I hang barely conscious, my wrists scream in pain as ny limp weight pulls on them, my fingers throb from the pins stabbed under my fingernails, one of the fingers on my left hand sticks out, the result of it being broken several months ago. A tight collar is strapped tightly around my neck, choking my throat slightly, making breathing slightly difficult. Also attached to the collar is a shocking device which is sound activated, shocking me every time I scream, cry or beg.

My stomach is bruised and battered, breathing hurts from a cracked rib, the damage visible under my skin, my starved and frail body looks skeletal from years of malnutrition. My back is covered in scars and fresh bloody welts. My nipples and chest are covered in burns and my face features a slip lip and two black eyes, not to mention a missing tooth and a crooked nose from it being broken during a particularly brutal beating.

My balls are heavy, full, aching and bruised, my cock still somehow strains painfully in its cage. Despite being sealed behind metal it doesn't avoid torture, every now and then my captor slides a rigid metal rod into it and waits for me to inevitably get hard and then quickly pulls it out, resulting in painful stinging from with in whenever I piss or leak pre cum.

My ass is in a similar state to my back but also featuring a gapping hole, painfully stretched out and well used, mostly by my captor, or the various items he impales me on and forces inside me. But sometimes he also brings friends, fellow sadists who don't own a painslut like me or just paying strangers, over to torture and fuck me as well, although being fucked by strangers isn't anywhere near as bad as when his friends bring their dogs, the memories of those events make me shiver slightly in horror, dreading the next time it will inevitably happen, as I do my stretched out ass twitches in an attempt to close itawlf but fails miserably as i feel cool air flow into the gapping hole. The only other notable feature is a brand burnt into the flesh of my right cheek, which i recieved ahortly after losing the bet, i still remember the smell of my flesh burning as i screamed and pulled on my restraints.

My legs aren't much better, covered in scars and burns. My feet are also covered in whip marks and burns, not to mention pins under my toenails, one toe even missing its toenail completely as it was recently ripped off, causing me to scream and almost go faint with the pain, which is rare these days. Like with my fingers one of my toes sticks upwards at an unnatural angle, also having been broken in the past.

I weakly cry out as electric shocks flow though my body, the wires clipped to my sore nipples, to exhausted to do much more, as I hang limp and my mangled, burnt, scared, bruised, starved body twitches.

I have no idea how long I've been here, my life is just a blur of pain, agony and endless suffering. I vaguely remember my captor coming down once recently, at least I think it was recent, with a cake with five candles on it. He put out the candles on my body, two on my nipples, two on my balls and one on my tongue, he then ate the whole cake and forced me to watch in painful torment, having not eaten myself for quite some time. He then made me lick his boots clean, suck his cock, swallow his cum, drink his piss and lick his dirty, sweaty, unwiped ass clean, a disgusting taste that I'm disturbingly getting used to, as my dinner before being left in a cage for the night in an incredibly tight hogtie, so tight that my hands went past my feet and my back made an agonising U shape. I didn't get a proper meal of stail bread, dog food, a black banana, vegetable pail and scraps till days later, a meal that i ate gratefully.

My captor seemed very pleased to have reached that point, as he said that I'd survived five times longer than his previous painslut. I'm not sure how to feel about that, pride in making it this far, jealously of my predecessor that my suffering has to go on for longer, dread at the fact it still hasn't ended. I'm not sure how much longer I can go on for but I fear that I have several more painful years ahead of me and several more milestones to pass. Although my tortured cock seems to love the idea somehow, reminding me that I was the painslut who asked for this in the first place.

I moan as another shock racks my tired body and I fall unconscious, patches of unconsciousness continuously get interupted by further shocks, as I desperately try to rest my broken body and mind before my captor returns to fuck and torture me some more.