"You're a mess," he commented, surveying her up and down. She felt a mess, with sauces, food, and other items turning into a sticky morass on her skin. Dazed and overwhelmed, she checked the clock and was shocked to see that it was only 5:30, and that the sun hadn't even begun to brighten the morning sky. "C'mon, we've got to get you cleaned up," he said, to which she brightened a bit. Her brief joy turned to suspicion, and then horror, as he pulled her not to the shower, but outside the doorwall, off the deck, and into the backyard. She was outside, in full view of the neighbors' houses, naked, covered in food, with a clothespin still attached to one of her tits! She frantically whipped her head around. So far, no lights shone in any of the windows. But any minute now the neighborhood would begin to awaken. And then they would see her in this humiliating position!

She yelped with surprise when the spray of ice cold water hit her, the splash momentarily blinding her. Jack waswas hosing her down! Like you'd clean off an animal! The strong stream of water sent icy blades knifing into her body, playing up and down her limbs before centering on her boobs, turning her nipples into rock hard icicles. At his command to spread her legs, she had no choice but to lay back and accept the stream of water as it blasted along her thighs before probing her anus and finally power-cleaning her cunt. She just wanted to be back in the house and away from any prying eyes. Oblivious, or possibly relishing her discomfort, Jack made her roll onto her hands and knees, and then used the water to invade her cunt and ass from behind. When she saw the bathroom light come on in the house behind them, she could only imagine the depraved scene they made, should that neighbor glance out their window. She, dripping wet, her tits hanging down, her hair a soaking wet mess, her ass and cunt perfectly positioned for the neighbor to see. And Jack, naked and sporting an impressive hard-on, spraying her ass with a coarse stream of water, which when played on her pussy caused her to buck and sway like a cow in heat. Finally, as another light flickered on, Jack relented and ordered her onto the deck. In the gathering dawn, with her kneeling obediently at his feet, he changed the sprayer to mist and forced her to swallow the water until she could swallow no more. Only then did he let her retreat to the safety of the house.

She was completely cowed and somewhat fearful when he led her back up the stairs to their bathroom. By now all that water was pressing firmly on her bladder, and protest was the last thing on her mind when he ordered her to take her place on the toilet. She felt no humiliation, only relief, as she peed steadily into the bowl. Even when Jack insisted that she stand and squat. Even when Jack peed and then had her clean his cock with her tongue. There were worse things than that, that was for sure.

The rest of their morning had proceeded normally, although Jack had forbade her to have breakfast or lunch, or to take a nap or sleep at all. He'd removed all the clothespins but left her nipples clamped, and would occasionally tug on the chain as he moved by. And he'd rewritten her instructions for the day, giving her a task so monumental, she doubted that she could finish it.

Which was why she sat incessantly yawning in front of the computer, her mind buzzing from lack of sleep, with images of sex acts flashing before her eyes. Jack had ordered her to download 1000 sex pictures from the Internet, with one strict rule: no duplicates. In fact, if he found any of the pictures were duplicates, she'd have to stay up all night and download another thousand. So not only did she have to find the pictures, she had to keep track of which ones she already had. And despite the lack of sleep, the hunger and the mental overstimulation, she found herself getting turned on. But Jack had strictly forbidden her from touching herself in any way. And she wasn't about to disobey him again today.

She was only 47 pictures away from her goal when Jack called her at 4:30 that afternoon. "Having fun?" he asked sarcastically. "I'll be home in an hour to inspect your work. Between now and then, I want you to open a bottle of wine and drink a big glass of it. Don't eat anything, though. I'll be bringing home something for you to eat, if you know what I mean." His laugh left no doubt as to what he meant.

An hour later, Kelli had finished her task, and had even double-checked her work for duplicates. The sleep deprivation, the sexual input and the wine had left her both very tired and very horny. She'd snuck a few swipes at her pussy while reviewing the pornographic pictures, but that had only enhanced her need. She didn't dare bring herself to orgasm; she had no doubt that Jack would discover her disobedience, and had no desire to go through the morning's events again.

At the sound of the garage opener, she scrambled atop the kitchen table, her nude ass pointed at the door. As Jack had ordered, she'd laid out a selection of dongs, vibrators and dildos on the table next to her. As his footsteps echoed in the kitchen, she quit trying to spot him from between her legs, and instead turned her attention to the chain dangling between her tits. The clamps had been on her nipples for over 12 hours now.

She had to bite hard on her lip to keep from yelping when he pushed a thick, knobby dong deep into her quivering pussy. And she failed in her attempt to quell her cry when he twisted another thick dong into her tight asshole. She accepted the third dong in her mouth as dociley as possible, knowing that any reaction might give him incentive to torment her even more. He kept her kneeling that way for over 20 minutes, feeling like an obscene porcupine but unable to do a single thing about it.

"What are you, some kind of masturbating slut?" Jack barked at her as he returned to the kitchen. "Take that ridiculous stuff out and put it back on the table. You'll get to use one, just one, of those when we return tonight. But you have to pick which one now."

When they returned? From where? Kelli could tell by the tone of his voice that it was some kind of trick question. The trouble was, she couldn't tell what the trick was. She could go for a big one, especially if he was going to keep her on the edge all night. But if she was sore tonight, then a big one would just make it worse. A small one seemed to be the safest bet. She chose a small dildo, about five inches, and not much bigger around than her thumb. She hoped it would be enough to do the job, whatever it might be.