped the cock would reach her heart and puncture it. Her whole body ached and there seemed to be no hope of a pause in her torture.

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After what seemed hours, the action in the dungeon started to simmer down and with it also the amount of cocks, that demanded to be sucked, decreased. When the clients had left, two of the male employees came to release all of Felina's restraint. "Get up!"  One ordered her and kicked her leg. He would pull her on the nose ring, if she had trouble to get up. If that also did not help, he and his buddy would grip her by the arms and pulled her of the wooden shaft embedded in her vagina. Seeing the blood smeared on the shaft, they would alert Madame Rouge, who looked at the amount of blood, which was too little to come from a serious internal injury. She laughed at the men. "You have never taken virginity? Savage just had her first time with this wooden pole." She gripped Felina's chin to look her in the eyes. "You should have told me, that you were a virgin. We could have arrange something special for your first time."

"Bring her to her sleeping place. She has earned some rest." Madame Rouge told the men. They dragged Felina to the same door, that Polly had been taken to. Behind it was a room full of small cages. There was a bottom row and the top row.  They opened a door of a cage at the bottom and shoved Felina into it. The cage was not big enough for her to stretch out or sit up right, but large enough, that Felina could turn around. Some of the other cages in the room were occupied by other whores, who had been abused in the dungeon. Also the cage above Felina had occupant. It was Polly, who appeared to be alive. Her eyes were closed, but her rattling breathing could be heard.

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At last the inhuman fucking of her face was finished. However, there was no way she could extirpate herself alone from the wooden cock. Even pulling on her nose ring could not do it. She just was too weak for that, too exhausted. They had to pull her off by her arms. Her tight vagina was inverted out following the wooden cock and they had to push the prolapsus back inside.

She was too weak and shocked to do much. They had to drag her and shove her inside a cage, just under Polly’s. Felina squirmed a bit, moving her heavy limbs with difficult in an attempt to find a comfortable position. That was impossible though. The cage was too small for her to spread herself. She had to remain curled, her head bent, feeling thick metal bars pressing against her skin from all directions. All she hoped was that she would be left alone so that she could at last try to grab a few hours of sleep. She was almost deliring from exhaustion and agony.

---

After the muscle men brought a few more exhausted whores and put them into cages. They extinguished all the torches in the room and closed the door. Leaving the painsluts in the darkness.

They were left alone for several hours and all whores got some rest before the next day of agony. If Felina fell asleep, she would be woken by a stream of urine hitting her face. Polly had turned around in her cage above Felina and she had aimed for Felina's head, when she had to pee. The whore was grinning down at her rival between the bars of the cage. The other whores, who were awake and had heard the sounds, could guess, what was going on. They chuckled at the prank, that Polly was playing on the new girl. The others had been too preoccupied by their own misery, that they had not seen the fierce competition between Polly and Felina in the dungeon last night.

---

Felina’s sleep was difficult. She was constantly shifting her weight, trying to change how the bars pressed into her thin skin, Her throat and vagina throbbed as though ambers were glowing inside them. Her skin was covered in whip marks adding to the pain of pressing against the rusty cage. Only her utter exhaustion allowed her to steal a few instants of sleep now and then.

At some point she emerged from such an agitated sleep, woken up by a warm stream of strong urine. Shocked and aghast, she opened her eyes, only to get some into her very eyes. Tried to pierce the shadows with burning eyes, she realised Polly was locked in the cage above her. She whispered a curse, pivoted her body and curled into a new position, trying to fall asleep again. She was now drenched and soaking in a pool of Polly’s urine. She sobbed, wondering if it was possible to sink any lower into misery.

---

After five minutes or several hours, it was hard to fast time was passing in the dark room. The door was opened and few men came inside unlocking the door of the cages. "Get out!" They ordered and the whores started to climb out of the cages stiffly. Polly stepped intentionally on Felina's back, when she tried to crawl out her cage. When all whores were out of their cages. One man wrinkled his nose. "Who pissed herself?"

Polly pointed at Felina and with a raspy voice said. "The new girl." The man looked at Felina. "Is that so? We will have to place a plug in you the next time." Addressing everyone. "Get upstairs and get yourself cleaned up."

The whores walked out of the room and up the stairs. "You too, savage!"  On the ground level, the whores went all together to the bathroom and started washing each other.

---

Despite the discomfort of the cage, Felina had not had so much sleep for the last two days. She was awoken by shouts and the rattling of a baton against the bars of her cage. She blinked, blinded by the torches and it took her some time to remember where she was. She reeked of cold sweat and dry urine and her mouth still tasted of all the cum she had ingurgitated. She forced her stiff limbs to move and crawl out of her cage, only to be stepped over by Polly. Angrily, she shoved her aside.

She could not believe that Polly dared to accuse her of having peed herself. She tried to protest but her whispers were totally covered by the laughs of the other prisoners.

The painsluts climbed the stairs with stiff movements. All of them wore the marks of the night but none looked as beaten up as Felina. She wondered what time it was. There were no windows, only torches, and she had no idea when she went to sleep and how long she had slumbered.

There were several large bathtubs in the room, filled with soapy warm water. Three or four painsluts could sit in one, with their legs curled in front of her. Felina joined a tub, avoiding going with Polly.

---

"Wash me, Savage." One of the whores in Felina's bathtub ordered her and held out a sponge.

If Felina took the sponge the whore would turn her back to her to have it scrubbed by Felina. Afterwards she would be told to wash the backs of the two other whores in the tube too.

If Felina refused, the other two whores in the tub would seize her. "So, you don't want to use a sponge." They would press the sponge in her mouth and use her hair as a handle to scrub themselves, while the other two held Felina.

---

Felina saw no reason to refuse to wash the other painsluts. They could only survive by helping each other. She took the sponge and thoroughly cleaned the back of the one who had spoken to her first. Then she did the same to the two others. Once finished, she gave the sponge and turned her back to them.

“Could you sponge me too, now?”

---

"No, you are not done yet!" The women, whose back Felina had cleaned last, grabbed her wrist and pulled Felina's hand to her crotch. "You can rub this too." She began grinding herself against Felina's hand. "Yeah, me too." Another painslut said and grabbed Felina's other hand to pull it against her crotch.

The remaining whore grinned at Felina. "Seems like all your hands are already occupied. But your tongue is still free." The whore spread her legs underwater. She would pull Felina's head underwater by her hair, if she hesitated. The whore began to grind herself against Felina's face underwater. The whore lifted Felina's head out off the water to tell her to use her tongue.

Others were watching from their bathtub, when the whore, who held Felina's head between her legs, suddenly yanked the red head away from her crotch. "That bitch, tried to bite me." The others laughed. "That's not funny." She stood up and let go of Felina's hair to look at her pussy lips. "Get her out of the tub."

 Felina was dragged out of the tub. The whore glared angrily at Felina and took the sponge. She held it in front of her crotch and began to pee on it. The urine was dripping down in the bathtub. "Anyone else, who needs to pee, do it in the bathtub." A few women stepped forward to pee in the bathtub, turning the water yellowish. The whore held up the urine soaked sponge and forced it in Felina's mouth. The sponge was large and had to be compressed to placed in her mouth. Urine was running down over Felina's chin and dripping on her chest. "Put her head in the tub." The whore commanded, when the sponge was completely packed into Felina's mouth. They made Felina lean over the rim of the bath tube her ass high up in the air, while they pushed her head in the yellow water, they let her breath occasionally. The whore collect four large soap blocks from other the tube, then she pushed them one by one into Felina's ass.

After the four soap blocks had disappeared inside of Felina, she was pulled out of the tub and placed on the ground on her back. Several painsluts sat on her body and began to grind against her. Two tried to fuck her feet. Felina's finger were pushed inside different body cavities, while fingers of stranger were pushed inside of Felina's. The whore, who had started everything sat on Felina's face. Her rosebud pressing against Felina's nose.

That was the moment, when Madame Rouge came into the room, seeing Felina on her back her face buried in crotch of another woman and others grinding their crotch against other body parts. The mistress shouted. "What is going on here. Here are supposed to wash yourself. Get off her." Then she pointed at Felina. "You come with me!"

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Felina had hoped that bathing with girls who did not know her would not cause her any trouble. Alas, it seemed that Polly and Sally had already spread hate among their colleagues, or they had just witnessed how the thief had been bullied recently, or maybe they just hated thieves and Guild members.. For whatever reason, the three girls that shared her bathtub teamed against her. What had started as a friendly cooperation suddenly turned to bullying.

When asked to sponge the girl’s crotch, she refused, looking at her other bathmates for support, which she did not get. Obviously there was an agreement that she was the omega whore. Already she had her two hands held down. As she tried to yank them free, the whore who was just in front of her grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head under. Felina tried to resist but she was still weakened and could not compete alone against three. Soapy water burned her eyes as she fought, desperately trying to free her hands and pull her head out of the water. Her hair was twisted painfully, hands found her nipple rings and yanked them and soon all her will to fight back was gone. She only wanted all this to stop.

While she tried to move the sponges on the girls’ crotches, her face was humped and grinded against, her nose used like a sex toy. As she was running out of air, she began to struggle again. Her face was yanked out, she coughed and blinked. The girl ordered her to use her tongue and she was pushed back under, without having had time to recover her breath fully. The frantic humping started again. She tried to stick her tongue out, tasting the soapy water along with the pussy juices.

The female rape continued. She was only given infrequent access to fresh air so that she grew desperate. No amount of licking seemed to soften her fate. At last, out of breath, her eyes and lungs burning, she saw no other solution than to bite her rapist’s vulva. Then hell crashed on her.

She was yanked out of the tub, coughing and panting, desperately trying to recover her breath. She was blinded by all the soap in her eyes and too weak to resist. Anyway, her arms were being twisted up her back, her hair was pulling her head all the way backwards, bending her neck, fingers pulled on her nipple rings. There was no way to escape or resist. While she was still coughing, a pee-filled sponge was forced into her mouth. It was so big it made her cheeks bulge and she could not even push it out with her tongue alone. The pungent taste was horrible.

Before she could recover, she was pulled up and dropped on the side of the tub, which hit her belly and blew all the wind out of her lungs. Someone held her head under the water. Just before she was pushed down though, she had the time to wonder why the water had turned yellow. She got the answer immediately as she realised it was mixed with urine. She weakly tried to pull herself out but she was held firmly and she was too winded to do much. Pain throbbed in her belly and all she wanted to do was to curl herself around the tub wall.

She fell hands grab her ankles and pull her legs wide apart, removing more of her freedom. She cried to scream but her voice was totally broken and the sponge prevented her from whispering. She was being drowned! She tried to kick, to free her arms but she was too weak, they were too many against her. They only let her head out at long intervals and she could never fill her lungs correctly. She swallowed a lot of urine-stained water. Meanwhile, she felt something pressing against her anus and despite all resistance something big was pushed in her rectum; and another, and several others, until her bowels felt cramps. The soap burned her intestines too, adding to her misery.

Just as she thought she was going to die, they yanked her out of the tub and stretched her on her back on the cold tiles. Half drowned, she had no strength left. They sat on her legs and arms, humping them, on her feet, on her hands while a pussy was grinding furiously against her gagged, gasping face. She suffered that female gang-bang, unable to believe how cruel those girls could be. The one above her face even tried to push her nose into her anus even though that was the only way she could breathe. Surely they would kill her soon.

Suddenly, everything stopped. Her rapists leapt from her while she wallowed in a pool of pee and water, coughing, desperately trying to puke the sponge out, while her belly looked bloated with all the soap bars stuffed in her. Her soap-filled eyes could not see. With trembling hands, she tried to pull the sponge out of her mouth while a bar of soap popped out of her ass, followed by a loud fart.

Blinking her eyes open, she saw Madame Rouge standing over her and ordering her to follow her. She tried to stand up but was too weak and dazzled to do so. She managed kneel up though and tried to follow the Mistress on her hands and feet.

---

Outside the bathroom were two muscle guys waiting. When Madame Rouge snipped her finger and pointed at Felina, they stepped in the bathroom and grabbed her under the arms and dragged her behind Madame Rouge to the mistress' private room. There they placed her on an odd looking wooden chair. The chair had many  hinges, so that it could be adjusted to a variety of postion. At the moment it locked like a recliner.

Felina was tied to the chair with leather straps.

"Since the other whores can not be trusted to prepare you adequately for tonight. I will do it personally." Madame Rouge said. "Let's make you look like a true savage."The Mistress showed Felina a dozen metal rings.

Madame Rouge used a needle to pierce Felina's ears. The Mistress placed four rings around the helix of her left and right ear. "Much better but where do we but the last four." Her gaze wandered down over Felina's body and stopped at Felina's crotch. The Mistress grinned and cranked a handle attached to chair. The foot rest split. Felina's leg were pulled apart. Madame Rouge did not stop tunring the handle until Felina legs were almost in perfect split.

Madame Rouge pulled the meaty flap, that was Felina's outer labia. "Ah, here we have some free flesh." She stuck the needle through the flesh. Then she followed it with a metal ring. She repeated the process three more times. And soon four rings were decorating Felina's pussy lips, two on each side.

Madame Rouge patted Felina's crotch. "That's all I have time to do for now. Clean her up a bit and put her in a cage in the main hall." She instructed the muscle guys, who had been standing back to let Madame Rouge work on Felina.

---

Felina felt relieved as she was carried away from the bathroom, away from those harpies. How could those whores be so cruel among themselves? Her relief was short-lived though as she was strapped to some heavy and sinister contraption that looked like a mix between a rack and a torture chair. One full attached, she was totally immobilised. Even her head was held down.

When she  heard the brothel Mistress talk about turning her into a true savage, Felina’s blood froze in her veins. She was not sure what she meant by that but this did not sound good at all.

“Please, Madame Rouge,” she whispered. “I promise I’ll be behave. You don’t need to AAAAHHH!!!”

Several slaps cut her words and she remained silent.

Once again Madame Rouge approached her with her piercing needle. Felina gasped and hissed helplessly as her ears were adorned with four thick, ugly rings each. She could not see herself but she imagined how she must look with such things on her. Her only consolation was that they would be hidden under her thick red hair.

Her fear reached a new level when her legs were forced into an extreme split. Her vulva was made fully accessible and helpless. Her vagina gaped slightly, her fat labia emerging from her pubes. She desperately tried to bend her head down to see what was going to happen but her head was strapped down. One of the men moved the articulated piece under head so that she could look down. In fact, she could not look anywhere else now. In her terror, she contracted her abs and three bars of soap popped out of her anus in rapid succession, accompanied by several noisy farts.

Madame Rouge grabbed her left nether lip, stretched it away from her victim’s mound and pierced it, eliciting a hoarse, terrorised grunt of pain. Felina’s broken throat did not allow her to scream but it could still produce some strange noises. Her horribly grimacing face testified of the pain she felt.

The Mistress squeezed a thick, large, heaving ring into the throbbing piece of flesh. It was soon followed by three more. When she was done, Felina could see that her labia were now stretched down by the weight of two big rings on each lip. This was extremely painful and so ugly. She really looked like a savage now.

Marks

- Big nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 4 ugly rings on each ear

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

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Madame Rouge left the room. One man step closer and flicked the new rings on Felina's nether lips. He grinned at the other man. "We have some time to fun with her, before she has to be ready in the main room."

He positioned himself between Felina's wide spread legs and began to unlace his pants to free his erect cock. He pushed its bulbous head against Felina's vaginal opening and began to push inside. "Oh, damn. She is tight. Not as used as the other whores yet." He said, while he pushed deeper inside her. He pulled half way out to push in with more force. Struggling to get more of his shaft inside her, he spat on his dick and used a hand spread the spit around. He thrust into her again. After still having trouble too insert himself fully, he needed use  more spit and more force.

The other man lowered the back rest of the articulated chair and released the head restraint. He grabbed Felina's left her ear and turned her head to the side. He held his cock in front of Felina's face. "Suck it!"  He said while rubbed his penis all over her face. " Open wide!" He pressed his cock against Felina's lips.

---

Her sex throbbing from the fresh piercing, Felina saw one of the burly position himself between her wide parted thighs, releasing a big erection from his pants. She desperately tried to close her legs, muscles bulging against the tight leather straps that kept her immobile.

“Please! Don’t rape me!” she whispered plaintively.

The man did not care. He just pushed in, obviously finding it somewhat difficult to penetrate her tight and dry vagina. Felina screamed, or at least she tried, her wide open mouth only able to produce hisses and gasps while her sex exploded in agony. Her vagina was very narrow and was still sore from the wooden cock rape. Her belly was sucked in, her muscles clenched as she vainly attempted to resist. The cock moved back and forth with difficulty at first but each thrust brought it deeper and spit provided some amount of lubrication. Before long, the man was humping her at full length, his hairy balls bouncing against her buttocks while his dick banged against the back of her vagina.

Dazzled by the pain, Felina hardly felt her head being released, until the piercings in her ear were used as a handle to turn her face to the side. She opened her clenched eyes to be shocked by the sight of another penis that was right in front of her. The man it belonged to began to rub it across her eyes, nose, lips. He brought his sweaty, hairy testicles against her face too, rolling them against her horrified eyes. The foul, musky stench was all over her but she could not turn her face away.

Now fully erect, the man pressed his cockhead against her lips, pushing hard, as though he could break through her teeth. Disgusted and revolted, Felina clenched her teeth tight.

---

"Open your fucking mouth, slut!" The man slapped his cock on her cheek. When Felina still refused to open her mouth, he twisted her ear. "I said open your mouth!" The man was getting angry with Felina and he would push his penis as far as possible into her mouth as soon as she opened her mouth.

The man between Felina's legs increaed the pace of his thrust, now that he had speered her open. He began to groam as he quickly neard his orgasm.

---

The brutal fucking spread pain through Felina’s lower belly, getting more forceful as her rapist approached orgasm. Meanwhile, the man at her head used his cock like a stick to hit her face. That was not really painful but very humiliating. As he twisted the thick rings in her ear, Felina could not hold it and tried to scream. As soon as she opened her mouth, the man pushed hard, shoving his cock in one swift move all the way to the back of her mouth. Her eyes bulged, her throat gagged and retched.

She tried to bite but he was so deep and her mouth was stretched so wide she had not much leverage. Beside, the anguish of choking on that huge sausage took most of the fight out of her. He continued to pull on her ear as she grinded his cock even deeper, repositioning her head at an angle that allowed deeper penetration. With the combination of agony in her sex and asphyxia, Felina turned limp, still conscious but any will to fight was gone. All she wanted was to get some air into her lungs.

---

The man slapped the side of Felina's head, when he felt her teeth. Not realizing that Felina was trying to bite him. "Watch your teeth, bitch!" When he slipped deeper into her throat, he groaned in pleasure. "That's it, swallow my fat cock!" After he pulled back, that only the first tip of his cock was in Felina's mouth. He was getting ready to ram his dick back down her throat.

The other man pushed deep inside her and came. He continued fucking her a few more times, while he spurted his seed inside her. When he finally pulled out, there was thick specks of cum coating his cock. He said to his partner. "Let's switch, so she can clean by dick!"

---

Felina vaguely felt her womb filled with cum while she tried to suck air around the cock in her mouth. She could only get a bit when it moved out and even then she was often gagging too much to really get a lot of air.

At some point however, the cock left her mouth, and the other too, pulled out of her sore vagina. A torrent of bile burst out of her mouth. However, before she could take more than a few raspy breaths, another cock came in sight, limper and covered in sperm and juices and even some blood. She realised it was the one that had just raped her sex but already he was in her mouth, while she felt like a lance was shoved up her sex.

The limp cock had a very bad taste but thankfully it did not fill her mouth, allowing her to breathe. After a few respirations, she decided it was time to show that guy it was not without danger to rape a girl. She bit the limp cock, not hard enough to cut it but enough to hurt, and she kept her teeth clenched to prevent him from pulling out. If the man attempted anything to hurt her or pull out, she would just bite harder.

---

"Aah." The man screamed, when his cock was crushed between Felina's teeth. In panic the man tried to pull his dick out, only  causing the teeth to painfully scrape along his shaft. He pulled on Felina's hair. "Let go, bitch!" He shouted. This caused the man, who was now fucking Felina, to look up. He did not immediately realize, what was happening and continue to thrust into her. Then he tried to help his friend, by punching Felina hard in the stomach.

---

Felina grimaced as her hair was yanked but she bit harder and immediately the man let go off her hair, afraid to have his cock damaged. The thief relished the power she now had, her, the weak, battered, strapped down girl on that free, muscular man. Looking at him, she hummed around his cock to attract his attention and then shook her hand and twisted her arms, trying to make him understand she wanted him to free her.

At that very moment, her belly seemed to explode as the other man had just punched her hard in the guts. Winded, she puked more bile, retching, mouth wide open as she tried to cope with the agony.

---

The man pulled out his cock, when Felina opened her mouth. He gingerly touched his dick to check for any damage. There were some deep teeth marks and some scrapes, but nothing more. The man was angry, he punched the side of Felina's head. "You will regret this." He looked around the room.

There other man continued  fucking her, but he also began maul her tits with his hand.

The other man had found, what he was looking for: The pliers, that Madame Rouge had used to close the piercings. He grabbed Felina's chin. "I will pull out your teeth, one by one, so that anyone can fuck your mouth." He tried to pry open Felina's mouth.

Suddenly, the door wash pushed open and Madame Rouge was standing in the room. "What is going on here?" She demanded from the men."I told you to clean her and put her in the cage." Then she saw pliers in the man's hand. Both man had frozen, when the mistress had returned. The second was completely buried inside of Felina's pussy. His cock was twitching inside Felina. Both men did not reply, so Madame Rouge had to ask them again.

They stammered an answer, the poor man admitting that he had almost gotten his dick bitten off, which caused the mistress to laugh. "So, she is cockbiter. Now put these pliers away and do as I told you."

The men stuffed their penis back in the trousers and then began to clean Felina's body roughly with some dirty rags. Madame Rouge knelt next to Felina's head and spoke in a low voice to her. "If you bite the cock of any guest, I will personally pull out every teeth in your mouth."

After the men had cleaned Felina, her restraints were released and she was escorted in the main room by the two man followed by Madame Rouge. In the main room they opened the cage, in which Felina had spent part of her first night at the brothel. But before they closed the door, they forcefully shoved a large ring gag in her mouth and a sign was locked to her nipples. The sign read "Cockbiter" Then the door of the cage was slammed shut.

---

It took Felina some time to recover from the brutal punch, even more so as the man was raping her again but harder, with a vengeance, painfully mauling her breasts as though he were kneading dough. When she saw the man she had bitten come back with pliers, with the intent to pull her teeth out, she was scared to death and deeply regretted what she had done. It was too late though.

He pinched her upper lip and stretched it, while trying to wedge the plier between her clenched teeth. Felina panicked. What would happen of her without teeth? She would be drooling constantly, would have a funny way to speak and would be unable to eat any solid food. She would become a freak, a wreck, and in the brothel she would be totally helpless. Yet, she could not see any way to escape that fate. The man was furious and his efforts with the pliers were growing more frantic. Unable to make her open her mouth, he lifted her hand, decided to punch her front teeth with his tool to break them.

"What is going on here?"

Felina had never been so happy to see Madame Rouge. Immediately the two men turned to lambs and began to clean her. It was not a very good job as they used dry, dirty rags. Mostly, they smeared their cum over her skin and dried some of her sweat. That seemed to be good enough for the Mistress. After all, a Savage had not to be perfectly clean.

Felina shivered as Rouge threatened her of the exact same fate as the man who wanted to pull her teeth. This place was so pitiless.

Finally, they linked her ankles with a heavy chain, and did the same to the wrists behind her back. That was how they led her back to the main room, pulling her by her nose ring, while the chain rattled against the floor. Once at the cage, Rouge strapped a wide ring gag in Felina’s mouth, forcing her jaws so wide apart they hurt. The sign attached to her nipples rings added to her misery, stretching her breasts down painfully.

Then she was made to enter the cage. Her chains were left on her because they enhanced her savage look. Felina’s prison was hoisted one foot above the floor and she was left like that, shifting her soles on the studded bars, while the last preparations were made in the room.

---

Felina had to stand in the slightly swinging cage, while the main room was prepared for another night of debauchery. Polly came in the room escorted by a man and was placed in a pillory. Other naked painsluts were chained to the wall, their arms high above their heads. Lightly clothed whores, Sally among them, came also in the room.

Before the brothel was opened, Madame Rouge came to Felina's cage. She placed a hand on the tip box. "Savage, you know the rules. Satisfy the clients and fill the box faster than her." She pointed to a similar cage with blonde whore inside. "Whoever has made less money in 2 hours, is sent to the back room."

A few minutes later, the brothel opened its doors and the first clients, who had been already waiting outside, entered the main room. A few men walked to the Felina's cage and laughed, when they read the sign and saw the big ring gag. The  one pointed out the rings on her body causing more laughter.

"Dance for us!" A man shouted and threw a copper coin in the box next to Felina's cage.

---

Felina was really motivated not to be sent to the backroom, now that she knew what it was. She glanced in despair at the other cage. The blonde whore in it was pretty and danced both graciously and lewdly. How could she compete against her?

As the first customers entered, she tried to dance but her movements were stiff and awkward. Every swing of her hips caused her labia rings to bounce painfully; she did not dare to move her torso because the sign was already stretching her nipples down and the pain exploded when it swung. Her chains rattled against the cage bars, slowing her even more. Besides, she was exhausted and confused by all that she had gone through. It was hopeless…

Or was it? She could not compete as a dancer but the customers saw her as a savage not as a stripper. Maybe if she played along she had a chance? Thus, instead of dancing, she began to grunt and make brutish movements, grimacing when her rings tortured her freshly pierced flesh, drooling abundantly over her chin and upper torso. From time to time, she took an aggressive stance, flexing her muscles, clenching her shackled hands on the bars, clanging her chains against the cage. Memories of the orcs that had invaded her village flashed in her head and she tried to mimic their heavy, graceless movements.

---

The most customers liked Felina's feral display, but some turned their backs. The ones that stayed to looked at the woman grunting, laughed and joked with each other, calling Felina a savage, a wildling and a human beast. A few copper coins were thrown into the the box next to Felina's cage, but not at the rate of the whore in the other cage. Also the men started bang their hands against the bars of the cage, like Felina was some kind of wild animal on display, that could be provoked to show its most wild side. The bangs against the cage also caused it to swing more and more.

At some point the large man, who had been at the Guild's hideout, appeared in front of the cage. Sally was at his side, grinning at Felina. "Ah, I see. Madame Rouge found a nice place for you." The man said. Then he read the sign around Felina's neck and chuckled. "But you also need some more training to be a proper whore. Maybe Sally can show you some tricks." He squeezed the ass of the whore at his side.

"Savage has a lot to learn." The whore agreed. Sally pushed her hand through the bar of the cage, trying to grab the rings in Felina's labia. If Sally got a hold on the rings, she would pull Felina down, so that there heads were about the same height. Then Sally would spit into Felina's face.

---

As her cage swung back and forth in wider and wider arcs, Felina had to brace herself on the bars. As her wrist shackles were loosely chained behind her back, she had to grab the bars behind her to avoid being buffeted around. This caused the wooden sign to bounce under her breasts, painfully yanking on her nipple piercings. Hands reached inside to pinch her, slap her… she really felt like an exposed animal. The constant spinning and shaking made her feel a bit sick.

At some point, Felina realised Sally was in front of her, mocking her, while the burly man groped her butt. Her mouth wide open and drooling abundantly, Felina could not respond to the mockeries and she knew she looked like a fool. Suddenly, Sally reached for her crotch. Instinctively, the redhead backed away, her butt banging against the back of the cage. With her arms trapped behind her, she could not protect herself and Sally hooked one finger through the big rings dangling from her labia. She pulled down, eliciting a long, hoarse grunt from her victim's throat.

Felina tried to follow the tug but the cage was too narrow to allow her to kneel on the floor bars. She wedged her knees between two front bars while pressing her buttocks against the back but she could not go any lower. Still, Sally kept pulling, stretching her inflamed nether lips. Felina grimaced, contorted her arms, grunted miserably. Torrent of bubbly saliva ran out of her gaping mouth. Desperately, she tried to get on her knees, trying to push her feet through the bars behind her. The burly man grabbed her ankles and yanked hard, squeezing her maleoles between the bars so that her feet protruded out of the cage. The leg irons remained inside though, pressed hard against her calves. This was enough to allow the thief to slide down and crash her shins on the studded floor bars, extracting more grunts of pain from Felina’s grimacing face.

In that position, Felina’s face was now about level with Sally’s belly button. The nasty whore, grabbed her victim’s ear piercings on each side of her head and forced Felina to turn her face upward. She hawked up a big gobble of phlegm and spat it into the redhead’s gaping mouth.

Meanwhile, her shins painfully grinding on the studded bars, Felina desperately tried to pull her feet back in the cage to stand up. Alas, it was difficult with her ankle bones in the way and without the strength of the man to help her.

---

The burly man chuckled. It was obvious that Sally despised the woman in the cage. "Oh, come on, Sally. What did she do to you?" The whore looked at the man and pulled her hand out of the cage without letting go of Felina's ears. Felina's head slammed against the irons bars. "Oops." Sally grinned. "She is the reason, why Polly is locked in the pillory." She nodded towards the whore in the corner, who had at the moment her ass spanked by customer.

"I didn't see her." The man turned  away from Felina and headed to the pillory. Sally looked down on Felina. "Enjoy your stay!" She spun the cage and when Felina's face came around, the whore spat into her face, before she followed the man to her friend in the pillory.

This started a new round of humiliation for Felina. The customers around her began spitting on her, while her cage slowly turned.

---

The cage spun around, making Felina feel sick while spittoons landed on her naked belly from all directions. Most of them were aimed at her face, and even at her mouth but the rotation made her a difficult target so that her face was soon slick with saliva. Felina had just reached a new level of humiliation.

All the while, she kept trying to stand up because the way her shin pressed against the studded floor bars was unbearable. Alas, as her knees were pressing against the front bar, she could not just move her legs forwards. She had to lift her left knee up, putting all her weight on the other shin, to push on her right leg causing the ankle shackle to dig and cut into her calf while trying to use her hands and arms behind her back to pull herself up. It was painfully unpractical and it only went well until her ankle bones touched the bars. Then she had to pull hard, trying to grind her sore, scratched skins against the steel and pull them back in. That was incredibly painful and tiring.

Whenever she thought she was about to succeed, someone yanked on her hair, or hit her fingers, or even yanked her foot out. This resulted in her losing her balance and crashing back down on the floor with a hiss of desperate agony.

Felina

- Caged

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- Sign “cockbiter” dangling from her nipples rings

- Huge ring gag

- Wrist shackles connected by one-foot of chain.

- Big nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 4 ugly rings on each ear

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

---

After Felina had failed countless times to get back to standing in her cage, the people around her got bored and began to disperse around the large main room of the brothel. And with them also went the coins, which had been occasionally been dropped in the box next to her.

Later, Madame Rouge came to Felina's cage, after  the mistress had counted and collected the money, the blonde whore in the second cage had earned. The misstress opened the tip box. She only glanced at the coins inside, before she frowned at Felina. "I should have put you directly in the backroom or the dungeon, there you would have at least earned twice the money in the same time. But lucky for you, Ruben had an interesting proposal, that might even generate more money." Madame Rouge gestured for her helpers to lower Felina's cage and pull her out, while she continued talking to the spit covered redhead. "He proposed to have you fight against one of the other whores, who have mistreated you. How does that sound to you? You would get a chance for some revenge." Madame Rouge gave her a thin lipped smile. "Take her down to the basement were we usually hold the dog fights." She instructed the male helpers.

Felina was escorted from the room down to the basement level, but instead of taking her to the dungeon, the muscle men took her to a different subterranean room, that was even larger. The room had a round, 1 meter deep pit in the center. There was a hip-high, wooden railing around the pit. The pit had a diameter of about six meters. And on opposite sides were small kennels in the ground just outside the pit. These kennels could be opened from the top, but also had a small gate at the front towards the pit, that could be pulled upwards. They had been used to get the dogs in the pit, but now Felina was placed in one of the small kennels.

After Felina had been put in the cage in the ground, the room started slowly to fill with customers of the brothel, who had been told that there would be a special event downstairs. A few minutes later Madame Rouge came accompanied by the burly man of the Guild and Sally. "Welcome to my dear guests. We have something special for your tonight. A fight between sole truly nasty sluts." Madame Rouge announced. She nodded at at the man from the guild, who grabbed Sally and pushed her towards the second cage in the ground. "Hey!" The whore protested, but she was quickly silenced with a slap. When she was in the cage, Madame Rouge continued. "As you can see, we have two whores ready in the kennels. They will fight each other in the pit. Each will get a spike." madame Rouge held up a tick wooden dildo. "The goal is to push it inside of the other one." Her explanation was for the audience but also for the whores. Madame Rouge threw the two dildos in the pit. "Ruben will take bets, which one gets a spike inside of her first and where?" She pointed at the men from the guild,  who already started taking wagers.

A man told Felina to hold up her hands, so that he could remove the chain connecting her wrists. That was the only thing, that was removed from her body. The ring gag, the ankle chain and all the piercings were left in place. Sally did not have any chains or restraint on her, she was even still wearing her whore dress, a short skirts and a corset, that left three fourths of her breast exposed.

 Ruben called for last bets, before the gates to the pit were opened. Sally immediately crawled out in the hope of snatching both wooden spikes/dildos first.

---

Felina desperately saw the customers grow bored of her and move to play with other girls. In her position, she could not do much, nor could she talk to attract them back. Besides, she really needed to escape the torture of her shins. This led her to fail miserably and she shuddered realising she would be sent back to the basement.

She was led downstairs, the chain between her ankles rattling against the steps and forced to kneel inside a kennel that reeked of dog fur and pee. Her wrists were released, which allowed her to get on all fours. She tried to sit but the grating above her head was so low she had to keep her head bent, her chin resting on her chest while she drooled on her breasts.

The “cockbiter” sign was still dangling from her nipples, which throbbed from how they had been stretched for the past two hours. With trembling fingers, she proceeded to detach the wooden board. Her firm breasts immediately recovered their former shape once they no longer had to support that weight. She then reached for the back of her head to unbuckle her gag but was shocked to find a small padlock in her way. She might find a way to pick it but she had no tool and no time.

The front of her cell was closed by a grate. She crawled to it and saw the fighting pit. She also saw Sally get pushed into the opposite kennel. She grinned around her ring gag. She would feel no pity for that bitch. However, the scale was obviously pitched against her. The hobble chain was particularly problematic as it would rob her of her main advantage: her speed and agility. The ring gag also made sure that even her mouth would be defenceless against rape. Yet, Felina was a thief and a fencer, this gave her an advantage against a mere whore, who was mostly trained at getting her holes filled.

The gratings were pulled up and both girls crawled through the narrow opening. They both rushed towards the pair of wooden dildos lying on the stone floor in the middle of the pit. Felina, unable to run with her hobbled legs, could not be expected to win that race. Yet, she did not even try to stand up. Instead, she rolled forward several times so that she reached the lewd weapons almost at the same time as Sally. She grabbed her dildo and stood up, parting her feet as much as the ankle chain allowed and glared at Sally.

Felina was both shorter and lighter but she was also more toned, more muscular. Naked, sweaty, drooling and with entangled hair, she looked very much like a wild beast compared to the sluttily clad girl facing her. She could not attack immediately because her head was still spinning a bit from her roulades. Instead, she hobbled backwards while assuming a fighting stance, legs slightly flexed, her torso bent forward, her right hand gripping the handle of the dildo as though it was a dagger.

She looked at the device. It was too light in her hand. It could not be used to hit or punch as it would probably break if too much weight was put on it. However, it was longer and thicker than real cocks, and it was sculpted with ribs and studs that would hurt like hell if pushed in her tight holes. Sally would probably have an easier time getting them in her own well-trained holes.

Felina was ready for any attack while she waited for her head to stop from spinning.

---

Sally scrambled for the wooden dildos. She was surprised by Felina's speed, she had fully expected to get both wooden shafts. After all the other woman was still partially restrained. The crowd cheered, when both woman held their 'weapon' in hand. Many hands banged against the planks around the pit and shouts demanded from them to stick the shafts into their dirty holes. There was also some booing, when Felina moved back.

Sally immediately pursued her opponent with a wild scream. Her attack was not very well aimed. The whore just hoped to get a hold of one piercing, then it would be easy to push the dildo into one of the openings. Sally's free hand was groping for the rings on Felina's tits. The crowd cheered Sally on, when she moved forward, keeping her legs close together, so Felina could not push her wooden phallus into her. There was also a flimsy undergarment in the way below the skirt, that would give Sally some but not much additional protection.

If Felina moved further back into the reach of the men leaning of the barricade at the top of the pit, the men would try to grab her red hair.

---

Felina knew her piercings made her very vulnerable and she was ready to protect them. Her science of fencing kicked in and when Sally reached for her breasts, she quickly parried with her left arm, pushing the hand to the side. At the same time, she brandished her dildo in a threatening move while she rotated her hips and tried to kick her knee into Sally’s crotch. She was decided to get all the fight out of her opponent before going for the kill.

Her kick was slower than expected because of the combined weight of the shackle and the hobble chain. She hoped she had calculated her movement right and that the chain would allow her to reach her target. She remained ready to parry any new attack. What she did not know was how the public was eager to play dirty tricks if she approached them too much. She just ignored them, concentring all her attention on Sally.

---

Sally saw her groping hand parried by Felina, then the whore reflexive raised her arms to protect herself from a blow with dildo. Sally did not see the knee coming. The knee to the crotch would have taken the fight out of Sally, if it had not been stopped by the foot long hobble chain. Felina's knee still connected with Sally's nether region, but there was not much force behind the impact. It still caused to Sally to yelp and put her free hand over  her crotch. "You bitch." The whore hissed and stabbed the dildo at Felina's midsection. "I will stick my dildo, so far up your ass, that it will come out of your mouth." The crowd cheered, when the women traded the first blows and added their own suggested of what to do with the dildos.

---

Felina grimaced as her ankle was yanked to a stop by the steel shackle. She had expected her knee to do much more harm and was surprised when Sally was able to ripost. Her strong abs absorbed some of the impact but still she staggered backwards, her chain rattling against the floor. She had to be careful not to step on it. As she moved, the shackles chafed against her ankles and bounced painfully on her bones. She cursed the hobble that made her so vulnerable. Without it, she would have kicked that whore so badly…

Instead, she shuffled her feet forward again and tried to punch Sally in the face. At least her arms were free and she would have to fight with them.

---

Sally grinned, when her attack made Felina stagger backwards. The whore tried to stab her again with the dildo. This time she was aiming lower, hoping to get lucky and push the dildo in Felina's pussy. But then Felina's punch connected with her face. Sally cried out and dropped her dildo, while she staggered back holding her face with both hands.

---

Felina grinned victoriously as her fist connected. Pushing her advantage, she shuffled forward and sent two more punches, this time aimed at the whore’s belly. If they hit, she would then try to yank Sally down by her hair.

---

Since Sally was holding her hands in front of her face, she did not see the next punches coming either. The air was driven from the whore's lungs, when Felina's fist landed in her belly. The following yanked on her hair was unnecessary, since Sally was already going down, having lost all of her fight. The whore curled up on the ground, wheezing and trying to get some air back in her lungs.

The crowd went wild at Felina's series of attacks, but they were quickly disappointed, when it was clearly looking like Sally had lost. Most of them had bet on the whore thinking, that Felina was just another painslut and not a decent fighter. The few men, who had bet on Felina, were now shouting for her to stick the dildo in the hole, they had placed additional bets.

"Shove it in her ass!"

"No, in her pussy!"

"Yes. Pussy, Pussy, Pussy!"

"Ass!"

...

---

Felina stood, towering above her curled up, moaning opponent. She could not stop herself from drooling over her as she looked down. She resisted the urge to kick her some more, just to teach her a lesson but then she calmed down. The brothel was a cruel place, harshly led by Madame Rouge. It was not Sally’s fault if she had grown tough too.

She put a bare foot on the defeated whore’s chest, pressing slightly down to control her while she looked around at the public. It was suddenly obvious that she had been perceived as the underdog, and there was no mystery why. Her eyes turned to the monstrous dildo she held in her hand. Where to shove it? She shuddered just at the thought of having it in one of her own holes. She tried to decide how to make this as easy as possible. Probably, Sally’s vagina would be the easiest.

She pushed her foot against Sally hip, rolling her on her back. She then sat on her, straddling her belly and taking care that her hobble chain would not go across her opponent’s throat or face, but beyond her head, even if that made her own position a bit awkward. She then trussed Sally’s skirt up and reached for her crotch, only now realising there was still another flimsy obstacle between her dildo and the whore’s sex.

---

Sally struggled, when Felina sat on her top of her. "Get off me, you stinking bitch." The whore tried to push Felina off her chest, but she was not strong enough. Sally lifted and shook her head in her attempt to dislodge the other woman. When she shook her head, Sally saw in the corner of her eye, that her own dildo was lying in arms reach on her left side. It had rolled a couple of meters, when she had dropped it. Sally stopped struggling and reached with her left arm for the wooden dildo. When her finger closed around the thick shaft, she felt her own skirt lifted. The crowd began to cheer louder, when they saw that Sally was not yet completely beaten. Sally had to act quickly. When Felina leaned forward to get better access to Sally's vagina. Felina exposed her asshole mere inches in front of Sally's face. The whore yanked her left hand holing the dildo back and pushed the tip of the wooden phallus against Felina's sphincter, while she simultaneously  hammered her right fist on the back of the spike, hoping to drive it deep into the other woman's ass.

---

Felina felt Sally moving under her. She would have liked to tell to stay calm and that everything would soon be finished but all her ring gag allowed to produce were torrents of saliva. She just wiggled her butt while pulled Sally’s panties to the side, revealing her perfectly and totally shaven pussy.

At that moment, she felt something touching her anus.

“Eeee?” she whispered, turning her head to see what Sally was doing. But almost immediately, the gentle touch was replaced by intense agony as the big wooden dildo got hammered in one powerful shot all the way into her rectum, stretching her without preparation.

The pain made her lift her butt and jump forward in an useless attempt to escape. Just moving her thighs sent more waves of pain. As she shuffled her feet desperately, the chain connecting them landed across Sally face.

Felina was blinded with the pain and her instinct was screaming to remove that thing out of her ass. Yet, a spark of lucidity pierced through the fog and instead she continued her action where she had stopped it. She brought her own dildo against Sally’s vulva. The panties had got back in place but she no longer bothered. That bitch had shown no pity for her anus, she would have none for her vagina. She pushed hard with both hands on the dildo, which stretched the thin material and penetrated the whore’s well-used vagina, shoving it all to the hilt.

---

Sally screamed, when the monstrous shaft was pushed inside her vagina, its tip slamming against her cervix. The whore began to buck her hips to stop Felina to exert painful pressure on the dildo. But instead of stopping her assault on Felina, Sally doubled down too. With the hand on the back of the wooden dildo, that was now barely sticking out of Felina's ass, Sally began to twist the dildo, trying to push it completely into Felina's ass with a screwing motion. With the other hand, she clawed at Felina's nether rings, stopping her from escaping the pressure.

Around the pit the men shouted and enjoyed the show of the struggling whores, especially the ones, who had bet on Sally pushing her spike into Felina's ass. These men were now loudly calling for their bets to be payed.

Madame Rouge was looking into the pit, smiling. Things could not have gone better for the mistress. She held up a hand to stop the muscle man, who were about to climb into the pit to separate the fighting whores. "Let them continue for now." Madame Rouge told them.

---

Felina let out a barely audible hiss of agony as her rectum was further tortured by a pitiless Sally. When her labia rings got hooked and yanked, she arched her back, grimacing horribly. The pain was too much for her poor rectum. She could not crawl away though, held tight by her labia while the monster continued to rotate and twist and grind inside her bowels.

Letting go off her own dildo, leaving it impaled in her tormentor’s pussy, she reached behind her for her butt, trying to stop Sally from continuing to rape her ass.

---

When Madame Rouge saw, that Felina let go of her dildo, she gave the sign for the male helper to jump into the pit. The men grabbed Felina and held her in place for a few second, in which Sally continued  rearranging Felina's bowls, before the voice of Madame Rouge called for her to stop. Sally gave the dildo a final push, so that its base was now stretching Felina's anal opening and now nothing  protruding outside. Then Sally let go of Felina's nether rings. The red head was lifted of Sally, who proceed to pull the other spike out of her pussy with a groan. When the dido was out, she pushed to fingers in her loosened snatch to pull out the flimsy undergarment that had been pushed inside too. Then the whore got up and rearranged her skirt and waved at the cheering spectators

Felina was unceremoniously dropped to the ground, while the men helped Sally climbed out the pit. "Let her pull the stake out of her own ass." Madame Rouge said to the men and pointed at Felina. If Felina was unable to extract the dildo herself, the men would help her roughly.

Afterwards they would shove her back through the grate into the kennel. On the other side of the pit, the naked Polly had already been placed in the kennel and Ruben was already taken bets for the next fight.

---

Felina continued to contort her torso, resting on her left elbow while fighting with her right hand, trying to stop Sally. It was an awkward position, which gave her little leverage. She tried to kick her rapist but Sally managed to twist her torso in a way that got the hobble chain trapped under her body, totally immobilising the thief’s legs. Then, Sally curled her legs up and, after a short struggle, succeeded in hooking her right leg behind Felina’s neck and pinning her face against the ground.

The hissing and grunting redhead was now totally helpless and for some horrible instants, Sally had free reins to manipulate the dildo. She pushed her left fist between her victim’s buttocks, stretching her labias in the process, preventing her from clenching her buttocks. She could then use her right hand to ram the hole-destroyer back and forth into Felina’s dry asshole. Felina’s muscles bulged and rippled in her vain attempts at breaking free while her rectum was mercilessly savaged. When the two men reached Sally, the vicious whore pushed her dildo as deep as she could so that even the handle disappeared in Felina’s body, her young sphincter sealing it in.

Felina was splayed on the stone floor, crying and shuddering, her legs wide apart, her anus making spasms as it tried to expel the huge intruder. It felt like a giant, rigid turd and there was no way her bowels could reject it alone. Remaining flat on her belly, Felina reached for her behind, pushed a few fingers inside her sore anus and tried to grip the now bloody handle. This was not an easy position and she could only get one or two knuckles in. She could feel the wooden object but she could not get a good hold on its rounded handle. If anything, she was only pushing it deeper. Her face was a mask of pain and horror as she was scared that she would die, plugged by this monster. All around her, the public laughed and booed at her pathetic attempts.

Madame Rouge waited until the spectators’ interest began to flutter, then she ordered her minions to remove the dildo themselves. With a cruel grin, one of them grabbed the redhead’s ankles and stretched her legs wide apart. Meanwhile, his companion squatted between her thighs and pushed all five fingers into her anus. He pushed mercilessly until his entire fist was inside her. The poor Felina was clawing at the stone, shaking her torso, grunting and hissing, her eyes bulging out of her head. Almost effortlessly, the man pulled the dildo out, a mock grimace of disgust on his face that woke another good laugh in the public. Felina’s ass was now ruined by its recent fisting. Even her elastic anus could no longer close and remained wide open for all to see.

They dragged her by her hair so that she was forced to crawl as fast as she could and then shoved head first into the kennel, through the pit opening, and closed the grate. Half of the public had now a clear view of her ruined asshole as her butt was pressed against the bars. Inside, Felina trembled and panted, devastated. Her bowels were on fire and just moving her thighs was painful. She tried to turn around but the cell was too narrow. She could not see what was happening in the room but it seemed she would have to fight again, against an unknown opponent. This time though, she would have to get out of her kennel backward.

She gritted her teeth and tried to recover some strength while her opponent was cheered and prepared. This time, she was decided to show no mercy.

---

A few customers, who had lost some money by betting on Felina in the previous fight, complained that there had been at big handicap for the redhead. So to make it more fair for the next fight, Polly was outfitted the same as Felina. Padlocked ring gag and a heavy hobble chain. Since Polly had received a nose and nipple rings the previous night. The only difference were that Polly was still clean and had no rings on ears or labia. Also the whore was facing the pit inside her kennel.

While Polly was prepared, the attention of the guest on Felina's side turned to the caged woman. They hurled insults at her and mocked her for loosing. There were also a few angry voice from drunken man, who had lost their money due to her. Some emptied the last drops from their drink above her kennel. Others kicked the bars of the kennel. It only stopped, when Madame Rouge announced that the next fight was about to start.

The two wooden dildos, still soiled from the first fight, were thrown back into the pit. But instead of landing in the middle the landed more to the left side and rolled almost all the way to the wall. Polly from her position in her kennel saw that clearly and when the  grates were lifted, she crawled out of her cage and immediately went for the spikes.

---

Felina felt very miserable in her cramped cage as men poured liquids on her and insulted her. She tried to ignore it all so as to recover some energy before the next fight.

At last she heard the grating being lifted and she awkwardly backed up out of the kennel. Once out, she stood up and turned around, to see Polly, chained very much like herself, already hobbling towards one side of the pit. A quick inspection showed that was where the dildo-daggers were. Her opponent had a head start and despite all her efforts, Felina could not overcome it. She was walking bow-legged because of the pain throbbing in her still gaping anus.

Polly seized both dildos and waited, with her back to the wall, for her arrival. Felina slowed down. They were both hobbled, so the fight would be more equal, despite her own exhaustion. The redhead approached. Polly had nowhere to go. Finally, Felina threw herself forward, trying to shove a shoulder into the whore’s belly.

---

Polly waited with her mouth held wide open by the gag and was drooling over her own breast. If it hadn't been for the ring gag, the whore would have been grinning broadly. When Felina threw herself at her, Polly tried to a move to the side, but she was slowed down by the hobble chain. Felina's shoulder slammed in her belly, Polly grunted in pain. But she had been ready for Felina and it would take more bring her down. The whore tried to put Felina in a headlock with one arm, while with the other, she reached down over Felina's back to push one of the dildos in the wide open asshole, while she shoved back against the wall of the pit by Felina's momentum.

The crowd cheered, when the two clashed. Hands came down from the rim of the pit, trying to pull at the hair of the two women, wrestling next to the wall. Since Polly's head was higher, she was at moment in immediate risk of getting her hair caught by one the hands.

---

Felina felt her shoulder connect with Polly’s solar plexus and heard the whore’s gasps of pain. The impact had also slammed her against the wall, adding to the violence of that attack. In a reflex ripost, Polly managed to hook her left arm around Felina’s neck, trying to hold her against her waist. Understanding the danger, Felina shook her butt and lowered it to make her gaping anus out of reach.

With her head under Polly’s arm, Felina could not see much except the wall and her opponent’s butt. But what focused her attention was the dildo she held in her left hand. She immediately seized the moist wooden weapon with both hands and tried to twist it and yank it off.

At that moment she heard Polly moan in pain while her body got rigid. Unknown to Felina, the whore’s hair had just been grabbed by a man in the public.

---

Polly's head was pulled up by the hands reaching down from the stands. She twisted her head, but she only managed to yank painfully on her own scalp. Her twisting caused Felina's head, which Polly still had in a headlock, to be slammed multiple times against the wall of the pit. The whore tried to loosen the grip of hands, but there were now already three different men pulling on her. First she tried to beat the knuckles with the wooden shaft, she still held in her hand. But the angle was awkward and she got little force behind her swings, so Polly dropped the dildo to the ground and began to rake her finger nails over the back of the hands. One man cried out and let go of her hair. Much to the amusement of the other spectators, who had been protesting that the man was interfering with a fair fight.

Polly also had trouble to hold on to Felina's neck with her other arm and she started to loose a her grip on the second spike, which Felina tried to get under her control.

---

Felina did not know what was happening to Polly as her own head was banged against the wall repeatedly. Had she not been able to brace against it with her elbow, she would have been knocked out for sure. Meanwhile, fighting two hands against one, she had no real difficulty to tear the dildo from her opponent. After some time the hold on her neck began to loosen. Felina pushed with all her strength with her legs and arms and managed to escape the headlock.

She fell on her butt and immediately got ready to fight, but then she understood what had happened to Polly. She felt pity for the poor girl who had her head yanked by her hair from different directions. This was totally unfair. Nevertheless, she steeled her heart. There was no pity to give or to receive in this pit.

She stood back up and came back, punching the prostitute in her unprotected guts once more. As Polly gasped in pain, Felina shoved her filthy cock-dagger into her gagged mouth and pushed as far as she could.

---

Polly was too slow to react to evade the dirty wooden shaft, it was the one that had been inside of Felina only a few minutes ago and now it was mercilessly pushed deep in her mouth. The whore was flailing her arms and kicking at Felina. But it was pretty ineffective and the dildo only slipped deeper in her throat. In full panic Polly tried to grab the dildo to stop it from going deeper.

Polly's eye plugged and a stream of snot and bile expled out her nose. The thick, filthy and blood stained dildo was too much for experienced whore and it triggered her gag reflex and since her mouth was blocked, everything had to come of her nose.

The spectators cheered, only a few loudly protested, that it was unfair, that Polly had been held up by her hair. The hands kept the grip in the whore's hair, while she desperately tried to expell the in invader in her mouth.

For now, Madame Rouge waited to send her assistants into the pit. As long as Polly was not in immediate danger of dying, the redhead could have a bit of revenge.

---

Felina pushed the dildo until she saw a bulge in Polly’s throat. Then she rotated it and twisted it, her eyes locked into those of her victim. When she saw that she was about to faint, she pulled the dildo out a little bit, just to let her breathe again and then she pushed it again. Whenever the whore tried to defend herself, Felina punched her in the guts before continuing to play with the dildo.

---

Polly coughed and gargled scream escaped her lips, when the dildo was retracted. There was no more fight from the whore, after she had received to hard punches in her gut. Tears ran down Polly's face, while her throat was violated by the hard shaft over and over. The rough surface of the dildo combined with Felina's savage twisting injured Polly's mouth and throat and fresh blood was mixed with the mucus and bile.

The audience loved the brutality in the pit and were cheering Felina on. "Rape her mouth!" "Knock her teeth out!" Sally, who was standing next to Madame Rouge, was pleading with the mistress. "Please, stop her! She is killing her!" Madame Rouge gave the whore a cold smile. "You would be cheering to, if the roles were reversed." The mistress let Felina continue for a while, until the the crowd was getting bored, then she sent her muscle men in the pit to end the spectacle.

Felina was savagely kicked between her legs form behind. Then she was yanked back by her hair and pushed face first in the the kennel of her side. Polly sank to her knees, when her hair was finally let go. She puked out the dildo, followed by a huge glob of bloody mucus and bile. She tried to scream out her pain, it was an animalistic sound. Her vocal cords had been destroyed by the massive dildo.

---

Felina was too focused on ramming Polly’s throat to hear the men come from behind her. The kick lifted her from the floor and she collapsed, moaning, curled in a ball of pain, rubbing her bruised crotch. It was in that state that she was dragged by her hair and shoved into her kennel once more. She realised her time in the pit was not yet done.

Prone, on her knees, once again back to the pit, she waited, trying to recover her breath after the savage kick.

---

There were some cheers coming form the other side of the room, when Sally took off all her clothes. The whore wanted some revenge for her friend, who was still lying curled up in the pit, facing the wall and coughing severely. The whore opened her mouth to receive the same large ring gag. Also her ankles were chained together to make it a fight on equal terms. Sally was pushed in the other kennel and Ruben began to take the bets for the rematch.

The wooden spikes were still lying next to Polly in the pit. Nobody made any attempts to lift the still curled up, coughing whore out of the pit, before grates were opened for the next round.

Sally crawled out of her gate, but instead going for one of the spikes, she directly went for Felina or more specifically for her nose ring. Polly turned her head to see, what was going on in the pit next to her, when she heard the grates being opened again. Her eyes were bloodshot, but she reached out to grab one of the spikes.

---

As she was facing the wrong direction, Felina could not see who was her next opponent. As the grate was opened, she backed up awkwardly, entangling herself in the hobble chain. She heard another chain rattling behind her and cursed. Whoever was the other fighter, she was already out and shuffling to get the dildos first. She hurried and once her head was at last out of the kennel, she turned around, only to see that Sally was already upon her.

She was taken aback, surprised that Sally was back and wondering how she could have got the dildo and already be upon her. Except that she had no spike in her hand. She could read furor in her eyes. The thief tried to stand up to face Sally.

---

When Sally saw Felina was starting to turn around, she rushed her. Sally crashed into Felina, before the thief could get fully on her feet. The whore was screaming incoherently due to the gag locked in her mouth. Both women went down, Sally on top. The whore clawed and slapped Felina with the fury of a wild animal and the crowd was loving it, cheering her on.

At the side of the pit, Polly was rolling on her stomach and getting on her knees. In her hand, she was clutching one of the spikes.

---

Felina was shocked by so much rage. She was exhausted after two fights and so much pain and could not defend herself efficiently. She was soon straddled by the whore, feeling her wet vulva sitting on her chest as she slapped her face repeatedly. Felina tried to protect head. She would let the whore grow tired and then she would counter-attack. As Sally had no dildo, she could not win the fight without moving off the thief first.

---

While Sally was fighting with Felina, Polly began to crawl towards the pair. On the way, she picked up the second spike.

Sally was a bit surprised, how easy it had been to overpower Felina. And when she was straddling the other women, she screamed triumphantly. With one hand she tried to grab the red mane of the other women, so Felina could no longer dodge her slaps and punches. But not used to this kind of activity, the whore was tiring fast.

---

Felina was able to parry most of the slaps, and those that hit had not much power. As expected, Sally was tiring fast. She was panting and sweating and drooling. As she reached for the red mane, Felina launched her counter-attack. First she curled her legs up, kicking her knees into her aggressor’s back, and then she bucked her hips up and twisted herself to the side, hoping to push Sally off her.

---

Sally yelp, when the knees connected with her back and she was thrown of Felina's chest. But she held got a hold of Felina's hair and yanked on it. Also, the new position on the side allowed the whore to use her own legs. So she tried to knee Felina in her bell, while her free hand groped for Felina's nose ring.

Also, Polly was now almost in reach to grab the feet of the wrestling pair.

---

Felina protected her belly with he own legs but winced as her head was violently yanked by her hair. The pain made her hiss and grimace. She saw Sally’s hand reaching for her face and tried to turn it away but the hold on her hair kept her immobile. She let out a desperate grunt as her opponent managed to grab her nose ring but not yet hooking a finger in it. Panicking, she tried to slap Sally’s hand away with one arm while reaching for her breast with the other hand, trying to maul it as cruelly as she could, while kicking her own legs at the whore.

She had still not realised that Polly was still here and approaching them.

---

The first sign, that Felina got that there was second opponent, was, when Polly grabbed her hobble chain, stopping her from kicking at Sally.

Sally's hand slipped from the nose ring, but her hand was still in Felina's face. And when the thief mauled her tit, the whore pushed her four fingers into Felina's mouth, while simultaneously she dug her thumb in the soft flesh behind Felina's chin.

---

Suddenly, Felina felt her legs yanked by her chain, the shackles digging into her ankles. Simultaneously, her nose ring was pulled and Sally’s hand grabbed her lower jaw, yanking on her head. It felt like pain burst through her face, momentarily blinding her. Yet, she kept kneading and twisting the whore’s breast with furious vengeance. Something was amiss, terribly wrong, but she would not fall without hurting that bitch.

---

Sally held on to Felina's lower jaw, pushing her finger deeper in Felina's mouth. Her nails dug into Felina's tongue. With her other hand, she pulled on Felina's wrist of the hand, that was pulling on her breast. Luckily, Sally did not have any piercings, despite that Felina's grip was painfully and the whore was screeching. When Sally felt someone else by her legs, she quickly glanced down and saw Polly. Sally stopped kicking at Felina, so the other whore could crawl on to  Felina's leg, pinning them to the ground and bringing herself in position to push the wooden dildo into Felina's pussy.

---

Felina and Sally had reached a stalemate, each mauling the other in a heinous way. The victory would belong to the toughest girl, and on that point, the country child Felina had an advantage over the city harlot. But suddenly, the thief felt someone grasping her legs, crawling over them, forcing her buttocks against the floor while pinning her lower body down. She could not see who was attacking her but it was clear they were two against one. She began to buck and kick with the energy of despair, trying to get rid of her two aggressors.

---

Polly had trouble place the tip of dildo cleaning at the opening of Felina's pussy. So the whore gave up and grip the wooden shaft by it handle and began to stab at Felina's crotch, hitting her perineum a couple of times, before she finally found a hole.

Sally was at the end of her strength and her grip of Felina's jaw loosened. But she threw all her weight on Felina's chest to keep her pinned to the floor, while Polly tried to push the massive dildo in to her.

Despite, that it was the third unfair fight, the crowd was loving the action in the pit.

---

Felina could not win against two taller and heavier girls. Her frantic bucking grew weaker as she tired. She felt something pointy hammering against her perineum and she kept shaking her butt to avoid getting raped. Alas, her movements became slower and suddenly her vagina got painfully forced by the wooden weapon. Her body froze in agony, arched and trembling, as she felt every ridge enter her sex, filling and stretching it. With horror, she realised she had lost again.

---

Once Polly found the entrance of Felina's vagina, she began to pump the dildo all the way in and out. Sally held down Felina, until her bucking be came weaker, then the whore gestured for Polly to give her the other dildo. Sally then tried to push it into Felina's open mouth under the cheers of the crowed, which witnessed the double rape of Felina.

In the end, they flipped her over on her stomach and pushed the second dildo all the way into Felina's overstretched ass, before they let go of their victim, who now had two large and bloody dildos sticking out of her lower holes.

---

Felina grunted and hissed and squirmed as her tight vagina was raped raw by the huge dildo. Despite the agony spreading through her entire lower belly, she was now too tired to do much. Polly was sitting on her thighs while Sally was bouncing her butt on her breasts, pinning her arms under her shins. She could not move, she could not protect herself.

Suddenly, the second dildo hovered above her face and her eyes grew wide in horror. She could not even close her mouth. She tried to turn her head to the side but Sally hooked her nose ring and kept her immobile while she rammed the huge object down her already sore throat.

She was now raped from both ends by the two vicious, vengeful prostitutes. She could hardly breathe. The pain kept growing to inhuman levels and yet she was totally helpless. All the while, the public cheered her cruel torturers. This was pure hell.

When at last Madame Rouge signalled the end of the fight, the dildo that had been devastating Felina’s throat was yanked out and shoved back into her already gaping anus. Both dildos were pushed as far inside as possible. The one in her rectum was totally engulfed while only a short section of the handle protruded from her vulva. Her entire lower belly was on fire, her legs were paralysed by the pain. She was lying on the ground, semi-conscious, crying hysterically, unable to think or move.

---

After Polly and Sally were finished with Felina, two muscle men climbed in the pit. They pulled her by her arms and hair to the edge to lift her up to two colleagues, who then dragged here out of the room through the basement to the storage room with the cage. There Felina was stuffed in one of the cages in the bottom row. The men did not bother to remove any restraints or dildos from her body, before they left alone with the other painsluts already locked in different cages.

---

Despite how uncomfortable the cage was, Felina was relieved to be left alone, at last. This had been another hard night. She was exhausted and her entire body hurt. Her three holes were throbbing in agony, in particular her vagina and rectum that were still filled and stretched by the wooden dildos. Her bowels tried desperately to reject the one shoved in her ass but it was so long and so inflexible that there was no way it could succeed. Yet, peristaltic movements were very painful. Felina knew there would be no sleep possible until she had removed it.

She reached between her legs and found the pommel of the dildo-dagger protruding from her sex. She grabbed it and pulled, groaning and grimacing as the least touch revived the torture of her vagina. She had to pull it out, inch by inch, with recovery pauses in between. She was careful not to touch the thing labia rings as those still hurt a lot too. After a lot of effort and suffering, she pulled the last bit of the dildo out and let out a sigh of relief. Although her vagina still ached, it now had a chance to heal.

Next she reached for her anus. She arched her back backwards and spread her knees to the maximum allowed by the cage narrowness so that she could squeeze an arm between her loins and the ceiling. The dildo had been pushed all the way in and once again, she could touch its pommel with the tip of her fingers but could not get a good grip. She tried pushing with her bowels while pulling with her fingers but that was so painful she nearly passed out. Yet, her bowels continued to torture her as they contracted around the huge intruder, so that she kept trying after enough time had passed to build up some courage.

After some time, the door to the cage room opened on one of the guards leading a free, clean and shampooed Polly. He opened the cage just above Felina’s and locked the pampered whore into it.

Meanwhile, another guard entered, carrying a bucket. Felina vaguely remembered that she had already seen that scene but she had been so delirious the previous night that she had barely noticed it. The man went to the middle of the room, where there was circular stone with two embedded rings encased in the floor. The stone had a hole in its middle, into which the guard poured the content of his bucket. Then he pulled out his cock and peed in the hole too before leaving the room without saying a word.

---

Polly looked down at Felina through the bars and grinned, when she spotted only one wooden dildo and Felina's pain contorted face. "Oh, is one spike still stuck inside? I could help you remove it. But you have to do something for me first." The whore twisted around in the cage and pressed her crotch a between the bars on top of Felina's head. "Lick me and if you do a good job, I will remove the dildo." The whore wiggled her fingers at Felina and humped against the bars, that made up the floor of her cage.

---

Felina inwardly cursed the guard for placing Polly just above her, clearly marking who was higher in the pecking order. There were other empty cages but he chose that one clearly on purpose. However, Polly’s offer of helping her with her dildo was tempting. The thief could not imagine spending her entire rest shift in so much agony. Licking the whore’s cunt seemed a fair price despite how humiliating it would be. Her only concern was whether the bitch would fulfil her part of the deal. Felina was so desperate to get the dildo out though that she was ready to take that risk.

“We have a deal,” she whispered, the only type of sound her broken throat allowed her.

She had to contort herself in the cramped cage, until she was on her back. Then she grabbed the ceiling bars and lifted her head, pressing her face against Polly’s hairless vulva. As she just came from a bath, it smelled of soap and was perfectly clean. She ran her tongue up and down the slit, pushing the folds aside, titillating the vagina entrance before going back to the clitoris, which was by now fully erect. She pressed her lips around it and sucked hard, pulling it further out if its hood before, then used her tongue to lick it. She listened to Polly’s breaths and moans to do what was the most efficient. The sooner she came, the sooner her anus would be freed from its torture.

---

Polly moaned, while Felina licked her pussy. "Ah yes, that's it. Now, don't forget to also lick my anus and stick your tongue in it." The whore gasped and tilted her hips to give Felina access to her backdoor.

The whore breathing quickened and her panting became more irregular, when she came closer to her climax. She began stroke her own body, particularly her breast and with a shudder she came hard. The whore slumped against the ground bars of the cage with a satisfied look on her face.

---

Felina grimaced in disgust at Polly’s suggestion to lick her anus. This was disgusting but as the whore began to pull her vulva out of reach while presenting her anus, the redhead had no choice but to obey if she wanted to fulfil her part of the deal. Closing her eyes, she ran her tongue around the puckered hole, relieved that it tasted of soap too. She emboldened to push her tongue in. The taste was stronger there too but still clean enough. After some time, Polly brought her vulva back into reach, allowing Felina to finish her job, bringing her cage mate to a noisy orgasm.

Felina wiped all the saliva and juices smeared over her face with the back of her forearm. Staying on her back, she braced her shoulders against the floor of the cage and pushed her hips up to give Polly easier access to her butt.

---

Polly pushed her hand through bars and put her fingers together. Then she pushed them into Felina's vagina. "There is nothing here." The whore said cheerfully, while she twisted her hand around. "No, wait a feel something." She pushed against the anal intruder from inside Felina's body. "Oh, silly me! It is in your ass." Polly chuckled, pulled her fist out of Felina's pussy.

Polly placed her hand at Felina's anus and said helpfully. "Relax, this might a little bit." Before she slowly pressed all her finger inside Felina. "Now, I can feel it." Polly finger knocked against the base of the dildo, pushing it further into Felina's bowls. "Relax! You are crushing my hand." Polly pulled her hand back out. "Let's try this again." Polly's fist sank again into Felina. This time the whore got a grip on the handle. "Come give it to me!" Polly yanked and twisted the wooden shaft, when Felina's bowls were reluctant to give it free.

Finally Polly was able to pull the base of it out of Felina, soon followed by the rest. Polly dropped the dildo and it clanked against the bars of Felina's cage. The whore whipped her dirty and on Felina's thighs. "What I don't get a thank your?" She asked. 

---

“Not my pussy, my butt!” Felina whispered haltingly, grimacing from the pain caused by Polly’s hand moving inside her raw vagina. She tried to pull away but the whore spread her fingers so that it was impossible to get her hand out. Felina gasped and cursed, pushing her hips back up.

Polly continued to pretend she was looking for the dildo before moving to her anus. There, the torture started again, only much worse. She could have just pulled it out in a smooth movement but she twisted and moved it cruelly against her bleeding inner walls. Felina hissed, her face horrible contorted, her hands clenched around two bars as her ass was so viciously tormented. But at last the stick was pulled out, forcing her anus to prolapse.

Felina’s body fell back as she lost consciousness.

---

When Polly saw, that it had been too much for her cell mate. She reached down to use Felina's hair to clean her hand thoroughly. Then the whore curled up in her cage and tried to get some sleep.

Much later a couple of men came into the room and let the whores out of their cages, but not Felina. When they all had left, Felina was left alone in the dark cellar locked into her cage. How long she had to wait for someone else to come into the room was hard to tell. But when the door opened the next time, it was Sally. She was carrying a plate and a bowl. "The mistress told me to bring you some food, so you have some strength for tonight." She placed the plate and bowl in front of Felina's cage. On the plate were two thick slices of old bread. They had a coating fresh cum. The whore grinned. "Chef's special." And the liquid in the bowl had an ominous yellowish tint. Sally leaned over the plate and let a fat glop of saliva drop on the cum bread. "Some extra flavor." She said, before she left the room.

---

Felina did not stay unconscious very long but when she woke up, Polly was snoring in the cage above her. Her own back was aching from pressing against the bars, so she squirmed until she was on her side, curled up. Her holes were still throbbing but her prolapsus had returned inside her body and her holes had begun to recover a bit.

The position was quite uncomfortable but she was so tired that she fell asleep and slept for several hours, only waking up now and then to shift her position. She was awoken when the other girls were let out of their cages but then, in the darkness, she slept again. All that sleep was helping her body to recover and heal.

When Sally came with her meal, Felina felt much better. She was no longer tired although her holes and throat were still sore. Her body was stiff from her long immobility. She had peed herself two times so that there was a pool of urine under the bars of her cage. She reeked of cold sweat and from the filth Polly had wiped in her hair.

She was extremely hungry and thirsty too and her stomach growled loudly when she saw Sally bringing her a tray. She quickly moved to her shins and elbows as the food and drink was pushed into her cage. The face she made as she saw and smelled her meal was very comical. Mouldy bread covered in cum and strong pee, still warm from the source. It was disgusting. Yet, Felina was too hungry to refuse it. She needed to recover some strength.

It was clear now that neither the Guild nor Madame Rouge intended to let her leave the brothel. Every day she passed here, they added more to her misery. Already she had been pierced in so many places… If that continued, her life would be totally ruined and she would never be able to do anything other than play the role of the Savage in those pervert and cruel shows. She had to escape. Her mission was a total failure. She had to report to Mr. Geoffrey. But for that she needed an opportunity, and the capacity of seizing it when it occurred.

Thus, she closed her eyes and took the bread. It was so hard it hurt to bite it. The cum generously spread on it was thick and sticky and smelled like rotten fish. After each bite she swallowed she had to resist the urge to throw it up. She tried to wash the taste with the urine but that too was very strong and it left an even worse taste in her mouth. Nevertheless, she forced herself to eat the bread to the last crumble and drank all the urine. The taste was awful but she did feel better and stronger.

Felina

Ankle and wrist shackles

Huge ring gag, padlocked

Hobble chain

Vagina and rectum plugged with the wooden dildo daggers

Locked in a cramped cage.

- Big nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 4 ugly rings on each ear

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

---

It was early evening, not that Felina would have been able to keep track of time in the basement, when the next time someone came into the room. It was Madame Rouge with two men. The mistress wrinkle her nose at the stench coming from Felina's direction. "Ah, I see you covered nicely. That's good, you will need all your strength for tonight, Savage." The mistress unlocked her cage door. "Get out, we will have to clean you a bit first. Nobody like a stinking whore."

They brought Felina back up and to the back door and then outside in the courtyard with the well. They sky was already darkening. They gave her a large block of soap and pointed to the well. "Clean yourself, Savage." One of the men said. He and his friend watched with crossed arms and waited for the redhead to clean the worst filth of her body.

---

Felina had to be dragged out of the cage as her stiff, cramped limbs refused to move. As they pulled her up, her legs remained curled up, until one of the men forcefully stretched them down. Then they helped her to walk and climb the stairs. Moving warmed her muscles though and her articulations got less stiff.

In the yard, the air was chilly as the sun was already set and the twilight grew. It was the first time she was allowed outside of the brothel since the Guild had abandoned her. Maybe it was the opportunity she had been looking for? If only her limbs were not so stiff… she surely could outrun those two brutes. There was a gate opening on the street. She could have easily jumped over it and disappeared in the city…

Felina first had to lift the bucket of water from the well. The movement was hard at first but as her muscles and joints warmed up, it became easier. She poured the cold water over her head and soaped herself, her body, her face, her hair. She shivered now in the cold, her skin covered in goosebumps and her nipples sticking out like wooden pegs, their rings proudly carried up. She gave her crotch and ass a thorough cleaning too, as well as her nose, ears and nipples, to clean the fresh piercings. As she washed herself, she massaged her muscles to get rid of the cramps.

Covered in soap, she dropped the bucket back in the well and cranked the handle again to get water to rinse all the bubbly soap. She felt much better already. Maybe she had a chance to escape? Maybe it was her only chance? What if they never brought her back here? What if they added more piercings to her that would make her life even more miserable? On the other hand, if they brought her back here the next day, she might be even stronger and would have a better chance of escaping?

Then she looked down at her feet, at the heavy chain connecting them. How could she have forgotten it? That ruined all her chances. She could not run, she could not climb, and with the ring gag, she could not even ask for help.

She rinsed all the soap from her body. She was shivering now and looked like a drenched cat, but she was much cleaner and smelled of soap. She wondered what Madame Rouge had in store for her.

---

"If you're finished, let's get back inside." One man grabbed Felina's arm and pulled Felina back inside and in the basement.

 Madame Rouge was already waiting in the room with the pit in the floor. She smiled at Felina. "You look much better now. Remove her gag and the hobble chain." The mistress ordered the muscle men. To Felina she said, after the restraints had been removed. "You will spend tonight in the pit again. But this time you won't fight another whore, but paying clients. They get seven minutes with you in the pit, during which they can do to you, what ever they want." She paused for a second, before she revealed the twist. "Though they will have to subdue you first, so the longer you fight and struggle, the less you will have to suffer." An evil grin spread over Madame Rouge's face. "You can wait in the pit for your first customer, Savage." The two men step closer and would help Felina to climb into the pit (=throw her over the barricade), if she did not jump in the pit herself.

---

Felina left the yard with a last look at the gate before following the men to her fate. When she realised she was led back to the pit room, her heart sank. She had been hoping for a shift in the cage but it seemed she was no longer considered fit for that and was brought directly to the hardcore shows.

Her despair grew again when she learned she would now have to fight against men. Fighting girls had been hard enough…

Anyway, knowing there was no way to avoid it, and that she stood no chance to run away from this room, she straddled the fence and jumped into the pit, flexing her limbs and getting ready for the fight. She felt much better now and she was no longer hobbled. Maybe she had a chance to last 7 minutes without being caught after all?

Felina

Ankle and wrist shackles

- Big nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 4 ugly rings on each ear

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

---

It took a while, before the room started to fill with men. But slowly men started to lean against the wooden planks at the edge of the pit and leer at the naked women in the pit. Madame Rouge called for their attention and then explained them the rules. Every one, who paid one gold coin, would get seven minutes in the pit. They could do whatever he wanted to Savage, also long as she was not permanently disfigured. Though they would have to subdue Savage first. There were some discontent shouts at the high price and that they had to fight Savage first. A couple of men left again.

After she had explained the rules, Madame Rouge asked for a first competitor. Several men held up gold coins. Madame Rouge picked one at random. He walked through the crowd getting some jealous looks from the others, when he handed the gold coin to the mistress. Madame Rouge pocketed the gold coins and turned a large hour glass. "Your time starts now."

 The man did not loose any more time and vaulted into the pit. He was of average height and also reasonably fit. He looked with a predatory grin at Felina. "Come here, you're all mine now." He stepped towards her, his arms wide outstretched to catch her.

---

Felina waited in the pit, feeling ashamed of being naked and surrounded by all those clothed males. Having nothing to distract her mind, she felt the full weight of the shame rest on her. Finally a man was selected and joined her in the pit. She looked at him, gauging his strength and skills. He was slightly taller and heavier than her, like most men, but he did not look too dangerous. His “attack” was quite stupid. Did he really think she would just surrender to him without a fight?

Well, maybe he was… so why not give him what he wanted? She took a shy, scared expression and waited for him to approach, judging the distance with her expert fencer’s eyes. When he was just where she wanted him to be, she suddenly leapt into action, launching a swift vertical kick aimed at his genitals.

---

The man had not seen Savage in the days before, so he was not aware that the whore in the pit might be a serious opponents. So her attack surprise him, he tried to twist his hip, but his was too late. Her kick connected with his balls. He let out scream and sank to his knees, gasping for air and cradling his genitals. The crowd erupted with laughter and cheers at the foolishness of the man.

---

Felina grinned victoriously as she saw the man crumble to his knees, holding his crotch. Just after her kick had connected, she had leaped backwards out of his reach but now he looked quite out of fight. The only question that remained was whether he would stay like that until the end of the hourglass.

Probably not, she decided.

She swiftly danced around him and once she was behind his back, she kicked him again, this time in the loins. She only had to keep kicking him from time to time to keep him down, she strategised.

---

The man was out of the fight. Also his poor performance was now also the target of the mockery by the spectators and they encouraged Felina to kick him more and beat him up. The poor man tried his best to protect himself, while the time slowly run down.

When the time was up, Madame Rouge rang a bell. Two muscle men jumped in the pit. They would pull Felina away from the man, if necessary. They lifted the groaning man out of the pit and Madame Rouge asked for the next competitor. There were now significantly fewer gold coins raised in the air, mostly by large, strong men. Madame Rouge looked around the room and selected the largest man, she could spot with a gold coin. There was someone, who shouted. "Let see, how she does know against the giant. He will crush her."

The crowd parted for the giant and he gave Madame Rouge his gold coin. The man climbed slowly in to the pit, landing heavily on his feet and turned to Felina, when Madame Rouge turned the hour glass again.

---

It quickly was obvious her opponent would not get back into the fight. However, she felt that the public would not appreciate it if there was no action in the pit. Thus, after a few more kicks to make sure he would not long be a danger, she started humiliating him. She knew that some men were fond of being humiliated. If she might entice some of them to pay to fight her, they would be easy preys.

So, she began to rub her soles against the man’s face, using him like a doormat. She pinched his nose with her toes, pushed her heel into his mouth, strangled him with her feet. Then, after one more kick in the guts to make sure he was subdued, she rolled him on his back and sat on his face, rubbing her crotch and butt back and force against his nose, pretending to feel pleasure from that act. All this won her a lot of cheers and catcalls.

Her hope of getting faced to another weakling was not realised. Quite the contrary, the next man was a giant, a mountain of muscles. Under his pants she could see a huge bulge. If that man got to rape her, she would be in for very hard time. Thankfully, he was so heavy that he looked rather slow.

As he approached her, it almost felt like the ground shook with each of his steps. Felina backed up, following a circular trajectory to avoid getting near the wall. She had learned the day before how dangerous this was. She did not try to attack him. She just stayed beyond the reach of his legs, slowing down when he slowed and accelerating when he did. Yet, she was on the lookout. At some point, the guy might grow too frustrated and act rashly out of anger. That might give her an opportunity to ripost.

---

After they had circled the pit twice, the giant move more to the center trying to stop Felina from running in circles. The giant started to get frustrated, since already a quarter of his time had passed. "Hold still, bitch."

The audience cheered every time Felina evaded his huge arms. One time he almost got Felina's hair. He felt it on his hand, he was too slow to close his fingers. In the audience, people started to bet, whether Savage could remain untouched for the full seven minutes or not. At the moment it was fifty-fifty with the bets, but more than half of the time remained. 

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Felina’s tactic was working and she continued to use it, remaining safely out of reach; she even added a half-step of distance between them to take her hair into account. She began to flaunt her breasts to tease the brute and the audience. Maybe horniness would obscure the giant’s mind even more?

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The giant started to loose patience. His time was running out quickly and he had payed one gold coin for this. The mockery of the spectators was not helping with his temper. He fainted a half step to the right, but then he swung his left fist, trying to punch Felina, if she stepped to the left.

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The giant was so slow, body and mind. While he feinted to the right, he was already looking to its left. It was so obvious that Felina just made a half step backward.

“Better! Continue like that!” she taunted him in a whisper. Finally, this was almost amusing, and certainly much better than spending her time in that cage, playing the Savage.

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Her taunt only enraged the giant more. He let out an angry snarl and charged her. He missed her and crashed into the wall with a loud thud. He was slow to recover and when he turned back to his naked foe, he saw that already two third of his time had run out. He abandoned any strategy and charged her anew, diving for her legs this time, desperate to bring her down quickly.

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Felina laughed, which came out like strange grunts, as the brute crashed into the wall. He was doing all the work for her. As he was dazzled, face down on the ground, legs splayed wide, the bulge caused by the big package between his thighs was quite obvious. She dared to approach him and titillate his balls through his pants, before quickly backing up as he began to stir.

He charged again, this time trying to tackle her legs. Again his target was so obvious that she stayed immobile until the last moment, only to leap to the side as he crashed and slid on the ground, winding himself with his own weight. She jumped between his legs and kicked his balls as hard as she could, decided to bring that round to an early end.

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When Felina's kick landed on his balls, the man howled. But also his legs reflexively slammed together in trying to protect his balls. The muscular thighs trapping Felina's foot. But the giant was too winded and consumed by the pain from his balls radiating into his lower body to take advantage, that Felina was momentarily off balance.

The crowd went wild. They shouted. "Savage! Savage! Finish him!" Everyone seemed now to be on the side of the whore. There was still a bit more than a minute of sand left in the upper half of the hourglass next to Madame Rouge, who was enjoying the show with the rest of the audience.

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Felina turned pale as her foot got trapped between the man’s powerful legs. Had she been too daring? It would be stupid to fail now. Thankfully, her kick had hit him hard and it was not even obvious he had realised what had happened. She quickly tried to pull her foot out of the hold, twisting and turning it, while bracing on her free foot.

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A murmur went through the crowd, when the spectators realized that Felina's foot was trapped. "You got her!" Someone shouted. The giant was still fighting the pain coming from his testicles, but he turned on his side and he saw Felina, stand over him. He did not notice that Felina's foot was between his legs, thus he rolled completely on his side and with his large hand he tried to grab her leg. He looked in confused, when Felina tipped to the side, when he rolled on his back, since her foot was still trapped between his legs, her leg was twist with his roll. His movement also loosened the grip that his legs had on her leg and Feline was able to free her leg, but not before his hand closed around her leg. The man had a triumphant grin on his face. "You're mine now." He hissed.

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Felina could not pull her foot out of the vise-grip-like hold. When he rolled to her back, she was thrown on the floor, landing on her back with a gasp of pain. Her heart was pounding in her chest and in a desperate move, she yanked her foot free… alas, her ankle was now held in the moist, crushing fist of the brute, who was leering at her. How could he have recovered so fast? That guy was a monster.

Felina realised she had no chance of freeing her leg from his grip. Instead, she waited until his face was close enough and then she tried to kick his nose with her free foot, putting all her energy in that last-ditch attack.

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The man turned his face away and only grunted, when her foot hit his cheek. With his free hand he grab her foot. He pulled her legs apart, pulling her back over her floor. His pelvis connecting with her crotch. "Ha, finally I got you." He leaned forward, pining her to the ground with his massive weight. Rather easily he grabbed her arms and pinned them with one hand over her head. He just placed a giant hand on her tit, when the time ran out and Madame Rouge rang the bell. There were some disappointed shouts coming form the crowd. But the brute ignored all that and began to maul Felina's breast, while he dry humped her.

Madame Rouge' muscle men jumped in the pit and the mistress ordered the giant to stop, since his time was up. But the man did not think to stop now, he continued molesting Felina's with his large hand. Thus he had to be pulled of the thief by three men. Before he was pulled off, he managed to spit in Felina's face, punch her in the belly and knee her in the crotch.

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With both ankles held up tight, only Felina’s shoulders and head rested on the floor. The brute spread her legs so wide she thought her was going to dislocate them. She hissed in agony. Next it was as though a mountain crashed upon her as he rested  most of his weight on her. He was much taller and heavier and stronger. There was nothing she could do. Her wrists disappeared in his huge fist. With his free hand he began to maul and knead her breasts. His fingers were strong, they dug deep in her flesh. He crushed her boobs, strangled them, twisted them and stretched them out cruelly, while she grimaced and grunted in agony. All the while he was humping her crotch, threatening to break her pubis bone. She curled her legs up, trying to pull him away with her feet but there was really nothing she could do against such a monster.

He was so furious that Felina thought he was going to tear her breasts from her chest. They throbbed in agony, bruised and swollen. She saw three men trying to pry him off her and they struggled to do it. As he was forced to lift his torso, he managed to land a tree-log-like punch into her guts, soon followed by a bone-breaking knee kick in her crotch. At last he was pulled away, but he still managed to spit the fattest and ugliest spittoon on her grimacing face.

Felina curled her body on her side, panting and crying. Her vulva had been crushed against her hip bone and her breasts felt like they had been reduced to bags of jello.

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Seeing the curled up Felina at the bottom of the pit, Madame Rouge took her time to selected the whore's next opponent wanting her to give some time to recover. After all the night was young and the crowd seemed to love Savage's small victories. The mistress picked a less intimidating foe for Felina this round. The man was still bigger than the thief and the muscles under his shirt indicated, that he also was fairly strong, but he was no mountain of meat like the previous man. When the man came to pay his fee, he asked the mistress, whether he could also have a rope or a chain. Madame Rouge sensing the opportunity to make more money replied. "For 5 copper coins you get a rope and for a silver you get a chain."

 The man grudgingly opened his purse and counted five copper coins in Madame Rouge's hand. She sent a muscle man to fetch a rope from another room. It took the assistant a couple of minutes to return with the rope. The rope was handed to the customer, who tied a simple sling in one end and then jumped into the pit, when Madame Rouge turned the hourglass again.

The man approached Felina through the middle of the pit. He would throw the sling at her to distract her and then try to tackle her, when she evaded the rope.

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After some time passed curled in a ball, Felina rolled on her back, panting hard, covered in sweat, oblivious to all the eyes that ogled at her exposed nakedness. Her boobs no longer stood as firm but, all bruised, sagged miserably to the sides of her chest. They still throbbed, as well as her vulva.

The selection of her next opponent seemed to take forever, and then more time passed as he had bought a rope. When the man finally entered the pit, Felina was back on her feet, breathing normally. Her pussy and breasts still ached but they no longer impeded her movements. Her breasts sagged a bit now, her hair was all matted and entangled and she was glistening with sweat.

She saw that her opponent had brought a lasso to the fight. This one, albeit less massive than her previous opponent, looked more dangerous. He looked smarter and more agile. He was going to be a dangerous opponent.

As he approached, swinging his lasso, she backed up to give herself more time to react. When he threw the sling knot at her, she side-stepped it and tried to catch it. It had just been a feint though as the man jumped at her. She could not allow herself to be caught because that man was stronger and heavier than her, so she tried to dodge him and make him trip on her extended leg.

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The man did trip over her leg, or more precisely he walked into her extended leg. Their legs hooked into each other. And since the man was heavier and carried thus more momentum. Felina's leg was pulled into the direction he was going. Though the man did stumbled for a second, but he regained his balance almost immediately. After all he was a sailor and used to moving deck of a ship. Also he knew how to handle a rope. He whipped his arm around, trying to get the rope to wrap around Felina's body and stopping her from retreating.

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Felina pivoted as her leg was yanked by the sailor’s foot. She smiled as he tripped but before she could even react, he had recovered his balance and lashed his rope at her. It whipped her back and bruised breasts, coiling itself two times around her upper chest, constricting her aching boobs. She tried to leap away but the rope was stuck on itself.

Hastily, she tried to disentangle herself before her opponent could attack.

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The sailor pulled on the rope around Felina's chest. The rope scrapped over Felina's skin, but there was enough friction to make her stumble in his direction. The man showed her no mercy and punched her in the face. Then he tackled her bringing her down. Pressing her to the ground with his weight, he wound the rope four times around her neck. He turned her on her belly and he grabbed her left ankle and pulled it up towards her neck, forcing Felina to arch her back. The rope was then wound a few times around her ankle to leaving about a foot of tight rope between Felina's neck and her foot, held in place only by the friction for now. The sailor grabbed Felina's second foot and secured it to he first, placing a simple knot in the rope. As long as the sailor exerted some pressure on Felina's leg and pushed them towards her head, the rope would be tight around her neck, but as soon as he lifted his weight, her legs tried to uncurl and the began rope constricted around her neck.

The audience cheered, when Felina was placed in the hogtie. The cheers grew even louder, when the sailor pushed with one hand on the back of Felina's head to hold her down and with the other wrestled with the laces of his pants to free his cock. When his dick finally sprang free, the sailor still had more then two thirds of the time left.

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Dazzled by the punch, Felina was unable to resist much while the sailor hogtied her ankles to her neck, forcing her in a severe spine arch that also strangled her. When she recovered from the punch, she reached with her hands to her neck to disentangle the rope and recover her breathing.

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The sailor punched her savagely in her rips, when she tried to loosen the neck rope. "No, you don't !" Using one hand the sailor forced her legs apart and shuffled between them. He lifted her hip a bit, so that the head of his cock pushed against Felina's nether rings. With the hand he grabbed the loose end the rope around Felina's neck and a good portion of her hair too. He pulled on it at it, the same instant he thrust his hip forward. His penis pushed into Felina.

When the sailor felt how dry she was, he pulled back out and spat on his finger. Then he pushed them into her vagina to lube her up and stretch her. All the while he held a tight grip on rope around Felina's neck. He realigned himself and thrust forward again, this time sliding in a bit easier. He began to rape Felina, occasionally punching her side or pulling on her hair, while the crowd cheered him on.

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Felina’s face was turning red and puffy as she could not breathe normally. Her mouth gaped wide, her tongue protruded. Her vision darkened and reduced to a tunnel. She had to push with her hands on the ground to keep her torso high enough to avoid strangling herself.

As she fought for a trickle of air, she felt the man positioning himself between her legs. She gasped as his cock penetrated her dry and sore pussy. He was now holding the loose end of the rope around her neck, constricting her neck even more. Bracing herself on her left hand, she reached behind her head with her right one, trying to yank the rope free.

But the sailor was raping her again now, yanking on her neck and hair while banging his cock back and forth into her narrow vagina. She grunted and gasped in agony and panic as she could now hardly breathe at all. Her eyes were reduced to slits and ugly noises came out of her constricted throat. Her strength bled out fast, reducing her struggles to weak squirms.

Her right hand ceased to fight and she used it to brace herself too. Her fingers clawed the ground, her toes curled and uncurled desperately. At some point, she peed, spraying urine all over the sailor’s crotch and pants.

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The man was nearing his climax, when he felt warm wetness in his crotch. First he mistakenly fought the whore was coming. "You like it." He was about to say, when the aroma of urine hit his nostrils. Disgusted he tried to escape the yellow liquid. "You dirty whore." He pulled out and pushed himself of Felina's back. He let go of the rope and her hair her and stepped away from the puddle spreading around Felina's legs, but it was too late his pants were already soaked.

The spectors laughed at the misfortune of the sailor, who was disgusted by Felina. "I don't want to fuck this dirty slut. Someone else can have her." He gave Felina kick in the side, that was not as hard as it could have been, since the pants were still around the sailors. He turned away to pull up his soiled paints and climb out of the pit.

Madame Rouge instructed a assistant to fetch some water, so that the pit and Felina could be cleaned before the next round. The muscle guys did not get in the pit to help Felina free herself from the rope, her struggling would have to entertain the guest until some water had been brought in the room.

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Felina suddenly felt the sailor scramble away. Had he cum? She was not sure. She felt a warm liquid around her but there was too much to be cum. Shy yelped as he kicked her in the ribs.

She realised she was alone, and still hogtied and strangled. She was desperately bracing on her arms to keep her torso vertical, which allowed a trickle of air to reach her lungs. Whenever she reached for her neck with one hand, her torso twisted and lowered, choking her completely. She was grimacing from the pain and the fear. Was she going to die like that, in front of that audience of perverts?

She pushed herself a little higher by bracing on her fingertips instead of her palms. This let a little more air to go through her windpipe. Her mind cleared a bit. She remained like that until she had managed to fill her lungs. Then she lifted both arms and reached behind her neck. Immediately, her arched body swung forward, the hogtie rope getting taut as a bow string. All air was cut-off and even the blood supply to her brain was impaired. She had to act quickly before she lost consciousness or that would mean her death.

Her fingers fumbled around her neck, searching for a knot and finding none. She grunted and drooled and flared her nostrils. She was too weak by now to forced her back to arch by itself, or her legs to pull off the floor. At last she understood there was no knot. She found the loose end and pulled it forward. The rope began to loosen and she quickly uncoiled it.

She lied down on her belly, panting and coughing, while two buckets of icy water were emptied over her.

---

The men splashed a third bucket over the floor of the pit, in the hope to wash a way the worst of the pee. Madame Rouge asked for the next men, who wanted to try to tame Savage in the pit. There were still a few hands raised.  And Madame Rouge picked a another man, he said something to the mistress and after he handed her five additional silver coins. A man was sent to fetch whatever the next client had requested.

The man took long enough for Felina to recover her breath, but ugly rope marks and burns were now visible on her neck. The assistant returned with a curled up bullwhip, the man nodded his thanks and climbed in the pit and the timer was started.

The man uncurled the whip and faced Felina, a sadistic smile on his face. He raised his arm and let the long whip fly through the air. The whip was long enough to reach almost anywhere in the pit, if the man stood in the center of the pit. There was nowhere to hide for Felina. And from how he wielded the whip, it was not the first time for the man to use a such long whip.

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Felina was beginning to tire after these fights and rapes. She tried to recover as much as she could during the pauses but still all that action was taking its toll. When she saw the next man brandishing a bullwhip she was scared. She backed up as far as possible from him, while keeping out of reach from the spectators. She took a fighting stance, ready to leap left or right to try to dodge the whip. This was going to be a nasty fight…

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The man swung his arm and the tip bull whip sliced through the air, where Felina had been standing a fraction of a second earlier. The man was not bothered by missing her with the first lash. He brought his arm around for a second more horizontal blow, giving the thief less space to dodge and staying out of the reach of the hands of the spectators.

The man swung the whip on both ways, so when Felina moved to the left, his next attack would also come from the left, making it nearly impossible for the woman to dodge at least half of his lashes.

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Felina knew from her fencing lessons that she must not look at the whip but at the man’s eyes. They were telling the truth. Besides, it was not difficult to guess where the whip would land by looking at how the arm moved. The first blow, being vertical, was easy to dodge. The two next ones were trickier as they came horizontally, at waist height. For those, Felina had to lie down, shuddering as she heard the leather swish above her head.

She jumped back to her feet, breathing faster. The next lash was aimed low, and this time she leaped in the air, pulling her feet up as the whip cracked on the stone where they had just rested. The fight continued like this for some time. The whipper acted deliberately, conserving his energy, while Felina was dancing around to avoid his attacks. It did not take long for her to be panting hard, dripping sweat from all her pores. Her movements were already getting slower and less precise.

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The spectators cheered every time the whip cracked against the stone, where a body part of Felina had been only moments before.

The man with the whip saw the sweat starting to run down Felina's body. He started to aim most of his lashes at her knees having her jump high every time, until she did not jump high enough and the whip curled around her foot and the tip bit into her sole. The man pulled back the whip and used his chance to land more quick blows on Felina's  body, before the thief recovered and managed to dodge the subsequent lashes.

But from then on the man began to hit her more regularly, first mostly her limps, but when Felina slowed down even more, the men also managed to whip her chest, belly and back. Seeing that he was now hitting her, he made a step forward and put more force in his swings.

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Jumping to dodge the lashes was exhausting. Her legs began to tire, to feel heavy. Her tormentor made her leap higher and higher, leaving her no respite, until she was panting heavily and sweating like a waterfall. And as it should happen, at some point she was too slow. She felt a line of fire circling her ankle and foot, lashing against her sole. She yelped and, the moment she landed, her leg was yanked from under her, making her fall on all fours. Before she could get back on her feet, several blows hit her back, her butt, the sides of her breasts.

The dance continued but slower. The welt under her sole forced Felina to limp and she was now too tired to jump very high. The lanyard was now hitting her almost each time, always coming from a different direction. Sweat burned her eyes, she had difficulty to focus her mind as lashes of pain kept raining on her, hitting her most sensitive spots. Red lines criss-crossed her breasts, her belly, her thighs. Whenever she tried to protect herself with her arms, or one leg, the whip would bite a vulnerable area.

The slower she was, the stronger the blows became, but Felina could not force her heavy limbs to move. In the end, she knelt down, her head between her knees, curling into a tight ball on the ground.

---

The crowd cheered, when Felina finally went on her knees. The man positioned himself, so that his lashes were landing along her back, the tip of the whip digging into Felina's buttocks. Luckily the time ran out shortly after and the man stopped whipping the cowering woman, when Madame Rouge rang the bell. He walked to the wall, dropped the whip and climbed out of the pit.

This time Madame Rouge had to choose between many men, who wanted to be the next. She pointed at the man in the back, who also had a special request. He wanted Felina's feet locked in metal high heels. The mistress nodded and a man to return with the requested item a few minutes later. The muscle man jumped in the pit, they grabbed Felina and turned her on her belly. One sat on her back, while the other locked both feet in the metal shoes, securing the with small padlocks. The helpers got out of the pit, so that the show could continue.

The man climbed into the pit and grinned at the women with red whip marks covering her entire body and wobbling on the high heeled shoes. The ground of the pit was not completely even and also it was still wet. It also did not help, that the shoe's soles were made of flat metal, that gave Felina nearly no grip on the slippery floor. The man saw the rope from before lying on the ground. He picked it up and began to approach Felina.

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Felina’s back and buttocks were on fire from all the lashes that had rained on them. She was crying in her folded arms even though her tormentor was leaving the pit. Suddenly hands grabbed her feet and yanked her legs from under her. Someone sat on her back, her feet were seized and some kind of shoes placed on them. When they left, Felina rolled and sat up to look at her feet.

The strange shoes were made of a thick, arched metal sole that did not reach her toes. It stopped just where they parted from her feet. There was a kind of hook passing between her big toes and the second one. The heels of the shoes had a slender shackle attached to them that, once locked around her ankles, made the stilettos impossible to remove. Under the heel itself was a narrow stem with a rounded tip that forced her to walk on the ball of her feet. The whole shoe was made of thick metal and was rather heavy.

She heard Madame Rouge explain to the public that she used those shoes on whores who had tried to run away before having reimbursed all their debts, except that in their case the shackles were riveted permanently instead of being padlocked. Felina shuddered at this thought.

She carefully tried to stand up on those precarious heels. They offered no protection for her toes, they left the top of her feet naked and made every step a challenge. They were ugly but they forced her to take a posture that accentuated her legs and buttocks so that the net effect was rather sexy.

To Felina, they were hellish. She could not run, she could not jump and even walking was difficult, unless she took mincing steps. She tried to get used to them while the man climbed down into the pit. He did not looked neither tall nor strong. He would probably have been an easy opponent if she had not been wearing these shoes.

Seeing him taking the forgotten rope, Felina backed up. She looked left and right, in search of hope and noticed the whip that had been abandoned against the wall. She tip-toed hastily towards it, her shoes making a noisy clanging as the metal heel hit the stone floor.

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The man saw Felina teetering towards the whip. He came after her quickly and he reached her, before she could bend down to pick up the whip. Also because she had to be careful to not be grabbed by the hands, that reached for her hair, when she was close to the edge.

The man grabbed her red mane and flung her to the ground, he jumped on her back.

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The clanging of her heels prevented Felina from hearing her opponent’s sneaky approach. Suddenly her head was yanked violently by her hair. She tottered on her impossible heels, was yanked again to the side and collapsed, unable to keep her balance. Before she could do anything, the man was straddling her midsection.

Felina, jerked and struggled fiercely, bracing on her arms and hips. Until she had the idea to use her heels as weapons. She tried to kick them into her opponent’s backside. The heels were rounded and would not pierce the skin but they could still be painful.

---

The man straddling Felina's back twisted one of her arms behind her back to thread the rope through the shackle on her wrist. When she tried to kick him with the heel of her shoe, he pulled her arm higher with one hand, while with the other he gave her ass several hard spanks. He hissed. "Stop, struggling slut."

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Felina moaned as her arm was painfully twisted up her back. She continued to struggle and kick but more weakly. His weight pinned her down against the cold floor, grinding her breasts and hips. Every attempt at resistance was punished by a forceful twist of her arm until all fight had been squeezed out of her.

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The man threaded the rope first through one wrist shackle then the other. He placed his knee on her back and looked up at the ceiling. There were a beam going across above the pit. The man threw the rope up. He needed a second try to get the rope across the beam. Then her attacker pulled on the free end of the rope and Felina's wrist were pulled in the air behind her back. He did not give her time get on her knees or feet by herself, he rather pulled her arms up, threatening to dislocate them in the process. He had to give a bit of slack, so her toes could touch the floor.

The man was not finished yet. For the next, step the man was careful, he did not wanted to get kicked by the metal shoes. He grabbed one of her legs, he tied the ankle of that leg to the rope. When he was finished, Felina was balancing on one leg. The other leg was almost in vertical split, held up high by the rope around the ankle. The other end of the rope pulled her arms in a painful strappado. The man did not waste time to admire his work, he was already pulling down his pants, since he only had a couple of minutes remaining to fuck Felina.

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Felina’s struggles were too weak to prevent her aggressor from tying her up. She could feel his knees pressing into her back while he worked on her wrist shackles, her arms painfully contorted up her back. Suddenly, her arms were yanked up and before she could scramble to her knees, she was lifted up. She grunted in pain as her shoulders took all of her weight, twisted unnaturally high up behind her back. Her toes desperately reached for support while she suffered and jerked like a fish hooked out of water.

Just as she found the floor, her right leg was pulled up and another rope threaded into its ankle shackle ring. In no time she found herself tottering on her left toes, her right leg stretched toward the ceiling in an extreme vertical split she had trouble adjusting to. Combined to the cruel strappado, she was placed in a very straining position that also put her red-haired, pierced vulva on full display.

She grimaced as she tried to support some of her weight on a few of her toes, something that caused her to rotate and twist her toned body. Muscles rippled under her taut flesh as she desperately tried to find a less strainful position. Through her curtain of long red curls, she noticed the man getting ready to rape her, adding anguish to her torture

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The man grinned and gave Felina's vulva a hard slap, making her spin around in her bondage. He grabbed her pubic hair to turn her back into position to penetrate her. He rammed his penis all the way into her, his pelvis slamming against her leg. With one hand he grabbed her nipple rings, with the other he pulled on her red mane. He twisted her head back, cruelly adding to the strain in her shoulders.

 "Fuck me!" The man ordered her and pulled on her hair and piercings. He slowly turned her around, so that all spectators got a good view, while he raped her.

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Felina gasped at the slap and then grimaced when the man’s cock penetrated her tight and dry pussy to the hilt. Her vagina was stretched painfully, feeling like she was impaled on a wooden rod. All got worse when her head was yanked backward by her hair and her nipple ring twisted cruelly.

How did he want her to fuck him, the way she was bound? She could hardly move. Yet he insisted, yanking and twisting until she was desperate. She tried to wiggle her hips, which added to the agony in her nearly dislocated shoulders. She could only move her body laterally, or in rotation. Up and down movements were impossible in her state. She hoped it would be enough.

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The man laughed at Felina's feeble attempt to move. "Come on, whore." He yanked on her hair. "You're dry, at least you could get wet." But despite Felina's dry vagina chaffing his cock, the man began to fuck her roughly. Using his grip on her hair and piercings to slam repeatedly into her. With each thrust, he lifted Felina's toes of the ground, impaling her deeply for a second, before pulling out again and her weight was transferred back to her shoulders and ankle, when she did not immediately regain her balance on her toes.

 The crowd was cheering the man on.

"Fuck her!"

"Stick it in her ass!"

"You get what you deserve, slut!"

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The brutal fuck was also a session of strappado torture as her own weight was repeatedly dropped, adding the pain of her pussy getting rammed to the even worse agony of having her shoulders and hip joint contorted, while all the time he continued to torment her hair and nipple rings. This was the worst rape she had ever suffered.

At some point she managed to curl her free leg around his waist to keep her weight off the ropes.

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"That's it, slut!" The man growled, when Felina curled her leg around his hip. His thrust became more irregular, when he finally came deep inside Felina. "I will plant a baby in your womb." He laughed, while he spurted his last drops into her. His time had already run out a minute ago, but Madame Rouge had stopped her goons from interupting the man.

She also held them back, when they wanted to free Felina from her bondage. "Leave her, she can either free herself, in the time it takes to selected the next man or she can ask the next one to let her down." Madame Rouge turned to men and selected the next one, which took a while, because many wanted to spend some time with the trussed up woman in the pit.

When the next men was finally selected, he climbed into the pit with a broad grin. If Felina was still tied up, he would pick up the whip from the floor and approach her. "Let's make you sing, little bird." A sadistic smile would spread across his face.

If Felina managed to free herself in the three minutes it took for him to be selected and pay, he would choose a different tactic.

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At last the man came, filling her vagina with his hot seed, before leaving the pit. Felina was shocked to hear she was to free herself alone. She was tired and her limbs ached from too much strain… and yet she was expected to escape from such painful bondage.

Her rapist had left her spinning and swinging from the ropes so her first task was to stabilise herself with her toes. Her strappado forced her to look down at her vulva, from which sperm was running down her inner thighs. Her face grimaced from the strain in her shoulders as her fingers explored the shackles that cut into her wrist flesh and bones. She found the rope with the tip of her fingers. She even found a knot. A pale smile appeared on her face, hidden to the public though as they were too frantic about being chosen as the next challenger.

With the tip of her fingers, she pushed and pulled the rope to untie the knot. At some point she even had to transfer most of her weight on her right ankle iron to loosen the rope a little more. She panted and grunted in her desperate efforts to free her arms.

Shaking her hair to one side, she saw the selected man jump into the arena. With a last effort, she managed to release the knot and immediately her tired torso fell down, her body now only attached to the ceiling by her right leg. She grunted in agony as her weight was now entirely supported by her hip joint. Her legs were kept in an extreme split, perfectly aligned and vertical while she tottered on her toes.

She forced herself to raise her torso while reaching for her ankle with her hands. From the corner of her eyes, she saw the man grab the whip on the floor. She got frantic. The ankle shackle was angled in a way that made it cut into her Achilles’ tendon, where it was left unprotected by her metal shoe, and into the top of her foot. Its ring, where the rope was attached by a knot, was just out of reach of her fingers. She would have to hoist herself up her leg to reach it.

---

There were some surprised shouts from the spectators, when Felina freed her arms, the man looked over to her. Now suddenly in a hurry, he stood up, holding the whip in one hand. "Where do you think, you are going?"

He came closer and uncurled the whip with a snap. He whipped over Felina's hand, when she tried to pull herself up on her leg. Followed by a second stoke across her unprotected crotch.

If that was not enough to stop her for at least the moment. He would grab her hair and pull her away from her suspended ankle.

 Then he used the whip to stop her from reaching for her ankle again. By either whipping her hands, the leg, she was standing on, and pull it out under her, when the whip was curled around the calve, or whipping her exposed vulva.

---

Felina yelped as the whip landed on her hands yet she did not let go of her leg. She knew how vulnerable she was in that position and needed to free herself no matter what. Several more lashes landed on her as she hugged her leg and hoisted herself. One particularly vicious one bit her right across her exposed, slimy vulva. The pain almost made her drop but she gritted her teeth, groaned, and held tight.

Reaching further up, she hooked her left hand across the sole of her metal shoe while her right hand reached for the knot. There she was! Suddenly, her hair was yanked down. She tried to hold but there was too much pain and too much strength. With as gasp of frustration, her hands had to let go and her torso fell back, yanking hard on her nearly dislocating hip.

The struggle had let her abs tired but still she reached for her leg to try again. A rain of lashes landed on her breasts, on her arms and fingers, on her exposed thighs and crotch. The whip danced around her strained body, landing on her exposed skin, coiling around her limbs, yanking her arms away when needed. Until Felina was exhausted, covered in red welts and dripping sweat from all her pores.

---

The man played with Felina. "Come get up again!" He whipped her ass until she tried again to reach the knot, only to yank her back down, when she was close. The crowd cheered everytime Felina failed.

When it looked like Felina was totally exhausted, the man landed a few more lashes across her vulnerable vulva. Then he stepped close and pushed the bullwhip handle first into her ass. The man kept pushing and working more of the whip into her ass, until Madame Rouge called time. By then almost half of the whip had disappeared in Felina's ass. The rest was hanging down like a tail from between her ass cheeks.

Felina got to rest and work on her escape, for the couple of minutes it took to select the next man.

---

As the man pushed the whip handle into her ass, Felina tried to stop him but every time he yanked on her hair to pull her away, before continuing. She felt the leather object going deeper, followed by its tail. She could not believe it could go that far, scraping against her bowels and putting them in a frenzy of spasms.

When at last the man had to leave. Felina was given another chance at escaping. By now, her entire body hurt and she was exhausted, yet she gathered the strength to hoist herself to her trapped foot. It had turned to a dark shade of purple with protruding veins snaking under the skin. It throbbed from being wedged against its shackle. Hugging her leg, she managed to hoist herself until she could grab her foot with one hand and undo the knot with the other. As soon as the knot was released, she fell and just failed to break her free leg as she landed hard on the stone floor.

Her right foot hurt as blood rushed back to it and she had trouble closing her thighs. She desperately massaged her thighs and hips, trying to get them moving again, so that she could face her next opponent.

---

The next man had asked Madame Rouge for a few padlocks and a two meter long chain. After the exchange of a few more coins, he placed the padlocks in his pocket. The chain was not too heavy, but sturdy enough that it could not be snapped by a human.

The man climbed into the area and swung the chain overhead. He hoped to drive Felina back against the wall into the hands of the other spectators, so they would hold her for him.

---

Felina forced herself to stand up. She walked bow-legged, unable to close her thighs, every movement of her arms or legs reviving the pain in her joints. The whip moved inside her ass and she tried to pull it out but that proved too painful, so that she now had a leather tail snaking on the floor between her high-heeled feet.

The chain wooshed in front of her, threateningly. If it touched her, it would hurt even more than the whip, and would cause more damage. She staggered backward, trying to keep her balance on the impossibly high heels. She tried to move sidewards to avoid being pushed against the wall but the man would have none of it and outmanoeuvred her with his chain, blocking her options in a very deliberate way.

Without the heels, it would have been easy for her to rush under his guard at some point and reset the position but they were too much of a handicap. They crippled her, depriving her from her best chances. She had to waste way too much attention to just stay on her feet. It was easy to understand why those evil shoes were used on run-away slaves.

As she slowly backed up, she considered trying to grab the chain in mid-air. That could have been a solution with a leather whip or a rope. It would have been painful, but maybe worth it. With a chain, there was too much risk her delicate fingers bones would be crushed by the impact, definitely making her helpless, possibly for life.

Thus, Felina backed up… her hips progressively getting less stiff. She felt the wall against her back and got ready. The man would have to take some action now and it might be her only opportunity to escape to the other side of the pit.

Felina

- Leather whip shoved in her ass, forming a long leather tail.

- Metal stilettos padlocked to her feet.

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- Big nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 4 ugly rings on each ear

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

---

When Felina concentrated on staying upright, while she retreated to avoid the chain, she forgot about hands were reaching down from the edge of the pit behind her. Almost simultaneously several hands grabbed her hair and pulled her up, lifting her off the ground. Only her leather tail swishing over the ground, when she struggled. The crowd cheered, when they caught her.

If Felina moved her arms up, they would also be grabbed, at least relieving some of the pain in her scalp.

The man let the others have some fun. Yanking on her hair and touching her face. Sticking fingers in her ears and nostrils. One fool even pushed his finger her mouth.

"Turn her around!" The man in the pit told the ones holding her up by her hair. Felina was slowly turned. Her face was soon pressing against the planks of the rim. The man used the first padlock to connect the chain to her left ankle shackle, then he pulled the chain through a D-ring at her left wrist. He pulled also her right arm behind her back. Felina was now only hold up by her hair.  The chain went through a D-ring on the right wrist shackle. The man used a padlock to secure the wrist shackles together, though the chain could still move freely though the D-rings. The final padlock, the man used to secure the end of the chain Felina right ankle shackle.

"You can let her down, boys." Felina was dropped to the pit floor. The man began to untie the laces of his pants, but was stopped by Madam Rouge, who announced the end of the round.

---

In her struggle for balance, Felina had totally forgotten about the public. Suddenly her hair was grabbed by several hands and yanked up. She let out a hoarse groan of agony as it felt as though her scalp was going to be torn from her skull. As her toes left the ground and her entire weight was carried by her hair roots, she reached up with her arms to release herself. Her wrists were instantly grabbed and pulled apart until she was like crucified against the fence, her arms splayed wide apart while her hair was still yanked and carrying some of her weight.

She struggled hard, trying to free her arms, her steel heels scraping the wall in an attempt at climbing the wall. She had no leverage though and the position in itself was painful and tiring. Her breathing was impaired because her ribcage was stretched. She could only move her legs, everything else was held tightly immobile. She kicked, she pushed on her feet, she tried to find some purchase for them, but the steeply-arched metal shoes further hampered her.

As her struggles grew weaker and weaker, more hands assaulted her, shoving fingers into her nostrils, pulling her nose up, twisting her nose ring, penetrating her ears. Some even stretched her eyelids and pressed on her eyeballs. When a fool tried to grab her tongue, Felina bit hard, the only thing she could still do. She tasted blood but soon had to let go as her nipple and nose rings were brutally yanked.

Her eyes burned from having been rubbed by rough fingers but through her tears, she saw her opponent approach her. She tried to kick him but he was just out of her reach. On his order she was turned around until she was facing the wall. Her face was just level with the bottom of the fence and was now assaulted by feet and shoes. Her arms were released one by one so that she was hanging by her very hair. This caused paralysing pain as her scalp was pulled up and all her facial features were stretched up.

By now she was too weak to resist as her opponent used his two-metre-long chain and the padlock to further handicap her. At last her hair was released and she fell. She was unable to keep her balance and collapsed to her knees, kneeling against the wall, grunting from the pain.

Slowly she turned around, and was surprised to see her opponent leaving the pit, having used all his time to restrain her. Felina stood up and realised the extent of her handicap. The chain was padlocked to her ankle irons but only threaded through her wrists shackles. This gave her a bit of freedom of movement but actually, she could not raise her hands above her hips. If she wanted to reach forward, or a bit higher, she had to fold one arm in the small of her back to give more freedom to the other arm. The chain was heavy too and would slow her down. It was impossible to fight like this. The torture shoes had deprived her from her feet, that chain was preventing her from using her arms.

Yet, while her next aggressor was selected, she sat down and tried to pick the padlocks. Alas, without any tool, it was impossible, or at least would take her time to make some. And already her next wannabe rapist was climbing down into the pit. She stood up and readied herself to give him as hard a time as she could in her current state.

Felina

- Leather whip shoved in her ass, forming a long leather tail.

- Metal stilettos padlocked to her feet.

- 2-m chain padlocked to her ankles and threaded through her wrist shackles.

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- Big nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 4 ugly rings on each ear

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

---

The next man grinned, since he would have a easy time to overpower the tied up woman. He directly charged her, unafraid of her steel shoes, as they were now chained to her wrists. Though he underestimated Felina's reaction speed and she managed to evade his first attack. With a snarl he pushed of the pit wall and turned around. He saw the tip of the leather whip in front of him. He stepped on it and then charged Felina again and this time, when she tried to evade, the whip started to slide painful out of her ass. But only a foot or so came out, before Felina was tackled by the man, who quickly turned her on her stomach and then looped the rope, that had been used to put her in a strappado, around the chain connecting her ankles and wrists.

When he pulled on the rope Felina's arms and legs were lifted up behind her. She was balancing on hips and breast for a few second, before the man hoisted her up with a grunt. Pulling her higher, until she was about hip high above the ground in a suspended hogtie. The man did not loose any more time, he unbuttoned his pants, while he lifted Felina's tail to the side. Then he pulled her legs apart to gain entrance to her sex.

---

Felina felt so slow and clumsy with those chains dangling from her limbs and those heels. Yet, her opponent was even clumsier. He would have been an easy opponent… Alas, the handicaps piled on her were too much. She could not last long and was soon overpowered, her ass aching, with the heavy man sitting on her back as he hogtied her chains and lifted her in mid-air.

The position was extremely uncomfortable as her spine was arched backwards by her own weight (and that of the chain).  She tried to ease the pain in her back by lifting her belly up but she could not keep that position for long and inevitably fell back to her straining position. The shackles cut into her flesh and she was totally helpless.

Already the man was about to abuse of her vulnerable position to rape her.

---

The man did not last long, after he had managed to pry Felina's leg apart. And so when he pulled out, after he had added his cum to the other already inside her vagina, there was still some time left in Madame Rouge's hourglass. The man turned Felina's suspended body around, so that he could clean his cock on her hair. This gave him the idea to spin her around, the rope creaking,as it was wound up. When the man left the pit, after his time was up, Felina began slowly spinning the other way. The pit blurred in front of her, when the rope began to unwind faster and faster.

While Felina was spinning around in the pit, Madame Rouge selected the next man, who again paid some extra coins. And he was brought some half-pound weights and some string. He approached Felina, who was still slowly spinning. He stopped her by grabbing one of her nipples rings. He used a string tie one weight to that nipple ring. The other weights he hung from her other nipple ring, her nose ring and the labia rings. When he was finished, he quickly pulled down his pants too and stepped between her legs. With each of his thrust the weights swung forward, tugging on Felina.

---

Felina’s vagina was sore from previous rapes and no amount of semen could lubricate it enough. Thankfully, the man did not last long.

As she spun from the rope, everything in the room got blurry as she felt nauseous and could not do anything to stop or slow down the movement. It accelerated, then decelerated until she came to a stop, only to start spinning in the opposite direction. She felt so miserable and helpless.

The next man was a sadist. The weights he attached to all her rings pulled them down, stretching the sensitive pieces of flesh they were pierced through. She grunted and groaned miserably and he kept attaching more weights.

It all became worse as he started raping her. The weights jerked and rotated, sometimes entangling into each other. Her labia and nipples were stretched to new lengths while lances of agony shot up her nose. She grunted and groaned madly as he kept penetrating her brutally, more interested in making her weights dance around than in cumming.

“Stop! Please stop!!!!” she kept whispering.

---

The man had not cum, when his time was up. But he was happy anyway, he would find a different whore on the upper level. He gave Felina a final shove, making her swing on the rope.

Outside of the pit Madame Rouge saw, that Felina was at the end of her strength and the mistress decided, that she would give one last man, the chance to play with the pain slut. She picked a man from the back row. But when he told her his request, Madame Rouge frowned and shook her head at first, but when he showed her five gold coins, she agreed to what he had asked to do to Felina.

When he approached Felina, he held a small apple in his hand, the other hand he held behind his back. He held the apple out to her. "Take it in your mouth, piggy." If Felina did not take the apple in her, he would forcefully push it in her mouth. Then he revealed, what he held in his other hand. Metal skewers! Grinning the man grabbed Felina's jaw, pushing the apple deep into her mouth and pressing one skewer against her cheek. "Time for this pig to get skewered." The man pushed the skewer through her cheek and though the apple in her mouth out though the other cheek. Locking the apple in her mouth.

The man had more skewers and he used them on Felina's stretched tits. Pushing one vertically through each breast, before pushing a the longest skewer horizontally through both tits from left to right. For the last skewer the man took his time pushing it slowly, twisting and turning it.

---

Felina was by now totally exhausted and blinded by the pain. Normally, the pain would decrease with time but as the weights kept moving, the rings continued to torture her, slowly stretching her flesh some more. She was crying silently, her head hanging down as she no longer had the strength to carry it.

Her next “opponent” had to lift her face by her hair as he offered her an apple. Thirsty and hungry, Felina eagerly accepted the gift and opened her mouth to take a bite. She did not get the time to do it though because her tormentor pushed the apple all the way behind her teeth. The fruit was not ripe enough and was quite hard. With her jaws stretched so wide, she could not bite with enough strength to crush the apple.

Her tear-filled eyes grew wide with horror when the man showed her a set of skewers. She hissed through her flared nostrils as the first one was transfixed through her cheeks and the apple, ensuring the fruit could not leave her mouth. The pain throbbed in her pierced flesh and she was terrified that she would bear those scars for ever. Some acidic juice dripped on her tongue, causing her to salivate profusely and drool all over her chin.

Her head fell back down, now made heavier by the apple. In that position, she had a front-seat view of her stretched breasts and their weighted rings. As the man approached the first skewer from her left breast, she got frantic, grunting and squirming. This was useless. All it did was to make her weights swing harder.

The piece of metal moved slowly through her glands, causing immense agony. Felina’s toes and fingers clenched tight and uncurled spastically as the pain progressed through her saggy boob. The pain exploded again in her second breast. Both were now adorned with vertical skewers that protruded widely above and beneath the orbs.

The next skewer was even worse: it was both longer and thicker. It was not really a skewer but a spike, used to spin a piece of meat above a fire. If Felina had not had her head hanging down, she would probably have fainted as the thick rod was pushed through the left, then the right, breast. However, her brain was amply irrigated and she could not lose consciousness. The suffering former thief could not detach her eyes from her skewered breasts. She could not believe such cruel treatment was possible. Her breasts would be defaced forever for sure.

Then she realised the man had at least one more skewer and she shuddered in terror. She grunted in terror, looking at the man with pleading eyes.

Felina

- Apple in her mouth skewered through her cheeks

- Breasts skewered vertically and horizontally

- Weights attached at the end of strings from all her piercings.

- Leather whip shoved in her ass, forming a long leather tail.

- Metal stilettos padlocked to her feet.

- 2-m chain padlocked to her ankles and threaded through her wrist shackles.

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- Big nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 4 ugly rings on each ear

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

---

The man flicked his finger against the skewer that went through her left breast, before slowly walked around her. He pinched her stretched labia between his fingers, before he used his last three skewers to punch new holes into the stretched meat flap. He ran his finger over the three metal stick, that now formed a grate in front of Felina's vaginal opening, protecting her from further rapes.

The last sand fell in the hourglass and Madame Rouge announced the end of the event. There were some disappointed shouts of the man, who did not have a chance to abuse Savage. They were reassured by the mistress that there would be other chances. Many started to leave the basement room. Some stayed to watch, how the goons of Madame Rouge lowered Felina to the ground. They did not remove any items or restraints from her body, when they left her out of pit. One man hooked hand into her nose ring and pulled her along behind him. Felina had to walk with her legs wide apart, since the ends of the skewers through her labia were now pressing against her inner thighs. The leather tail was dragged along behind her. And while she was led through the remaining crowd, more than one hand touched a weight or a skewer.

In the cage room, she was pushed into her cage. The goons did not care that the spike through her tits bounced against both side of the small door. When they finally managed to lock the door behind her, they rolled up the her tail and tied it to cage above her. This lifted her ass up, before she slowly began to slide down pulling more of the whip out of her ass.

---

Because of the way Felina’s body was arched backward, she could not see what the man was doing but when he grabbed her labia rings and further stretched her already distended nether lips, she freaked out and tried to struggle with what little amount of energy she still had in her. Alas, every movement she made added to her torment, in addition to being totally useless. Her hands and feet jerked, her hideously stretched and skewered boobs bounced beneath her torso… and when she tried to close her thighs she found them blocked by her tormentor’s body.

Six times transfixing pain shocked her vulva as the long skewers were slowly, deliberately pushed through them in a way that would prevent them from recovering their shape if the weights were detached from their rings. When the man backed up, she tried again to close her thighs, only to find that the skewers’ pointy ends prevented it. Her crotch throbbed in agony. She had been turned into a sadist’s toy and the public was cheering frantically.

Felina was so lost in her woes that she missed Madame Rouge’s announcement that the show was over. However, the boos and ruckus it caused attracted her attention and her blood froze when she heard the Mistress promise that Felina would come back soon in other pain shows. She realised that what had happened this night, however extreme, might actually become her new life. This was scary and depressing. She resolved to escape out of this place, whatever the cost as every day she spent here ruined her life and body a little more.

She was lowered from the ceiling and the rope attaching her chains into a hogtie was released. Two guards lifted her out of the pit and one of them hooked a finger in her nose ring and pulled, forcing her to follow. None of the devices that had been added to her were removed so that she had to walk bow-legged to avoid her labia skewers pricking her inner thighs. The long chain kept her hands down by her sides, her cruelly pierced boobs bounced left and right with each of her stumbling steps on her cruel shoes. The apple pinned inside her mouth ensured she could not speak and that she was drooling like a faucet. Behind her, the whip that had been shoved up her ass trailed like a long tail.

As she was led through the public, they reached out to slap her, prick her, grope her tortured boobs. They had obviously enjoyed the show very much.

“Great show, Savage! See you next time!”

“I can’t wait to see you in a real torture show, Savage.”

At last she reached the “safety” of the cage room. This time, she was placed into a 2nd-tier cage instead of her usual floor-level one although she did not immediately understand the reason. Backing up into the cramped space was no easy as the dangling weights and protruding skewers rattled against the bars. The guard made sure that her breasts spike was lodged under the lowest side bars so that she would be forced to remain prostrated, with her apple-gagged face pressed against the front bars. To make her position more obscene, he tied her whip tail to the cage ceiling so that her butt had to remain up. From behind, the sight she offered extracted a whistle of appreciation. Finally, the guard reached into the cage to arrange the many dangling weights to make sure they hanged freely down into the cage below, adding to Felina’s misery.

The guard was about to leave when one of his colleagues entered, leading a naked but free and pampered Polly.

“Put that one in the cage above Savage. I must bring out Ghost.”

“Ghost is going out? Wow! I can’t remember when was the last time…” the guard said, amazed, while helping Polly to climb into the third-level cage. The whore had to use the lower cage bars as ladder to do so and in the process, she made sure to step on Felina’s dishevelled hair and to push her toes into her face.

“Yes, one guy in the pain show enjoyed it so much he wanted a private session with Savage. However, Rouge did not want her to be totally wrecked yet so she offered Ghost instead.”

Having locked Polly into her cage, just above Felina, the two men went to the middle of the room, where there was a circular stone embedded in the floor. Each grabbed one of the heavy-duty rings fixed into it and pulled, lifting the heavy stone out of its lodgment. Underneath was a narrow pit, from which a nasty stench of public urinal wafted out. They wrinkled their noses at what they saw inside.

One of them reluctantly reached in, grabbed something and pulled it out. His hand came out holding a long braid. It was attached to the top of a head that was otherwise entirely shaven. Across the scalp, over the backside of the head, Madame’s Rouge monogram had been branded. As the face came into view, Felina saw that the prisoner’s eyes were hidden behind metal orbs that were part of a cruel head harness whose straps dug into the flesh. The metal orbs had a narrow horizontal slit that must allow only a very limited field of view. The straps pressed them cruelly hard into the emaciated face. Her nostrils were stretched wide open by a set of four nose hooks spreading them upwards and sidewards. The nose septum was pierced of course and an evil device had been riveted into it. From the nose, it flared in a wide pear-shaped ring that was locked by spring action behind the girl's lower front teeth. It forced her mouth incredibly wide open. Her tongue was stretched out and down by a huge ring pierced in its middle. The ring alone was too big to enter her mouth easily but as there was a heavy chain snapped to it that dangled down into the pit, her tongue was not strong enough any way to pull in.

Ghost was pulled out entirely and dropped on the floor. The girl was very pale indeed and very meagre too. Her bones pushed against her skin everywhere. Only her breasts had some meat in them, although they sagged pathetically down her ribcage. Her distended nipples were of course pierced, with rings that were much bigger than those currently adorning Felina. The boobs were also pierced horizontally by a spike, very much like Felina, except that in Ghost’s case, both ends had been twisted and hammered in way that made it impossible to remove it.

The poor girl’s arms were cruelly bent up behind her back and shackled at the wrists and elbows in an extreme reverse-prayer position. The muscles in them were very thin, as though she had not used them for countless months.

Her vulva was a nest of huge rings, each connected to one-foot-long heavy duty chain that ended in a bell. They stretched her labia and clitoris in a most freaky way.

Finally, her feet were forced into a severe arch by shoes that looked very much like those Felina currently had. Except those ones were riveted on. It also seemed there was a rod  that had been pierced through the feet, a little behind her toes and hammered. Those shoes could not be removed. Worse, they had no heels, so that Ghost could not even stand up and was forced to crawl. Moreover, a pair of heavy rings had been pierced behind her Achilles' tendons.

Finally, Madame Rouge’s monogram was branded above Ghost’s hairy crotch, in the small of her back and in between her breasts.

The guard clipped a pair of heels into Ghost’s metal soles and yanked her up by her braid. She had now be allowed the privilege of walking. The poor girl was led out, tottering hesitantly.

When the guards were gone, Polly snarled.

“What a wreck! She used to be like you, Savage. Rebellious and bratty. Every time she tried to escape they added more devices to her. I doubt she will ever escape now…”

---

Polly studied all the different items on Felina's body. "You got a lot of interesting stuff on you. In a few days you will look like Ghost." Polly pulled a bit on Felina's tail. "How much longer is your tail?" Polly asked her, but she had already let go of the leather whip again and was reaching lower to flick her fingers over the skewers in Felina's nether lips. "Oh, you have even more of them, and they are blocking your pussy. Let me remove your tail, then the next client can fuck you in the ass." Polly began slowly pulling on the whip. Though the whore did not remove the whip completely, she left the handle still inside.

"If you lift your head, I will try to remove the apple and you can lick me again. Do we have a deal?"

If Felina agreed, Polly would help her, if Felina struggled to get the skewer in her breasts through the bars of the cage.

---

Despite the warning given by Ghost’s situation, Felina was resolved to run away from the brothel. If she stayed here, she would just be progressively turned into some freak like Ghost. It might just take longer. She only had to make sure she would succeed in her escape. Yet, she did not need Polly’s help. That bitch was too treacherous to be trusted anyway. She could not look at her as the whore was above her but she shook her head to let her know she refused her deal.

Felina began by reaching for her butt and, as delicately as possible, she pulled the whip out of her rectum. It took some time because of how sore her ass was but in due time the object was out of her, which allowed her to lower her butt.

The next step was to fold her left arm in the small of her back to allow her right hand to reach her groyne. There, she delicately seized one of the skewers and pulled on it, grimacing around the apple-gag as pain darted through her traumatised labia. The flaps of sensitive flesh did not want to let go off the metal object and she had to stretch them further until it began to slide out. It was incredibly painful and Felina had to make pauses to breathe and gather the courage to continue.

At last the first skewer was out. Felina did not drop it but held it in her left hand for later use.

---

Polly was miffed by Savage's refusal to service her. The lower slave should know better. Her life would be easier if she service the others that were above her in station.

Polly turned on her side and tried to sleep, but it was difficult with the constant groans and clicking of the chain coming from below her. "Stop fussing around." Polly hissed.

There was also the growing pressure in her bladder, that became impossible to ignore. Polly shifted around in her cage and squatted with her legs pressing against the side. Her hips were now directly above Felina's head, when she let a strong stream of urine flow aiming it over Felina's head and upper body.

---

After a short recovery time, Felina moved to remove the other two labia skewers, keeping them in store in her left hands. It was a painful work that only grew worse as her nether lips got more inflamed. Once all three skewers had been removed, she used the sharp point of the last one to cut the strings attached to all four rings. The weights had been dangling beneath her cage all along, stretching and torturing her vulva continuously. She also kept the four strings for later use. Her labia did not recover their previous shape, at least not immediately. They were now loose and flabby, protruding out of her red pubes.

Now came the instant of truth. Would she be able to use the skewers as picks to unlock the padlocks? Her fate depended on it. She reached for her right ankle, now able to use both hands, and tried to open the padlock that held the chain there. A first exploration with her fingers told her it was a rather crude device, intended to be sturdy for battle but not particularly secure. It took her some time to find how to use the skewers in the most efficient way. She bent one to form a wrench and used a second one as a pick. After a bit of fumbling, the padlock clicked. She let out a sigh of relief. Opening the padlock on her left ankle took much less time now that she knew how to do it.

The irons were still around her ankles and as they were riveted on her, they would be more difficult to remove but that did not matter now. She threaded the chain out of her wrist shackles, regaining full usage of her arms and legs.

She now set to remove the long spike piercing her breasts. That was another very painful process and she had to take frequent pauses. That was also the time Polly chose to pee on her head. Felina grunted through her gag but could move or turn away. The warm, stinking shower soaked her hair and disgustingly ran down her face. She had to close her eyes to avoid burning her eyes with the pungent liquid.

---

Polly looked down between her legs and saw Felina's soaked face in the low light of the cellar. The whore also noticed that Felina had somehow managed to free her hands. "Hey, what are you doing? Are you trying to escape?"

The whore completely changed her demeanour. "Please, let me out of my cage too. I can help you escape. I know this place. I don't want to spend the rest of my life as pain slut." The whore pleaded with Felina. "I am sorry, what I did to you, but I couldn't hold it any longer."

---

Felina was taken aback by Polly’s change of behaviour. That was quite an unexpected evolution. It was suspicious even. Knowing the bitch, she might well be intending to betray her, possibly to get a reward. On another hand, it was understandable that she did not want to finish like Ghost…

The former thief decided to stay cautious. Unable to answer for now, with the apple still skewered in her mouth, she let out a soft grunt and cocker her head to see if Polly would help her remove the apple.

---

It took Polly a moment to realize, what Felina wanted her to do. But when she understood, she reached down and grabbed the end of the skewer in Felina's cheek. She pulled, but the skewer slipped from her finger. "Sorry!" Polly whispered and reached down again. This time the whore used both hands, one bracing against Felina's cheek while she pulled with the other. Even so the skewer was hard to pull out, as it had been slight bent, when it had banged against the cage bars, when Felina had pushed inside by the goons. But finally Polly managed to extract the metal rod. It glistened in the low light and its curvature was now clearly visible. A drop of blood formed at the tip and dropped down to the floor.

---

Felina saw puzzlement on Polly’s face and shook her head a bit while stretching her lips and grunting, and at last the dumb whore understood. Then the real problem began. The skewer was slightly bent and it was stuck in the green apple so that it was quite difficult to pull out. Polly yanked and twisted it, eliciting groans of pain from the gagged thief. Felina could not even tell her to go more smoothly. She tried to raise her neck as much as possible to ease the pain but her breasts were still anchored to the bottom of the cage by the spike so that she was trapped between hurting her cheeks or her boobs.

At last the skewer was gone. Felina struggled then to extract the apple from her mouth, which was not that easy as it was quite big and hard. She had to push her fingers into her mouth to try and grab the saliva-coated fruit and pull it out. At last it popped out, followed by a thick gobble of saliva tainted with some blood. Hungry as she was, Felina ate it all, flesh and seeds, despite its very acidic taste.

Only then did she talk to Polly. Her voice was still hoarse from the brutal throat-fucks and she had some difficulty to move her jaws, so that her words sounded a bit strange but they were still understandable.

“How can I be sure you are not planning to betray me? You have been quite treacherous so far…” she asked frankly.

While Polly answered, Felina continued to pull the spike out of her breasts, moving with short, fast yanks, intervalled with recovery pause. Once the spike was out, she worked on removing the vertical skewers. Those were thinner and a bit easier but still caused a lot of agony to her mammary glands.

Felina

- Weights attached at the end of strings from all her piercings.

- Metal stilettos padlocked to her feet.

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- Big nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 4 ugly rings on each ear

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

---

"Fair enough, I haven't been really nice to you since your arrival. But that how it works here, either you push the weaker around or you find yourself suddenly at the bottom mistreated by the others. Ever since you arrived, I have been sinking deeper in the brothel. Madame Rouge even had me pierced too and the bitch made me into a pain slut." The whore pointed at her piercing. "You will have to trust me. But consider this, I could have long ago called for someone to stop you. But I do not wish to stay any longer in this hell hole. Our chances of escape are better, if we work together." The whore gave Felina a toothy smile, that she hoped looked innocent and sincere.

---

It was hard to trust Polly after all she had done… but she was right on one point: escaping would be easier with her knowledge of the brothel, its rooms, the schedules of everyone.

“OK, I’m going to trust you… but only just so. At the first sign of treason, I won’t hesitate to stab you with those skewers,” Felina threatened.

The thief continued to free herself. She began by cutting off all the nasty weights dangling from her nipples, nose and ears. This was such a relief not to have her most sensitive bits constantly stretched and yanked. Then she picked the padlocks from her iron shoes and removed the nasty contraptions. She sighed of pleasure as she was at last able to shake the cramps from her severely arched feet. Barefoot, her chances of success had also much increased.

She still had shackles around her wrists and ankles, and piercings in her ears, nose, nipples and labias but there was nothing she could do for that now. She would have to go to a smith to have them removed. So, she turned her attention to the padlock of her cage, which did not resist her for long.

She extracted herself from the cramped space and stretched her limbs with sighs of relief. Then she moved to the back of Polly’s cage, where she could not see her without going through the difficult process of turning around. There, she bent and unbent one of the skewers until it broke in two parts and hid them deep under her dishevelled curls, next to her scalp. Her hair was such a mess that the pieces of metal held easily in the entanglement.

“Back up, put your hands in your back and press your thumbs together. Once I’m done I’ll unlock your cage and we can escape,” she told Polly in a cold voice.

If she obeyed, she would bind her thumbs together tightly with the pieces of string that had been used to attach the weights to her piercings.

Felina:

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- Big nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 4 ugly rings on each ear

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

Polly:

- Nose ring

- Nipple rings

---

When Felina moved behind the cage, Polly feared that she would be left behind. "Hey, come back. Don't leave me!"

The whore was relieved when she heard Felina's order, but confused by the words. "What? Why?" When Felina repeated her order, Polly complied, but began to protest again, when she felt the string being put around her thumbs. "How can I help you escape with my fingers tied together. I won't attack you I promise. Please, let me out of the cage now." Polly pulled on her hands, but they were securely held together by the string.

---

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you with me. But I only need your knowledge of the brothel, not your arms. I’ll do the lockpicking myself.”

Felina finished her thumb bondage by making sure there were several knots placed at different spots. This was not a failsafe bondage but it was good enough and would take her some time to free herself, even if Polly had some training with escaping.

Then, the redhead moved to the front of the cage. There, she seized Polly’s nose ring with one finger and attached another string to it, which she could use as a leash.

“Now, tell me what the best way to get out of here, while I pick your padlock.”

She started to use her tools as soon as Polly had begun to speak.

Felina:

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- Big nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 4 ugly rings on each ear

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

Polly:

- Thumbs tied in her back

- String tied to her nose ring

- Nose ring

- Nipple rings

---

"Ah, that's not necessary." Polly had tears in her eyes, when Felina pulled on her nose ring. Her arms jerked but they were held on her back.

Sniffling Polly told Felina, what she knew about the layout of the brothel. "There are three exits. The main entrance, that we obviously cannot take, since there might be still some late night customers in the main room. There is the exit to the courtyard but the gate to the street is usually closed at night. But there is another exit on the other side of the building that leads to a small alley." Polly paused to look at Felina. "I might be a whore, but not even I go wandering naked to the streets, that only leads to trouble. We need some clothes first.  We could find some in the whore rooms on the first floor or in the whore sleeping quarters on the ground floor."

---

Felina listened while picking the padlock, which did not resist her very long. She then helped Polly to climb down, while keeping her left hand on her nose string, ready to yank hard if she attempted anything.

Once Polly was out, Felina grabbed the spike, which she planned to use as a makeshift sword in case of need. The four remaining skewers she held in her left hand, along with Polly’s leash.

“We’ll take the back alley exit. I’m not sure about the clothes though. You are right that being naked in town might attract troubles… but I really want to get out of here as soon as possible. What if we are seen on the way to your room? Or if some girl is not asleep? That seems too dangerous…”

---

"We should definitely get something to cover ourselves outside. We look like escaped prisoners with the shackles. The best, that can happen to us, is that we are picked up by guard patrol. Everyone else, who is on the street in the middle of the night, would be so much worse for us." Polly tried to reason with Felina. Then the whore remembered something and her eyes lit up. "Wait a second, there might be some capes near the side exit, which are used by Madame Rouge's men when it rains."

"But if we have to sneak around naked at least free my hands and give me a weapon too." Polly asked hopefully.

 After they left the cage room, they had to cross the deserted basement dungeon filled with torture devices to reach the stairs. Polly whispered to Felina. "Skip the third step, it creaks." At the top of the stair, Polly nodded to the right, where the corridor led deeper into the building. "This way."

---

“The capes will do for the moment. They will hide our bodies until we can steal new ones. I’ll free your hands once we are in the street, not before. Only then will I dare to trust you.”

Felina picked the lock of the cage-room door and then the two girls padded silently through the dungeon. The memories brought shivers up the redhead’s spine and she hastily crossed that sinister room. Felina followed Polly closely, holding on her leash.

They climbed the stairs, avoiding the creaky step and turned in the direction indicated by Polly. It was an area of the brothel that Felina did not know and she had to trust that her companion was not leading her into a trap. Her hand clenched harder on the nose string, ready to respond to any treachery.

---

There was an intersection in the corridor and Polly peered carefully around the corner, hissing when she pulled to hard on her nose ring. She glared at Felina and asked her to give her more slack, before she turned left. There were several doors on the left and right side of the corridor. Polly passed them all and looked around the next corner. "Shit." The whore cursed. Around the corner there were several hooks at the wall, but there was only one cape. "What do we do now?" Polly asked Felina. "There is only one cape and there are two of us."

---

It was tense as they tiptoed along the dimly lit corridor. Felina held her breath, expecting one of the doors to open at any moment. But at last they reached the back door.

"What do we do now?" Polly asked Felina. "There is only one cape and there are two of us."

“Well, only one of us has arms to put it on…” Felina said, taking the cape and putting it on. “Now, turn around, I’m going to free your hands, but you have a choice to make: Come with me as you are or go back up to the whore’s room to get some clothes? If you choose to come with me, you can hide under the cape and I promise I’ll try to find us clothes as soon as possible.”

---

"That's not fair, I should get the cape. After all you wanted to go naked." Polly said way too loud, while she turned around to have her thumbs freed from the string. The whore immediately untied the string on her nose ring. Then she turned around and glared at Felina. She started to say something, but she saw the other woman holding the skewers and closed her mouth again. She swallowed and pointed at a door. "That's the door to the outside. I will get some real clothes first." Polly began to move back the corridor keeping an eye on Felina.

The backdoor or at least Polly had claimed that it was a backdoor, was locked.

---

Felina released Polly’s thumbs and tried to open the door. It was locked.

“OK, Polly, I’m going to trust you. Go take some clothes, and bring some for me. Meanwhile, I’m going to pick this lock. I’ll wait for you and we’ll leave together. Please don’t get seen!”

She knelt in front of the door and immediately put her pick tools into the keyhole.

---

When Felina knelt down to pick the lock, Polly turned on her heels and ran down the corridor loudly yelling. "Savage has escaped! She is in the back of the house!" The whore also banged at the doors along the corridor to alert whoever was inside.

If Felina picked the door, it would lead her only into a dusty, dark and windowless room. From the corridor there could already be other shouts heard. And heavy steps coming down the corridor. There was another door in the corridor, but it would be also looked. Polly had her led into a dead end and the whore had plotted to betray her from the beginning.

---

“The bitch! I knew she would betray me!” Felina cursed between clenched teeth.

She kept her focus on her task though. She was only a few inches from freedom. She would come back later to teach Polly a lesson.

Click! The lock was open, Felina pushed the door and rushed outside, the cape floating behind her. Felina, the Queen of Thieves had escaped!

Except she has not. Polly had led her to a dead-end room and already there were steps in the corridor. Her heart sank. She had been betrayed and trapped. There was no way out of this situation.

Or rather, there was only one way out: death.

She draped the cape over her shoulders to be free to move, even though it revealed her naked body underneath. She took a fencing stance close to the door, skewers in her left hand and the long spike in her right one, ready to kill the first person to try to enter.

---

Felina could hear voices in the corridor. "Where is she?" That was followed by slap and Polly yelping. "Ah, I told her, that the door to the storage room leads outside. She must have opened it." That was not the only thing Polly told the man in the corridor. "She is also using some metal spikes as  weapons." Thus the first man did not blindly storm into the room, instead he stayed away from the door to look into to the room. "Fuck, she has has pulled out the skewers from her tits and is holding them like a daggers." He reported to the others, when he spotted Felina.

There was a new voice, a harsh female one. "What's going on?" Madame Rouge demanded. "And why is she not in her cage?" After she had listened to the report of her underlings, Madame Rouge told them to bring Polly back downstairs. "I will deal with her later." Then she spoke directly to Felina. "Come out, there is nowhere you can go from there. If you come out willingly I will show you some mercy. This is your only chance."

If Felina refused to come out, Madame Rouge would order her man to guard the door and wait for her return. 

---

Standing in front of the door, Felina knew that only one person at a time could enter, so that she could not be outnumbered. This did not give her any chance to escape but she would make them pay for her life. She was decided to die or escape. She was not going to stay here and be turned into another Ghost.

Also, she knew that Madame Rouge was even more treacherous than Polly. She could not believe one word of what she was saying.

“NEVER!” she croaked in her hoarse voice.

She heard her tell the man to guard the door and then her heels walking away. She waited a few heartbeats then whispered to the guard, “OK, I surrender. I’m sorry.”

She dropped one of the skewers. However, she stood ready to stab her make-shift sword at the man’s face as soon as he dared to peek into her room. She knew where he was and were his head would most probably show up, and she was ready, like a snake ready to attack.

---

The man laughed at Felina obvious attempt of deceiving him. "You had your chance of surrender. But if you want to surrender you can come crawling out of the room, after you have thrown all six skewers out the door. Otherwise we wait until the Madame is back." The man said nothing more for the rest of the few minutes, they waited for the mistress' return.

Her heels came clicking back along the corridor. There was the sound of the cork beginning popped from a bottle. Then a small bottle was thrown into the room. It shattered on the floor and the milky liquid inside splashed on the floor. It immediately began to form a thick smoke, that began to fill the room. The smoke irritated the eyes and would cause severe coughing and nausea if inhaled too much. Also some of the liquid had splashed onto Felina's legs, it burned her and began to itch terrible, where it had touched her skin.

---

Her ruse having failed, Felina just waited, relaxing a bit to be rested when they would come back. She briefly considered killing herself but this was beyond her. She would die fighting.

Some time passed and she heard Rouge coming back. She tensed and lifted her spike, getting ready for the attack. It did not come the way she had expected. Something flew and crashed in the room, splashing some burning liquid on her legs while producing a thick smoke. What wizardry was that? Coughing, she retreated to the back of the room, away from the bottle. She quickly wiped her leg with the bottom of the cape, relieving the pain.

The smoke became denser. She tried to breathe through the cape but it only bought her some time. Her lungs began to burn, her eyes to cry. She got to her knees, lowering her head where the smoke was less dense. She could not stop coughing, her lungs on fire. She began to feel sick, resisting the urge to puke the apple she had just eaten.

She was decided to die here, on the spot, but as the burning of her eyes, nose and lungs became too painful, she could not bear it any longer. Dropping her weapons, she crawled towards the door, producing horrible sounds with her coughing, sore throat. She felt so weak. Her eyes were blurred by tears. She could hardly see through the smoke but the light from the door attracted her like a flame for a moth.

She finally came out of the room, puking bile and chewed apple, too weak to do anything.

---

Madame Rouge had moved away from the door, when the smoke had started to drift out. Only clothed in a thin nightgown, the mistress looked down on the puking and coughing pain slut. "Put her in the hole with the other whore. I will deal with both of them later. I am going back to bed." The mistress turned around and left.

The man covered his face with his shirt and tried to avoid to step into the bile on the flower. He grabbed Felina's hair and pulled her away from the door and the smoke.  Around the corner he kicked her in the side and pulled her arms on the back to connect her wrist shackles together. Then he pulled her along the corridor, many doors were now open and whores watched, when Savage was led back to the basement. At the top of the stairs the man gave Felina a shove. He followed her down the stairs and he grabbed her hair again and pulled her to the cage room.

The door to the cage room was open and Polly could be heard pleading. "Please, I did not try to escape. I only help her, because she threatened me. Let me speak to Madame Rouge, I will explain everything." Polly's voice started to become frantic. "No, no, please, don't. That is not necessary. Let me talk to Madame Rouge. Aaaaah." Polly cried and sobbed. When Felina came into the room, she could see Polly being held down by two men and a third between her legs had started adding a rings to her labia. "Hold still! You don't want that I miss." The man with the needle hissed and gave Polly's vulva a hard slap.

After he had placed the third ring into Polly's labia, the man turned around. "What should we do with them." He asked the man holding Felina's hair.

 "We put them in the hole."

 "Both, that will be a tight fit. Let me finish this and then we put them in the hole."

 The man place the forth and last ring on Polly's pussy lips. By then the whore was sobbing uncontrollably.

Both Felina and Polly got metal collars fitted around their necks. Then Felina was placed on top of Polly, her head between the whore's feet and her feet next to Polly's head. The collars were secured to the ankle shackles. Their wrist shackles were also connected to each other. Then they were rolled on the side and their pelvis were pushed apart, so that Polly's labia rings could be tied to Felina's. In the meantime, the stone cover of the floor pit had been lifted by two man and pushed to the side. The two women were lifted up. Polly's feet and Felina's head were lowered into the hole first. While she descended, Felina could hear water running at the bottom and she soon felt her hair touching its surface. Luckily her descend stopped, when the water reached her eyebrows. The cover stone was pushed back into place and everything went completely dark. The muffled laughter of the the men could be heard and then hot urine hit Felina's feet, when one man started peeing into hole of the cover of the floor pit. The water started slowly to rise and it covered her eyes by the time the last man was finished urinating.

---

The trip back to the cage room was a blur of pain and nausea. Felina was dragged by her hair most of the time as she was too weak to move. She tumbled down the stairs, was kicked in the ribs and arrived at destination barely conscious, still coughing and crying. Something heavy was locked around her neck, a tall and thick metal collar that made moving her head difficult.

Still groggy, she was chained upside down to a desperate Polly and the pair was lowered into the pit. As Felina’s head touched the stinking water at the bottom of the pit, she came back to her senses, scared that she was going to drown. She struggled a bit but the hole was too narrow for two bodies and she could not move much. Her head was firmly secured to Polly’s feet anyway.

With her head down, not even the faint light coming through the hole in the pit lid could reach her. Urine ran down Polly’s and her own body to collect at the bottom. For a moment she feared she going to drown in the filth but finally the level ceased to rise as it reached the top of her nose. With her eyes under the surface, Felina could not open her eyes.

She squirmed. Her position was very uncomfortable, upside down, pressed against the sweaty body of her worst enemy.

“Why did you betray me? Look what you did, you stupid whore! We could free now…”

Felina:

- Thick collar

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- Big nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 4 ugly rings on each ear

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

Polly:

- Thick collar

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- Nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

---

"If it wasn't for you, I would still be upstairs with the others." Polly hissed back. "And Madame Rouge would have found us anyway. Ghost once escaped for three days, before she was dragged back." Polly was angry at the other woman, who she made responsible of her current misery. If she only had had a chance explained to Madame Rouge, that she had never intended to escape and she had only to tried to stop Savage from escaping. But now she was in this cramped hole and the other woman, who dared to call her stupid. Polly gritted her teeth and bent her knees slightly. "Apologize for calling me stupid! Or I will drawn you in the filth at the bottom."

---

Felina felt Polly bending her knees but as her own head was resting on the bottom of the pit, there was no risk she would drown that way. The whore was stupid if she thought otherwise.

The thief slapped Polly’s face with her feet.

“You are even more stupid than I thought. We are in this pit because of it, and it might actually be the softest part of our punishment. You ruined everything and I’ll make sure you follow me in whatever hell Rouge has planned for me.”

---

Polly was taken by surprise, when the foot hit her face. Why would this bitch not simply shut up? Polly snarled and bit the foot in the instep arch, while she simultaneously started to shuffle her feet around hoping to step on Felina's hair.  This caused the water at the bottom to slosh around.

---

Felina’s let out a croak as her foot was bitten. At the same, Polly shook her feet so much that water began to slosh around, at times covering her mouth and nose. There was no risk of drowning but having filthy water entering her nostrils and flushing her mouth was extremely disgusting. Yet there was nothing she could do to avoid it. She could have bitten Polly’s foot in retaliation… but that would have meant plunging her face into the urine and opening her mouth under the surface. Felina was at the whore’s mercy.

Yet, she continued to slap Polly’s face with her free foot, trying to make her open her mouth.

“Stop that bitch, or I swear I beat your face into pulp!”

---

While Polly sank her deeper into Felina's foot, she also trap the other foot between the wall and her shoulder and head, so that Felina could not use it to hit her face. She also continued to shuffle around and when she she brushed against Felina's head with her heel, she began to actively hitting her heels against Felina's ringed ears.

---

Felina screamed as her foot was bitten harder while the other one was trapped. Filthy water entered her mouth, making her gag and cough while her ears were stomped. This was too much pain at once and the thief broke. She stopped moving her feet and pleaded.

“Please, stop! I’m sorry! Stop it!!!!”

---

Polly spat out the dirty foot and stopped kicking Felina. The whore tried to find a comfortable position by leaning with her back against the wall. She was silent for a while, then tears started rolling down her face and started to sob. "They will never let us go. We will end like Ghost."

---

Felina grumbled, in a very uncomfortable position that would prevent any chance of sleeping.

“It’s a bit late to understand it…” she said.

She was scared too. This had been her best opportunity and it had failed. Now, an escape would be much more difficult, probably impossible. She could not chase the vision of Ghost from her tortured mind. She did not want to finish like her but had no way to avoid it now. Why had she not killed herself when she had the occasion? Why had she trusted Polly? Those dark thoughts churned in her head as the hours passed and the cramps built up to an unbearable level.

---

The passage of time was impossible to measure in the dark hole. Polly constantly shifted around trying to relieve the cramps in her body without success. At least the dirty water slowly flowed away, letting Felina breath more easily.

At some point they could hear some noises above the cover stone. Polly called for them to be let out, but the only response was that someone peed into the hole. Polly kept begging long after the person had left again.

In irregular intervals, more people came to piss into the hole. At some point there was a large stream of water and rotten food, that somebody must have emptied a bucket from the kitchen into the floor pit. The water started to rise again and only stopped when it almost cover Felina's mouth.

Moldy pieces of bread floated on the surface, bumping against Felina and Polly. Polly shrieked and began to struggle in panic, thinking that her leg had been touched by rat or another beast that might live in the hole.

---

The situation was even worse for Felina who had to bear being upside down, resting on the top of her head, without the possibility to use her arms or legs to shift her weight. She mostly moved in sync with Polly as their bodies were attached together in so many ways. Blood gathered in her head, causing a throbbing headache that grew worse as time passed.

She got a triple ration of urine as she received whatever came through the pit lid, in addition to Polly’s production and her own supply. After a time, thirst enticed her to lick the filthy liquid from her pit-mate’s legs.

Time passed so slowly. It could only be measured by the accumulation of cramps and pain, and her growing hunger. Both girls moaned constantly. When someone peed in their pit, they begged and called for help, without success. A sign that many hours must have passed was that Felina’s voice had begun to heal and she was no longer reduced to whispering.

At last food was poured into their hole, a semi-solid mix of dirty water, pee and rotten vegetables and mouldy bread. Polly tried to catch as much as she could by opening her mouth under the lid hole. Everything she failed to catch ran down their sweaty bodies, gathering more filth before splashing in the stinking water at the bottom of the pit. There, Felina could fish for the floating bits. The taste was so foul she had to fight the urge to puke them out immediately, but her hunger was such that she craved to get more. In such a time she was glad it was too dark for her to see what she was eating.

---

As time passed slowly, they were fed a second time with rotten food. Hours later they could again hear steps in the room above. This time from multiple people and also the sound of high heels clicking on the floor. The lid was lifted off the pit and light fell the hole.

"Ugh, they stink horrible.  Pour some clean water over them, before you lift them out!" Madame Rouge told her goons. Several buckets of icy water were poured over the two women. The water accumulated at the bottom and quickly rose above Felina head.

But before the thief could drown, the women were lifted out of the pit and laid on the cold stone floor. Madame Rouge was standing over them and glaring down on the shivering woman.

---

More time passed. Days? Weeks? It felt like it but it was probably less as they had only been fed twice. Felina was turning crazy from back ache, cramps, migraine, hunger and exhaustion. She could only sleep in short bursts so that she felt almost delirious. She could not chase from her mind the vision she had had of Ghost when she was pulled out of this same pit. How long had she been kept in it? How long would it be for herself and Polly? In what state would they be when they would be allowed to see some light? Worst: what would happen when they finally get out. Madame Rouge was not a forgiving person and Felina’s stay in the pit might feel like paradise in comparison of what awaited them.

The air grew thicker and stinkier as time passed. In particular, in the bottom of the pit, where Felina’s head was locked, whatever fresh air trickled from the lid hole was tainted with body smells as it reached her nose. Half of head was almost constantly bathing in the gutter water, her eyes, ears and hair never getting above the surface so that she was plunged in a most extreme version of sensory deprivation.

Until suddenly, light flooded the pit, or so the dim torch light looked to the poor light-craving wretches. Buckets of cold water showered them, quickly making the binge level rise above Felina’s nose and mouth. For a moment she thought she was going to drown. But that was not permitted and soon the two wrecks lied on the floor of the cage room, still chained to each other, shivering and gasping, blinded by the torch lights. Their bodies were reasonably clean now, except for Felina’s head and Polly’s feet that were still smeared with all the nasty muck accumulated during their imprisonment.

---

"Clean Savage's head!" One of the man followed Madame Rouge's command and emptied a full bucket over Felina's head and Polly's feet. "Much better." The mistress commented.

Polly blinked against the light from the torches. "Please, Mistress, have mercy! I did not try to escape." The whore started to beg. Madame Rouge ignored her pleas and told one goon to gag her and Felina. A large ring gag was jammed behind Polly's teeth. She tried to avoid it, but her head was still locked between Felina's ankles. A similar gag was placed in  Felina's mouth. Both gags were secured with a padlock.

"Separate  them and bring them to the other room." Madame Rouge instructed her men before she left the room.

The two pain slut were unhooked from each other, but they were immediately placed in a new bondage. The wrist shackles were padlock to their nipple rings. And the ankle shackle were padlock to the labia rings, stretching the pussy lips to the maximum. The women were now forced to keep their knees and elbows bent, if they did not want to tug on their piercing.

A man grabbed Polly by her hair and pulled her to the dungeon room  of the brothel. The whore tried to crawl on her elbows and knees painfully tugging on her piercings to avoid being dragged by her hair, but she was still very stiff from the long time in the pit. And ended up still begin dragged to the door. Also Felina was grabbed by her red mane and dragged into the dungeon.

---

Hearing Polly’s miserable attempt at saving herself, Felina, still coughing for having had a bucket of water poured over her head, said, “She helped me get out of my restraints. I could never have done it without her help. In fact, she had planned everything to try recovering your trust.”

She was resolute to make everything so that Polly would pay for her betrayal.

After being at last freed from the prostitute, Felina was padlocked in an even worse position. With just four padlocks, her arms and legs had not only been made useless but also changed into self torture devices. When she was dragged by her hair, she first tried to crawl on her knees and elbows but that was just too painful for her nipples and labias, so she rolled on her back and let herself be dragged like that.

The dungeon sent shivers down her spine. All the devices and pieces of furniture announced the worst horrors.

---

Madame Rouge chuckled, when she saw Felina being dragged on her ass into the room. "Even too lazy to walk by herself." The mistress was standing next to two hip-high poles, that had been mounted vertically to the floor. Around the base of the poles someone had sprinkled some gravel. Polly was dragged in front of one pole and Felina to the other.

"Hold her head!" Madame Rouge said and the man, who had dragged Felina, grabbed her ears and forced her to look Madame Rouge. The mistress used a pair of tongs to grip Felina's tongue. Her ring gag made it easy to access the thief's mouth, but grabbing the tongue was a bit more difficult. But when the tongs closed on the tongue's tip, the serrated ends dug into the muscle and didn't let go again. Madame Rouge pulled the tongue on top of the pole. "Nail it here." A man place a thick nail on the middle of Felina's tongue, then he hammered the nail through her tongue into the top of the pole.

They repeated the procedure with Polly on the other post. Both woman had now their tongues nailed to the top of a pole and were forced to kneel in the gravel around the post. Madame Rouge smiled at them. "I will come back later, but I have a brothel to manage." Before she left, she placed a sign next to the two, that read free holes.

---

Felina moaned as she was pulled up by her ears piercings and forced to stand on her kneecaps on nastily sharp gravel. She had to keep her heels pressed against her buttock or her feet would pull on her already stretched labias. Thankfully, nestling the pole between her breasts, she was able to grab it with her hands and stabilise herself. While they put Polly in the same position, she made discrete movements with her knees to push the gravel away so that she was resting on the stone floor instead. This was still quite uncomfortable but not as painful as pressing her entire weight on little points.

When Madame Rouge pushed her pliers into her mouth, Felina tried to evade it by moving her tongue in all directions. She was desperately trying to close her mouth but the wide ring gag was totally unyielding. That was a hopeless battle though and soon enough her delicate organ was caught and stretched out, eliciting a moan of pain from her. She looked at the Mistress with pleading eyes but this only excited her sadistic feelings.

When she saw the nail and hammer approach her stretched tongue, she began to whine and moan desperately, her stretched lips moving as she tried to speak, to beg. The point of the nail was placed against the middle of her tongue and pressed hard enough that Felina could not withdraw it. Her eyes bulged out as she saw the hammer approach. What if he missed? That would squash her tongue to pulp! It did not miss though. The redhead let out a louder scream as her speech organ was transfixed. A second hit pushed the thick nail deeper into the wood, and a last one put its head almost flush with her tongue.

She was now trapped, secured to the pole by just one nail. Her hands gripped the pole so hard that her fingers looked white. Even through the throbbing pain spreading from her tongue, she was terribly conscious that only her hands could save her from having her tongue torn apart if she were to lose her balance.

This was terrifying. She could not speak, she could not move, she could not defend herself. The position in itself was painful and at some point she would tire and fall. In addition, she was drooling stupidly all over the pole.

Her terror doubled when she realised she was going to be raped. She pressed herself even tighter against the pole, her only piece of protection.

Felina:

- Wrists padlocked to nipple rings

- Ankles padlocked to labia rings

- Tongue nailed to the top of a short pole

- Thick collar

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- Big nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 4 ugly rings on each ear

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

Polly:

- Same position as Felina

- Thick collar

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- Nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

---

Brothel started to prepare for opening. Other whores were brought down into the basement to be locked into the torture devices. They all passed Polly and Felina, since the poles were close to the the stairs. Some gave them some pitifully glances, but most were just happy, that it was not them nailed to the poles.

After the brothel had opened its doors for the night, the first customer were coming down the steps to the dungeon. They grinned, when they saw the sign between Polly and Felina. They were hesitant at first. But when one of the muscle guy reassured them, that the two whore could be used for free, because they were being punished. The first men dropped their pants and pushed their cocks into the wide open mouths. "Yeah, drool all over me and suck my cock." The man in her mouth told her. If Felina did not comply, he would grab her head and face fuck her hard, not caring that he was pulling on her tongue.

A second man set out to find out, whether Felina was ticklish.  Another copied him on Polly and began to tickle her feet. Unfortunately the poor whore had very sensitive feet and began to jerk them away, pulling on her piercings. Her screams muffled by the dick in her throat.

---

Felina trembled as she saw the dungeon being prepared for operations, and then she heard the steps of the first customers going down the steps. Being free fuck meant everybody, even the lest wealthy customers would use her. There would never be a lull in her predicament.

And indeed, the first one who came to her had low-end clothes and when he pulled out his dick, the waft of stench that blew at her face indicated he had not washed for several days. Felina grimaced in disgust. She saw the cock quickly grow mere inches from her face. The head pushed out of its hood, its crown soiled with stinking smegma. The look and smell were so squalid Felina felt her stomach making knots of revolt.

In no time the cock was shoved into her wide open mouth until its massive head touched her glottis. Felina gagged and winced. The taste was at the same level as the smell. The man ordered her to suck him but with her mouth forced open and her tongue stretched out, there was little she could do. She tried to move her lips but they were stretched too thin and too far from the shaft. Her tongue moved a bit but it was so painful that she stopped immediately.

The man grabbed her head by her ears. The rings were large enough he could push his fingers through it, giving him a firm grip. Felina moaned in terror and braced herself against the pole with all her strength, pushing her chin hard into the wood. Then the head fuck began, brutal, uncaring. Thankfully, he was doing all the thrusts so that her head was mostly immobile. Still, the massive cock went all the way to her throat, hammering against her just-healed larynx, crushing her nose into his sweaty, wiry pubes. It was painful, it was brutal but what scared Felina the most was that he would somehow tear her tongue apart so she clenched the pole as though her life depended on it.

As the rape seemed to last for ever, she barely registered something scratching her soles, her butt, her ribs. Thankfully, she was not ticklish.

---

The man ravaging her throat did not last too long. He pushed his penis deep into her throat and stayed there, while he pumped his spunk down her throat. He even stayed, after he was finished, until the waiting men told him to move on. Reluctantly he stepped back to make space for the next rapist.

The man, who had tried to tickle her gave up, but he was replaced by another man, who was far less sophisticated. The big man pulled down his pants and knelt behind Felina. He cursed, when he felt the gravel. He wished the small stones away with his hand and positioned himself behind Felina. He collected some of her drool, that had run down the pole and used it to lubricated his cock. He pulled her hips back and used his massive hand to spread her ass cheeks. He took aim and stab his cock into her tight sphincter. When he thrust forward his body pushed her feet to the side, causing a painful tug on her labia rings, that were still connected to her ankles, but the man did not care.

There had already a large group formed around the two free whores, mostly by men that otherwise never could have afforded to visit the dungeon part of the brothel.

---

Felina had had trouble breathing during the whole throat fucking but when the man came, keeping his cock deep into her throat, all air supply was cut off. As her lungs still tried to suck air, she inadvertently got some cum into her trachea. Her coughing grew even worse while her face turned very red and bubbles bursted out of her flared nostrils.

At last the man left, pulling a long thread of cum out of her mouth. She took deep, noisy breaths, before the next man could plug her mouth again. She felt someone assaulting her from behind. Her knees were kicked apart, her feet parted and she groaned as her labia got stretched even further. Her body dropped slightly, putting more strain on her tongue. In desperation, she gripped the pole tighter and curled her toes. Something warm and hard pressed against her puckered anus and forced. There was no way she could resist and soon her sphincter was forced apart. Strong fingers grasped her hip bones and the animalistic fucking started.

Each thrust crushed her belly against the pole, each pull threatened to tear her tongue. She had to resist the urge to follow his movements with her butt, even though that would have eased the pain. At the same time, the guy in front of her started fucking her face senseless. This was atrocious, she was hammered from both sides without any synchrony. All the while she tried to keep her balance and her limbs tightly folded to avoid ripping her piercings.

The rapist of her ass could not see her face and soon forgot how her tongue was nailed to the pole. He was grunting louder as he rammed her rectum faster and deeper and harder. His hands left her hips to grab her hair and pull hard. Felina’s tongue got stretched so far she thought it was going to be uprooted. Thankfully, the nail was thick and did not tear the flesh that easily.

The man raping her mouth protested as he could not reach as far as he wanted into her throat, so the former rapist let go off her hair and grasped her breasts instead, mauling and kneading them cruelly while he continued to destroy her ass.

---

The brutal double rape was taking its toll on Felina’s ability to focus. She often forgot how cruelly she was restrained and yanked on her nipples and labia, quickly reminded by the pain that she had to keep her limbs folded appropriately.

When at last they left her, she was panting and sweating, her body shaking, her anus gaping wide and dribbling ropes of cum, as much as her mouth. Her kneecaps killed her by now, having to carry her full weight, in addition to bracing against her rapists’ thrusts.

More men followed, taking her in both holes at the same time. They were all brutes, stinking of sweat, smegma and cheap wine. Some came in her holes, adding to what had already been ejaculated in so that both her mouth and ass were constantly dripping cum. Her stomach was nauseous from all the smelly sperm she had been forced to ingest. Others came over her body, her face and boobs being favourite targets. Her face was plastered with cum, as was her hair. One particularly perverted guy found it amusing to ejaculate up her nostrils. Another stretched her eyelids open so that he could land a shot straight into each of her eyeballs. She had been blinded after that, unable to get rid of the sticky stuff without her hands. As her head was totally immobile, this gave some perverts new ideas of using her face. Some loved to rub their cocks and balls against her face while they masturbated, or to push their testicles into her mouth.

Felina’s head was spinning from so much abuse, she was exhausted and coursed with cramps. She found it harder and harder to keep her balance. The floor, covered in sperm, was getting slippery for her knees to stand on so that she constantly had to readjust her position to avoid tearing her tongue.

One strong brute was even able to lift her by her thighs to rape her vagina while she was only precariously anchored to the pole by her tongue. That time, she really thought it would be torn or uprooted. She realised that there was little chance that she would get out of this predicament with her tongue. It might even be Madame Rouge’s idea of fun. After all, why would a pain slut need a functional speech organ?

---

The stream of men, who wanted to profit from the two whores for free, was never ending. Both Polly and Felina had nearly constantly someone throatfucking them and someone else raping their lower holes. The first men all chose to use Felina's butt, but one rapist wanted to sample her other opening too. He pushed her knees even further apart, pulling her labia to the limit in the process. He plunged his cock into her stretched open hole. Since his shaft was already coated with cum from the other men, who had finished in her asshole, he slid all the way in Felina with the first thrust. Now all three holes were open for business.

Although Polly was used to being fucked an entire night, she was tiring fast, already exhausted from the long stay in the floor pit and now put into an inhuman bondage. Thus the whore was the first to loose her grip on the pole and slip, when one man pulled on her hair. A high pitch scream escaped her mouth, when she fell to the side and was stopped by the nail through her tongue. The nail was not ripped out of the tongue and for a few second Polly's head and upper body was only supported by her tongue, which was pulled further out of her mouth than seemed humanly possible. Then the whore managed to grip the pole again, her nails digging into the wood and her knuckles white, afraid to loose her grip again.

Madame Rouge happened to be making her round in the basement,  when Polly slipped. She ordered one of her men to tie a rope around the base of Polly's breasts and the pole to secure her in position. "Do the same with Savage! I don't want them to rip out their tongues by accident."

The rope was easily enough tied around Polly's big, soft breast, who now bulged out like balloons on both sides of the pole. But the man had trouble to get the rope to stay on Felina's smaller, firmer breasts, it constantly slipped off. Madame Rouge got impatient as were her customers, who were waiting on their turn. "Let me do it! Hold her breast against the pole." Instead of taking the rope, Madame Rouge took a long nail and placed it on the side of Felina's orb. With several hammer blows she nailed the tit to the side of the pole, she repeated the process on the other side.

Now that the two women were securely tied and nailed to the wooden poles, the raping could continue.

---

Felina frantically fluttered her eyelids as she tried to free them from the cum to see what was happening to Polly. She could only hear her scream of pain. The sperm was so sticky that she could not wash it out and her vision remained blurred.

The raping stopped for a moment as her breasts were manipulated, stretched, strangled. To no effect, apparently. She was then pressed against the pole, her breast was stretched forward by her nipple ring. She could not see what was happening but suddenly she felt some cold metal being pushed into her fresh spike wound in her breast. She wailed in terror and squirmed. There was a loud sound and pain exploded in her mammary glands as her right breasts was nailed to the pole, slightly compressed vertically against the pole by the nail’s head. Her left tit got the same treatment and now she was anchored to the pole by her breasts and tongue. Three nails that tortured her sensitive flesh from the inside.

Felina no longer risked having her tongue ruined but at what price. As rapes started again, the pain that coursed through her upper body had got much worse.

---

Another man came down the stairs accompanied by Sally, who gasped at the sight of her friend being double teamed by two brutes. "Oh, poor Polly!" The man next to her looked at her. "Is she your friend? " A malicious smile on his face, when Sally nodded unable to look away. He pulled Polly away from scene of the two pain sluts being abused.

When they returned a few minutes later, Sally had one of the big wooden phallus, which had been used in the pit, strapped to her crotch. It was standing out like a monstrous penis from her thin frame. The man pushed her behind Polly. "Show your friend, what you got!"

"No, please. I don't want to hurt her. I will rape the other bitch. Please not her." Sally begged. "Do as you are told." The man helped Sally align the dildo with Polly's ass. "Noo! Ouch." Some had used a belt on Sally's back and she involuntarily jerked forward. "Polly, I am sorry. Aah!" Another hit landed on her back and the dildo sank deeper into Polly.

Under the whipping Sally was forced to push the whole wooden shaft into Polly. Then they began to beat her ass, so that she was forced to rape her friend's hole with the monster strapped to her hips.

But not only the two whores suffered at the hands of the men also Felina did. Not all men were strong enough to lift Felina's thighs to access her vagina. The solution was, that they used a large metal hook connected to a pulley in the ceiling. The hook was jammed into her ass, so that her hips could pulled up given access to her vulva

Felina was now frequently suspended by the ass hook, while her tongue and breast remained fixed to the pole and someone was abusing her vagina. If a rapist wanted to use her ass, the hook was simply popped out and Felina's knee would crash on the hard stone and a fresh cock would pushed into her anal passage. Only to have the hook pushed back inside for the next guy, who wanted to use her vagina.

---

The first time Felina had her ass hooked and pulled up, Felina screamed in agony. Most of her weight was now supported by her rectum and that already put quite a lot of stress on her. As she was pulled into a more or less horizontal position, Her breasts, nailed to the pole, got stretched away from her chest. Her tongue was also yanked and stretched. It all became really cruel when she was raped in her now available pussy. She was banged hard, which pushed her forward and backward, the movement being only stopped by the three nails transfixing her most sensitive flesh. Of course, her mouth was never left free for very long so that the agony and anguish of forceful throat-fucking added to her misery.

All the time, she had to keep her legs tightly folded, with her ankles as close to her vulva as possible. That was tiring though and her rapist wa constantly humping into her thighs, pushing them apart. As a result, her labia got painfully yanked and stretched as well.

---

The rapes continued, but the number of men standing around the poles, slowly started to dwindle. Sally was pulled away from Polly to allow a real man to take her place. The whore's ass had been stretched beyond its limit by the wooden phallus and was gaping wide open. A second hook was used to lift Polly and the man started to stretch her other hole.

Sally was led away into the depths of the dungeon. The dirty strap-on dangling between her legs.

The whore was brought back to the poles later, when it was closing time for the brothel. Polly's mouth was used by one of the last customers. Felina was hanging suspended by the ass hook, her folded legs hanging useless in the air, after her last customer had ejaculated over her back. Polly had now two wooden dildos strapped to front of her crotch. She was wearing a blindfold and her arms were tied in a reverse prayer on her back. She was told stand between Felina's legs. With the help of two men, the hook was pulled out of Felina's ass, while her body was kept horizontal and Sally's fake cocks were pushed inside her. "Now fuck this slut." Sally, who had been led around the dungeon and had fucked other whores strapped to the various devices, did as she was told, after she got hard slap on her red ass. "You wanted to rape that bitch in the first place."

Sally, who could not see, started to push harder, but then stopped, not sure if she was tricked in fucking Polly. The man laughed and began to beat her ass with a leather belt. "No stopping, continue to fuck your friend."

"Ah, no. Polly, I am so sorry." Sally sobbed, while she kept double penetrating Felina , who she now thought was Polly.

"Keep going or we place you on a third pole." Sally tried to keep the pace up, but was slowling down. The man silently moved to the stairs and left, while Sally continued to thrust her hips forward with her last reserves, fearing that if she stopped she would suffer the same fate as the pains sluts.

---

Felina had lost the count of how many cocks had raped her holes. She no longer cared, hanging limply in her restraints, trembling and panting. She just had the strength to keep her limbs in a way that did not stretch her nipples and labia too much, even though those pieces of flesh no longer looked the way they used to. Her skin was covered with layers of sperm at various stages of dryness. It itched horribly and she reeked of cum and perspiration.

All her holes were now gaping wide and pouring sperm out. They ached from overuse. Her voice had been killed again and she was reduced to grunting and whispering.

Still blinded by all the jism that had been shot at her eyes, she could not really recognize Sally except by her voice. The whore was positioned between her legs and Felina felt the wooden contraptions touch her sore holes. She shuddered and moved her thighs weakly. Her vagina and anus were broken, laying wide open for Sally’s wooden cocks. Their rounded tips entered easily but soon they tapered to a width that was bigger than any of the numerous cocks she had been penetrated by. Sally pushed hard, forcing her artificial dicks to penetrate deeper, extracting desperate hisses of agony from Felina’s ring-gagged mouth. The simultaneous penetration made it much worse as the flesh in between her rectum and vagina got compressed.

After having pushed her strapon to the hilt, Sally set to move back and forth, further ruining the holes of her victim. This was horrible. Felina could not even have the hope that ejaculation would make those cocks shrink. She could be raped for as long as Sally had stamina left.

---

Sally slowed down and when nobody hit her, she stopped with the wooden shafts half buried inside Felina. "Who said you can stop?" The voice of Madame Rouge came across the room. Sally shrank together and thrust the strap-on with renewed vigor into Felina.

Madame Rouge chuckled. "That's enough, my dear. You can go now, get yourself cleaned up and go to bed." She pulled the blindfold from Sally's eyes. The whore blinked against the light. When she saw that she was fucking Felina, she inserted the dildos to the hilt,  before pulling them out quickly, robbing Felina's lower body from any support it had had. Then the whore staggered to the stairs and left the dungeon of the brothel.

Madame Rouge turned to the cum covered, exhausted pain sluts. "Now to them. Free their tongues, I have something for to fill the holes." The misstress held up two thick, heavy metal rings. Madame Rouge's goon used pliers to pull out the nails at the top of the poles. The same pliers were used to hold the tongues, while Madame Rouge threaded the rings through holes the nails had left.

 The tongue rings were heavy and big, Polly tried to pull her tongue in to the mouth, but it had been stretch to much and was weak. After the ring had painful her teeth, Polly gave up on pulling the ring into her mouth. Her tongue  just hung out of her mouth, with the metal ring bobbing against her chin.

"Now, you can free the from the pole." In Polly's case this was straight forward, for Felina the pliers need to be used again to pull out the nails.

Polly slumped exhausted to the floor, when she was no longer held against the pole. "Take them to the cage room. We brand and ring them there!" Madame Rouge told her underlings. One grabbed Polly by her hair and pulled her to the door. The other grabbed Felina by her newest piercing and pulled her by her tongue ring.

---

Felina’s nether holes throbbed from the countless hours of brutal fucking. Both were gaping wide, unable to close after having been stretched so wide for so long. But at last, it seemed the rape night was over and she could be allowed to rest. However, when she saw what was coming at her, the thief wished she was still being raped.

The extraction of the tongue nail was done with so little care that it hurt as much as when it had been hammered in. After hours of being stretched and yanked, Felina’s tongue looked longer, it throbbed in agony and felt weak and heavy to her. Her sperm-filled eyes were still able to see a little of what happened just in front of her face and thus she saw the huge ring being prepared. She tried to beg but her mouth was ring-gagged wide open and her tongue was pinched hard and stretched out. With her ruined larying, she could only grunt and hiss. Yet, the grimacing of her panicked face were enough to convey that she was utterly horrified by what was about to happen.

She squirmed so hard that she even yanked on her nails breasts as though she wanted to tear them from the pole. A guard had to press his foot between her shoulder blades to pin her against the pole while her sperm-soaked hair was held to keep her head totally immobile.

The large ring was pushed into the raw hole already pierced in the middle of her tongue and then it was hammered shut, using the top of the pole as an anvil. The tongue ring was secured for good. Felina tried to retract her throbbing tongue but the ring was so heavy and her tongue so weak that it felt as though the new piercing weighed as much as a dead horse. Worse, when she finally managed to bring her tongue in a little, she found that the ring was too big for her mouth. It was blocked by the corners of her lips. Maybe she could force it in if she dared to pull a little harder but the piercing was too raw and aching now, and her tongue too weak. She renounced and let her tongue hang out of her gaping mouth, with the large, ugly ring dangling lower than her chin.

Her breast nails were pulled out at last and she would have collapsed had she not been held up by her hair. She managed to stay on her knees and forearms. This was the only position she could keep as her wrists were still connected to her nipples and her ankles to her labia. Her tongue ring was seized and pulled. She had no option but to crawl in that obscene position, her butt higher than her head, crawling on her knees, which were raw and bruised from having supported her weight for the whole night. Her nipples rubbed against the floor as she moved and she left a cum trail behind her, like a giant slug.

Felina:

- Wrists padlocked to nipple rings

- Ankles padlocked to labia rings

- Thick collar

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- Huge tongue ring

- Big nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 4 ugly rings on each ear

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

Polly:

- Thick collar

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- Huge tongue ring

- Nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

---

In the cage room the two pain sluts were pushed on their backs. They first turned to Felina. Her legs were kicked apart. Strong hand pressed her to the ground. "Clean her eyes, I  want her to see this!" Someone used a dirty, wet rag to wipe the cum of Felina's eyelids. Her hair was grabbed and Felina was forced to look at her own crotch.

Madame Rouge was kneeling between her legs holding her piercing needle. She pulled back the little hood that protected Felina's clitoris with two fingers. Then she very slowly pushed the needle through the tiny bundle of nerves.

With skilled hands, she placed a ring through the fresh hole, taking her time to push it completely through. From the ring was hanging a short chain with a bell at the end.

---

Felina desperately struggled to close her legs as Madame Rouge knelt between them, holding her clitoris out. However, her feet were firmly held and her legs stretched so wide apart she had no more strength in them. Her tongue was still lolling out stupidly, like a thirsty dog’s, so that she could neither beg nor protest. The Mistress skilfully pulled the hood off while pinching the clitoris root so that the sensitive pearl was pushed out, totally exposed. This was already quite painful but worse was to come; much worse.

The thief’s eyes bulged out of their socket as the sharp, narrow needle pricked the side of her clitoris. Ugly, loud, pig grunts escaped her ravaged throat as the steel continued its way through the nerve-rich organ, sending throbs of agony through the entire area. It slowly progressed beneath the external part of the clit to finally emerge on the other side.

Once a ring was riveted in place, she saw that her clitoris was now prevented to come back under its protective hood. The chain that was permanently linked to it was thick and heavy, reaching about the middle of her thighs. And that bell! How ignominious! She would be advertising her arrival everywhere with it.

Felina:

- Wrists padlocked to nipple rings

- Ankles padlocked to labia rings

- Thick collar

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- Huge tongue ring

- Big nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 4 ugly rings on each ear

- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

Polly:

- Thick collar

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- Huge tongue ring

- Nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

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Madame Rouge pulled on the chain, making the bell ring. "Keep her on her back. I want to mark her as my property." The mistress got up and walked to a brazier, where someone had already placed a branding iron in the glowing coals. She lifted the hot, red glowing iron from the coals and approached Felina. She held the iron close to Felina's face, at its end was the mistress monogram. The letters M and R entwined. "I could brand you on your forehead, so that everyone knows your mine." She moved the branding iron closer and the hairs of Felina's eyebrows began to curl from the heat.

 "Not today though." Madame Rouge move the branding iron away. It was still hovering a few centimeter over Felina's head. She moved the iron lower, letting Felina feel its heat, as it travel over her body. First her protruding tongue then her breast and hands, which were still locked to the nipple rings. Then over Felina's stomach and navel. When the branding iron was over Felina's pelvis, she pressed it suddenly down, the heated iron burning into the skin. It sizzled when the fats in the skin were instantly vaporized. Madame Rouge held the iron for few seconds against Felina's lower abdomen, before she lifted it off again. Felina's skin stuck to the iron for a moment, before it broke free to reveal Madame Rouge's monogram above Felina's red pubic hair.

Madame Rouge put the branding iron back into the brazier. She got closer to inspect the brand, tapping her fingers against it. "Flip her around, we have a second brand to do." Felina was placed on her stomach by the men, while Madame Rouge retrieved the branding iron. Madame Rouge place the second brand just below Felina's neck between her shoulders. Again the hot iron was pressed against Felina's skin for a couple of second, perpetually marking her as the property of Madame Rouge.

"I am done with her. Put her in a cage! We will continue tomorrow!" The mistress turned to Polly, who was trembling on the floor after having witnessed Felina's branding. Felina was locked in a cage on the floor, before the men held down Polly to be pierced and branded in the same manner as Felina. The whore fainted during the piercing, but she was revived with a few face slaps. Even before Madame Rouge picked up the branding iron, Polly was squealing like a pig. She fainted again and she was still unconscious, when she was locked into the cage Felina.

The mistress and her goon left the room. The brazier with the branding iron was illuminating the room in a ominous orange hue.

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Felina was terrified as the glowing iron hovered above her face. The face was hard to bear even like that. She was scared. Having that mark on her forehead would make her seen as a whore at first sight. There would be no way to hide, no way to lie. This would utterly ruin her life. She did not even dare to struggle with the tool so close to her skin. She followed its path down her body, making her sprout more sweat. She was paralyzed by horror.

And suddenly pain exploded as it was applied to her lower belly. Her entire body tensed, she hissed loud, she struggled fiercely, stretching her nipples and labia in the process. Smoke rose from her skin, along with the smell of roasted pig. Pee sprayed between her thighs and she fainted.

She came back to her senses as she was on her belly, only to feel the same searing pain applied between her shoulder blades. She lost consciousness again. When she woke up, she was locked in her ground-level cage, her fresh wounds throbbing, as Polly was being forced in the cage just above her, as usual.

With the ring gag and the tongue ring, there was no way she could speak. Besides, she was utterly exhausted after such an horrible night of abuse. Her life was ruined, and all this because of Polly.

Felina:

- Wrists padlocked to nipple rings

- Ankles padlocked to labia rings

- Thick collar

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- MR branded just above her crotch

- MR branded between her shoulder blades

- Huge tongue ring

- Big nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 4 ugly rings on each ear

- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

Polly:

- Thick collar

- Ankle and wrist shackles

- MR branded just above her crotch

- MR branded between her shoulder blades

- Huge tongue ring

- Nose ring

- Nipple rings

- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium

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Not long after Mistress Rouge left, Sally came into the room, free of any restraints and wearing a simple dress. The whore had seen Madame Rouge coming up the stairs. And despite the risk of getting caught, she wanted to see, how her friend was doing.

 Polly was lying curled up in the cage above Felina, sobbing. Though she turned her head and moaned, when Sally touched her shoulder and could her name. "Polly, you poor girl. What did they do to you? Here have a brought you some water. I don't have a key. I can't remove your ring gag." The whore tried her best to hold a cup between the bars, so that Polly could drink with her protruding tongue and ring gag. But a lot of water missed the mouth and was dripping down onto the floor.

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Felina was very thirsty too, having spent the whole night with her mouth wide open. It was still sticky with the sperm that had been ejaculated in it, the taste getting sour. The prospect of getting fresh water to wash it all and to hydrate herself was like a dream but she was not sure Sally would give her any. She was probably only concerned with her friend. So, when the redhead saw that a lot of water spilled out, she pressed her face against the front top of her cage, trying to get some into he own ring-gagged mouth.

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Felina's movement and the ringing of her clit bell attracted Sally's attention. She looked down at Felina, who was trying to catch some water. "Hey, bitch. That is not for you!" She stopped pouring the water. "You're the reason Polly is suffering. You don't deserve anything." The cup was placed on the floor away from the cages and Sally looked around in the room to see, how she could make Felina more miserable. Her eyes stopped at the brazier and the branding iron.

The whore picked up a heavy leather glove, that was laying next to the brazier, and put it on. Then she picked up one of the glowing charcoal pieces. Holding the hot coal in her glove, she approached the cages. "I should push it down throat, for what you did to Polly and me, since you arrived." She flung the coal through the bars at Felina. Sparks flew, when it grazed a bar midair.

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Felina continued to lick the water that was running down the bars, ignoring Sally’s words. With her tongue pulled down, it was not easy but the moisture on her tongue and lips felt divine.

However, when she saw the prostitute coming back with the glowing coal in her hand, she was scared and tried to cower to the back of her cage. The place was so cramped that that only meant moving back by a couple of inches. Moreover, her naked body was vulnerable from all four sides, the cage providing no protection at all.

She tried to moan but only stupid grunts could escape her ruined throat. She could not even try and protect herself as her wrist shackles were connected to her nipples. She was totally at the mercy of the cruel whore. The red coal landed on her back and she hissed in pain while squirming frantically. The piece of coal rolled from he back, leaving red marks on her stretched skin, then rested on the floor, dangerously close from her folded legs.

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Sally picked more glowing coals and threw them at Felina's trapped body. They made only short  contact with her skin, not really enough time to transfer heat and burn Felina several.  But they  accumulated under her cage, their heat radiating against Felina's bare skin.

Sally was disappointed that the coals did not have a more disastrous effect, than scaring Felina and making her jerk around. Sally decided to pick up the glowing iron. She held it in front of Felina, resting it on one of bars of the cage door. "Unfortunately there are no letter P and S, for Polly and Sally,  or we could burn your tit off with our initials."

There was a noise coming from the dungeon. Sally hastily put the iron back into the brazier and slipped out through a second door.

The door to the dungeon was pushed open and two goons carried Ghost inside. The pain slut was unconscious and looked horrible her body was covered in whip marks, bruises and cuts. And it looked like all her finger and toe nails had been pulled out. "Now that the floor pit is free again, we can put her back in the hole." One goon said. They dumped the woman unceremoniously on the ground and lifted the stone cover.

After they had placed Ghost in the hole and sealed it, they turned to the cage. "Ah, man. I would have loved to be one of the customers tonight."

"We could still have a little fun, nobody would notice."

They grinned at each other and one reached for Felina's cage door. "Odd the metal is warm."

"I don't care take her out."

Felina was pulled out of her cage to be raped yet again. One man moved behind her and pulled down his pants. The other also freed his penis and pulled Felina up by the shoulders. "If you promise to be good, I will remove the ring gag."

"Are you stupid, that's the one that bit Will."

"Listen bitch, if I just feel your teeth a little bit, I will beat them out of your mouth, so that you only can consume liquid for the rest of your life. Will you be a nice cock sucker? I might give you something to drink afterwards. Do we have a deal, slut?"

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Felina could not believe how nasty Sally could be. Here she was, ruined and helpless and the whore continued to torment her. When she even came with the glowing branding iron and threatened to mark her breasts, she was petrified by fear. That slut was even worse than Madame Rouge!

In the end, Felina was saved by the arrival of two guards, carrying Ghost. The poor girl was barely conscious and in an even worse state than before. The redhead shuddered at that sight, wondering how long it would take for her to reach such a horrible condition. This also made her realise that there were still many tortures she could be subjected to.

The two men released Felina from her cage and pulled her out, threatening to rape her. The thief was too broken now to resist or be defiant. As one of them offered to remove her gag and threatened to break her teeth if she bit him, she nodded in agreement. Anything to have that damn ring gag off, and if a fellation could get her some water to drink, she was not going to refuse, not after what she had gone through lately.

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The man pulled out a small key from his pocket and unlocked the ring gag. He dropped it to floor and pulled Felina's mouth to the head of his dick. "Show me your skills." He slid the glans of his penis over Felina's long tongue.

In the meantime, the other man had pushed, Felina's feet apart, to gain access to her nether holes. He had decided to start with her vagina and then switch to her ass later. He griped Felina's hips and rammed deep into her not carrying, if she was read or not.

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Felina tried to close her mouth but it had been kept wide agape for so long that her jaws were locked open. Anyway, with her tongue lolling out, it was anyway impossible to close her mouth without cutting it. The man did not leave her time to recover. In no time he had pushed his cock all the way into her mouth. She could taste his sweaty balls against her sticking out tongue. Almost at the same time, her vagina was penetrated from behind, causing her to moan around the erect cock.

She started sucking on the man’s dick, trying to move her lips around it. Her tongue was mostly useless at that point but she could suck and use her cheeks to massage it. Her sore vagina was being rammed hard, causing her a lot of pain, which prevented her from concentrating. Besides, she was trying to keep her feet close to her vulva to avoid having her labia stretched too much. All along, the chain attached to her pierced clit rattled against the ground, adding to her misery.

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The man was not satisfy with Felina's efforts. He showed it by grabbing her hair and pulling her all the way down over his cock. This was the moment the man behind her switched to her ass. He had no trouble entering her overstretched sphincter.

After a while the man in her ass asked, if they could trade place. Felina got a short break, while they turned her around. Now the other man was raping her mouth and the first man was jack-hammering into her vagina.

It took not long for the man in her mouth to cum. He pulled out and the last drops of semen landed on her face. Felina was spun around a second time by the first man. Felina's throat was again invade by a meat snake. Soon another load was pumped down her throat. The man stayed deeply buried in her throat. Tightening his grip, if she started to struggle. His cock slowly went soft. "Time to give you your drink, not that you earn it, you filthy slut." He began to piss in her throat.

He wouldn't stop pissing, it seem like he head filled his bladder the whole day with the single purpose of drowning Felina in his piss. When he was finally finished, he pushed Felina away.

The men cleaned up, then they placed Felina back in her cage. The door was slammed shut. It did not lock correctly, due to the excessive force and it swung slowly open, after the men had left the room.

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Felina gagged on the cock as it raped her throat, the last an endless list of dicks to violate it. Her tongue was still stretched out so that its underside was grinding against her lower teeth. She very much looked like a ragdoll by now, hardly reacting to what was done to her except for grimacing and grunting when something was too painful.

The men switched places so that she now had to suck on a cock that tasted of her own rectum. She had long grown used to that kind of taste though. What was hard though was the big load of sperm that filled her stomach, and the even bigger stream of pee that flooded her. In a way that was satisfying some of her thirst but it was so strong, so pungent that it also made her nauseous so that when he pulled out at last, she puked most of it on the floor.

They jumped backward, disgusted, and the stench made them leave without properly locking her cage. They have even forgotten the padlock key on the floor.

Felina noticed it but did not dare to get out of her cage immediately. For one, she felt very sick and in pain from the brutal double rape, and she was also afraid that it was a trap, a test, a pretext to pile more punishments on her ruined body. Sally might come back too and Felina, even if she were free, was in no condition to fight her.

So, she just pulled the cage door toward her so that it was not so obviously open and waited a little bit to get better and to see if someone came in.