Beware: Description of intense abuse including potentially "extreme" violence;

Watersports and uterine prolapse included as well.

Recap:

I forgot my place and made a foolish suggestion doubled by a shameless display ending with me locked in the Black Room.

Master came back from the office, Master's Sister told everything to Master and Master got seriously pissed, as expected. She's very precious to Master and just around two years apart from me in age thus it was sensical that I be punished for my ill arousal.

Master set up a stockade in the Black Room, it was assembled with custom modular pieces for ease of assembly and adapt to creativity.

I was attached to a double ring that's adjustable in height according to the height of the supports used, something of a mechanism allows effortlessly lifting the quarry and brutally drops the ring back (thus quarry) to the first height when escalating from the highest point and that ring can be rotated around vertically with a handle mechanism and horizontal if the inner ring is unlocked from following the axis of the outer one.

Master gagged me; put mascara on my eyes (a new touch-up everyday) so that my tears are visible; inserted a catheter in my urethra and plugged it to a fluid port on my gag, there's a balloon pump to the catheter so that Master may force me to piss in my mouth for hydration.

Master also installed two fuckmachines fitted with pro-sport sized baseball bats, not some tiny kid or teen toy - Master used them to hurt me with my own items ('cause they're mine to begin with) - one aiming up towards my pussy and the other to punch my belly as I'm upright at the highest point and when I'm horizontal I can get fucked the other way around by spinning the inner ring around so I face them similarly but horizontally.

Master started by making me fall from the highest to the lowest vertical height so that the bat aiming up would forcefully make its way in my cunt and slam away at my deepest parts, something Master did a hundred times a day without intervals, all in one run at the beginning of everyday.

Master then tenderized my belly with barrages of punches without holding back and stopped personally punishing me when Master would put me back to the highest point and activate the fuck machines so that the two bats would fuck and beat me together in unison.

Master would come back once a day to feed me cum soaked bread and often pump my bladder's content into my mouth through the catheter for rehydration.

The same routine repeated each day for seven days and Master would sometimes put me in an horizontal position for the same to keep happening but with gravity pulling my body down Master would add weights to my nipples' and clitoris' rings.

The feeling of my guts being forced around with the frantic thumping of my womb being atomized by a bat from inside and outside my belly felt absolutely excruciating in a strange mixture of pain and pressured pleasure, I could only scream, moan and make unintelligible noises by the end of the second day and couldn't form words alone, nevermind sentences.

Master would remain adamant and watch me suffer through my own mistake, sometimes giving me rewards, for having made a good impression, being dropped to the lowest height so that Master may better aim and piss over me, jerk off on my face and wipe in my hair and I would deliriously moan my joy out for Master was willing to bestow something upon me other than suffering, only to be set back in place and having my innards pounded once more.

At the end, my pussy was ravaged, my belly was hues of blue, purple as well as splotches of black and my uterus would slip out of my twat since the muscles in my belly were so softened and couldn't hold anything in place. I was a bag of sludge beaten to a pulp and Master, out of generosity, massaged my sore pulverized disgusting womb (that's still intact, it's been trained rigorously and is rather resilient to harsh treatment I'd say) directly with Master's own Delicate Hands to relieve me and make me cum non-stop when the punishment was finally over.

Master gave me time to rest, took care of me during my healing and pampered me afterwards, I was a bit like a child, in my mind, again, like, I have a tendency to regress during harsh punishments since I'm so weakly built and my mind is rather flimsy. I actually mentally broke, once, due events of my past which I'm guessing kind of eased things - like how a pussy that's overfucked gets all loose and is easier to penetrate, too much mindfuck and things get crazy easy.

Do not mistake, though, for as brutal as it was I revelled in each moment and squirmed in much pleasure throughout my predicament although I admit it was thoroughly hurtful. Regardless, I deserved every bit of it.

Then came the next week, where Master took time off of work, for once...