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Liam’s threats brought her back to position. He didn’t tell her the number of blows she would receive, so counting seemed meaningless. She obediently thanked him for his correction after each lash.
    When he chose to stop whipping, Liam pushed his hardened cock into her pussy without warning. Diana moaned with pleasure. She knew this time would be short lived, but she tried to linger in the diversion. Her pussy tightened around his thick unrelenting shaft while the weight of his body hammered her tender ass. “Get me nice and wet, Bitch, it is the only lubricant you will have." Her sphincter tightened at the impending punishment. Minutes later, his cock plunged deep in her ass. Diana maintained her stance as long as she could. The pain and the force of his thrusts caused her to crumble to the ground more than once. Finally, he moved her. Pulling her up by her hair, while still inside of her forcing her to walk to the kitchen table, where he bent her over the solid wood surface.
    The cool smooth finish comforted her cheek, after the abrasive carpet. He barely paused during the transfer. He humped and humped, showing no mercy, as his large full cock sought to deliver pain not pleasure. “Stupid cunt, did you think you could beat me?”
    She answered appropriately, but her concentration centered on maintaining her open vessel. If she thought of anything else her hole would tighten in rebellion, upsetting Liam. At this moment, Diana would do anything to make him happy.
    When he pulled out, Diana lay drained and lifeless across the table. Her hair disheveled, makeup smeared with tears, and welted ass exposed to the world. The fluids that dripped from her unsatisfied cunt confirmed that despite the physical torture, degrading position, and humiliating words, she was hotter than hell.
    Hearing Liam open the refrigerator, Diana relaxed assuming he wanted something, probably a beer. Her relief at his reprieve turned to horror. She saw him close the thick door, tobasco sauce in hand, and a sinister look in his icy blue eyes. Her knees buckled. She whimpered and held tight to the table for support.
    It wasn’t enough to torture her. Liam made her help. “Give me your hands." She obeyed. “You are going to remember not to cross me again. Do you think you can do that?"
    She opened her hands and replied, “Yes, Sir. Thank you for your correction. Your slave will do better next time." He coated her palms with the spicy red liquid. “Now rub my cock." She did, hesitantly at first. “Faster, get the sauce everywhere." Once she’d coated his penis to his liking he pushed her back down and penetrated her raw anus. The pain of the cock plus the tobasco sauce on her wounded skin made her scream in agony. It was an involuntary reaction to the most excruciating pain she’d ever experienced in her life.
    Diana understood. She deserved this punishment. She’d disobeyed him. Months ago, she allowed him to enter her life and her body. She gave him control. It was naive to think that she could regain it. Diana begged between sobs, promised him anything, if only he would stop. Liam was on a mission – one that Diana wouldn’t forget.
    Eventually, the world disappeared through pain and anguish.
    Within a twenty by thirty basement room, cages lined one wall, side by side and stacked two high. Troy wasn’t sure, but there were about twenty. There were also dirty bunk beds and an area of empty concrete. Clinton, the Inferno’s overseer, explained, “This is our slave's dormitory. Assuming they are allowed sleep at all, this is where they do it." Clinton continued, “Sleeping in a bed is a privilege. Females are kept in cages or sleep hog tied on the concrete floor unless they earn the privilege of sleeping in a bunk."
    Troy had to ask, “How do they earn the right to a bed?”
    The overseer smiled, “They keep me happy." Troy wasn’t sure what that entailed. He decided not to ask. It was obvious as Clinton’s tour continued; he enjoyed