The next morning, as Sarah lay exhausted and humiliated on the dining room table, Mike, John, and Tom gathered around her. Mike spoke up, his voice cold and commanding.

"We have some new rules for you, whore. First, you will be naked at all times in this house. Your body belongs to us now, and we want it on display for our pleasure."

Sarah whimpered but nodded in submission. Mike continued, "At night, you will not be allowed to sleep. Instead, we will bind you to the window and subject you to new tortures each evening. We'll see how long you can last before you break."

A shiver ran through Sarah's body as she imagined the horrors that awaited her. Mike wasn't done yet. "Every morning, you will wake up and clean our cocks with your mouth, drinking down whatever cum we give you. And throughout the day, your ass will be filled with our piss. You'll carry the stench of us with you always."

With that, Mike shoved a spoon into Sarah's mouth, forcing her to taste the cum and urine that had accumulated inside her. She gagged but swallowed it down, tears streaming down her face.

The men laughed and patted her head as if rewarding a good dog. "That's our good little whore," John sneered. "Now get up and make us breakfast, cunt."

Sarah slowly climbed off the table, her body aching and her mind reeling. As she walked naked to the kitchen, she couldn't help but wonder how long she could endure this hellish existence. But deep down, she knew she had no choice. She belonged to these men now, to use and abuse as they saw fit.