A few minutes later as he stood and enjoyed her fear, he said "It's time to give you a nice little marking. It's only going to feel a little warm." He turned her over, her back now facing up as her hair hung down, barely short enough to avoid being singed. He began rubbing the lower area of her back and said, "Yes, this spot will do." He pulled the brand out and held it up high. He then pressed it down firmly onto the back and let the metal imprint her skin with the new marking, a cirle and the words, "Fucktoy." "Just relax, I need to leave it on for a few minutes to be sure it sticks." He said laughing.A few minutes later as he stood and enjoyed her fear, he said "It's time to give you a nice little marking. It's only going to feel a little warm." He turned her over, her back now facing up as her hair hung down, barely short enough to avoid being singed. He began rubbing the lower area of her back and said, "Yes, this spot will do." He pulled the brand out and held it up high. He then pressed it down firmly onto the back and let the metal imprint her skin with the new marking, a circle and the words inside reading, "Fucktoy." "Just relax, I need to leave it on for a few minutes to be sure it sticks." He said laughing.

She screamed a muffled scream in pain as her back was marked with the brand. Even if she was let go anyone who saw the mark would return her. Her breathing uneven as she struggles only managing to hurt herself and bring more pain as the brand was marking her. She closes her eyes trying to block it out but failing miserably.

He eventually takes it off and says, "This is good. Perfect." He set the brand  up against the wall and then came back to her. His hand went across her back giving the new mark a slap. "You feel that? Good." He picked up a bucket of water, and poured it on the fire, putting it out. Pulling the pole out of her mouth, and dropping it on the floor. He grabbed the other end, and carried her back downstairs to his basement. After pressing a button on the wall, a large metal table appeared in the middle of the room. He held her above the table and let her drop on her back. "Hmm, it's time to get you out of this mop outfit, and into a another." He ran his hand through her now dry hair, after being above the fire. "Stay still, Fucktoy." He said, as he began untying the ropes.

She groaned in pain as the brand was slapped. Her skin screaming in pain. As soon as the pole was out of her mouth she began to yell obsenitries at him. Calling him a bastard and such. Her ass being torn constantly because of the stick in it.

Looking down at the table, he watched her lay there helpless. He continued to untie the ropes releasing them from her side, but after such a short time of being free she was being tied back down to the table instead. After untying and retying her to the table, he gave them a tug to make sure she was very tightly held down and walk to the end of her. He wiggled the pole around a bit more, and pulled it slightly. Clearly just a tease that time, as he jammed it back in hard before actually pulling it out all the way. He walked over to his wall and put the stick back up and said, "It's time to make you pretty."

As soon as she was free she rubbed her wrists and groaned as she was quickly tied back down. She breathed a sigh of relief as he started to take the pole out. Then she screamed in pain as it was shoved back in farther than before. A decent bulge in her stomach. She whimpered as it was pulled out a tiny bit of blood dripping because her ass was torn. She looked confused when he came back over saying it was time to make her pretty.

He walked back over, and placed two shiny red heels on the table. Picking up her feet looking at them over, he rubbed them gently, then gave a little squeeze. "These will work.." He slid them onto her feet and gave them a pat. "Hmm, I think maybe we need to make sure you keep those on." He walked over to his wall and came back holding up an electric drill. He pressed the button a few times so she could hear it, and then walked back over to her. He held one of her feet up and said "Hold still," even though she was tied to the table he just wanted to send a message.  He stood watching her face.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the electric drill. her heart racing as she tried to think of what he was doing. She shakes her head whimpering and struggling a bit but stopped when he said to hold still.

He picks up a nail from his pocket, that he had grabbed while over at the wall. He pushes it against the bottom of one her heels and presses the drill against it lining it up and getting them into the right little slot. After getting it correctly he turns on the drill, and the nail starts to spin and pierce into her skin right through the shoe. After it went all the way in he turned the drill off, gently pressed on the nail to make sure it was in good, and set her foot back down after having been holding it up.

She cried out in pain as the nail pierced her skin and caused her immense pain as it was spun inside. "P-please! Stop!!" She begs weakly her eyes a bit dull. A sign she was giving up slowly.

"Shut up Fucktoy. Don't make me sew your mouth shut too." He enjoyed her cries too much to do that, but she didn't know that. He picked up her other foot, and got it lined with the drill and nail and said, "Now stay quiet." He pressed the button, and began to drill yet again deep into her foot, enough to keep it on. He finished and pressed the nail with his finger saying, "Yes...this will do." He then gave the bottom of each heel a hard slap, making sure the nails were still.

She bit her lip hard not wanting her lips sewed shut. Crying as the other was drilled into her. Tears falling and as soon as she finished she released her lip letting it bleed in her mouth. When he hit the bottom of the shoes she cried out whining

"All better." He walked over and untied the ropes. He walked back to his wall and came back putting a collar on her.  He pulled her legs and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. He carried her upstairs and out the front door. No houses around for
Miles, just a long road. He threw her body on the ground and said, "Stand up."

She whimpers and shakes her head knowing it'd be painful. "N-no..." She whispers tear streaked evident down her cheeks as she looked up at him with fear

He walks over and kicks her in the gut hard. "Get up fucktoy. Stand up on those pretty little feet. Show master how you walk." He then crouched down and whispered in her ear, "If you don't use those feet properly maybe I'll just saw them off..." He stands back up laughing as he watches her.

Her eyes widen and she whimpers. Slowly she stands up wincing and whining. "I-it hurts...." She whispers as tears fall.

"Start walking, fucktoy." He walks over and gives her a tiny push. "Master wants to see you pretty in those heels. Well? What are you waiting for?" He pulls out a long whip his pocket and lashes her hard across the back. "Start walking, now."