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A few weeks have passed now. I have been pushed down the road to becoming a public slut with my identity being disclosed to more and more people without me knowing who all know my secrets. MISTRESS Natascha, MASTER Michail, and their friends do their utmost to add to my humiliation in front of others. Slowly and methodically they have begun to control all aspects of my life. They use their power over me to drive me deeper and deeper into servitude to them.
Especially MASTER Michail turned out to be a real sadist and makes life to hell for me by inventing more and more cruelties and by adding more and more so-called standing orders. One of the rooms in the basement of my house has been rebuilt to a dungeon. Amongst others, the dungeon is furnished with a pillory and a wooden horse, but independent from that they can fix me there to the ceiling and to the walls in almost every position. MASTER Michail likes to put me there in chains for ages and in most cases tortures my nipples with the help of alligator clamps, connected to a device that delivers remote controlled electric shocks. Over time this becomes almost unbearable but the controls are out of reach and there is nothing I can do about it.
There is a whole collection of whips, canes, floggers, paddles, tawse, cat o' nine tails and I get to sense all of them. All the MISTRESSES and also MASTER Michail use to whip me with full power, they never care about my screams and any yelling, in the opposite, MISTRESS Tamara claims that a slut like me always would pretend to suffer much more than I actually would do. Any begging for mercy is in vain, they say that for a slaveslut like me there is no mercy. In the opposite, crying, begging for mercy or other attempts to reduce punishment often event results in further whippings and even in severe torture. If they feel bothered by my cries, they just gag me.
Soon I learnt to fear the wooden horse like hell. Much more sophisticated than the horse at the home of MISTRESS Natascha and MASTER Michail, it is a rude triangular torture device, with the sharp point of the angle pointing upward, mounted on a saw horse like support. The wooden horse can be used in a wide variety of ways delivering discomfort and excruciating pain. Every ride is different. MASTER Michail feels that the wooden horse motivates a slaveslut like me much more effectively than a flogging will.
For example, he chains my wrists above my head to the ceiling, forces me to straddle the bar of the horse, and then chains my ankles far apart to the floor. The pain is inflicted by my own weight. In order to avoid having to sit on the horse I must stand on tiptoe, but that soon causes inevitable muscle fatigue. After many long minutes my calves finally tire with the result that my weight forces me to sit on the horse. I must use the last of my strength to lower myself as gently as possible to the hard, narrow surface of the horse. For moments my muscles relax and I can lift my body again, but only for a few minutes this time.
The muscle fatigue forces me to lowers myself again, carefully placing my weight on the horse. It takes longer to summon the strength to rise a third time, but after long seconds sitting on the wooden horse, I try to stand on my tiptoes again, pushing against gravity and sweating from the exertion. I soon start trying over and over again to find a position that will bring me less pain, but to no avail. My body goes up and down, that means I start riding the horse!
MASTER Michail likes to watch with amusement when trembling and muscle fatigue sets in! After some time, I am simply a creature totally reacting to the pain that will do everything in order to avoid having to ride the hose again! So, he uses this occasion to talk to me and to lecture me how to become a better slave. In these moments I am prepared to promise everything, and he especially likes to explore what I would do when serving Gay Masters!!!
Or MASTER Michail locks me for ages into the pillory. The height of the pillory is so that I am bent over at a right angle, offering my ass to any treatment. My head is at a height that a strapon or a cock can be pushed at ease into my mouth. My feet are then locked in a spreader bar. Although standing there is a torture in itself, MASTER Michail and especially also any of the MISTRESSES like to whip me without mercy and subsequently fuck me simultaneously in mouth and ass with their strapons. I feel so helpless and humiliated locked into this pillory and my ass is always on fire.
Sometimes MASTER Michail ties me to a hook in the ceiling with my arms bound behind my back bending me forward. The addition of a leg spreader renders all my parts vulnerable his whip. But the position in itself is soon aching like hell and a real torture. Or he cuffs my wrists above me to an eyelet placed exactly high enough to make me stand on my toes which, too, is a torture in itself.
Sometimes he gags me in such a way that I hold the gag in place voluntarily, since if I let it go the gag would dangle painfully from the alligator clips that attach the gag to my nipples. So, I keep the gag voluntarily in the mouth rather than suffer any more pain. Or he forces me to stay up `voluntarily´ on my toes rather than rest on my heels, an action that would cause me to push buttons that send shocks down wires to clips on whatever sensitive parts of my body.
Independent from all that torture, it is only a matter of time until, too, the urge to pee becomes unbearable. In the beginning I tried to fight it, but now I know that MASTER Michail will definitely not release me as long as I have not pissed on the floor. As a standing order I have to lap each drop of the piss with my tongue, observed and well documented by him and the MISTRESSES.
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There are now many more STANDING ORDERS:
• At home I have to lock a heavy steel discipline collar around my neck that I cannot remove again, with evidence of execution to be sent by mobile. The key is with MASTER Michail or one of the MISTRESSES.
• Whenever and wherever I meet one of them I have to lick their boots until further notice. It does not matter if that can be observed by somebody else.
• It is strictly prohibited for me to talk without request to do so. For responding questions and confirming orders YES, MISTRESS resp. YES, MASTER is a must. Again, it does not matter if somebody else can hear that.
• I am not allowed to wipe off spittle, pee, or come from my face or body without permission which usually is only given when they leave me. This even applies in public.
• For my utmost humiliation outdoors, be it in their presence or be it while performing tasks given by them, I have to keep a condom in my mouth that is filled with my pee. Eventually, the condom is cut and the contents poured into my mouth.
• Whenever they whip or cane me, I must expose my ass as much as possible, otherwise the strike does not count.
Now, they have complemented my embarrassing sissy outfit in a most humiliating fashion by a sluttish make-up. As a standing order I have to put on inviting dark red lipstick and polish my fingernails with a matching colour. The only footwear I am allowed to put on are red pumps or pumps made out of steel with high heels, locked around my ankles so that they cannot be removed. If not ordered otherwise I have to present myself in this outfit, too, whenever they order me to come to their place.
Whenever the MISTRESSES so like, I have to put on steel punishment pumps, which either have so lengthy heels that they do not allow me to stand but only to crawl, or there is another pair of pumps that have an inbuilt mechanism, triggering an electric shock whenever I put my weight on the heels.
Quite often they cuff my hands behind the back rendering me completely helpless. Sometimes in addition to the cuffs they take off the chastity belt but lock a humbler around my balls, forcing me on my knees, since then I am not able to stand or straighten out without extreme discomfort. As MISTRESS Cora once said, the cuffs and the humbler remind me constantly of my status as slave, she claimed that she is sure that I want them to be put on as much as possible, but the only thing that is sure is that they make life for me most uncomfortable. By the way, the chastity belt being off does not allow me to get relief since with my hands cuffed behind the back it is even not possible to touch my cock.
A couple of weeks ago, MISTRESS Cora came up with a new cruelty, now they cuff my left wrist to my left ankle and my right wrist to my right ankle and combine that with either chastity belt or humbler, a very uncomfortable arrangement to spend hours and hours. She can make my life a misery and there is nothing I can do about it.
She was also the one who had the idea to have me install webcams all over the house, so that now they can supervise me without me knowing whether I get observed or not. I have no more privacy at all; the webcams put them into the position to torment me day and night. Amongst others, again and again they prohibit me to sit or lie with the argument that there must be always free access to my ass. This is really a silly justification since they order me to do that when there is nobody in the house and, besides that, lying on the belly would still allow free access to my ass, but I have no possibility to argue such orders. Of course, over hours I get tired without the possibility to get some rest other than kneeling on the floor. It is obvious that this is the proper motivation for such a prohibition!
My chastity belt has been modified in a devious and cunning ways. The belt is evil in itself since it is measured to fit me exactly and so tight that I cannot do anything but suffer its torments and pleasures. An extension at the rear shield can hold a large butt plug securely locked in place. That means I cannot remove the butt plug at my own but depend on the keyholder!
The belt can be controlled in several ways. First and foremost, as a simple chastity belt stopping me from being able to touch myself at all and thus making me incredibly horny and frustrated.
However, it just being a chastity belt was not evil enough for MASTER Michail. He added a remote-control shocker and placed the prongs so that they sit just around my cock. The cock shocker has two buttons – one to make a noise only, and one to deliver a shock of varying levels from one up to nine. In addition to that, the butt plug, too, can to deliver shocks.
I even do not know who holds the key for my chastity belt at present. Once a month MISTRESS Tatjana, MISTRESS Natascha, or MASTER Michail take the chastity belt off for hygiene reasons, but then I am chained in such a way that even touching my cock is not feasible, and the whole procedure is only humiliating and not pleasant at all.
Sometimes MISTRESS Cora forces a massive penis gag with a vast rubber phallus into my mouth and locks it in place behind my head, so that it is impossible to get the gag out. Thus, gagged she leaves me alone in the house and I have to wait until she returns again still the same day. Then I can only hope that she is in good mood and takes the gag off. But that is not sure. MASTER Michail and the other MISTRESSES just laugh when they see me gagged with even my moans lost in the penis gag. Every time my jaws ache from having that huge gag so many hours in my mouth.
But the worst thing is the new heavy steel discipline collar, or more accurately steel punishment collar, with an attached bell hung above my head, ringing at even the slightest movement. Immediately when arriving at home I have to lock this collar around my neck. I had already hated the collar in which MISTRESS C sometimes locked me up until to the next session, but this collar is much heavier, forcing me to keep my head tilted upward and is more than uncomfortable. The heavy weight is partly due to batteries for the built-in electric cattle prod operating via radio transmitter and receiver.
These features make it a hundred times worse than the old collar since at random intervals I receive electric shocks of differing intensity. This hated collar is my real prison; the shocks it can dish out at the highest level are strong enough to render me almost u*********s. And it is operated by remote radio-control, using the same technique as modern smart-phones, thus can be used, too, for punishment at any time without physical presence. The batteries are rechargeable and I have to recharge them myself. If I do not do that in time, a sensor detects low battery charge and initiates electric shocks that painful and frequent that I cannot stand them. Thus, the batteries are always charged in full!
Living just opposite, MISTRESS Natascha and MASTER Michail order me to report there almost every evening. The only other piece I am allowed to wear besides my sissy outfit, the chastity belt, and the steel collar on the way to their house is a rain overcoat, which I have to take off immediately after arriving there and I never know whether I will be get the rain overcoat back for returning home. If it is already dark, they use to keep the raincoat and I always have to fear that other neighbours will see me.
Quite often MISTRESS Natascha and MASTER Michail just use me as their toilet, pissing into my mouth, and all over my body.
MISTRESS Natascha has made it my regular duty to lick her clean after she had sex with MASTER Michail and she is then full of cum in both orifices. Of course, I have to clean, too, the cock of MASTER Michail thereafter and often he makes me suck him until he splashes a full load into my mouth.
Moreover, both of them enjoy making me to act as their spittoon and ashtray. Regularly, they force me to eat and drink from a bowl on the floor with my hands cuffed on my back. In front of my eyes they spit and pee, and sometimes MASTER Michail even ejaculates into the bowl and I have to lap everything and lick the bowl clean within tight time limits set.
In a lot of cases MISTRESS Natascha and MASTER Michail have guests; not only MISTRESS Tatjana, MISTRESS Tamara or MISTRESS Cora, but plenty of others. They never allow me to wear a mask or hide my face! In the opposite, MISTRESS Natascha always makes her guests aware that I live just opposite them and offers everybody to use me as their slaveslut at any time. They all take pics and clips and sometimes even send them to me along with embarrassing remarks. And on the large TV screen run clips showing me in most compromising actions.
In most cases they keep me cuffed and chained during my service, surely not because of fear of opposition but just to make life for me even more desperate and humiliating. Of course, I have to serve them as a maid with drinks and food, but most of the time I have to entertain them, respectively with other words, they like to watch me suffering.
Nude with my hands cuffed behind my back and my collar connected to a loose-fitting chain to the ceiling, they put alligator clamps on my nipples, fixed tightly also with an elastic cord to the ceiling. Wires at the alligator clamps go to a base unit that supplies remote controlled electric current impulses. Cruelly they turn the controls up and down, tormenting my nipples so that I start to dance because of pain. By doing that, of course I pull at the elastic cord, causing even more pain. The chain to my collar prevents that I can pull the alligator clamps off, although with clover-leaf nipple clamps this is almost impossible, since these are nipple clamps that pinch tighter when pulled. Nobody cares that I suffer, in the opposite, they crack jokes about my predicament.
Whenever MISTRESS Cora is present, she uses to take the controls and takes care that I suffer so much pain that I weep, sob, and cry for mercy. There is none! They all get pleasure from seeing me suffer! I am not a neighbour, I am a slave, a slut, a piece of shit and they treat me like that.
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Especially MASTER Michail turned out to be a real sadist and makes life to hell for me by inventing more and more cruelties and by adding more and more so-called standing orders. One of the rooms in the basement of my house has been rebuilt to a dungeon. Amongst others, the dungeon is furnished with a pillory and a wooden horse, but independent from that they can fix me there to the ceiling and to the walls in almost every position. MASTER Michail likes to put me there in chains for ages and in most cases tortures my nipples with the help of alligator clamps, connected to a device that delivers remote controlled electric shocks. Over time this becomes almost unbearable but the controls are out of reach and there is nothing I can do about it.
There is a whole collection of whips, canes, floggers, paddles, tawse, cat o' nine tails and I get to sense all of them. All the MISTRESSES and also MASTER Michail use to whip me with full power, they never care about my screams and any yelling, in the opposite, MISTRESS Tamara claims that a slut like me always would pretend to suffer much more than I actually would do. Any begging for mercy is in vain, they say that for a slaveslut like me there is no mercy. In the opposite, crying, begging for mercy or other attempts to reduce punishment often event results in further whippings and even in severe torture. If they feel bothered by my cries, they just gag me.
Soon I learnt to fear the wooden horse like hell. Much more sophisticated than the horse at the home of MISTRESS Natascha and MASTER Michail, it is a rude triangular torture device, with the sharp point of the angle pointing upward, mounted on a saw horse like support. The wooden horse can be used in a wide variety of ways delivering discomfort and excruciating pain. Every ride is different. MASTER Michail feels that the wooden horse motivates a slaveslut like me much more effectively than a flogging will.
For example, he chains my wrists above my head to the ceiling, forces me to straddle the bar of the horse, and then chains my ankles far apart to the floor. The pain is inflicted by my own weight. In order to avoid having to sit on the horse I must stand on tiptoe, but that soon causes inevitable muscle fatigue. After many long minutes my calves finally tire with the result that my weight forces me to sit on the horse. I must use the last of my strength to lower myself as gently as possible to the hard, narrow surface of the horse. For moments my muscles relax and I can lift my body again, but only for a few minutes this time.
The muscle fatigue forces me to lowers myself again, carefully placing my weight on the horse. It takes longer to summon the strength to rise a third time, but after long seconds sitting on the wooden horse, I try to stand on my tiptoes again, pushing against gravity and sweating from the exertion. I soon start trying over and over again to find a position that will bring me less pain, but to no avail. My body goes up and down, that means I start riding the horse!
MASTER Michail likes to watch with amusement when trembling and muscle fatigue sets in! After some time, I am simply a creature totally reacting to the pain that will do everything in order to avoid having to ride the hose again! So, he uses this occasion to talk to me and to lecture me how to become a better slave. In these moments I am prepared to promise everything, and he especially likes to explore what I would do when serving Gay Masters!!!
Or MASTER Michail locks me for ages into the pillory. The height of the pillory is so that I am bent over at a right angle, offering my ass to any treatment. My head is at a height that a strapon or a cock can be pushed at ease into my mouth. My feet are then locked in a spreader bar. Although standing there is a torture in itself, MASTER Michail and especially also any of the MISTRESSES like to whip me without mercy and subsequently fuck me simultaneously in mouth and ass with their strapons. I feel so helpless and humiliated locked into this pillory and my ass is always on fire.
Sometimes MASTER Michail ties me to a hook in the ceiling with my arms bound behind my back bending me forward. The addition of a leg spreader renders all my parts vulnerable his whip. But the position in itself is soon aching like hell and a real torture. Or he cuffs my wrists above me to an eyelet placed exactly high enough to make me stand on my toes which, too, is a torture in itself.
Sometimes he gags me in such a way that I hold the gag in place voluntarily, since if I let it go the gag would dangle painfully from the alligator clips that attach the gag to my nipples. So, I keep the gag voluntarily in the mouth rather than suffer any more pain. Or he forces me to stay up `voluntarily´ on my toes rather than rest on my heels, an action that would cause me to push buttons that send shocks down wires to clips on whatever sensitive parts of my body.
Independent from all that torture, it is only a matter of time until, too, the urge to pee becomes unbearable. In the beginning I tried to fight it, but now I know that MASTER Michail will definitely not release me as long as I have not pissed on the floor. As a standing order I have to lap each drop of the piss with my tongue, observed and well documented by him and the MISTRESSES.
…
There are now many more STANDING ORDERS:
• At home I have to lock a heavy steel discipline collar around my neck that I cannot remove again, with evidence of execution to be sent by mobile. The key is with MASTER Michail or one of the MISTRESSES.
• Whenever and wherever I meet one of them I have to lick their boots until further notice. It does not matter if that can be observed by somebody else.
• It is strictly prohibited for me to talk without request to do so. For responding questions and confirming orders YES, MISTRESS resp. YES, MASTER is a must. Again, it does not matter if somebody else can hear that.
• I am not allowed to wipe off spittle, pee, or come from my face or body without permission which usually is only given when they leave me. This even applies in public.
• For my utmost humiliation outdoors, be it in their presence or be it while performing tasks given by them, I have to keep a condom in my mouth that is filled with my pee. Eventually, the condom is cut and the contents poured into my mouth.
• Whenever they whip or cane me, I must expose my ass as much as possible, otherwise the strike does not count.
Now, they have complemented my embarrassing sissy outfit in a most humiliating fashion by a sluttish make-up. As a standing order I have to put on inviting dark red lipstick and polish my fingernails with a matching colour. The only footwear I am allowed to put on are red pumps or pumps made out of steel with high heels, locked around my ankles so that they cannot be removed. If not ordered otherwise I have to present myself in this outfit, too, whenever they order me to come to their place.
Whenever the MISTRESSES so like, I have to put on steel punishment pumps, which either have so lengthy heels that they do not allow me to stand but only to crawl, or there is another pair of pumps that have an inbuilt mechanism, triggering an electric shock whenever I put my weight on the heels.
Quite often they cuff my hands behind the back rendering me completely helpless. Sometimes in addition to the cuffs they take off the chastity belt but lock a humbler around my balls, forcing me on my knees, since then I am not able to stand or straighten out without extreme discomfort. As MISTRESS Cora once said, the cuffs and the humbler remind me constantly of my status as slave, she claimed that she is sure that I want them to be put on as much as possible, but the only thing that is sure is that they make life for me most uncomfortable. By the way, the chastity belt being off does not allow me to get relief since with my hands cuffed behind the back it is even not possible to touch my cock.
A couple of weeks ago, MISTRESS Cora came up with a new cruelty, now they cuff my left wrist to my left ankle and my right wrist to my right ankle and combine that with either chastity belt or humbler, a very uncomfortable arrangement to spend hours and hours. She can make my life a misery and there is nothing I can do about it.
She was also the one who had the idea to have me install webcams all over the house, so that now they can supervise me without me knowing whether I get observed or not. I have no more privacy at all; the webcams put them into the position to torment me day and night. Amongst others, again and again they prohibit me to sit or lie with the argument that there must be always free access to my ass. This is really a silly justification since they order me to do that when there is nobody in the house and, besides that, lying on the belly would still allow free access to my ass, but I have no possibility to argue such orders. Of course, over hours I get tired without the possibility to get some rest other than kneeling on the floor. It is obvious that this is the proper motivation for such a prohibition!
My chastity belt has been modified in a devious and cunning ways. The belt is evil in itself since it is measured to fit me exactly and so tight that I cannot do anything but suffer its torments and pleasures. An extension at the rear shield can hold a large butt plug securely locked in place. That means I cannot remove the butt plug at my own but depend on the keyholder!
The belt can be controlled in several ways. First and foremost, as a simple chastity belt stopping me from being able to touch myself at all and thus making me incredibly horny and frustrated.
However, it just being a chastity belt was not evil enough for MASTER Michail. He added a remote-control shocker and placed the prongs so that they sit just around my cock. The cock shocker has two buttons – one to make a noise only, and one to deliver a shock of varying levels from one up to nine. In addition to that, the butt plug, too, can to deliver shocks.
I even do not know who holds the key for my chastity belt at present. Once a month MISTRESS Tatjana, MISTRESS Natascha, or MASTER Michail take the chastity belt off for hygiene reasons, but then I am chained in such a way that even touching my cock is not feasible, and the whole procedure is only humiliating and not pleasant at all.
Sometimes MISTRESS Cora forces a massive penis gag with a vast rubber phallus into my mouth and locks it in place behind my head, so that it is impossible to get the gag out. Thus, gagged she leaves me alone in the house and I have to wait until she returns again still the same day. Then I can only hope that she is in good mood and takes the gag off. But that is not sure. MASTER Michail and the other MISTRESSES just laugh when they see me gagged with even my moans lost in the penis gag. Every time my jaws ache from having that huge gag so many hours in my mouth.
But the worst thing is the new heavy steel discipline collar, or more accurately steel punishment collar, with an attached bell hung above my head, ringing at even the slightest movement. Immediately when arriving at home I have to lock this collar around my neck. I had already hated the collar in which MISTRESS C sometimes locked me up until to the next session, but this collar is much heavier, forcing me to keep my head tilted upward and is more than uncomfortable. The heavy weight is partly due to batteries for the built-in electric cattle prod operating via radio transmitter and receiver.
These features make it a hundred times worse than the old collar since at random intervals I receive electric shocks of differing intensity. This hated collar is my real prison; the shocks it can dish out at the highest level are strong enough to render me almost u*********s. And it is operated by remote radio-control, using the same technique as modern smart-phones, thus can be used, too, for punishment at any time without physical presence. The batteries are rechargeable and I have to recharge them myself. If I do not do that in time, a sensor detects low battery charge and initiates electric shocks that painful and frequent that I cannot stand them. Thus, the batteries are always charged in full!
Living just opposite, MISTRESS Natascha and MASTER Michail order me to report there almost every evening. The only other piece I am allowed to wear besides my sissy outfit, the chastity belt, and the steel collar on the way to their house is a rain overcoat, which I have to take off immediately after arriving there and I never know whether I will be get the rain overcoat back for returning home. If it is already dark, they use to keep the raincoat and I always have to fear that other neighbours will see me.
Quite often MISTRESS Natascha and MASTER Michail just use me as their toilet, pissing into my mouth, and all over my body.
MISTRESS Natascha has made it my regular duty to lick her clean after she had sex with MASTER Michail and she is then full of cum in both orifices. Of course, I have to clean, too, the cock of MASTER Michail thereafter and often he makes me suck him until he splashes a full load into my mouth.
Moreover, both of them enjoy making me to act as their spittoon and ashtray. Regularly, they force me to eat and drink from a bowl on the floor with my hands cuffed on my back. In front of my eyes they spit and pee, and sometimes MASTER Michail even ejaculates into the bowl and I have to lap everything and lick the bowl clean within tight time limits set.
In a lot of cases MISTRESS Natascha and MASTER Michail have guests; not only MISTRESS Tatjana, MISTRESS Tamara or MISTRESS Cora, but plenty of others. They never allow me to wear a mask or hide my face! In the opposite, MISTRESS Natascha always makes her guests aware that I live just opposite them and offers everybody to use me as their slaveslut at any time. They all take pics and clips and sometimes even send them to me along with embarrassing remarks. And on the large TV screen run clips showing me in most compromising actions.
In most cases they keep me cuffed and chained during my service, surely not because of fear of opposition but just to make life for me even more desperate and humiliating. Of course, I have to serve them as a maid with drinks and food, but most of the time I have to entertain them, respectively with other words, they like to watch me suffering.
Nude with my hands cuffed behind my back and my collar connected to a loose-fitting chain to the ceiling, they put alligator clamps on my nipples, fixed tightly also with an elastic cord to the ceiling. Wires at the alligator clamps go to a base unit that supplies remote controlled electric current impulses. Cruelly they turn the controls up and down, tormenting my nipples so that I start to dance because of pain. By doing that, of course I pull at the elastic cord, causing even more pain. The chain to my collar prevents that I can pull the alligator clamps off, although with clover-leaf nipple clamps this is almost impossible, since these are nipple clamps that pinch tighter when pulled. Nobody cares that I suffer, in the opposite, they crack jokes about my predicament.
Whenever MISTRESS Cora is present, she uses to take the controls and takes care that I suffer so much pain that I weep, sob, and cry for mercy. There is none! They all get pleasure from seeing me suffer! I am not a neighbour, I am a slave, a slut, a piece of shit and they treat me like that.
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