The dawn of a new day found Ginger in a state of total exhaustion. Her two tormentors had been so frenzied in their lust for the captive starlet that they had virtually fucked her into oblivion.
After sleeping feverishly, Ginger awoke on a small, bare mattress. The stark shadows crawling across the tiny, windowless room were cast by a single, naked light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The walls were covered with a faded and peeling wallpaper that may have once, long ago, been a cheery floral pattern. A single wooden door was the lone entrance to her cramped and dirty little quarters. At her wrists were leather cuffs that looped through the metal railings of the bed frame. Her ankles were held to the foot of the bed with a single pair of similar cuffs, the principle difference being that the cuffs at her feet had several feet of chain between them, giving her ample room to move her legs.
The soreness in her exhausted muscles served to remind her of the brutal and constant abuse that she had endured over the past several days. She looked down at her bare breasts. At some time during the night the huge needles impaling her nipples had been replaced with little silver rings. Between the rings ran a thin silver chain, a few inches long. Finally, suspended in the middle of the chain there were three delicate little bells that softly jingled every time that she moved.
Ginger shuddered as she recalled the piercing of her nipples. Pam had surprised her with the mutilation at the peak of one of Ginger's many orgasms on the previous evening. Her breasts were still sore and very sensitive from the tiny wounds. However the pain in her tits was nothing compared to the soreness of her thighs and back where she had been savagely whipped for the amusement of her captors. She could see some of the welts on her inner thighs and could imagine that her back must also be black and blue.
The most depressing thing that Ginger had to recall was not the physical abuse she had suffered, but the humiliating response that betrayed her excitement at the constant pummeling of her sex. She had been as helpless as a cat in heat to the drives that had awakened in her; and equally unable to hide that fact from her degenerate masters. Even now she could feel the slight dampness in her pussy betraying her shameful weakness. Tears ran down Ginger's lovely cheeks as she recalled orgasm after orgasm, each more powerful than any she had experienced before.
What did this mean? Ginger wasn't sure. She was certain that, even in her worst nightmares, she had never wanted anything like this to happen. She had never asked to be raped and violated, to be mercilessly used as a sex slave and helplessly degraded in ways that she had never even dreamed to be possible.
With a shock Ginger realized that she wanted to masturbate. Her hand had only stopped on its way to her crotch because of the cuffs holding it at the head of the bed. What had happened to her? What sort of depraved creature had she become? She couldn't stop thinking about sex. It was as if her own vulnerability was turning her on.
Sobbing, Ginger cried out to the empty room, "What's happening to me?"
Suddenly she heard footsteps outside of the room. The sound of high heels clicking on wooden stairs was getting closer and closer. Now they were right outside of the door. She could hear keys jangling and finally the sound of the tumblers moving in the lock. The door opened and there stood Pam, grinning from ear to ear.
Pam wore a single piece, black, dress that hugged her trim figure before stopping just above mid-thigh and a pair of wickedly high heels that began the long journey up the seamed stockings disappearing under the dress. Her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail that showed off her aristocratic features and her long, elegant neck. In one hand she held both a riding crop and a small black leather bag. She looked Ginger up and down as she strode into the cramped room.
"How is my little slut today?" she laughed, "Did you enjoy your beauty rest?"
Ginger didn't hesitate with her reply. "Yes Mistress." She said humbly.
She knew how much Pam loved to punish her with the riding crop and she certainly didn't want to give her an excuse to use it.
Her ready submission seemed to please Pam who glided across the room to sit on the bed next to the naked and helpless girl. She rested her right hand on Ginger's smooth inner thigh and gently stroked the inside of her leg. Ginger responded to her touch with a tiny, involuntary gasp of excitement.
Pam noticed the tension in the shivering girl and she smiled as her fingers began to slowly explore Ginger's juicy cunt.
"My, my! You have been broken in haven't you my dear?" She said as her fingers slid easily in and out of the mortified and quivering girl.
Ginger was softly crying now. "How awful!" she thought as her body kept responding to Pam's probing fingers. Regardless of her embarrassment, her hips began to gently pump up and down, her pussy lips puffing and her clit swelling with arousal. Once again she felt the desire overtaking her, sweeping her broken will aside like a thin veil.
"You really are a tramp, aren't you dear?" Pam sneered, "Aren't you?" She squeezed the crying girl's clit between thumb and forefinger making her cry out.
"Y-yes Mistress!" Ginger sobbed as her fingers twisted in the sheets on the mattress. The shame burned in her cheeks as her body continued to surge under the grip of Pam's relentless attentions.
"Let me hear you say it then! Tell me what you are!!" ordered Pam.
"I am your slut Mistress!" Ginger agreed.
"Good girl!" Pam removed her moist fingers from Ginger's dripping cunt and held them under the girl's nose. "Now lick them clean slave."
Ginger couldn't believe her own eagerness to obey. Any shred of defiance that she might have been tempted to offer had just been destroyed by her own body's degrading performance. Besides Ginger was no longer sure she wanted to resist any more; her body was succumbing to the endless routine of abuse, and after the initial shock of violation she no longer had the will to deny its response. Her tongue leapt out and she began to lick and suck on Pam's fingers, the salty taste of her own juices combining with that of her tears.
Pam pulled her hand away and unzipped the leather bag. "That's enough for now slave. We have to get you ready for a very busy day!" She reached into the bag and brought out a pair of gleaming, steel handcuffs. Next she unlocked Ginger's wrists from the bed frame and yanked her up to a sitting position on the bed.
