She's naked and securely tied to a cement table.  Her
breasts and belly are covered with welts from the
whip.  Her blonde hair, normally straight and smooth,
is matted with dried cum from all the men in the dungeon
who've used her over the past few days.  A very ugly
bruise is developing on her cheek, a painful memento of
the time she tried to resist.

She's been told exactly what will happen, and exactly 
when, down to the minute.  A rather large clock on the
wall has echoed the time for her throughout her ordeal.
Across the face of the clock, written in bright red 
lipstick, is one word:  ADULTERESS.
As the hours dragged by, bringing her closer and closer
to the horror that awaits her, she must have been sortn the men would come in to use her again,
distracting her from her silent, horrifying vigil.  

For the last four hours or so, the men have left her 
alone, to reflect upon the awful punishment awaiting 
her.  The Mistress, however, has come into the room 
frequently to remind her, in detail.  

Under an hour to go now.  The Mistress is setting things
up.  The woman strapped to the table, at the urging of
the Mistress, tells her story.  How she thought her
neighbor's husband was such a hunk.  How she seduced him
by parading around in low-cut evening dresses, daisy dukes
and skimpy swimwear.  She's sobbing now, as she gives 
every sordid detail of their tryst.  All the cum she 
eagerly swallowed.  The quickies where he would drive
around the block on the way to work, and pick her up for
a quick blowjob and fuck.  The time he let her into her
backdoor, which, until the time of her capture, she'd only
offered to him.

The Mistress steps back to admire her handiwork, just 
minutes away.  A steel pipe, about two inches in diameter,
is buried rather deeply in the woman's cunt.  The pipe is
very long, about twenty feet, and comes to an end at
a balcony which overlooks the entire room.  It is here that
the "other woman" stands, surveying the scene and 
smiling down on the woman who dared to fuck her husband.

The Mistress steps away as the clock chimes.  It is time.  
As if cued, the woman on the table begins begging for mercy.  
There is none to be found.

The other woman is joined on the balcony by a man carrying
something.  He hands it to the other woman.  She holds it
up for the adulteress to see.  It's a steel ball, slightly
smaller than the bore of the pipe.  She's holding it 
carefully with a pair of tongs.  To make the point, she
spits on the ball.  Her saliva immediately sizzles and
vaporizes away upon contact with the ball which has just 
come out of the furnace.  

As the other woman places the ball near the opening to the
pipe, the adulteress falls silent, too horrified to even
beg or plead, horrified beyond words, staring transfixed at
the ball.  In her mind she can already hear the sound the
white-hot ball will make, as it rolls down the pipe, getting 
louder and louder as it rumbles toward it's final destination 
in her womb.

The other woman opens her mouth and speaks two words.  Two
words which echo throughout the dungeonlike room.  Two words
which the adulteress will remember for the rest of her life.

"Fuck this."

Then she releases the ball into the pipe.



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She'll be left alone for a few days, to fully appreciate the
pain.  Then the terror will begin again, as the adulteress is
prepared to have her ass punished in the same manner.