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Just a visit to the beach …
This story is a complete work of fiction. It has been written by a real life Master and slave couple. The structure is intended to reflect the alternate dom and sub view on an interesting scenario as our heroine, Ev, is introduced to slavery …Enjoy, and please let us know what you thought.
PART 3
Master (7) …
Although Ev was now becoming more conditioned by the minute to being my slave, I could still see the indignation on her face as she stood facing me, naked save for her bondage. I could sense her thinking ‘I’m outside … okay I’m round the back of a small, seedy sex shop … but I’m still outside and he’s got me naked …’
I had a T shirt on with my beach shorts and track shoes. I knew that my being clothed would highlight Ev’s nakedness in her own mind even more. The thought caused my cock to throb.
As she moved in front of me I could see the reddish tint to her pert ass cheeks from the spanking she had just received. My cock throbbed even more!
Ev had come a long way in a short time. Only a couple of hours ago she had headed down to the beach with the single thought of getting some sun. Now she had lost her virginity, been tied in very restrictive bondage and made to walk with stones in her shoes. Delightful!
When she had stopped to ask the jogger the time, my plan to maximise her humiliation had almost backfired as, despite my rough treatment of Ev, I relished having her as my slut and felt a pang of genuine jealousy as she talked with him.
Watching her walk over the beach knowing that she was moving the way I had decreed with the chain and spider had been really cool. Finding out that she was almost climaxing as she walked across the sand, despite her pain, just confirmed that Ev was a natural slave.
“Master, may I say something?”
“Yes slut, speak.”
“Did master pick up his slave’s shoes?”
It seemed a crazy question for Ev to ask given all she had been through combined with her current predicament.
“Yes, slut I did.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Come on slut,” picking up the bag with her shoes and clothes and my sweat top in, I pushed her hard in the back towards the rear entrance of the shop.
“Knock on the door,” I ordered.
She hesitated for a moment and then did as I had asked. Her knock was quiet and so I had to command her to repeat it before the door opened slightly. Once the person on the other side saw it was me the door opened wider and we were ushered inside.
“Hey, Simon, pal, how are you? And who is this?”
John, my sex shop owning mate, was eying Ev up and down.
“It’s a while since you brought me anybody, and a long time since we had one as stunning as this. And she’s Asian as well … gorgeous.”
Ev turned to look at me, “Master?” she said inquisitively.
“He is my friend, and so slut will do for him whatever I ask. Understand?”
I could see that she was very uncomfortable with this situation but accepted it none the less, nodding her agreement.
“Speak slut, tell me how grateful you are for being allowed to serve Master’s friends. I have a reputation to uphold and by opening this cunt …” I gripped her hair and twisted cruelly, “… to my friend, I trust it to service him well.”
“Ouch!” She cried. Ev’s hair and scalp obviously hurt as I twisted even harder and forced her to her knees.
“Kiss his cock slut!”
Looking pleased with the opportunity John stood before the prostrate Ev and presented his groin. I watched as my slave, Evelyn Wang, naturally assumed the Nadu position, which pleased me, and leaned her head forward. I saw her eyes close.
”Slut, open my eyes and look at him whilst you follow my orders.”
She opened her eyes and moved her mouth to the denim covered outline of John’s hardening cock. He placed his hand in her hair and gripped her flowing locks tight again as she looked up at him with large, pleading eyes. I smiled thinking how much her head must now hurt from having her hair pulled.
She moved her lips along his length and then deliciously kissed the burgeoning tip.
“Fuck yeah. Si, it’s good to see you too.”
I bade slut to stand as John released his grip on her hair. I trusted that being forced to kiss the outline of his penis had made Ev feel even more humiliated. I certainly hoped so.
“I need to leave slut’s car parked round the back until Sunday Jonno,” I remarked.
“Sure thing buddy, no problem. Gee you got a whole weekend with this? She’s sure gonna suffer I’ll bet.”
I laughed at how his flippant remark had just confirmed Ev’s worst thoughts.
“Listen bud,” I said, “this slut is special, and so I want her marked now before I get her back to my place. Can you help?”
“Hey, sure – payment terms as normal?”
I nodded.
“Listen, it’s nearly 5pm and so I’ll go close the shop and be right with you.” John disappeared through the room’s internal door and back into the shop.
Ev looked at me. “Master, may your slut speak?”
“Go ahead,” I consented knowing full well what was on her mind.
”How will your slave be marked, Master?”
“Don’t know yet slut, maybe piercings, we’ll see.”
“And what are the normal payment terms Master?”
I laughed. “You’ll have to use your imagination until the time comes slut.”
John returned.
“Okay buddy what’s it to be?”
I look Ev up and down and paused to ponder, making sure I took my time and making her wait time as agonising as I could.
“Let’s get this lot off first. Legs apart and hands up behind your head,” I barked out my order. Ev obeyed instantly.
“Impressive pal,” Jonno observed as he looked lecherously at Ev’s bondaged pussy between her spread legs and her thrust out perky breasts.
I released the padlock and unwound the chain. This action caused no little pain to Ev as the chain imprints came into view. I saw her biting her bottom lip trying not to cry as I unhooked the bungee spider and peeled the legs out from between her soaking pussy lips and released her waist.
Ev really did look stark naked now.
“Keep your position,” I ordered knowing what was coming. I watched as Ev felt the blood return to her body parts that had been secured and she cried out in pain, collapsing to her knees.
“I love that part,” Jonno laughed, “but she didn’t keep her position, so maybe a whipping later?” He raised his eyebrow and I smiled. Ev was now performing for both of us and she clearly was not happy but dare not show it.
“Show your sluttish gratitude cunt,” I ordered, “kiss my friend, on the lips this time.”
“Master please … don’t make me …”
I looked harshly at her.
“Yes Master.”
Ev moved slowly to John and placed her mouth on his. I could see his hard on pushing against the denim of his jeans as her kiss became deep and meaningful. She was a good slut – I would pierce her I think.
“Okay enough,” I said pulling Ev away from John by her hair. She yelped delightfully and reached up to rub at the point where I had gripped her.
“Jonno, get the piercing gun gear, I want my pussy pierced.”
“Oh please Master, no, I couldn’t stand it not on my pussy.”
“Slut, you are the pussy to which I refer, I am not going to pierce you there, I will only pierce your ears again.” She looked relieved.
“And don’t forget you are not ‘I’ now … and your pussy is my pussy, so if I wanted to pierce you there I would!”
“… I …slut is sorry Master.”
“You will be punished later.”
Ev cast her eyes downwards.
“Sit, cunt, in that chair.” I pointed to an old padded chair. Ev, head bowed, walked slowly over to it and sat down. The old chair was representative of the entire surrounding and I saw Ev glance at the bare, cold brick walls and the stark stone floor. There were no windows and I smiled as I saw Ev swallow hard realising, I guess, that anything could happen to her in here.
She sat gingerly down. The blood in her body would still not be flowing freely yet. I used some Velcro strips to confine her wrists to the arms of the chair. She looked at me with surprise.
“Just to make sure you don’t jerk at the wrong time and spoil the piercing, slut.”
Jonno brought the piercing gun and approached my slut. He moved towards her head and ogled her naked flesh at the same time. Reaching to her left ear first he captured her upper lobe skin and slipped the piercing needle smoothly through. He then completed his task on her other ear.
“Good work Jonno,” I commented.
”I brought these for her Si,” he held up a pair of hoops, slightly smaller than her current pair with a letter ‘S’ hanging from them.
“Excellent bud,” I said, “’S’ for ‘Simon’, ‘Slut’ or ‘Slave’ …”
“Or ‘Sex toy’,” laughed Jonno.
Ev gave a small smile and seemed to be more relaxed, I imagine because her experience in this seedy little shop had not been a painful one so far, save for the agony of having the spider removed and the fact that she was butt naked of course. She knew that a second piercing was common among girls her age, and she could always remove the dangling S and replace the ring with a stud or even leave it open when visiting her parents.
“Master?”
“Yes, cunt.”
“May your slave speak?”
I nodded.
“Can we leave now Master, I want to do things for you …?”
I moved to my slave and taking her hair once again in my hands I twisted until she screamed out.
“Master, please don’t …” she cried with tears in her eyes.
“Listen, slut, don’t you show disrespect for my friends and I like you just have ever again.”
“But Master, I only wanted to …”
“Shut up, slut. Jonno fetch the nipple piercing instrument.”
“You got it pal,” Jonno responded immediately.
“What?” cried Ev,” no Master, no way…” and she struggled to get out of the chair.
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do cunt. When will you learn?” I reached down her body and twisted her already erect nipples hard and painfully into a state of enhanced prominence.
I gripped her hair tighter and bent her head back. Jonno approached and took the opportunity to fondle Ev’s breasts until, I noticed, his hard on was raging. She struggled like mad, making our task difficult.
“Please, Master, not my nipples, don’t let him, please how will I explain pierced nipples to Rika or,” and she paused in horror as the thought sunk in, “my parents …”
“Who gives a fuck about your parents or Rika? You are my slut, not them, although perhaps, if Rika is half as tasty as slut is, I might make her my slave as well so that you two can both serve me ... together!”
I paused momentarily reflecting on the pleasing image of Ev and her room mate writhing naked together in chains on my bed. Delightful!
“But Master, please, no!” Slut’s whining brought me back to reality.
“Slave, be quiet!” I had lost patience now and moved to her side and slapped her hard across the face with my open palm. It was something I did not do often and something that I was not proud of. But she was really pissing me off!
“Ouchhhhh!...” she yelled and looked at me directly. “You bastard! Let me out of here. Fuck you!”
I was shocked to hear her speak so, although slut was now silently rubbing her cheek.
“Pass me a pair of hand clamps, Jonno,” I asked. He did.
“Open up your mouth Ev and stick out your sassy tongue.”
Ev, shocked at both the harshness of my slap and the fact that she had dared to call me a bastard, was still a little stunned and she did as ordered. As soon as I saw her pink tongue emerge I moved swiftly and clamped it hard between the two flat ends of the hand held instrument and pulled her head away from the chair.
“Nnghhhhhh!” she uttered unintelligibly. I guessed that slut meant to say ‘No!’
“Jonno come here and pierce her tongue.”
Ev’s eyes went wild with fear. Her breathing was raspy and her fear was evident.
“Nnghhhh!!” she tried to scream and she bucked in an attempt to throw me off. I pinched her tongue harder and extra tears rolled down her cheeks.
Jonno place the tongue piercing implement like a staple gun with her tongue in between the needle and the base. He squeezed the trigger and smoothly holed Ev’s tongue.
“Fkkkggg Bstddds!” she uttered. I knew what she meant!
“John fetch me a tongue stud with both a standard fastening and one with a four foot thin chain attached.”
“You’re the boss,” Jonno skipped off to fulfil my request.
Ev was blubbering now at the thoughts of what I had done to her and the sense of what I might be about to do. She was breathing in deep gasps, mixed with sobs.
Jonno was back in an instant with the required stud and fasteners, and some cuffs. Damn, if the guy could not read my mind! I watched, keeping Ev securely clamped, as he fastened the stud in place. A nice shiny top stud and a fastener with a chain attached to it. I released the clamp but not before I had started to pull on the chain.
“Nnnnnnggg, plssssss.” Ev could still not speak clearly as I pulled harder and forced her to follow me just as dog would follow its Master.
“Hey slut you’re my bitch now,” I laughed. I released her wrists and before she could do anything, Jonno grabbed her wrists and cuffed them behind her back.
I started to lower the chain towards the cold, stone floor making Ev, of course, lower her body to the ground.
As I lowered her I wrapped the chain around my fist until I had her cheek resting on the floor, her exposed tongue almost lapping up dust and, more significantly, her ass cheeks raised high in the air.
“Okay Jonno, payment time.”
Ev looked at me out of the corner of her tear filled eyes.
“Her ass is yours pal.”
Jonno looked extremely happy.
“What, really?” he questioned disbelievingly.
“Yes bud, all yours.” I hadn’t had her virgin ass yet but I felt that Ev would be even more humiliated by the fact that I had given her to a complete stranger for him to take her anal virginity. By the look of complete horror in her eyes I was right.
Jonno moved behind Ev, spread her thighs and positioned himself appropriately.
“Fuck me, Si, she’s juicing some down here.”
“Well use it to lubricate her then,” I laughed.
“Good plan bud.” I could see Jonno place two fingers in Ev’s pussy and start to smear her pussy juice around her sweet anal rose. Ev mewed her discomfort.
“Pllsss, dnnnt!”
After a short period of his ministration, and much to Ev’s embarrassment, her backside began to writhe deliciously. Jonno placed his cock at the entrance to her ass and pushed. Ev groaned. He liked it this way and was expert at making sure that all the recipients of his ass fuck received him to the full!
He shoved some more, pausing from time to time, to ensure that Ev was settled around his shaft. Then he felt her sphincter and he pushed through the final muscle with one almighty thrust impaling poor Ev entirely on his hard cock.
She cried out and tried to raise herself up but I pulled the chain harder and that kept her in position. Jonno fucked her ass thrusting time after time rocking Ev’s body backwards and forwards on the cold stone floor. She was getting royally fucked and I have to say this scene was sending my own hard on into overdrive.
Jonno was fucking her faster now as his own climax built up to a crescendo, and then he was there.
”Ohhhhhhhhhhh, yesssssssss!” His orgasm was signalled with several well aimed slaps down onto the peach like shape of Ev’s exposed buttocks. She screamed again, the slaps making her humiliation complete. Then she went rigid as Jonno poured his seed deep into her Ass.
“Fuckkk yeah,” he cried out, his conquest complete. Thrust upon thrust ensured that my slut took the full load of Jonno’s sperm into her body, until finally he came to rest slumped over slave’s back.
“Fuck me Si that was great.
I looked down upon my cunt.”
She looked beautiful. Evelyn Wang, 21 year old student, pierced and freshly fucked in the ass – stunning!
“Oh man, she’s one hot chick,” exclaimed John as he fastened his cock away inside his jeans. “I could ream her forever. You really gotta go?”
“We should be away John … really.”
“Listen man, I got Stacy coming round in 10 minutes.”
My eyebrows raised, I was interested – Stacy was one great looking girl.
“Go on …” I said.
“Well, you might remember earlier that your little cunt here referred to herself as ‘I’ … and she failed to keep her standing position when you took that bondage gear off.”
Ev looked at me from her still prostrate position. She looked scared.
”Indeed she did,” I agreed.
“So let’s get her into my dungeon, get the bullwhips out and you, me and Stace give her a good flogging. What d’ya say old buddy? It’ll be great…”
I thought carefully, Stace was a tasty broad and it sure would be good to see her whipping my slut. Plus the fact that the worthless cunt would be thoroughly humiliated by being whipped, and maybe even fucked, not just by me, who she had only known a few hours, but by a total stranger and his gorgeous blonde girlfriend.
“Come on pal,” cajoled Jonno, “I will get the best lay ever after you’ve gone if we go for it.”
I looked at Ev. Her eyes were pleading ‘No Master, please don’t,’ and she was making mewing sounds of pain and humiliation. So despite Ev having been pushed to her limits in the past hour, I agreed to let her be whipped.
“Ok Jonno you’ve got it.”
I lifted the chain upwards raising Ev off the floor. She got unsteadily to her feet and it was then that I noticed streams of Jonno’s spunk running down her thighs. Nice!
“Reach me the normal stud fastener please Jonno,” I asked. I swapped the normal fastener for the chain fastener, making sure I secured that one in my bag. Ev was free from the chain but still trapped in the desolate room with nowhere to go.
“Pleath, Mather, “Ev could speak again, but the stud caused her sounds to slur. “Don’t whip me pleath, you’ve done enough…”
“Slut, what happens to your useless body is up to me. When we get home I will make you belly crawl across sharp stones just to suck my cock you fucking useless cunt. But for now you will be whipped and no doubt fucked, so shut up.”
Ev burst into a crying sob. This, I knew, would be hard for her to take.
A loud bell ring sounded from the front of the shop.
“Hey, Stacy’s here, I’ll let her in. Come on Si old pal, you know where the manacles and ropes are, so get your cunt strung up and I’ll fetch the leg spreaders and whips.”
I reached out and grabbed slut by the arm,
“Come on slave,” Ev struggled in vain against my dragging her to her fate as she yelled,
“Nooooooooooooooooooooo!”
Slut (7) …
“Nooooooooooooooooooooo!”
What have I done! I only meant to flirt with him, to play with him and feel frisky. Now I was naked, cuffed, raped, tongue pierced, and with no hope of escape, trapped for at least two days. I had been caught by his charm and the potential excitement of our situation down at the boat house – now I was suffering and regretted my compliance immensely.
My tongue, it hurt so badly and how would I ever hide the stud? And that awful chain! I was totally horrified and being treated like an animal. The moment I was free, I would take out the stud and if my tongue was still swollen, I would just tell my friends and parents that I had accidentally bit it.
I decided I would play along and be more submissive in order to avoid further punishment and pain… although I am not sure that my submissiveness to a lesser or greater degree would make any difference to what Simon, John and his bitch had in store for me.
As John went to get his girlfriend, Master took me by the arm with my wrists still cuffed behind my back, led me down a dark hallway and into a side room. He said nothing and I dare not speak. The silence just highlighted the terrifying feeling of suspense that so engulfed me.
He flicked on the light and I must have gasped. It was like a bondage torture chamber. There were chains and whips and all sorts of stuff and the smell of leather was strong.
He led me towards one of the cold, stark dusty brick walls, and when we stopped some 3 or 4 metres away he turned me to face the bare brick giving my bottom a harsh spank as he moved to my rear.
“Ouch, pleath Mather, have merthy …” I whined.
He just laughed softly.
“Pleath let me go. I won’t tell anyone,” I lisped quietly. I was sobbing and tears ran wet down the same cheek trails that the previous, now dry, tears had left.
I felt my arms; wrists still cuffed together, gripped by Simon’s strong hands, stretched high behind my body and heard the click as the ring fastener on the cuffs was clipped to a large, thick-linked hanging chain connected to a pulley in the ceiling, which in turn was fastened to a turning lever on the wall.
“Oooooouuuchhhhhhhh!!!”
This action forced me into a position that made me bend forward with my upper body parallel to the ground and my arms pulled high and straight behind me. It was agony. It also meant that any turn of the handle would stretch me even more over the pulley.
“Fuck, Mather … thith hurths, pleath don’t …”
Master moved to me. I felt his hands roam over my ass, my naked, exposed and abused ass. Pressing his hardened groin into me the bastard thrust his solid erection, covered only by the thin fabric of his shorts, against my skin.
“We are going to have so much fun slut,” he mocked, speaking for the first time in what seemed an age.
“Pleath Mather let uth leave now, I will do anything, anything at all for you, just ...pleath, pleath don’t hurt me. What do you want, what have I done?” I heard myself almost begging for mercy.
“Shut it cunt,” came the stinging reply, “…you will be our whore and our toy for as long as we want you to be.”
I shook my head frantically from side to side in a panic.
“Oh fuck Mather … I can’t … I won’t be able … I have never been whipped or anything before …” I really was begging now but then I was beside myself with gut-wrenching fear.
My pathetic pleas continued until I felt my long hair bunched into a pony tail and pulled hard. I saw Master take a piece of thick, new, white rope and felt him wind it tightly around the start point of the bunch. I then felt him take the single white strand and plat it with my own hair making my release from the rope impossible.
I thought, somewhat bizarrely given my situation, how good Master was at platting hair – for a male. As the plat grew the more my head was pulled up and back and my neck painfully stretched.
Once Master had finished platting me the remaining end of the rope was secured to the ring fastener on my wrist cuffs. I knew this because I could feel it not because I could see it. In fact I could do almost nothing but look straight ahead so tightly was my body being secured.
The fastening of my hair rope to the wrist cuff and therefore the pulley chain was well thought through, and I could see clearly that it meant if the handle on the wall was cranked both my arms and my neck would be agonisingly stretched. The thought scared me and the feeling of terrified apprehension in my stomach was unbearable.
Master hadn’t finished yet. He moved behind me once again and caressed my ass.
I expected to feel his cock or his fingers penetrate me, but instead my legs were kicked apart, about 4 feet, making me very unsteady and putting most of my weight onto my arms and head via the rope ties.
“Pleath, why are you doing thith to me? Take me home and you can fuck me all night, but pleath take me away from here, Mather!” I begged.
Again, he said nothing. He just walked to one of the cupboards which was in my eyeline. I twisted my head the little I could to see what was happening, and saw him take out a large, round, black ring, like a donut, and straps.
“Open up, slut,” he ordered. I didn’t move, too scared to even react. He reached down and twisted my nipple until I cried out in pain. At that moment, he shoved the ring into my mouth, behind my teeth, and strapped the gag to my head.
“I am so angry right now, slut that I can barely speak. You have disobeyed countless times in the past few minutes, to say nothing of your earlier infractions. I told you not to speak unless spoken to, and not to use the words ‘I’ or ‘me’ and you have used nothing but those pronouns. You are either totally stupid or begging to be punished. Either way, you will pay for your actions.”
He walked back to the same cupboard and from a different shelf he grabbed a metal bar of some sort, with cuffs on each end. It was collapsible and as he returned to me, he was sliding the bar back in and out. He knelt and attached the ends of the bar to my ankles, and then pulled them outward, stretching my legs apart until I thought I would split in half.
He walked to the side wall and cranked the chain handle once again and my arms, and my head and neck were forced back so that my ring-gagged mouth was facing straight out. The position made me the perfect height for a mouth fuck … I knew that was no co-incidence.
I tried to object, to shout ‘no, no, please,’ but nothing intelligible came out. Soon I was secured in extremely tight bondage a few metres from the wall, facing the brick with my ass facing the centre of the room and totally open to any punishments Simon and his friends wanted to inflict.
I was now utterly helpless and I groaned as once more the handle on the wall was turned. The pulley pulled the chain tighter. My arms were being pulled even further, which resulted in my back arching and my ass being raised in a very provocative manner. My shoulders were squeezed together and my breasts were thrust out as far as they could be given my situation.
However, worst of all was the fact that my neck was stretched upwards leaving me in a very painful position and my permanently open oral passage accessible at groin level to Master and whoever or whatever else he wanted to give access into me to. I was totally bound and largely immovable. I would suffer anything their whims decided and I could do nothing about it.
Moving in front of me Master looked down and into my eyes with a cruel smile. I glanced back at him still begging through my gaze for some sort of mercy and from the corner of my restricted view I saw the room door open and in walked John and his beautiful blond … Stacy I presume.
For some reason, I was now more humiliated than ever before. It was one thing to be naked and controlled by two men, but now a woman, and gorgeous with it, was staring at me with a wide smile.
I hated her immediately and I detested her Southern State drawl when she spoke.
“Oh, like wow Jonno, what a gorgeous bitch she is. Can I play too?”
She sounded stupidly vague but none-the-less I was sure could be very dangerous.
“Hey Si,” I heard Jonno remark, “You have done a great job on the slut, I’ll bet she can’t move an inch.”
‘Too fucking right there Jonno,’ I thought to myself.
“Oh look,” the stupid blond said moving to my ass, she’s shaved … how lovely. Did you guys do this?”
“No Stace,” I heard Master say, “it was all her own work.”
“What a slut!”
I was getting more humiliated by the second, and when Stacy touched the sensitive, wet slit of my pussy I jumped as far as my binds would allow.
“Ooooooooh, nice,” the stupid bitch of a girl said as she slipped a finger inside me. I could feel it wriggling in my cunt, slipping, sliding, circling making me feel good … oh so good.
“Look at her writhe,” Jonno said.
“Just needs a girl’s touch to get a response like this,” bragged Stacy as she slipped another finger inside me. I wanted to cry out but couldn’t. I had never been touched by another girl before. In fact my only bisexual experience at all involved a little flirtatious kissing on a slightly drunken evening.
This was different … this was desperately humiliating.
By the time Stacy had finished I was on the edge of a powerful climax. She realised my orgasm ready state and expertly ceased her fingering of me just in time. As she came around to my front and knelt to face me I was shaking with fear and lust.
“Enjoy that, whore?”
I couldn’t reply.
“Well did you?” she reached out and twisted my right nipple hard … very hard.
I nodded, thinking that was the best reply I could give just as she placed the 2 fingers that were covered in my juices inside her mouth and sucked them dry.
“Mmmmmm, lovely,” she mocked, and I could sense that this beautiful babe was going to help make my immediate future as painful as she possibly could.
Master (8) …
I had to say that I was pleased with how slut was secured. Poor Ev was pretty much immobile with her mouth, ass and pussy available to us whenever and however we wanted.
She had pissed me off by being disrespectful to John and by constantly using the terms ‘I’ and ‘me’ and now I had positioned her to feel my wrath. As I looked down at Ev I had to admit to feeling proud of her. She looked beautiful bound, stretched and waiting to feel the pain and pleasure of my desire. However, I was also looking forward to getting her home and having her all to myself.
Jonno’s girlfriend Stacy had arrived. Gorgeous and blond she appeared like a sexual vision as John led her into the room. Her golden hair hung provocatively loose as far as her shoulder blades and she wore a skimpy white vest, through which I couldn’t help but notice her pierced, erect nipples The top cut off well before her tight, faded denim jeans started thus revealing many inches of flat, tanned stomach flesh.
I had known Stacy for many months, ever since Jonno met her, and she was a great girl. Always up for fun and happy, herself, to be dominated whenever the feeling took her. But for now I watched, mesmerised, as Stacy fingered my slut, my Ev and brought as near as she could to orgasm, frustratingly letting her down before Ev’s juices could really begin to flow. Then my cock almost exploded as Stacy walked around to slut’s front and sucked her wet fingers dry. This was going to be some evening I could tell.
“Hi Si,” Stacy drawled in her seductive tones,”your slut’s beautiful, aren’t you bitch?”
I saw Ev glance up at Stacy, moving her angry and humiliated eyes as far as the bondage would allow and glaring at the blond girl.
“Si, love the ring gag, what we gonna with that?”
”All yours Jonno,” I said obligingly, “if Stacy doesn’t mind.”
“Be my guest lover,” she consented,”I’m gonna fuck her myself somehow before long.”
I noticed a shudder in slut’s shoulders when she heard Stacy’s last statement.
I saw Jonno move to the wall and I shuddered as he turned the handle once more. My poor slave’s arms and neck were stretched more than she, I am sure, had ever imagined, and beyond the belief of what she thought possible. Every muscle and every joint in her gorgeously abused body must have cried out for relief.
I moved to a position resting against the wall that Ev faced so that I could see the action. I had a great view of my cunt’s face watching in terror as John approached her. Apparently not satisfied with my considerable efforts he held more rope in his hands, which he used to bind tightly around slut’s elbows. This forced her arms further together in a manner that really must have been unbearable. She could not move a muscle and, though was unable to speak, other than in brief unintelligible muffles, Ev could indeed see and feel everything, which was enough to induce the fear I now saw in her eyes.
Having secured her arms even tighter Jonno returned to Ev’s face. Her mouth was accurately positioned at groin level so she had a fine view of my buddy as he wound down his zipper and flipped out his erect cock. Her eyes opened wide.
“Nnghhhhh!” she cried, “Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” any attempt at forming an actual word was pointless and so slut just closed her eyes.
There was no need for any encouragement on his part to make her open her mouth, nor any fear of her using her teeth. Slut’s throat had become a hole to be screwed.
I moved to my slut’s rear and crashed my flat palm hard down on her ass.
“Yeaaaggghhhhhhhh!” she cried.
“Open your fucking eyes cunt and watch him fuck you!”
I moved to look at her face. Her lovely brown Asian eyes were indeed now wide open. Good slut.
He inserted his stiff penis into the wide opening. It rubbed against the padded sides for the first few inches until it passed through to the inside of her warm oral cavern. He continued to push until I could tell that he had reached the back of Ev’s throat as he caused her to gag.
Then he began to fuck her mouth. First he was gentle and slow, but he soon became more vigorous and he gripped Ev’s hair painfully as his strokes became hard and fast.
My cock was bulging as Stacy moved to me and ran her fingers along its length. I breathed in deeply, looked into the lovely features of Jonno’s girl and responded as her lips touched mine. As I kissed Stace I kept one eye on Jonno as he fucked Ev hard.
“Take me bitch,” I heard him say as he slammed home his tool. Faster and faster he rode until the inevitable happened. His back arched and he groaned long and loud. Even though his entire shaft had disappeared into Ev’s mouth and I could not see any of him, I guessed by his state that he had spilled his seed into her throat.
My slut gagged, but she could do nothing. John’s groin thrust rapidly sending shot after shot of thick semen into Ev’s throat until he finally came to rest. His panting body moved away from her as he released her hair and left a thick line of cum connecting his cock to slut’s mouth. As he pulled away it broke leaving a trace of pale white seed hanging delightfully from her chin.
“Fuck yeah man that was some blow job!”
“Hardly a blow job Jonny boy,” Stacy commented, “You just fucked her mouth. This would be a better blow job.”
I laughed as Stacy slid down his body and took his semi erect cock into her mouth and slowly cleaned him of residual sperm and slut juice. He had to lean back against the brick as Stacy almost brought his spent cock immediately back to life. Almost but not quite, whereas mine was fit to burst.
I looked back at Ev. She stared at the brick wall and I could see her tear filled eyes ready to spill over. But the evening was still young and there would be time to spill many more tears yet. So whilst Jonno and Stacy were lost in their coupling I picked up one of my friend’s piercing guns and approached Ev’s front.
As I moved to her breasts she guessed my intention.
Ev could not move at all, but she emitted a muffled groan as the device I had picked up was placed over her erect left nipple and a sharp single needle pierced her. Moving away from my first effort I moved to the sobbing Ev’s other breast. Soon both nipples were sporting a small clean hole.
I then moved away, put down the machine and, picking up some small metal blocks connected to a fine chain, I returned to my slave. Ev could not move her neck to look down, so she could not see the 3 pound weights at the end of a small strong, yet delicate, chain.
However, she certainly felt them, as I fastened first one then the other weight onto her nipples by inserting the chains into the pierced holes. She groaned anew as her breasts now stretched in an entirely new direction, with the weights pulling towards the floor. I smiled at Ev’s heightened state of captivity.
“Hey guys I have an idea.”
Both Jonno and I watched as Stacy unfastened her jeans and pulled them down her long legs. She kicked them off and stood facing us wearing nothing but her small vest and the briefest black lace thong.
I was very pleasantly intrigued as Stacy then peeled the black thong away from her moist slit, dispensed with the skimpy garment and faced us with a naked, shaved pussy.
“What’s your thought baby?” asked Jonno.
“Watch me lover.”
I could hardly take my eyes off Stace but I also glanced at Ev as she watched what the blond girl was up to, and I saw her eyes widen when she saw Stacy’s pierced labia sporting a small gold ring. Stacy clearly knew John’s house well, including this room, because she moved to a drawer and took out a large, rubber flesh coloured dildo. Turning to the wall faced by Ev she fastened the base of the phallus between two metal runners on the wall. This meant that the dildo could be made to protrude from the wall at almost any height, and secured at the appropriate level by the runners.
Stacy fastened it at a height just right for her and moving backwards towards the wall whilst fingering her already wet pussy she backed onto the dildo.
“Fucking ace Stace,” Jonno said as his girlfriend closed her eyes, started to fondle her tits and sank back onto the upturned cock. Stacy’s groin was about 2 feet away from Ev’s face so my slut had a bird’s eye view of all the action.
Stacy looked both Jonno and then me straight in the eye, "Would you like to watch me fuck myself?" She whispered softly.
"Oh, shit Stace yeah", I replied.
I watched as Stacy reached down between her legs. She gripped the dildo by the shaft with the plastic cock-head just touching her glistening labia. She started to move slowly up and down, hesitating every now and then to massage her clit. Slowly she worked the dildo’s length into her body, easing herself backwards and leaning forward until it sunk deeply into her cunt.
I needed to fuck Ev. I couldn’t help myself, my cock was bursting.
Stacy raised her right leg and then lowered herself even further now totally impaled by the phallus. I was standing a few feet away from Stacy but I could smell the heady musk from her juiced up pussy and couldn't stand it any longer - I had to screw my slut.
“Do you want me slave?” I asked directing my request to Ev – she would get me anyway but I wanted to see her response.
Ev nodded as best as she could. She was a good slut.
Moving to the rear of her bondaged body I reached out for the firm cheeks of her ass; prising them open to reveal her tight, little anus and gently kissed it. I eased her cheeks apart and applied my tongue to the back of her cunt, lapping at my slut’s juices whilst glancing up at Stacy as she thrust herself back and forth on the plastic cock.
I heard Stacy call out for Jonno and as I licked at Ev’s pussy I saw my buddy move to his girl and, as she leaned forward to accommodate the dildo, she pulled him into her and they kissed.
Ev was watching them and I could see her pussy getting more juiced as my tongue worked hard at her. I stood up and let my finger take over from my tongue in keeping slut wet, and slipped off my shorts with my other hand.
"Give me more!" I heard Stacy gasp; now earnestly fucking the dildo as Jonno let his hands roam over his girl’s firm breasts.
I slapped my open palm hard down on slut’s ass and she yelped.
“Fccccck Mstrrrrrrrr!”
I looked up at Jonno and Stacy and she was now gyrating wildly, clearly on the verge of an orgasm. That was it … I had to fuck!
I gripped Ev’s hips and thrust hard and easily into her juice soaked pussy.
“Eeeoooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!” she cried beautifully.
I fucked her hard and I fucked her rough, occasionally cruelly slapping her ass cheeks to heighten my sensation. This was all about me and my pleasure not about slut but we were both so stoked that it took only a dozen or so well timed strokes before I felt her pussy tighten around my cock.
“Yesssssssssssssssssssss!” Stacy yelled her way to her own climax, which triggered mine and I pumped my groin repeatedly into Ev’s cunt as I emptied my sperm into her. The feeling of me cumming must have started my slave as she too exploded into a seemingly powerful orgasm.
The room was one solid climax as Stacy, cunt and I came gloriously. Jonno of course had just emptied his balls into Ev’s mouth. There was an overpowering smell of sex. Delicious!
I pulled out of slut’s cunt dripping my cum down her thighs and looked up to see Stacy still impaled fully on the wall dildo, bent forward with her long hair hanging low covering her lovely face. Jonno stared at her perspiring body with a silly smile on his face.
Slowly and with a groan Stacy eased herself off the phallus leaving it slick and shiny with her juices.
“Great idea Stace,” Jonno said, “I’ve never seen such a mass climax, shame mine was earlier.”
“No lover, that’s was just the means to the end,” Stacy replied.
“Huh?” I said, “Waddya mean Stace?”
“Well I presume you guys were going to give your slut here a whipping of some sort?”
I nodded and noticed a movement in Ev’s shoulders as the Stacy’s words registered with my slut through the haze of her post orgasmic state.
“So let’s get her set up with her ass in the air and get her mouth with the ring gag fastened onto the wall dildo. It’s covered in my pussy juice and it will be so sexy knowing that as we beat her she will be sucking my cum into her throat.”
“Nnngggggggghhhhhhhhh!” protested slut ineffectively.
“Great idea Stace,” I commended her. I moved to slut and despite her muffled protests I pushed her a few feet until her face was at the head of the dildo. At my signal Jonno released the handle a notch to allow her position to change whilst keeping the pressure on her neck and arms at the same level.
I could smell the juice from Stacy as I inserted the phallus into Ev’s ring gag enjoying her mews of despair. By the time the long, wet shaft had disappeared into slut’s mouth she was gagging. I imagined how humiliating this must be for Ev, and how far down her throat the plastic cock must be - my spent cock began to stir again.
“You’ll get used to it slave,” I mocked. Tears streamed down her face.
“Okay boys, shall we whip her?” Stacy commented as she peeled off her vest top but replaced her black lace thong.
“Yeah,” I replied enthusiastically, “but first let me do this.”
I moved to the small basin in the corner of the room and filled a glass with water. Returning to slut I poured it over her ass cheeks. I then repeated the process until her butt was glistening with water. She shook in her bonds but could not even moan in a muffled way now as she sucked on the dildo.
“Have you got a bamboo cane Jonno?”
“Yes bud,” he replied and produced a whippy bamboo cane almost immediately.
“Thanks,” I replied. “Now when we whip her, the wet state of her ass will intensify the pain four fold.”
“Oh Si,” drooled Stacy, “I can’t wait.”
I moved to Ev’s head and kissed her neck in a long and lingering manner. I could hear her mouth working at the dildo as, against her will, Stacy’s juice was lapped up.
“Are you ready for this my cunt?” I asked.
Ev could move her head less than an inch but the panic in her eyes told its own story.
I laughed and moved to her rear once again. Ev flinched as I placed the cane on her wet skin letting her feel its touch. As I removed the bamboo rod and positioned my feet accordingly I could see Ev hold her breath as her body tensed waiting for the first stroke to lash down onto her poor unprotected bottom.
Slut (8) …
He kissed my neck, as a lover would tenderly and lovingly use his lips to light a fire, but there was no love in this kiss, only further humiliation. I could do nothing but moan, my mouth filled to capacity with the dildo attached to the wall, the juices of Stacy's pussy slowly diluting and sliding down my throat.
The kiss was a Judas kiss, a prelude to more suffering. I tried to beg with my eyes, knowing he would ignore it. The pain in my shoulders was now a dull throb.
He simply held the bamboo cane against my ass, and I could sense him reset his feet in preparation for the whipping. I felt rather than saw the cane leave
my tender bottom, held my breath in anticipation of the pain, and …
…"aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the agony was excruciating. I felt my entire
body quiver from the way he hit me, holding back nothing. I had never
been spanked by my father, and the shock was overwhelming. I was not
sure I could stay on my feet, but I knew that if I allowed my knees to
buckle, I would dislocate my shoulders.
"eeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssssss," Please, I begged through the gag and around the dildo which filled my mouth. I wanted to yell please no more, I will do anything, please. Why are you doing this to me? I have done nothing, only tried to please you. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
Swishhhhh, I heard the next attack on my unprotected bottom and then
felt as though he was slicing skin off my body. It was a calculated move to wet my ass first and it worked. My agony was intense.
Master finally spoke after the second caning. "You will learn quickly, slut, or I will flail the skin right off your ass or back. You will obey me instantly or else," he threatened, bending down and looking directly at me. He rose and three swift and consecutive attacks marked my ass with the bamboo cane. My breathing became raspy and throaty, as I gasped and sobbed and tried to get oxygen through my nose.
"Let's go get something to eat. We'll leave her here to think about her situation," and they all agreed and left me alone, to reflect upon the 5 painful bamboo cane stripes marking my ass, in pain and in bondage, tears rolling down my cheek.
This had to be a nightmare. How could it be anything else? Did I actually think that by trying to attract Simon's attention back on the beach, that somehow I could use my sexuality to control him? Yes, I wanted his attention. Yes, I wanted him to be a strong man in my life, to be a source of sexual release and to make me feel more female, more dependent, and yes, more submissive to his desires.
My tongue and nipples were now pierced. Weights hung from my erect nubs
and they felt like they were being stretched beyond their ability to rebound. Small S's hung from a second piercing in my ears, Simon's slut. He had pierced my tongue, which now tried to glide along the dildo that filled my mouth.
I was naked, my ass striped by his bamboo cane, all my holes used and used again. I would not be able to escape; there was no erasing the past few hours. I was marked as his kajira, the only thing missing from the fictional tale being a collar or some permanent marking on my skin.
The dildo jammed into my mouth and halfway down my throat was so
uncomfortable. I was orally impaled and could do nothing to lessen the discomfort. My shoulders were numb, the muscles in my neck actually felt like they were going to start cramping. And there was nothing I could do about it.
I was so scared when my Master and his friends were present but now they were gone I felt so alone.
I heard their footsteps and then the door opened. As they made their
way across the room, Master asked, "Has this time alone helped you
understand where you failed and how you must improve?"
"ghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ghhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ssssssssssssssssssssssssss," yes,
yes, please, I begged.
"She seems to have learned her lesson," Stacy commented.
"I hope so," Master agreed, and began to release me from my bondage, “but it’s hard to be sure what she is saying. If you have learned your lesson, wag your ass like a dog."
I wiggled my ass as best I could under the circumstances, now no longer even considering the humiliation of how I must look. Please, his slut begged him, she has learned her lesson!
Master (9) …
My slut looked beautiful bound and orally gagged so comprehensively. Her ass had reddened and would be sore, I could be sure about that. However, although it would have felt like the worst beating ever, I was relatively lenient when swinging the cane and the redness would disappear in a few hours.
It was time to let her down. I wanted her to myself. I wanted the girl I had seen on the beach. I wanted my Ev to strip for me again … I wanted to take her some more.
So my well punished slut was released. First I unwound her platted hair allowing her stretched neck to come free, following which I eased her away from the dildo. It was now clean and wet with Ev’s saliva. I smiled as I thought of the pool of Stacy’s pussy juice that was now resident in my slut’s stomach.
“Oh Si, can’t we play some more,” asked Stacy, “I so want to fuck her.”
“No Stace she needs a rest. It’s her first time and I want her to perform later, if you know what I mean?”
“Okay then you selfish bastard,” she smirked, “actually I have a bit of a nauseous feeling coming on. Maybe something we ate. I think I need to rest.”
I smiled politely and returned my attention to slut.
“Nnnnggghhhh! kknngg Bsssssttttttttddddds!”” came a muffled cry. I smiled. Ev was obviously experiencing the blood flow returning to normal in her neck. It was only the start of what would be an agonizing freeing of her bound limbs. Ev was now mewing her protests delightfully through the gag.
I had not heard her voice for sometime and wanted to hear her beg again. I removed the gag and Ev coughed and spluttered as her wide spread jaw closed painfully shut much to her relief. Some of the residual juices from both Stacy and Jonno spilled onto her chin, but slut did not bother about them, she was just grateful to be partially freed.
“Shall we leave you like this slave for a while longer?”
”No Mather, pleath,” she was still lisping delightfully from the tongue piercing, “… let me go, I will be a good thlut.”
”Okay, I will untie your arms.”
I reached across her back and unfastened Jonno’s elbow ropes before unclipping her wrist cuffs from the ceiling chain. My exhausted slut collapsed to the floor. I unclipped the weights from her stretched nipples and then finally her legs were freed from the spreader bar.
“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Fuck, Mather, thith ith awfullllllllllllllll!” her body was fighting back after being bound for so long.
Ev was completely unbound, save for her wrist cuffs which still held her arms secure behind her back. However, she could do nothing but lay groaning in agony on the cold, stone floor. She had certainly been broken in. Fucked and used in every hole, caned and humiliated in severe bondage … and there was a whole weekend still ahead of us!
“Jonno fetch me a couple of nipple rings bud.”
“You got it pal.”
“And make ‘em big ones … the slut’s a slave after all.”
He returned speedily and, to a small moan from Ev, I clipped the new hoops in her nipples.
Stacy moved to where Ev lay and pushed her in a demeaning manner with her foot until slut was moved onto her back.
“Ohhhhhhhh pleath, Thtathy, ohhhhhh nnnooo. Ouch!!” Ev cried out as she was forced to lay her full weight onto her bound arms that now lay under her body.
“Mithtreth Thtathy, to you cunt,” said Stacy harshly whilst mimicking slut’s lisp.
“Thorry, Mithtreth Thtathy.” Ev shuffled slightly easing the aching pain that she felt not just through her arms but around her entire body.
I knelt down and to slut’s relief I rolled her back onto her stomach and released her wrists. For the first time since I first fastened the spider onto her at the boathouse my slave was free of any bondage.
She cried anew as the part of her body that had been restrained the longest and tightest came back to life.
I helped her to her unsteady feet and she threw herself at me hugging my chest and sobbing into me. I returned the hug and allowed her to feel the protection of my body for a brief while. Reaching down I picked up the towel from my bag and gently wiped her face and chin clean.
“Get dressed slut,” I ordered as I moved away from her and passed her the bag. “I want to you to wear my sweatshirt, your denim skirt and the red bikini thong.” I smiled at the thought of how she would look.
It was ultimately unbeatable to see sluts naked and bound, but there was something provocatively seductive about seeing Ev dressed as I had ordered. Ev quickly obliged, visibly grateful at being allowed some clothes again.
“Thank you Mathers and Mithtreth.” She remembered well, slut was learning her place.
“Jonny,” Stacy spoke, “I am going to go too.”
“What,” said Jonno disbelievingly, thinking no doubt of the lust fuelled fuck he was expecting, “Why?”
“I’m not feeling too good. Don’t worry I can see you again on Sunday and then I’ll make it up to you.”
“But Stace …”
She kissed him and then put her fingers to his lips, “Shhhhh lover, don’t worry I will keep my hands away from my pussy until I see you again.”
“But can’t you come over tomorrow?” Jonno was whining a bit now.
“I can’t baby, you know I’m busy.”
Jonno looked accepting but crestfallen. Stacy turned to me.
“Si, can y’all give me a lift home; I don’t want to get a cab feeling like this.”
”Sure Stace no problem, slut and I would be only too happy to give you a ride.”
“Thanks Si,” drawled Stacy. “Would you mind if I suggested one thing before we leave?”
“Go on,” I said.
I watched as she caught Ev’s shoulder, turned her around and then slapped my slut hard across the face.
“Yeeeoooowwww!” Ev spun and fell to the floor whereupon Stacy grabbed slut by the hair and dragged her back to her feet. Ev’s hand flew to her head trying to protect her roots whereupon Stacy slapped her down again.
Slut lay sobbing on the cold floor her head in her hands.
“Stand up cunt, stand up now or else there will be more of the same!”
I was enjoying Stacy’s show; she sure didn’t seem ill to me. I smiled as Ev struggled to her feet. After several hours of bondage torture my slut did not really have the strength to withstand Stacy’s onslaught.
“Take off the sweatshirt cunt!”
Obediently Ev crossed her arms and slowly removed the top. A flashback to the beach was already passing through my mind. I ogled Ev’s beautifully pierced nipples and firm breasts as Stacy reached into a nearby cabinet and took out a small ‘Y’ shaped chain.
“You will not travel in comfort slave.”
With that Stacy connected the two ends from the top of the ‘Y’ to the hoops in Ev’s nipples and then pulled upwards. My slut yelped again.
“Yeeeoowwwww!”
Stacy wound the chain around her fingers and pulled tight such that Ev’s tits were stretched up along with her nipples as the single end of the chain headed towards my slave’s mouth.
“Tongue out cunt!” Stacy ordered, raising her hand as if to slap slut again – I saw now why Stacy had been so forceful with Ev … it guaranteed obedience without fuss!
I could sense that Ev knew where this was headed but she stuck out her pierced pink tongue as ordered.
“Please Mithress don’t …” slut’s tongue swelling was going down now and her lisp seemed far less pronounced.
Stacy, of course, ignored slut’s begging and proceeded to fasten the single chain end underneath sluts tongue and to her top stud. Despite slave’s breasts being stretched painfully upwards, the chain was still in inch or so short and so now Ev’s tongue was pulled cruelly out of her mouth.
“Nnnnnnnggggghhhhhhh llssseeeeeeee!” slut was back to making muffled noises.
I smiled at Stacy and nodded.
“Great stuff Stace,” said Jonno enthusiastically, “are you feeling better then?”
Stacy looked at her boyfriend, “a little hun, but I really do need to rest. I should go with Si.”
“Put the sweat top back on cunt!” Stacy issued her final order and Ev, trying her best to ignore the newly imposed pain, did as she was told.
I smiled as I could see where Stacy was really going with her ‘supposed’ illness. Jonno had always been a bit dim. A good businessman but always he was a bit dim.
“John,” I said, “thank you for your hospitality as always, and, let’s face it you got adequate payment,” I smiled, “fucked my slut in the ass and the mouth … and you let me pay for dinner.” I punched him playfully on the shoulder.
“Anytime bud. Look forward to seeing our little Asian whore again soon.” He reached out to fondle her painfully stretched breasts for one last time.
Ev looked in far less agony than she had for most of the late afternoon and evening but her breasts still appeared to be giving her some pain. Once again her eyes watered and tears were ready to spill over.
“Come on then Stace,” I said to our gorgeous travelling companion, who I sensed might well be with us for a while longer yet.
I picked up my bag and, ever the gentleman, I let Stacy out through the door and into the back drive first and then I followed. I shook Jonno’s hand and then turned to slut who was still inside the room.
“Crawl cunt!” I ordered. Ev looked at me and I am sure almost shook her head as if to say ‘no’. But she didn’t … most of her fight had now gone, for the time being at least.
I watched her get to her knees. Her head was, by default, lowered due to the fact that the further her head was bowed the more slack the chain allowed and the less strain was put on her tits.
“Wait,” Ev stopped before she had even started. I knelt at her side and pulled her red bikini thong down over her thighs. This restricted her leg movements making them smaller and more slave like and moreover showed her shaved pussy to the world. I fondled my ever growing hard on as I stared down at Ev’s red, caned ass cheeks.
She crawled beautifully to my car as all three of us stood and, as the brief denim skirt rode high on her hips, we watched her ass, naked, sore and exposed, sway delightfully … and if I wasn’t mistaken my slut looked a little wet again to me. My cock was once more pushing at my shorts.
I waited until my slave had crawled into the rear of the car, and sat carefully down, flinching as the leather touched her beaten butt, before I signalled to Stacy to join her on the back seat.
“Stace put my towel under slut’s ass would you? I don’t want her juicing up my seats.” Stacy laughed and did as she was asked. Ev looked acutely embarrassed.
I got into the front and, as the ignition started and my car pulled away, I waved goodbye to John. It had been some afternoon and evening … so far … and I could sense it wasn’t over yet!
“So Stace, shall we drop you off first?” I smiled teasing.
“Look Si,” she oozed sexily, “I was thinking …” her hand snaked over the driver’s seat top and brushed lightly around the back of my neck.
“Yes?” I asked, smiling even more now.
“Well, I was thinking that I could go home with you and your cunt and have some fun with you both ... you know. I mean don’t tell me that you’ve never dreamed of fucking me?”
I glanced at the lovely Stacy through my rear view mirror and raised my eyebrows.
“So just let me have some time with slut here and I’m all yours honey.”
I couldn’t fucking believe it, two gorgeous girls to myself for most of the weekend.
“What about Jonno?” I asked.
“Hey, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
“Okay… deal!”
I looked through the mirror once more, this time at Ev. Her tongue was still stuck out and her sweat top covered breasts pulled high. She did not look happy at this turn of events as it meant that Stacy would be with us at least for the remainder of the evening, if not longer.
“Listen Stace, you’d better release slut’s tongue. It’s a 30 minute drive to my place and we don’t want to get stopped or anything.”
“Mmmmm, shame Si, but maybe you’re right.”
“Unfasten her tits and tongue then re-cuff her hands behind her and out of sight,” I said “and then you can play with her all the way home. Make her juice and see how many times you can get her to the edge of orgasm. If she cums then we’ll start our night’s fun with a proper whipping when we get her home. Waddya say?”
“Slut, take your bikini thong right off, bunch your skirt up and spread your legs for Mistress Stacy.”
I glanced again at Ev and watched as she slowly and with a renewed anger in her eyes slipped her bikini bottoms off and sat with her legs spread as wide as the space in the back seat would allow.
“Ohhhh Si, yes I like that idea … come on slut,” Stacy said picking the wrist cuffs out from the bag before reaching to free the chain in Ev’s mouth, “come to Mistress!”
Slut (9) …
I was so grateful when Master released me that I hugged him with all
my life. I would have done anything he asked of me at that moment. I
now realized that I deserved to be punished. I had disobeyed and
embarrassed him with his friend. He had taught me a lesson and now I
felt love for the first time in my life. Please don't let me go,
Master. Please protect me from Mistress Stacy. I will obey you.
Please love me.
He was so tender, wiping my face of tears, pussy juice, and semen. I
felt his strength and never wanted it to end. Master, take me home,
love me, and let me love you, I thought.
I was amazed by the pain when I was released from the bondage. When
the blood rushed back into the cramped muscles and strained tendons,
it was as though a train of fire blazed through my body. I would do
anything to avoid that punishment again.
He allowed me to get dressed and I felt almost normal. Well, as
normal as could be expected, with the many new piercings that now
adorned my body. I felt so foolish trying to speak with the tongue
piercing. The nipple rings made me feel like such a slut. But when I
put on his sweatshirt and my bikini bottom, I felt almost normal. I
thanked Master and Mistress, as I now thought of Stacy. I realized
that I had to please her as much as Master.
The party seemed to be breaking up. Mistress said she didn't feel
well, but she seemed perfectly well to me. Maybe she read my mind,
disappointed that Master would be giving her a ride home, or maybe she
just needed to enforce her will upon me again, but she suddenly
slapped me across the face, knocking me to the ground. Not giving me
a moment to recover, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my
feet. I was still weak from the bondage and unable to defend myself
in any way.
Mistress ordered me to remove the sweatshirt. I had hoped Master
would intervene, since he had just let me get dressed, but he did not
interfere. As I lifted the shirt, Mistress made her way to the closet
and returned with a light chain in the shape of a Y. I sensed rather
than knew what she would do and in moments she had connected my
ringed tits and pierced tongue! The strain on both parts of my body
was so unpleasant and once again I felt more animal than human.
Master, please, Master, save me, I thought.
She then ordered me to put the sweatshirt back on. It was so painful,
trying to pull it over my head, with my poor tongue chained to my
aching titties. I bowed my head as far as possible to relieve the
strain, but it was still painful and humiliating. I was ordered to
crawl to the car and I knew there was no choice but to obey. Master
opened the door for Mistress like a perfect gentleman, but the only
attention he paid to me was to pull my bikini bottom down around my
thighs, making it even more difficult for his slut to crawl to the
car. Oh, Master, please, why are you doing this to your slut?
I finally made it to the car, and crawled into the back seat. I
couldn't understand it, but the juices were flowing copiously from my
abused pussy. I expected to suffer alone in the back seat, but
Mistress surprised me by getting in the back with me. It was so
embarrassing when Master, realizing his slut was juicing, told
Mistress to put a towel under my leaking cunt. They were more worried
about getting slave juices on his car seat than the anguish being
suffered by their frightened slut.
My heart nearly broke when I realized Mistress had no intentions of
going home, that she was far from ill. She wanted Master and the
wishes of the chained slut that sat in the back seat mattered not to
either of them. Master suggested that I be unchained for the ride
home, just in case we were stopped by a policeman. Oh, I thought,
what if we were? Would I tell him that I was their prisoner, their
sex slave, their animal? Would I?
I heard them plan to tease my tender pussy all the way to the
apartment, after first locking my hands behind my back. I was
defenceless and her words, "come to Mistress," were spoken as to a
trained bitch.
She began to tease my pussy, letting her fingernail slide along and
scratch the tender lips. When I reacted by drawing my legs toward
each other, she slapped my inner thigh and told me to remain spread.
At my heightened state of arousal, it would take only a few moments of
her attention to bring me to another orgasm, but I knew this was not
allowed. I did not want to be punished again, so I strained and
begged my body to be still, to not react to her unwanted fingers, but
she knew just where to scratch, and when her fingernail made contact
with my engorged clit, I let out a cry of anguish and sexual energy.
Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, please Mistress, please no, I screamed in
my mind, gritting my teeth, throwing my head back in hopes of
overcoming the volcanic explosion building within me.
"Haha, she is fighting the inevitable, Si," she said, as her finger
suddenly withdrew from my gapping cunt. "Nooooooooooo," I silently
begged. I need to cum, please don't stop now! My breathing was
sporadic and labored, unable to find peace and unable to find release.
"Remember cunt," Master reminded me, as if I needed to be reminded,
"that if you cum, you will be whipped again. You don't want that do
you, cunt?"
"No, Mather, no," I responded, knowing that I might not have a choice.
If Mistress wanted, she could easily drive me over the edge. I was
helpless to control my own body.
Then she was back. Stacy’s expert fingers traced the line of my slit. I desperately wanted to close my thighs and squeeze the juice out of my pussy.
“Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkk!” I screamed as I was entered once more. This bitch’s fingers were making me crazy. I so wanted to cum and I so didn’t want to cum. These feelings were battling it out within me. One more flick of my clit and that would be it …no, no, no, no , nooooooooooooooooooo! I felt the on rush of my climax and knew that I would torn to shreds by their whips,
I was ready to cum, please no, let me … I tried to focus my mind elsewhere but Stacy’s fingers always brought me back to my reality.
“Ohhhhhh, noooooooooo, yessssssssssssssssss!” that was it. The wave couldn’t be stopped.
Then a screech of brakes made me shudder and jerk forward in the seat, thrusting my body against the fastened seatbelt. The same movement brought Stacy’s fingers out of my pussy and sent her crashing in a similar manner.
“Oooops, sorry girls,” Smiled Master looking relieved that he had managed to stop his car just inches from the one in front.
“Too much watching the back and not enough watching the road. Nearly there now.”
I hadn’t cum.
I had never been so close before, ever, but I hadn’t cum. My stomach and groin were now so stoked that the merest of touches would have sent me over the edge. But we were stopping outside Master’s house.
I had survived the journey and would not be whipped. Maybe that should have made me feel better but it didn’t because whatever was about to be done to me I knew would not be pleasant.
To be continued …
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