“You masturbate a lot, right?”

            She seemed shocked but nodded dumbly.

            “Do it for me now!”

            Slowly both hands went to her sex and she began to toy with her labia.  I turned on the camera then sat down on the sofa and watched her my cock hard once more.  Soon her fingers were a rapidly moving blur on her clit, her hips moving and back arching up and she pleasured herself.  Now that she was aroused I questioned her. 

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Every day.  Often more than once.”

“Do you use sex toys?”

“Yes.”

“Where are they?”

“In the bedside table.”

“Don’t you dare cum until I come back.”

Checking her sex toys I found three basic vibrators, one really large suction cup vibrator with a raised clitoral stimulator and a very basic pair of screw adjusted nipple clamps. Taking the large vibrator and the clamps I walked back to the living room where April is writhing in frustration holding herself off from her climax.  Seeing me, she attacked her clit and was over the edge of her orgasm in seconds, sighing and moaning her wetness clearly visible on her fingers.

     “Well it would seem you are already quite into what we have planned. Please look at the camera and while I explain what I think you are asking for.  I am getting ready to restrain you and this is going to be the last easy exit from this pathway.  You want me to hurt you, to torture you sexually to let you experience not only someone else controlling you, but forcing you to get your pleasure in the midst of pain.  You expressed your limits, no severe injury like broken bones, but you want to experience real, significant, perhaps even agonizing pain, and don’t mind welts, bruising and similar damage even though they might leave some scaring, although I will try not to break the skin surface in anything we do.  You do not want a safe word or motion whereby you can end the action if it gets too painful for you.  You realize that ropes and restraints will leave marks as well and that I will be sexually using your body with nothing off limits.  Are you sure about all this or would you like to reconsider.”

“Are you kidding?  Tom, I have fantasized about this for years.  You’re they only one I could surrender so completely to without worrying they might kill me in the heat of the moment.  No matter how much I scream or cry keep going.  Force me beyond what I think I can do.  If I should pass out keep going. Use and abuse me as the dirty slut I am deep down.  Do what you will to me and let me be your victim.  Hurt me bad.  I need this.  I have been a bad girl.

“Stand up!”

Taking the rope I began by binding her breasts.  I wrapped the rope painfully tight about the lovely round softness of her twin mounds until the both stuck perfectly outward from her chest the skin tight from the pressure and beginning to both swell from the restricted blood flow cause by the ropes.  Blood could flow into her breasts, but it was harder getting it out and her white skin was turning a deep purple and becoming taut from the swelling.

Once her breasts were dealt with I placed the suction cup toy in such a place that she had to straddle the chair facing the wrong way her chest toward the low chair back to impale herself upon it.  As the tip found her opening she gasped out.  “I’ve never been able to take the whole thing. It was a gag gift from my bachelorette party, not something intended to be really fucked.”

“Well we are going to see if things are different today,” I told her as I pressed her down onto the huge artificial cock.  While made of soft material the vibrator must have been some 10 inches long and probably eight inches around with the head even larger.  I wasn’t surprised such a tiny girl hard never tried to force it in but she was trying now and at last after many, many thrusts she had the thing buried deep enough where the clitoral stimulator was where it belonged. 

Forcing her to stay still, while deeply impaled, I took out the athletic support bandages I’d found in her bathroom and carefully wrapped them about her arms so that in the end each whole arm was secured from just below the shoulder to the wrist against the chair back’s outer spindles.  In this position her now purple breasts hung proudly out over the chair back.  Using the same type of restraint I secured her legs in a frog like position to the lower chair, but I was unhappy because she could still move her chest and hips enough to cause problems so I walked out to my truck and came back with some webbed cargo straps and their ratchets.  I used on over her hips to press her further unto the intruding toy in her pussy and then used a second to make sure her chest movement was not such as to change to location of her breasts.  Next I blindfolded her with scarf.  Gathering the other items I had found I reached down and turn on the sex toy. 

I didn’t have to wait long for she cried out in shock and then pleasure as the little clitoral stimulator began working on her center of pleasure.  Taking her nipple clamps I sucked on each of her hard tips then applied the clamp each gaining a deep pained moan.  I allowed her to adjust to this sensation then removed them and tightened the screw and reapplied them to her nipples this time getting a pained yip from her as she realized the crushing effect of the now tight clamps.  I toyed with them bringing her more pain and pleasure twisting and tugging on the clamps and as I did so I noted the little rubber protectors seemed removable so when I took them off the next time I slid them off revealing serrated teeth in the alligator clamp.  I tightened them all the way and replaced the tips.  I wanted her to see this.  Holding them in front of her I removed the protective covers and then placed the first on her left nipple.  The moment I allowed the pressure to close April began to thrash against her bounds screaming in pain and panic.  Even on five acres I could hardly have the police respond to reports of a screaming woman so I grabbed the nearest item I could—her panties and tied them in place with another scarf from her dresser as a gag, then I examined her nipple.  The teeth we deeply indented into the sensitive skin but she was not bleeding so I placed the second one and watched her suffer.  In about ten minutes her muffled cried changed tones and I thought the vibrator might be doing it job.  I shoved a finger up her ass just in time to feel the contractions of her orgasm.

Great, I thought she has cum in pain.  Now it was time for more severe pain.  Removing the clamps I allowed her nipple to recover their sensitivity and then prepared to use one of the items from the garage.   Out on a shelf I had notice this oversized mousetrap, not quite a rattrap it was nevertheless markedly larger than the standard mousetrap.  The spring was very stiff and strong when I tested it and now I pulled it back and aimed carefully, letting it snap shut on her right nipple.

Her whole body jerked in agony.  She tried desperately to move anything to escape the paint that sprang from a point that usually yielded pleasure.  He mouth opened in muffled screams.  I pulled the trap off the nipple without opening it, allowing it to crush the very sensitive tip as it at last snapped free.  She sat there breathing in shallow, rapid gasps not knowing what was coming next but trying to prepare mentally for the next onslaught of pain suddenly taking this seriously.  I could tell by her body language she expected I would move on and do the same thing to the other nipple so I pulled back the metal mechanism and snapped it shut once more on the same nipple. Her whole body stiffed and clenched, but the noise this time was different and it took me a moment to realize she’d just cum again.

I soon fell into a pattern working both nipples and the areola surrounding them. After a few snaps the crushed nipples began to swell with bruising.  I had to be careful to turn the trap this way and that so that no single area of the nipples or surrounding tissue received too many blows and tore.  By the time they’d each received maybe two dozen crushing impacts them whole nipple structure, areolas included was erotically swollen and puffy, sticking out a good inch and a half from the surrounding breasts.  The pace couldn’t be rushed and I wasn’t sure how far to push my friend.  I knew from her reactions I had her in agony a good portion of the time, but over the two hours of nipple torture she kept climaxing about every 15 minutes.  Even this I discovered was torture for her, because after she peaked her clit was super sensitive like most women’s are, but in her current position the direct stimulation to her clit continued unabated and she had to endure to until her body would calm down and begin building for another climax which the whole cycle taking some 15 minutes. 

By the time her nipples looked like any more might make them bleed, April’s appearance had markedly altered.  Her hair, in fact her whole body was soaked in sweat.  Her head lolled to the side except in the agonizing periods ever few minutes when the trap would crush her nipples.  In the chair the vibrator stood in a sea of her juices.  It was time to move on.  Slowly I disconnected her from the chair and helped her onto her feet.  She leaned heavily against me as I brought her to the bed and laid her down.  I got a towel and dried her off.  After a drink she looked better.  But I wasn’t yet done even though she thought so. 

Gathering towel razor and other supplies I settled between her legs and shaved her vulva until she was completely bare.  I knew this would make her super sensitive.  Her four poster bed was perfect for what I had in mind, but my cock was on fire after two hours of off and on erections while tormenting her nipples.  So I fucked her newly shaved pussy leaving another deposit deep within her.  She was so tired she was completely passive allowing me to use her as I would.  Even when I masturbated her as I fucked her willing pussy she just allowed the orgasm to take her without much movement. 

At last I got her back on her feet at the foot of the bed and tied her arms very tight and firm to the upright posts.  Her legs were then spread and tied as far apart as possible, increasing the strain on her arms.  I could see her examining her damaged nipples in the mirrored headboard.  I re-gagged her and then brought in the switches I’d cut outside.  She looked at me in panic, but I ignored her worries and selecting a long limber branch I showed it to her.  The noise of the switch moving through the air seemed to terrify her as much as the impact.  Her exhausted body seemed to leap forward in her bindings as the bright red stripe appeared on her buttocks.  Selecting a slow steady pace in the next few minutes I had her butt and backs of her thighs covered.  She sagged her weight on her arms as I studied her the tracks of her tears plain on her cheeks.

I wanted her standing on her feet for what was to come but she was slow to respond when I mentioned this, so stepping behind her slumped form I took careful aim at her newly shaved slit and struck her as hard as I could.  Even through the gag I could hear her agonized screams coming one after another in an endless wail of suffering.  She was standing now and I carefully covered her breasts with stripes from the switches.  Then with well-aimed blows I did the same to utra-sensitive and newly shaved public mound.

Walking out to the living room I found the pair of vise-grips I had brought in earlier.  Now it was time for the final agony, time to raise her pain to another level.  The vice grips would literally crush whatever I clamped and I opened them slightly not wanting to destroy but to crush and hurt her most delicate structures.  Picking her left nipple I crushed it in the pliers until they locked.  April spasmodically jerked this way and that trying anything to escape the heavy crushing pressure of the vice grip that now dangled from her nipple pulling and tugging with every movement causing even more pain. Her voice nothing more than a thin wail of misery behind the gag.

After watching her for a couple minutes I reached out and released the vise grip listening as her gasping cry of agony changed to muffled sobs.  After another few minutes I placed the vice grips on the other nipple.  I looked at her wondering it I should continue but there was nothing in her eyes to guide me just her desperation to avoid more pain, but she had requested I push her beyond this level so I crushed this nipple as well.  She screamed out and then slumped, passed out from the pain, I realized.  Just as well.

I removed the vice grips from her nipple and sat on the floor between her legs. Pulled up on the skin above her clit exposed it and while she was out cold I clamped the vice grips on her tender clit.  Leaving it dangle I got some water to woke her up with a cup of water to the face and couple of jaw ringing slaps.  If she’d been in panic before she was frantic now, but there was no escape from the crushing steel on her clit or the heavy wrench’s weight dangling from her organ. 

Using the towel I dried her ass from all the fluids pouring from her pussy then positioning myself at her opening then I began and long hard process of dry fucking her in the ass.  I’d never realized before just how painful it is for the guy to fuck a woman in her unlubed anus.  She was so tight I thought my cock would break and at last I oilded my tool for my comfort more than hers and soon as inside her and thrusting as her flesh clung to me with every movement I couldn’t last too long and in fifteen minutes I felt her begin to climax, her spasms lifting over the edge into huge contractions of pleasure pouring my juices into her backside.  As I withdrew I reached around and removed the pair of vice grips that had so tormented her clit.  I untied her and she collapsed in a heap on the floor murmuring, crying and moaning.  I bodily had to pick her up and place her in the bed.   Toweling her down I saw her smile tiredly. 

“It was worse and better than I ever imagined.”

“You need to sleep.”

“I will.  You’re going to stay aren’t you?”

“Of course I will.”

“Just one more thing, before I sleep.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve done so many things I never even thought about.  I need some normalcy.”

“Everything is over.  Things are back to normal. What else do you need?”

“ I need you…” she trailed off sleepily, then continued, “to fuck me!”

I smiled as I climbed on top. 

 

Part three to follow

 

Comments welcome Thomascan06@Yahoo.com

 

  

                

“Tom, your stories are too sexual and not rough enough for those of us on the SM side of aisle.  Even your bondage stories are seeped in overtly considerate sexuality, rather than demanding, even brutal punishment.  What I can’t figure is why you have so women writing you who want you to use them.”

 

“That’s easy.  Unlike you Bruce, or a lot of others in the scene, I do not punish to feed my own fetish or arousal. I don’t get off on causing pain.  I do it to enjoy the woman’s sexual response. 

 

Therefore, reason women want me to take them sexually is that with me, there is no worry that I will lose control and really hurt, or worse, kill them, when lost in the heat of arousal.  It is because I am not overly turned on by being the dominant that I am one seen by many – especially first timers, as a safe person for testing the waters.”

 

“Well try writing something that explores the delight in pain for its own sake.  You never know where it might lead”

 

I thought about what Bruce suggested and decide to try it.  Bruce – here it is.

 

 

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Many years ago there was a flourishing business in specialized sex tourism in certain, mainly Asian countries, that catered to the wealthy in the US and Europe and no desire was too difficult for them to fulfill.  This was long before the term sex tours had been coined and decades before laws would forbid such activities.  Nor were they the cheap go and fuck an underage kid in another country, for next to nothing, business that ruined the trade in recent years.

 

A friend suggested I might enjoy the “family plan” at Tai Plantation Resort and explore the sadistic side of my nature, so I contacted them and while what the rather large price included was not fully spelled out, I gathered that this resort only had one resident guest at any one time and that as a guest I would be amply supplied with submissive sex partners who were theirs to utilized in any way they saw fit.  From what I was told I expected to be given a couple of young adult siblings and the idea of exploring a pair of women from the same family excited me.

 

When I arrived I was introduced to two lovely and very naked young women.  Nee wore long hair down her back extending just over the upper curve of her buttocks.  Her breasts were tiny, less than A cup in size, with small, but markedly erect and very sensual looking nipples.  Her vulva was hairless with no visible hint of her inner labia. (which I would later discover were tiny)

 

Next to her was her polar opposite.  Yule had short hair, an hourglass figure and the largest breasts I had ever seen on a woman her size.  They dominated her chest and torso like two oblong basketball sized but oblong spheres, topped with wide-spreading areolas and perky nipples.  Her vulva too, was completely bald with large inner labia protruding visibly.

 

Their English was fair and their attitudes wonderful.  There were, I discovered to be my personal companions while I was there.  They would service my sexual needs as I wished and serve as my assistants when I participated with my ordered submissives.  They gave me a tour of the oceanfront property and then we returned to my room where they ran me a lovely bath in a huge tub and then bathed me and with me.  Afterwards I enjoyed the tight wetness of their female passages, their bodies thrusting with me back and forth until I had left them each a creamy white deposit deep inside their pink wetness.  Then I told them to pleasure each other which they eagerly did leaving me breathless with arousal and enjoyment as they climaxed repeatedly.    At last they came up for air and seeing my erect hardness they took turns sucking my member to completion one licking my excess juices from the face of the one who had received my powerful streams of white cream.  Then with all of us naked they took me on a tour of the dungeon.

 

There were a number of adjoining rooms each with it’s own supply of floggers, ropes, and clamps in addition to various sex toys.  These were not all for pleasure, but items designed to do real damage such as thumbscrews, flesh rakes, and sharp tipped whips for flaying the skin.  I wondered how much of this was for show and the girl explained that those procured for my pleasure we destined to be severely tortured.  Most subs require extensive recovery after a  session  

 

“You mean they are hired knowing they will be hurt, knowing they will carry the scars?  This is not usual in submissive people – even those who are really into pain”

         

“Oh No.” Yule, began, “Do not concern yourself on their account. We are hired and professionals and you may not do anything to us unless we approve, but they are not.  Nor are they submissive in orientation.  They are yours to break and torture in any way you desire.  Dominate masters, such as yourself are usually very controlled, after all you must be if you are to avoid trouble with the laws in your own country, is this not true?”

 

I nodded and she continued,  “They are not innocent victims.  They are here to be punished.  They have in some way disobeyed the provincial Lord showing the evil taint in their families and without the exceptional mercy granted them by this punishment would have been killed.  The government has seen fit to enter into this agreement with the Tai Plantation Resort’s owners and hence provides us with the most unusual experience for the client and satisfies the government’s desire to extract punishment and payment from otherwise useless citizens.  You are indeed fortunate because of our influence we gain only the most perfectly suited people for our needs and yours.  Those secured for your use, are mostly young and beautiful, all members of a family of six.   They have been being prepared for the last few weeks and we plan for you to begin with them this evening after supper.”

 

“And what happens to them afterward?”

 

“If they do well and our client is happy with they service and suffering – they may be freed, although they may never be fully trusted by officials, so far none have ever violated the laws after their time with us.  Some have gone on to professional sex careers”

 

That evening they dressed in black leather g-strings and Yule wore a shelf bra to better display her huge breasts. Both recommended I go naked.  My cock was already growing semi-erect in anticipation so I delighted in the idea of being free of constricting clothing and hence followed my girls – which was how I thought of them, already the two seemed to be mine, and together we walked to the chambers where they recommended we begin in a flogging room with huge wooden post about the shape of a telephone pole with numerous rings for securing the sub.  Then they left me for a minute or two while they escorted in the woman.

 

As they walked her toward me I sensed two things.  She was clearly submitted to her fate never looking up, and two, that she was no great beauty.  She was in fact an older woman probably pushing into her 40’s with large breasts that flopped downward and what had once been an hourglass figure nor hidden under a layer of baby fat never quite lost and times several babies.  She was not unattractive sexually, in fact she had a great butt, however she was toughened by life and she’d be a job to break.

 

I walked over to her and ran my hands over her body lifting her breasts by the nipples, making her moan in pain cause by the still responsive tips being crushed between my fingers.  Then ordering her legs apart I spent some time feeling up her womanhood which was I discovered had been shaved remarkably smooth and was also remarkably wet with arousal.  Either because of or in spite of her fears (and she had to know she was going to be sexually tortured) she was getting turned on.  “All the better,” I thought.

 

Yule guided her to the post.  I noticed the lower half of the 12-foot post was studded with knobs and understood their use when Nee called me over to a cabinet against the far wall.  In an open drawer she showed me what must have been a score or more dildos of various sizes ranging from large to inhumanly massive all of which had based designed to fit the knobs on the whipping post thus stimulating the victim or depending on the size adding markedly to their agony.  Nee held up her recommendation, which on first glance I was sure would rip our gal in two.  Penis shaped with a huge shaft, I guessed it was some 10 inches around which would be near 3 inches in diameter.  By way of comparison I knew my cock only measured 6.5 inches around this monster dong was a good foot in length topped with a big flaring head that must add another inch in width.  Arching up from the base was a clitoral stimulator that looked like it could make the most prudish woman wanton.  There was nothing I could do but nod my approval.

 

Next she opened a lower drawer and encouraged me to select what ever nipple clamps I desired.  Looking carefully I saw a number of which I had never seen before, but was captivated by a pair with three rows of alligator like steel teeth on each side of the strongly sprung alligator clamps. With these in hand she walked toward the lady and carefully blindfolded her.  Then Yule grabbed a heavy rope that hung from a huge ring set on the top of the post and carefully making sure of its position turned to the woman.   This woman whose hands were in padded leather restraints made no move to object or protest when Nee unclipped them and had her raise them above her head careful helping Yule tie the rope to the ring on each wrist and double knotting for security.  At first I wondered at her submissive attitude when I had been assured this was not her orientation and then realized, just as she must have, that there was no escape and only death awaited her whole family should any of them fail the program.

 

With the rope secured to the victim and looped through the post ring, Yule told me to walk over to the other wall where the rope ended, which I did finding power winch.  The controls were on a simple joystick that I raised and the winch, which was geared very low and slow, gradually removed all the slack form the line where I stopped.  The woman stood uncertain.  With the blindfold in place she could nothing and tell nothing of what was to come.

 

Nee then took the nipple clamps and leaned over sucking the woman’s left nipple while Yule did the same to the right one.  Before long the woman was moaning in sexual pleasure, squirming in her restraints.  Then they both stopped and began to slap the woman’s tits with hard, stinging open hand blows as our victim cried out in fear and pain.  Then the girls applied the clamps and there was nothing gentle in their manner.  They didn’t slowly release the clamps, but positioned them and allowed them to snap shut, the sharp teeth biting into the responsive nipples and the woman stood for a long moment in a silent opening mouth scream, the pain so intense she’d yet to catch her breath and then begin issuing scream after scream of agony as her nipples were literally crushed in the non-yielding teeth of the clamps.

 

Yule then motioned me to elevate the woman so I moved the control and the slowly geared winch began to move dragging the restrained woman roughly up the post the various knobs poking her here the there at random the nipple clamp hanging up occasionally to tug cruelly at her tormented tips before pulling free.

 

Yule motioned me to stop when the woman’s hands were about 2/3 of the way to the top and then carefully placed the huge vibrating dildo onto it mounting knob.  I saw at once that the knobs were designed to hold the dildo upward at about a 50% angle, then Nee and Yule reached up and taking each ankle wrapped the legs around the pole until they ankles could be secured together.  Then a rope hanging from the other side was used to raise the legs until they were horizontal to the body as if our victim was sitting on the ground with her legs out straight in front of her.  Next Nee came over to me and told me that we should no lover her onto the dildo.  Se moved a selector switch to “slow” and engaged the winch which this time began slowly lowering the woman whose cries of agony had now moderated to ragged gasps of pain with each breath. 

 

Blindfolded she could not tell what was happening except that as her butt lowered her legs stayed tied so they seem to elevate as her body taking on the shape of a V moved downward her crouch forming the downward point of the V.  Only when she felt the massive dildo begin separating her labia she pulled up using her arms for leverage but she could only hold for so long and she was still being lowered and in spite of her efforts she screamed as the huge swollen head of the artificial penis entered her womanhood.  She moved this was and that writhing trying to get of this huge invader, but all that happened was it entering her ever deeper.   We paused for a while to watch her hopeless struggle and after the better part of an hour she was exhausted her body wet with perspiration and slowly she yielded to gravity and the rubber cock explored still deeper until at last it disappeared into her warm wet opening.  I walked over to look.  Her juices covered the dildos base and from below one could clearly see her vaginal muscles contracting and relaxing about the massive invader trying to find some comfort amid the pain of penetration.  The clitoral stimulating head was pressed right up the correct place so I turned it on. 

 

One would have though I had electrocuted the woman as the sudden sensations ripped through her body and she literally leaped about in her bounds moving this way and that on the artificial cock.  The girls and I sat on folding chairs to enjoy the show.    It was captivating to watch her struggle with and eventually surrender to the forces attacking her body – the nipple clamps, the huge dildo within her womanhood and not the vibrating, wiggling and squirming, device working her clit.  I reach a hand out toward the girls on both sides of me and pulling aside their thongs, I masturbated them as we watched their cries of pleasure mingling with the restrained woman’s climaxes

 

Then I walked over the selection of punishment devices and opted for a heavy switch that looked like Beech wood.  It was think enough to be brutally damaging and yet flexible so that I wouldn’t be breaking bones. About 5 feet long I eyed my victim and glanced at the girls whole had both removed their thongs and were shamelessly fingering their wet openings while watching me getting ready to punish the bitch.

 

Taking my position to the side I thought about what technique I should use after all I usually punished for pain and pleasure, but now I was not only free to punish for the pure delight of inflicting pain, but I was expected even encouraged to do so.  The girls had made it clear that most subjects were beaten severely and the nearly all would carry scars for the remainder of their life as the government intended so they would never disobey again. Hence I thought about it.  Should I build up slowly?  No! When you are trying to break someone this technique can backfire so they are nearly senseless when you reach severe levels better to shock them with the sudden understanding that you are truly torturing them.  So standing like a batter I took aim at her buttocks and swung hard.

 

The switch made a very satisfying swish through the air and an unbelievable lour crack on her flesh on impact.  She leaped forward; ramming the remaining rubber cock deep inside and her scream was one of pure agony. Which trailed off for another breath and then repeated over and over.  There appeared a vivid red strip, raised welt actually across the mid buttocks.  I waited until she calmed slightly and took aim just slightly lower and swung once more, suddenly aware I was becoming erect from her torment, surprise I was enjoying it and yet ready to explore my own feelings further.  Inflicting punishment was like the ultimate possession of the female body, like the moment my cock enters a woman for the first time, knowing that before the lovemaking ends, it will have explored her vagina, mouth, and anus.  But this was something more in the sense that I was experiencing the power-trip that must motivate killers I realized and yet I knew beyond all doubt that I was experiencing a once in a lifetime opportunity in this week at the resort and that I would learn all I could before returning to my usual sexual expressions.

 

I was sweating heavily when I finished the buttocks and thighs, but Nee and Yule interrupted me and bade me sit down and rest, then took up positions dark, leather whips in their hands and began to alternately cover the shrieking woman’s back with strips stopping before she began to really bled. 

 

Suddenly the woman fainted and Nee and Yule quickly brought her down from the post, removing the bounds and nipple clamps.  Calling the attendants to come wash her up and revive her for more torture in a little bit.  The attendants hauled the limp form away and then both girls knelt before me erection and sucked me to perfection taking some 25 minutes to relieve me a huge load licking my ball and my organ clean then suggesting we all go clean up and have something to eat before finishing our work with the woman.  I looked at my watch was realized it was past midnight, but instead of showering we all jumped in the pool, the cool refreshing water refreshing us.  Then after a nice snack we headed back to dungeon.  The girls and I had talk and everyone agreed that she should be placed in the torture stocks and that I should next torture her breasts and nipples, so we sent word to the attendants to have her ready.

 

Upon entering the room our subject was secured in the torture device.  Looking like a standing sarcophagus with its lid open the woman was carefully fitted inside the hollow heavy leather straps secured her wrists and her ankles, but it was the sarcophagus that I found most astonishing.  It was designed sort of like the old iron madden.  Along side the victim from both the back and front beds of razor sharp nails extended toward the encased victim allowing space for their body to reside inside without contact, as long as they do no move, but any movement will bring contact with the brutal points.  As I watched an adjustable crouch piece was being fitted that placed scores of nail tips a fraction of an inch from the women’s vulva, threatening to cause agonizing pain to her everything between her legs if she moved very much.  When all was set the attendants slowly closed the front being careful with their movements so as not the bring any of the painful surfaces in contact with the woman’ skin. 

 

I immediately noted the front was open over her chest and Nee and Yule each grabbed a tit and made sure they were fully extended outside the box. Then they carefully padded the edges of the sarcophagus where the breasts extended outward with cotton batting building it up on the underside so the women’s breasts in the end were held outward as is on offering.  Nee brought me a flesh tearing whip with sharp tips, but I couldn’t consider it.  If I did that our session would be over and I still wanted to torture the woman’s sex its self.

 

Instead I walked over the selection of switches and whips and selected a very springy bundle of sauna twigs and then saw a few fresh branches of some type of thorn.  The exact plant I was not sure of, but it resembled a long stem rose branch about three feet long and sporting ½ inch triangular thorns, but how to hold it for the beating I wasn’t sure until Yule came over and in a drawer found a stout pair of leather gloves.  Putting these on I approached my victim and laid a stoke across her breasts.  She howled, jerked and howled once more as the sharpened nails met her tender flesh.  My stroke left a reddened path punctuated with bright red blood spots where the thorns had entered her flesh.  Excited I beat her tits accompanied by her continual screams until first one and then the next and finally the last switch became too frayed for further use. 

 

 I looked at the lovely horizontal pattern.  Blood had seemed from hundreds of punctures and colored the cotton a deep red.  Taking the sauna twig bundle, I step in front of her and began beating her tits in a vertical down stroke with as much force as I could muster cutting the flesh and causing what must had been agonizing pain.  At last when her screams trailed off to moans I figured I’d done all I could with the whips and walked back to the drawer where I’d seen some things that interested me.   Taking a large diameter, 8 inch long cutting needle with hole in it’s tip, I worked in through the right nipple as the woman weakly struggled.  I left it dangle and walking over to the storage area I took out a knife.  Both Nee and Yule looked at each other as if wondering if I was planning to start skinning the woman, but I just took one of the many candles and stripped the wax off freeing about 8 inches of wick.  This I cut in half and setting the wicks aside I took the matches and lit a half dozen candle and then taking the wicks I placed on in the needle opening and pulled it back through the nipple leaving about 2 inches hanging out on either side of the now pierced nipple and then repeated the procedure on the left nipple.  I then told the girls I wanted the woman lying down almost like she was having a pelvic exam.  Calling in the attendants they removed the woman from the casket-like enclosure and for the first time we could see her whole body was bloody and scrapped from the nails as if her while body had become one giant abrasion.  The attendants got our a hose and washed the woman off and we could see the except for her breasts the damage was all superficial, but would be undoubtedly painful for many days to come

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The woman was lying on her back her legs secure, pulled way back and spread apart for easy access.  She was back far enough that her labia gapped open and her puckered anal opening were clearly exposed.  At the moment though, I got burning candle and began dripping hot wax over her newly pierced nipples, stopping after a moment to position the wicks transecting her sensitive buds so they pointed upward then built up the wax layer over her nipples. While I did this the girls were busy between her legs.  They had inserted a large butt plug in her asshole and were working her toward orgasm with a hand held vibrator which didn’t take to long.  Even though the woman fought against it, the girls were far too skilled at sexual stimulation to allow her any respite and aggressively attacked her sensitive bud post orgasm as the woman begged them to stop, but they forced her onward and before many minutes passed they had forced a second and then a whole series of climaxes from the confused and tormented woman.  She hated us for torturing her.  Her body was in more pain than she’d ever known and yet we forced her to climax more than she’d ever known she was capable of doing. 

 

When the girls had forced sexual responses from her tormented and over-stimulated clitoris until she was climaxing almost at any touch Nee came to me while Yule continued the stimulation and said she was ready to be pussy whipped.  Together we walled over to the selection of floggers and whips.  I picked up a flogger, but Nee shook her head, handing me the most severely punishing tool I had ever seen.  While only seven feet long including the handle, the 4 ends were fitted with large metal barbs, designed to tear and cut.   I had Nee show the woman the nasty tips of the whip and then explain that I was going to light the wicks in her nipples and the only way to put them out was for her to beg me to use the whip on her nipples.  Her eyes rolled in panic casting about the room as if looking for escape but there would be none and she was bound tightly.  My cock was solid and hard and thought about fucking her ass whole before starting but Nee read my thought and said, ”She doesn’t deserve your cock, we will take care of all your needs.”

 

So moving to the foot of table the woman was restrained on I asked Yule to stop and she moved out of the way leaving the woman’s sex exposed and wet.  I asked Nee to light the wicks and she grinned wickedly delighting in the pains she was about to cause.  The woman was wild when Nee lit both ends of each wick even though the flame was not even touching the skin – yet!  She was so distracted by being set aflame that she didn’t see me prepare the first blow, but the ends of the whip cutting into her shaved vulva and clitoral hood awoke her to the fact. 

 

Her body was so trained to respond after the last several minutes that she climaxed in the micro-second before the pain sensations reached her brain.  We all laughed at her contorted and screaming form, clearly confused by the mixed sensations forced upon her.  I altered my aim the next few blows working to get the weighted tips inside her vaginal opening, learning to flex my hand back after impact and soon was rewarded by seeing her whole vulva and thighs split by score of lacerations that bled freely as she screamed non- stop but the candles wicks were still burning and soon the pain in her nipples would get her attention.

 

My next stroke of the whip caught the base of the but plug as I pulled it back and it ripped violently out of anus causing the loudest scream yet, followed by a trickle of fresh blood form her torn opening.  Suddenly the flame was low enough to her skin to cause pain and she began screaming for us to put it out. 

 

Do you want the whip? Nee asked?

 

“Anything?  Please!” More screams and begging.

 

Taking aim at her left breast I flailed the whip into it jerking back, ripping and tearing her already abused orbs.  The flame faltered and recovered.  I brought the whip down and second and third time before the tiny flame died.  Then I aimed for the other nipple.  Here the wax was well alight the whole dark nipple glowing pink in the light.  It took several strokes to fully extinguish the flames and by the time I finished the woman as lying incoherent and limp, mumbling unintelligibly.  Nee called for the attendant to come and take her to the government hospital prison wing and they quickly carry her out.

 

I looked at Yule and she is rubbing her self and cupping her breasts with her other hand.  My cock is still hard and I realize that it wasn’t about sex as much as power, but now I want to use the power of sex for mutual pleasure rather than pain.  Yule and Nee come and walk with me back toward out quarters.  Nee stops up by a otherwise plain door and opens a small viewing window and I realize it is one way glass.  She motions me to look in and there laying nude on a bed is one of the most perfectly formed young women I’ve ever seen, her large firm breasts pointing skyward, nipples topping them like snow on mountains and a flat belly and shaved vulva making her look like a painting of Venus.

Nee shuts the viewing window and we walk along. 

 

“Who was that?” I ask.

 

“That is the woman’s daughter.  She is 17 and she is your tomorrow.”

 

Part two, depending on the comments.

 

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I noticed at this, Emma licking her lips and an mmh escaped her lips. “Like the taste of cum, do we?” I asked. She never even turned her head as she nodded, obviously to engrossed in the scenes before her. I reached over and placed my hand just above her knee. Just a small amount of pressure was needed to have her open her legs. I climbed down on to my knees and crawled between her legs. I began kissing lightly her thighs and started traveling those kisses towards her panty covered cunt.

She opened her legs even wider; her breathing became laboured as my butterfly light kisses covered the expanse of her thigh, almost reached her panty line I stopped. I heard from somewhere above my head the sigh and suddenly felt a hand trying to coax my head back into contact with her thigh. I resisted, backed away slightly before beginning again on her other thigh just above her knee. She visibly relaxed upon my resumption; already I could see the growing dark patch at the entrance to her cunt as her juices soaked into her white cotton panties. Higher and higher I gently kissed, until my nose made contact with the wet patch in her knickers. She gave an involuntary shudder causing my nose to rub against her cunt. I heard “Oh, yes Ray, take me to heaven” This time I deliberately press my nose to her sweet smelling Cunt, for me there is no finer smell than a freshly aroused pussy, except made be a freshly fucked one.

Rhythmically slowly nodding my head had my nose brushing against her pussy lips and clit. I noted her breathing becoming short rasping breaths. Suddenly I pulled away and sat on my heels. Her eyes flew open and she looked longingly at me. “You want me to continue, slut” I asked. She simply nodded. “What do I get in return, bitch” I added. “Whatever you command of me, master is yours, no reservations or restrictions!” she replied. “Prove your obedience to me, my cum slut” I demanded. “How master?” she sighed. Go into Eleanor’s room and find her Strap on Cock, remove all your clothes and put on the rubber dick, then return!” I said. She immediately got up and slowly removed her clothes, before going out of the living room. About 5 minutes later she returned with the black strap on cock fastened around her waist. “You want me to fuck you, Master” she asked. “Not me, slut, But George!” I pointed out.

Her face went white as she said “But Teresa would kill me!” I replied “No she won’t because she will be eager to lick this rubber cock clean afterwards, trust me” I then stood up and taking Emma’s hand walked her into Teresa’s Room. Teresa and Eleanor were still rocking against each other as yet another climax neared. “Master, please may we stop now, our cunts are sore and we could not manage another cum tonight” Teresa pleaded. “That depends!” I responded. “On what?” Teresa replied. “On you, Teresa, you see Emma here has this big black rubber strap on dick, I want her to fuck George’s arse with it?” I responded. “Ok, Master, George will let her or face my wrath!” Teresa answered. “Not so fast!” I chided. “You must then clean this rubber cock with your mouth, when she has finished” I informed her. Teresa looked at me and shook her head, “No, no, never” she insisted. “Fair enough!” I responded. “Then let’s see what you say in an hour’s time after I increase the speed of these three vibrators” I warned.

I immediately set about turning up the speed of the vibrators, when I heard “You stupid bitch. Let her fuck him and if need be we would both lick it clean. My cunt can not take much more of this buzzing from the inside of my arse” Eleanor rasped. “Oh no, Eleanor, Teresa must clean the cock herself!” I offered. “I have other plans for you, look at George he desperately wants his arse fucked and by the look of the amount of cum on the front of his uniform, he will need you to lick his cock clean!” I stated. “Well what is it to be, Teresa, do you still say no!” I asked. Between the grunts of her next orgasm she wilted and said “Yes, ok Yes, whatever you want me to do Master I will do, just give our cunts a rest, pleeeeeaaasssse” she slurred the last word as yet another violent orgasm gripped her.

“I am not sure you mean it!” I chided. “I do master, please my body, mind and soul are yours to command” she begged. “Very well. But you had better not go back on this! Or your arse will be marked for life” I warned. I turned the vibrators off, walked around behind George and said “Well you won’t be needing this for now!” as I removed the butt plug. Emma came beside me and smiled, “My boyfriend often wanted me to slide a finger into his arse, when he was fucking me, I always thought it gross.” She said. “But looking at George’s open anal ring, waiting for this rubber cock, I think I have learned a lesson now, I should never jump to conclusions with out trying something” she added.

She then eased the black cock into George’s arse. Teresa said “Go fuck him hard girl” as Emma began her thrusts. I was not long before George was begging for harder and harder thrust. He suddenly announced “OH my God, I am Cumming again! That’s the fifth time I have come tonight!”

Emma continued to fuck George for a little while longer, before pulling out and sticking the black rubber cock in Teresa’s face. Teresa did not hesitate, but began licking the cock clean. I undid George’s handcuffs and led him round to Eleanor’s side. She twisted her head and began sucking up the white sticky goo that surrounds his prick. I smiled at Emma and Said “See just one big happy fucking family” I then released Teresa and Eleanor, allowed George to remove his soiled French maid’s uniform and announced “Time for bed said ZEBBERDEE!”

(For those not aware Zebbedee is a fictional character from a 70’s TV show in England called ‘THE MAGIC ROUNDABOUT’ which always finished when he said Time for bed)

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