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. -------------------------- 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.