Mistress, dog, their bitch - Part 3 - A public display continues

The party is in full swing, and Niky is the main course. She is passed from hand to hand, her body becoming a canvas for their cruel games and an instrument for their pleasure. They mark her, their brutality escalating with each passing hour. Yet, through it all, one thought keeps Niky compliant: the fear of what Maria will do if she disobeys. She endures everything, driven by the terror of her mistress's punishment.

When the doors finally close on the last guest, there is no rest. Maria is waiting, and a slave's work is never truly done. She still has to tend to the needs of her mistress.

Tags: BDSM, Dominant female, Submissive female, Punishment, Ownership, Slave, Rape, Sex, Oral, Lesbian

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Story sample - Isabella paused for a moment, as if considering the next step in her game. Niky used this short pause to try to at least somewhat control her breathing, even though every inhale sent a new wave of pain from the taut clamps on her nipples. Her mind was a whirlwind of fear and agony, but somewhere deep inside her, a small, desperate flame of defiance still held on—she refused to surrender completely, refused to give them the satisfaction of having broken her entirely.

"You know, Niky," Isabella began again, her voice calmer now, almost contemplative, which unsettled Niky even more. "Sometimes the greatest pain is the one a person inflicts upon themselves. Or the one where they must helplessly watch as something unpleasant happens."

She slowly walked over to where Viktor had set down his glass of alcohol. She picked it up, swirled the liquid, and then she looked at Niky with a new, cunning glint in her eyes. "I have an idea."

She turned to the other guests, who were still watching them in silence. "My friends," she said, her voice louder now, more social. "I think it's time for a little change of pace. What would you say to a game? A game in which our little rebel will play the main role... or rather, her body will."

An excited murmur filled the room. Maria, who until now had just been sitting quietly and watching everything with a smile, raised an eyebrow slightly, as if Isabella's idea intrigued her.

Isabella continued, her voice full of theatricality. "Imagine this: each of you," she gestured to the guests, "will choose one body part of our Niky. Any part. And I," her smile widened, "will make sure that body part experiences something... special." She was still holding the glass with Viktor's alcohol in her hand. "We have this excellent cognac here. Or maybe something else? A little fire? A little ice? The possibilities are almost limitless. And the best part?" Isabella added, her eyes gleaming. "Niky must just endure it. She must not make a sound. If she so much as squeaks, if she moves too much... well, then we will double the punishment. And Maria," she looked at her, "will be the judge of whether she has broken the rules."

Maria just smiled and nodded. "That sounds like excellent fun, Isabella. I'm sure our little bitch will be very happy to cooperate."