3 comments/ 57637 views/ 10 favorites A Journey to Depravity Ch. 01 By: CafeExtreme This is a story from an event long ago. It was the mid 90s when the internet was just kicking off and all you could do on the very large mobile phones available was make a phone call. I was in my mid 20s then, much more slimmer all over than I am now, and my big boobs probably stood out more then, than they do now, given my much slimmer figure. Those boobs have always attracted more than fair share of attention. I use to wear my hair in a blonde bob in those days. Although I lived near the beach I kept my alabaster skin protected from the sun. I considered myself at the time sexually experienced and certainly open to experimentation. I had pretty much had boyfriends since I was 18 and had anal sex a number of times, a couple of drunken lesbian trysts and even a clumsy threesome with two guys. I was to learn though that my experiences were barely touching the surface of sexual activity. I was a babe in the woods. For about a year I worked part time at a restaurant and bar at Bronte, in Sydney’s eastern suburbs before I quit to take a “real” full time job with the government. I still visited the establishment as I got on wonderfully well with the owners – Maria and Lionel. Maria was in her early 50s and of Italian origin. She was vivacious, a little bit flirtatious, yet slightly demure, and liked to refer to herself as “everyone’s favourite Aunty”. She was carrying a little extra weight and she had big boobs that she would joke always got in the way in the kitchen, but were very useful at other times. Lionel was a few years older, slim and lithe with vibrant blue eyes. I am sure he was a real stunner in his younger days, and he wasn’t too bad now despite his age. It was one Friday night that a few of us had gathered at the restaurant early in the evening. After a wonderful meal my own friends, drifted off as they were headed into the city. I decided to stay back and give Maria and Lionel a bit of a hand tidying up as they were short staffed. Both of them had been having a few drinks themselves and they were bouncing all over the place. After about an hour or so, Lionel left to walk home with the evening takings and it was just Maria and I left. After we had finished cleaning up, Maria said, “Why don’t you stay a bit for a few drinks, I would love to have a chat to you about a few things.” I had no idea what the “few things” were and I detected something out of the ordinary in her voice and her gaze, but couldn’t put my finger on it. As we sat down and gazed out on to the street, Maria fixed her gaze to mine and then said, “Now that you don’t work for us, I would just like to say that you have possibly the most magnificent breasts that myself and Lionel have ever seen. We always loved to have you around. We loved fantasising about you”. I couldn’t belief what I had just heard. I blushed and my mind whirled in particular from the last the last statement, as Maria continued, her gaze now centred on my cleavage, “You must have men falling all over you, do you have a partner at the moment?” “No, not for about three months,” I said, which was the truth. “What no sex for three months,” she exclaimed and then added mischievously, “I hope you are giving lots of personal attention to your pussy.” I didn’t know what to say and I guess my face must have betrayed my surprise at such forward and lewd conversation. Perhaps sensing my surprise, Maria added, “Relax darling, when you to get the age that Lionel and I are at, you become much more open about sex and we have ended up doing things that we didn’t even know existed when we were your age. We missed out on sooooo much fun where we were younger. Even though society might consider us a bit old and saggy, I think we get up to much more than you younger people do.” I still didn’t know what to say, as I just sat there, stunned at Maria’s openness, but things were moving very quickly. “Once upon a time I thought a threesome was kinky, but now, it is very old hat, unless it involves some.... training.” Maria lingered on that last word and grinned as she said. I had no idea really what she meant by it. “Have you ever had a threesome?” Maria asked and I nodded. “What about... training...?” Maria again lingered on that word and clearly smirked this time as she said it. “Do you know what I mean by training?” she added. I shook my head, although I had some sort of non-specific inkling that it involved bondage style sex of some description.. “Oh forgive me for jumping ahead,” said Maria. I finished my wine quickly and very nervously and Maria rapidly filled my glass and hers. Martha then said, “You see, Lionel and I have this little hobby. It’s a bit difficult to explain how it began, but it is very kinky. We like to find a suitable female and involve them in some kinky activities, for want of a better word. We are into BDSM you see, and our hobby is finding women who we can dominate sexually. We have been looking at you for a long time and hoping that you may wish to be our next subject. We have so wanted to train you in BDSM, get our hands on your tits and cunt. You don’t have to answer now, as no doubt all this is a strange shock. If you join us we promise to take you body and mind to a place they have never been before, but will want to go again and again.” I sat there lost for words and I could see unbridled lust in Martha’s eyes. To hear such vulgar words drift out of a respectable woman and the offer of engaging in kinky sex that I did not fully comprehend was strange and a kaleidoscope of thoughts and feelings cascaded through me. I stammered a bit as I asked Martha what she specifically meant by BDSM. “All sorts of things darling,” she answered. “Whips, paddles, clamps, ropes and bindings, toys, various implements that you can’t imagine; I know this all sounds strange, but what I will do is give you our large Polaroid photo collection for you to take home, and a magazine that Lionel and I were in. You may not like them at all, you may like some of them or you may like all of them. If you know you don’t want to participate let me know now and we won’t mention anything like this again. Likewise, if you want to have a look at the photos and return them without taking things further, then that is okay too. If you want to take things further there may be some things that interest you and some things that do not. Let us know which. Would you like me to get the photos for you to do a little study with so that you can learn more about your potential training?” I paused but said yes. Not quite knowing what to expect, but too intrigued and the strange lewdness of it all was making me too horny to say no. “Fantastic,” replied Maria and then added as she moved towards the kitchen, “I don’t need to tell you that these photos are personal and need to be returned.” I was expecting maybe a small sleeve of photos, but Maria returned with a sizable suitcase. “There are lots in here and they are all more or less in order. We don’t film all of our sessions, just those that are willing. We have been doing this for eleven years now.” said Maria. The suitcase was quite heavy as I took possession off it, shaking with apprehension. “If you do decide to join us, it will be wonderful. We have been thinking for a long time about the things we would like to do with you. We will need some notice to set things up. We have a lot of things to do to convert our lounge room into something more appropriate. We do not do things by half measures.” With that Maria ushered me out the door but not before she grabbed me by the waist, spun me around and passionately kissed me. This would have shocked me half an hour before, but not now. I was beyond being shocked. I had butterflies in my stomach. “Happy viewing, I will ring you Sunday night after the restaurant closes,” said Maria as she blew me a kiss as I wandered down to the taxi rank with my unassuming suitcase. When I was in the taxi, I realised I was wet, hoping the grubby taxi driver didn’t pick up the scent. I was so aroused by the discussion not that, and desperate to see the kinky contents of the suitcase. There was no way I was going to catch up with my friends that evening; I had a lot of “homework” to do! When I got I home I virtually burst through the door, flinging my shoes off and making a beeline straight to my bedroom. I was already in a partial state of undress as I threw myself on to the bed and flicked open the suitcase. On top was a pornographic magazine, clearly not one found at the newsagent. There was a bookmark and I flicked straight to the marked page where the banner was “The Wedding” and below it was a much younger Maria, resplendent in a see through white wedding dress. Her big boobs appeared unnaturally dark through the flimsy material and I could see that they were tightly bound at the base with white rope. As I flicked over the page, there was Maria again in a series of photos, exposing her pussy and bum, both of which had some sort of toy wedged in them and held there with tape. On the next page, she was now totally naked and I could see how red and swollen her breasts were. Lionel was now in the picture, his semi-erect dick hanging out of his trousers. He was holding a riding crop and in the last photo on the page he was whipping the already engorged breasts. Ouch I thought, but was still strangely aroused. There were another six pages of Maria and Lionel in the magazine and I saw things that simply amazed me. I was shocked when I saw Maria’s big boobs clamped with weights attached, pulling them down, but was even more shocked, when I saw the same thing happening to her pussy lips. In another photo, Lionel’s fist was embedded in Maria’s pussy as she was tied to a table, Lionel’s other hand has wielding the riding crop. Almost involuntarily, my hand sidled into my panties and I climaxed at the barest touch of finger on clit. With that I closed the magazine and removed all of my clothes, certain that I would be bringing myself repeatedly to orgasm. I went to the toilet and then got myself a bourbon and coke as I settled back on to the bed and commenced having a good look at the contents of the suitcase. The number of photos was vast, and their arrangement meticulous. They were arranged in sets in envelopes each with a label. They started at “Subject 1” and went through to “Subject 22”, perhaps I was destined to be Subject 23. A number of envelopes had what appeared to be more than one kinky sessions. The first photo of every set featured the subject fully clothed and generally well dressed. The second was the woman holding a little blackboard upon which was written her subject number, before the photo sets unveiled the rapid descent into depravity. The second last photo was what you could call “the aftermath”, a photo of the subject naked with reddened and stretched flesh, while the last photo was the subject leaving in the clothes that they arrived in. The women were of various ages, colours and builds, there appeared no pattern in that respect. It appeared that Maria and Lionel were equal opportunity perverts. Looking at the depraved BDSM pictures turned me on immensely, there was no doubting this. I couldn’t leave the photos or my pussy alone for most of the weekend. I had no idea people did the sort of things that were in these photos and as I reflected I couldn’t believe that the friendly mature couple that owned and ran the restaurant where I use to work were kinky beyond belief. I won’t go through what I saw in each photo set but I will recount the most memorable. Subject 2 was a platinum blonde woman probably in her mid 30s and in her first photo she was immaculately dressed in a business suit. She looked vaguely similar to a customer that used to come into the restaurant. There were approximately 60 photos of her. In most of them she was hooded and tied to a wooden cross structure. Her smallish boobs were tied tightly and were whipped by both Lionel and Maria who were both dressed in leather. Her legs were spread and held there by some sort of bar and her pussy was whipped as well. In a number of photos a dildo was shoved deep into her pussy while she was still tied to the cross. A small number of photos were of the woman kneeling on a table, her boobs untied, but with clamps attached to the nipples from which thin ropes extended and Maria and Lionel apparently taking turns pulling hard on the ropes at all angles. Subject 8 was a much larger and older woman and there were about a hundred photos of her and she really copped a working over. Her large tits were covered with clothes pegs until they could barely be seen. A series of photos had her kneel on all fours, still with the clothes pegs attached, and Lionel’s fist deeply embedded in her pussy, her ass cheeks bright red as Maria spanked them with the palm of her hand. Another had Lionel’s more than ample dick in her bum, while Maria buried her fist in the woman’s pussy. Another series of photos had the woman with her hands bound behind her back, wicked clips attached to her pussy lips with Lionel busying himself attaching an immense weight to each clip by a cable. My eyes watered at the sight of it, and watered more as the woman strained to lift and by the looks of it swing the immense weights as her fleshy lips were distended more than I thought humanly possible. Fuck I thought. The last few photos were of Maria sitting on the woman’s face and pinning her down on couch, while Lionel fucked her. Subject 14 was a very petite girl with small boobs who I guessed was my age or slightly younger wearing heavy make-up. After the obligatory two introductory photos, in the next dozen or so photos she was spreadeagled on the carpeted floor that was covered in plastic, her ankles and wrists were cuffed and ropes ran from the cuffs to some hooks on the wall. Her bald pussy was being covered with hot wax as a naked Maria straddled her face and then peed across her mouth and chest, the camera catching a golden arc of liquid. In latter photos the young woman was also subjected to what I was realising was the ubiquitous clamps and weights on nipples and pussy lips. The aftermath photo showed the once meticulous make-up job had not surprisingly become a complete mess with mascara smeared and running everywhere. For Subject 18 I realised that nothing was spared on this woman and she obviously enjoyed the immense pleasure and pain. There must have been over 300 photos. Clothed she was an average looking brunette woman probably in her late 30s or early 40s, but clearly she had an above average pain threshold and when she was naked it was obvious that she had extremely big and fat pussy lips. Maria and Lionel used those pussy lips to their fullest potential. Clamps and weights were attached to those lips a number of times and heaven forbid, even a sizable bucket of water was attached to the chains that ran from the clamps. She was tied and cuffed in all manner of positions – to the wall, against the wooden cross structure, from a device that extended from the ceiling and on the floor. Her boobs were repeatedly clamped, roped, pegged, pulled and spanked. Her boobs were even squashed together by vice like devices. Her pussy was filled and fucked by big toys and all manner of objects including oddly shaped shampoo bottles, a lava lamp, zucchinis, salamis, and the handle of a cricket bat. At the end of the weekend I was spent, having become a virtual recluse in my bedroom. I had been alone and masturbating, obsessed with the huge collection of pornographic images featuring my previous employers and an eclectic collection of women doing things that I didn’t know could be done, or were done. When I wasn’t in the throes of orgasm, my mind focussed on the offer made to join the sexual world contained in the photos, a world which Maria and Lionel appeared close to deities. My mind flip-flopped between saying yes and saying no. It was now Sunday evening so I was awaiting Maria’s call, and I certainly had lots of questions. I knew it would hurt, that was obvious, but the thought of intense pleasure and pain mingling together was intoxicating. It was about 10:00 PM when the phone rang with Maria on the other end. We made a little bit of small talk before we started discussing what was obviously on both of our minds. “So have you been through all the photos?” asked Maria and I replied yes. “Do they arouse you and have you been playing with your cunt while you look at them,” she continued. “Yes, more than I thought I would. I have been touching myself most of the weekend,” I responded. “Excellent,” said Maria before adding, “What activities most aroused you?” “I dunno,” I said a bit evasively, “they all blow my mind a bit”. “If you do decide to join us bear in mind that we will ease you into things. We are experts in our chosen hobby. Some of those women in the photos are fairly experienced. We will certainly push you, but it is about extending your limits incrementally. We are looking for Subject 23 and we hope it will be you,” said Maria. “How long do the sessions last?” I asked abruptly. “Three to four hours, but with some breaks. It depends on the subject. The longest was ten hours, but that was unusual. You need at least three hours to get right into things” answered Maria matter of factly, as if she was describing a shift at the restaurant. “Would you like some more time to think about things?” she added. “Umm, can I come and see you tomorrow after work and have a chat to you both?” I asked and Maria responded in the affirmative. I had more or less made up my mind, but still couldn’t give the answer. I ended up not going to work on the Monday, I was simply too distracted and too focussed on the meeting that evening to contribute at work. I was very nervous when I went round to the restaurant but both Lionel and Maria appeared as relaxed as always. Lionel broached the subject first, “How did you like all the photos? “ “Amazing. I simply didn’t know people did those things and didn’t know that I would be so aroused by looking at them,” I answered honestly. “Tuesday is our day off as the restaurant is closed that day as you know. Would you like to come and join us for a session Tuesday week?” he asked. After a deep breath, I answered................................ “Yes”. Both Maria and Lionel nearly leapt for joy. “We will look after you and dominate you at the same time. You won’t be sorry, none of our subjects ever have been. We will put you through some basic training as we like to call it, nice and slow, but it will still be hardcore like you have more or less seen in our photo sets. We won’t be taking photos this time,” said Maria. “Is there anything that you saw that you don’t like, bearing in mind we will start you with some soft floggers and only small weights and softer clamps et cetera?” added Lionel. “I found it all fascinating and arousing to watch, but I am still apprehensive as to how I will feel and cope with being a subject myself,” I answered. Lionel and Maria reassured me that they knew how to look after new subjects, and that I would have a “safe” word to bring things to a halt if necessary, although they said no subjects had ever had to use it. You only take orders within your own boundaries at the time. Your boundaries of course may expand overtime like ours have and many of our subjects. Maria suggested that I should make sure that my pussy was completely shaved, and that each day during the week I should whack my tits and nipples with a ruler and pinch and pull on my nipples, particularly as I climaxed so my body became attuned to pleasure and pain together. She also suggested I pinch and pull my cunt lips and try fitting some bigger things inside me than I usually use on myself. Lionel said he would have lots of things planned for me, and if I was good lots of orgasms, but said he would like to keep the exact details a surprise. I could feel the eyes of both Lionel and Maria looking through me, no doubt thinking about what they would do to my pale and nubile young body when they got their dirty hands on it. A Journey to Depravity Ch. 01 After some more small talk, I departed, still with the suitcase as Maria suggested I retain it for inspiration during the week. I probably didn’t need any as I was wet again with anticipation again despite almost incessant masturbation over the last few days. The week was a slow one, as I was so focussed and apprehensive about the following Tuesday. I told my work I would be away that day for training, I guess, it was technically correct but certainly not the training my boss would have envisaged for sweet me. I had been masturbating during the week and had been doing what Maria had suggested, smacking and tweaking my own boobs and nipples until they were red and had orgasmed a number of times as I played with my pussy with the other hand. I found the intensity of the orgasm was enhanced as I roughly worked my boobs. I also fucked myself with some bigger than average zucchini’s. I was constantly looking at the photos, wondering what things would be done to me on the day......................................... A Journey to Depravity Ch. 02 The day arrived. I was up early and for the first time for over a week, I didn't look at the photos or masturbate. I certainly had second thoughts about going, but knew deep down that I was committed to submitting to Maria and Lionel. I was to arrive at Lionel and Maria's house at 11:00. Taking my lead from the photos, I dressed in my best and most professional business suit. Underneath, I wore my best black lingerie and sheer black stockings. I thought I would look the best for my brutal defiling. When I arrived at Maria and Lionel's house, I was greeted with them both wearing leather outfits I recognised from the photos. "Good to see that our subject has arrived on time and is very well dressed. From now on today you are to be called subject, I am Mistress Maria and this is Master Lionel," said Maria or as she was now to be called Mistress Maria. I was ushered in to a totally transformed living room. There I saw the wooden cross structure which featured in so many of the photos I had seen, chains and shackles handing from the roof, various crates and suitcases, and wooden chairs with restraints. Mistress Maria wasted no time in deftly placing a blindfold on me and ordering me to slowly take my clothes off but leave my underwear on. As I stood there in my underwear, Mistress Maria asked me to spread my legs. I then felt hands groping my boobs through my bra firmly and deeply. "What fucking beautiful tits you have. I have wanted to get my hands on them for a long fucking time. You are going to do everything we say and take everything we dish out and you will fucking like it," said Master Lionel. "Perhaps all those things that you have seen in those photos will happen - floggings, clamps, weights. When you finish here today your big tits will be red and the nipples stretched. Your ass will be red, and your cunt will be stretched. That is why you came here today isn't it?" asked Mistress Maria, her mouth only inches from my ear. "Yes Mistress Maria," I answered, but my answer was met with a hand grabbing my pussy hard through my panties and a stern rebuke. "Say it properly, say I am here to get my big tits turned red and my nipples stretched!" "I am here to get my big tits turned red and my nipples stretched." "What else!" Mistress Maria commanded and she squeezed me even harder while Master Lionel continued to grope and pinch my tits through the fabric. "I am here to get my cunt stretched," I replied, perhaps the first time I had ever said that word out loud, but not the last. The groping continued for a little while until Master Lionel suggested that I needed some flogging. My hands were bought around behind my back and I felt some cuffs of some sort go on my wrists, locking my arms into position. Then still wearing my underwear, the flogging began. I would learn later that it was a very, very soft flogger and I would in time become acquainted with much more severe instruments. But I yelped nonetheless, as my tits and my pussy were comprehensively flogged. My bare stomach and thighs were also flogged. "Looks like we've got a squealer," said Master Lionel. "We know how to fix that don't we," replied Mistress Maria. With that the flogging of my cunt stopped momentarily as Mistress Maria moved to somewhere else in the room before quickly returning. There was some fumbling around my neck and face as a ball gag like I had seen in some of the photos was applied to me. "That should keep the subject quiet," commented Mistress Maria. "Let's get these tits and cunt out so we can have a look at them and start to work them over properly," said Master Lionel. My cunt and tits were throbbing but it was not unbearable. Far, far worse was in store for me. Mistress Maria unbuckled the cuffs and my arms were grateful for the release. Unceremoniously my remaining clothes were removed. "The subject's tits are even better than we imagined," said Master Lionel as he fondled them, groped them, cupped them, and squeezed them - measuring them up for size. "And her cunt looks good too," added Mistress Maria. "I want you to cup your tits from underneath and push them up, keep your fingers underneath and your nipples exposed," commanded Master Lionel. As I did that, the flogger landed hard across my bare tits and I instinctively let them go. The sting was wicked but quickly abated. "Don't move, put your hands back where they were and push your big tits up, we are going to warm them up properly," commanded Master Lionel sternly. I was almost in a trance like state and simply obeyed when Master Lionel added another twist to the torment. "Say a number and that is how many strokes of the flogger your tits will receive. If I think the number is too low, I will deliver 50 strokes. For every time you let go of your tits I will deliver another two strokes," said Master Lionel. Mistress Maria momentarily removed the ball gag and asked me to say the number. I thought 10 and then 20 and instinctively split the difference and said 15. "A good number," said Master Lionel who proceeded to deliver the strokes. He did not simply deliver them constantly, but made sure I could not predict when the blows would land, building tension and surprise. Sometimes there were pensive pauses of what seemed like minutes and then on a couple of occasions they landed close together. Twice, my hands slipped away and I earned myself another four strokes in total for that behaviour. Each time a blow landed I bit down hard on the ball gag in my mouth. At the completion, Mistress Maria asked Master Lionel whether I had earned an orgasm. He replied yes and that I should have some jewellery on my nipples and I felt some clamps squash my nipples with excruciating pressure and also the cold steel of some chains that dangled down. I groaned. I felt two of Mistress Maria's fingers hook into my wet pussy and the palm of her hand push against my clit. The churning and gyrations of Mistress Maria's hands quickly bought me to orgasm. As my orgasm built rapidly, Master Lionel pulled firmly on the clamps attached to my nipples and just at the peak of my climax, he gave them an almighty yank and then held them there stretching my tits outwards. I nearly buckled over from the orgasm and from the nipple torment, but Mistress Maria's other hand yanked my hair, forcing me back up. Pain and pleasure ripped through my whole body. As I shuddered through the denouement of my climax, Mistress Maria removed her hands and Master Lionel relinquished the clamps attached to my smarting nipples. "You are one lucky subject to be allowed to climax so quickly, but it will come at a cost. I want to climax too. I will remove your gag and the blindfold, when I have done so, look at how red your big tits are already and then lie down on the cushions," said Mistress Maria. With that, my gag was removed and then my blindfold. I looked down at my tits, the clamps were still attached to my nipples. My tits were bright red, brighter than I thought they would be. Mistress Maria stood in front of me and with the help of Master Lionel was disrobing, she commented that my tits would be a lot redder by the time I left. Mistress Maria's tits were even bigger than mine and they sprang from their tight confines when released. I was beckoned to lie on the cushions. "This is simple, I am going to fuck your face, smoother you with my wet cunt. You are going to eat my cunt like there is no tomorrow" said Mistress Maria. I had licked pussies before, but not like this. Mistress Maria faced my feet, her ample thighs either side of my head as I laid on the cushions. I caught a glimpse of Master Lionel placing his feet either side of my hips and his sizable hard cock jutting out from the leather pants. My senses were soon enveloped by Mistress Maria's big wet cunt. She sat firmly down upon me, her asscheeks spreading across my face. She got comfortable and started to fuck my face, simply sliding her cunt rapidly across it. I did my utmost with my tongue and lips. I was occasionally allowed a gasp of air and told to make sure I kept my tongue out the whole time. The facesitting didn't last long and it soon got more desperate and violent. Mistress Maria squeezed my head impossible tightly and clamped her cunt down hard on my mouth as she came, screaming like a banshee at the top of her lungs. I squirmed involuntarily underneath her as she pulled hard on the chains that ran to the clamps on my nipples. When she mercifully got off me, I could see that her face and tits were sticky with cum. Master Lionel had clearly cum over his wife. Sensing that I had noticed the sticky mess, I was ordered to lick Mistress Maria clean. I licked her face, her neck and her tits before being order to kiss her deeply and dig out the cum in her mouth with my tongue. After I had completed this task, I was offered a big glass of water that I gratefully accepted. "I think we'll keep the blindfold off now while we tie up your tits. You should watch what we are going to do to them." said Lionel. He took the clamps of my nipples and started to deftly bind my tits at their base. I had seen this done in the photos, but the first think that struck me was how quickly and deftly he did it. The second and overwhelming thing was the eye watering pressure. It was more intense than I imagined. Master Lionel continued to adjust the ropes. My tits were still red from the previous flogging, but I could see that they were already going a deeper shade of red. "Tell me how much you like having your big fucking tits bound," whispered Mistress Maria into my ear. "I love having my big tits bound tightly. That is why I am here," I exclaimed. "Good, you are a quick learner for a new subject, but you still have plenty more learning to do, many days worth in fact." With that, cuffs were placed on my wrists, but this time I was ushered over to the ropes that were attached to pulleys on the ceiling. Ropes were tied to the cuffs, and my arms were hoisted into the air. "Excellent," said Master Lionel as he took in my forced pose, before adding, "I want you to look deeply into my eyes as I torment and punish your big bound tits, do not alter your gaze from mine until I say you can." I nodded and stared deeply into his eyes, and then the real torment and punishment began. It was gentle and intimately intense to begin with. I stared into Master Lionel's eyes as he lightly touched and caressed my turgid tits. Every wordless light touch was like a spark, words were not necessary. My cunt was getting wet again, nearly dripping I suspected. The teasing torment went on for what seemed like a long time, but I had no real concept of time at that stage. Master Lionel's light teasing touch slowly started to give way to harsher contact. I gasped each time Master Lionel repeatedly pinched my bursting nipples, and I yelped when he started slapping my tightly tied tits and screamed loudly when he grabbed and squeezed the constrained orbs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mistress Maria pummelling her cunt with a massive brown dildo. This tit punishment continued for what seemed like an eternity -- painful pleasure, my cunt throbbed. All the time, I kept my gaze focussed on Master Lionel's sparkling blue eyes, even as the room was filled with Mistress Maria's self induced orgasmic shrieks. Just as I thought my tied and tormented tits would explode, Master Lionel relented, but it was only momentary, as I would be introduced to a new anguish. Master Lionel rustled around momentarily in a quaint velvet bag as Mistress Maria commented that I was being treated too gently. As I looked down at my poor tits, they were brick red with a hint of blue, and it looked and felt like my distended nipples were pulsating. "Let's get a bit more serious shall we," said Master Lionel as he showed me what he had taken out of the velvet bag. In his right hand he held, a pair of wicked looking clamps that I recognised from various photos which I would later learn were called clover clamps. Chains ran from each clamp. In his left hand he held four weights -- two small and two large, grinning as he did. Mistress Maria worked the ropes that ran from the ceiling which allowed me to lower my cuffed arms. She then removed the cuffs and commanded me to bend forward and place my hands just above my knees. As I assumed the position, Master Lionel wasted no time in attaching the clamps to my already tormented nipples, causing me to wince and yelp before I was told to be quiet in no uncertain terms. The pain was extreme, but more was to come as Master Lionel clipped the smaller weights on each chain. He held them in his hands before he looked into my eyes and dropped them. It was excruciating and arousing at the same time. I expected that weights would be used on me, and the pain was more intoxicating than I imagined. They swung slowly, rhythmically pulling my nipples one way and then other. Master Lionel then went behind me as Mistress Maria grasped my head firmly and told me to hold still. Whispering into my ear, Master Lionel explained what was going to happen, "I am going to spank your young ass with my flogger and turn it fucking red. I have decided how many strokes I will deliver. Every time that I whack you, those weights on your brutally bound tits will swing around wildly tearing at your swollen nipples. As this is your first time, we will let you scream and believe me, you will. Each time though that you let go of your knees, or squirm too much, the next stroke will not be from my soft flogger, but from my much harsher riding crop. We have started with the small weights, but I will change them after a time to the bigger ones. Then towards the end, Mistress Maria will put both of them on you." I must have looked apprehensive as Mistress Maria added, "Don't give me a look like that, you knew this was going to happen. This happens to all of our subjects, and even with both weights on, it is much less than our more experienced subjects take, and you'll be taking them on your cunt lips before the day is out too." I screamed as the first stroke landed on my bum, sending the weights wheeling and tugging wickedly at my poor nipples. A couple more strokes landed before Lionel really started to wield the flogger, stroke after stroke landed in rapid succession, Lionel counting out each one. By the time he got to 25, my hands had slipped off my knees and I had stumbled twice under the assault. Master Lionel swapped from the flogger to the riding crop. "Fuckkkkkkkk," I screamed and grunted as the riding crop bit into my already tender bum cheeks twice. Master Lionel finally paused his walloping of my bum and Mistress Maria removed the small weights, providing a moment of slight respite, before she clipped on the larger pair. The sensation was excruciating again, I could feel my nipples and my tit flesh stretched more than before, which was to be expected. Mistress Maria swung the weights and giggled as they oscillated and I groaned in time to their depraved arc. As the arc of the weights slowed, Master Lionel started to flog my bum cheeks again. This time he counted out 15 strokes with the flogger on to my burning bum. This time I stumbled three times and for my bad behaviour I received another three stinging blows from the riding crop. "The subject needs to carry some more weight," announced Master Lionel. With that, Mistress Maria put the smaller weight on as well and I bawled through gritted teeth as she swung them and Master Lionel went to work on my red ass. There were only five strokes this time, but three times I stumbled, earning the further wrath from Master Lionel and the riding crop. "What do you want to say to us now," asked Mistress Maria. "Thank you both for spanking my bum and torturing my tits, I am eternally grateful" I replied. For being such a good and thankful subject, we will give you another orgasm, but after that we have plenty more work to do," said Mistress Maria. With that, Master Lionel started to rub my wet slit, twirling a finger around my clit as he did so. "Lift your head and look into my eyes. I want to see your cumface. From now on, whenever you orgasm, you should always be seeing our faces in your mind and ours only," said Mistress Maria. Master Lionel's fingers danced around my cunt, yet again, it didn't take me long for an orgasm to build. As the climax started to take over my body, my involuntary shuddering sent the weights on my nipples spinning, and pain pulsing through me. The pain from my tits mingled and then was overcome by the pleasure blossoming from my cunt. I ended up collapsing forward and then on to the floor as Master Lionel's vigorous hand burrowed into my cunt and and fingers from his other hand pinched my clit. As I lay there recovering, Mistress Maria removed the clamps and Master Lionel commenced untying the ropes from my tits. I had no idea how long they had been tied up for, but as the ropes came off, deep grooves from the ropes were at their base and my nipples were throbbing. As the blood flooded back into my tits I gasped. "You can have ten minutes to recover. We will bring you a glass of water. We can finish the session now or continue. We want to continue, we have plenty more in store for you. You have come this far, you should keep going. We are very happy with your progress," said Mistress Maria. As they departed the room, I laid on the floor, thinking about the depravity I had been subjected to. My tits were sore, and my nipples were standing more erect than I had ever seen them, accentuated by the fuchsine shade that they now took on. My bum was sore too. Despite just climaxing, I knew my cunt wanted more, craved more. My mind craved to know what more was in store as well. On top of the physical aspects, the mentally intensity of the session was well beyond anything I anticipated. Staring deeply into my twin tormenter's eyes while they used me was intoxicating beyond belief. The rest was good and much needed. As I lay there I gazed around at the various implements and boxes, and the various piles of ropes et cetera that were strategically placed around the room which would normally have been a lounge room. Master Lionel and Mistress Maria returned with the promised glass of water. "We are not usually so hard on the tits of our subject on their first visit, but your big tits simply begged to be tortured. They are the best tits of any subject we have had. They were made to be tormented -- big, soft and perfectly round with big nipples. We have never used the clover clamps on a new subject before, and you have done well to endure them," said Master Lionel. "Have you decided to continue with the training today," asked Mistress Maria and I nodded in reply. "Excellent," they both answered in unison and Master Lionel added that they would be paying more attention to my cunt this time. With that, they both busied themselves in a corner of the room. I was moved from where I was and told to stand further over towards the far wall where Mistress Maria fitted the ball gag again and this time a loose black silken hood over my head. I could still breathe through it and just make out movement but that was about all. Mistress Maria fitted the now familiar cuff to my wrists. It sounded like Master Lionel had some sort of steel bar device I guessed, and my guess was right. As cold steel clamped around my ankles, Master Lionel explained what would be happening to me, "I am fitting a spreader bar to keep your legs wide open and to allow good consistent access to your cunt. Your arms will be stretched out to the sides and tied into place.Immobilised, we will use your cunt mercilessly. We will use it until you climax three times. If we think you have earned it, we will give you a moment of respite after each climax before returning to the task at hand." A Journey to Depravity Ch. 02 When I was in position, Master Lionel commenced slapping my vulnerable cunt with a cupped hand, each contact stung but sent a bolt of sexual energy through body, particularly when firm contact was made directly on my clit. There was a lengthy pause between each contact and Master Lionel soon subtly changed the stimulation by grabbing my cunt and dragging his fingers downwards, pulling it down as he did so. He continued to externally manipulate my cunt with his hands, I could feel my orgasm building more slowly this time from the harsh and deliberately variable treatment Master Lionel was dishing out. His hands worked my cunt in innumerable ways, grabbing, twisting, spanking, and rubbing. I clamped down hard on the ball gag as I entered the throes of orgasm and just as I was at the point of no return, Master Lionel's hand departed from my begging cunt. I was left to flap and flail against my constraints by myself at the very moment that I craved stimulation. Luckily I was too far gone and even without my cunt being touched I climaxed violently. I was given a precious moment or two of respite but my cunt was still quivering when I felt the sharp sting of the riding crop landing squarely on my clit. I only received three strikes from the riding crop, but each one was eye-watering. I would have screamed the house down had I not been gagged. I heard Mistress Maria say that she wanted a turn at my cunt. Slippery fingers replaced the stinging blows of the riding crop. Mistress Maria wasted no time in thrusting and churning two and then three fingers deeply into my sticky cunt. A fourth finger joined the others, and I was really starting to enjoy the methodical and deep thrusting from Mistress Maria. I heard her say to Master Lionel that my young cunt was so very tight, and hadn't been stretched properly but that she should be able to get her fist in. After what seemed endlessly forceful fucking with four fingers digging into me deep and then pushing out against the muscular walls of my cunt, Mistress Maria informed Master Lionel that she would be able to get her fist into the subject. I threw my hooded head back and bit on the gag again as I felt my cunt expand and then be filled by Mistress Maria's marauding fist. I had endured at least 10 minutes of Mistress Maria's fingers and then her fist delving into my cunt. Another orgasm started to build, and sensing what was coming, Mistress Maria rammed my expanded cunt even faster. I convulsed uncontrollably against my restraints as Mistress Maria fisted me even harder sending me hurtling over the edge of orgasm. She continued to fuck me with her fist even as my orgasm subsided before finally withdrawing. I was given a much longer respite this time and I needed it after two intense orgasms in a short time. Although I could not see, the room was soon filled with the unmistakable sounds of sex as Master Lionel and Mistress Maria fucked while I remained immobilised by rope and steel. After fucking to conclusion, they both turned their attention back to me. "It's time we got back to working on the subject," said Mistress Maria. "She took your fist, let's see if she can take mine which is so much bigger," said Master Lionel with emphasis on the last three words. He slipped four fingers into me easily, testimony to how stretched my cunt still was from the previous drilling from Mistress Maria. Master Lionel's fingers surged in and out of my cunt. Slowly I could feel him trying to work in his thumb, my cunt was slowly expanding further to take it and then with a dozen or so more churning thrusts, Master Lionel's broad fist was embedded into my cunt, causing me to bite down hard on my gag. Master Lionel fisted me slowly and strongly, my cunt muscles were straining against the size of the invading hand. I felt him nearly withdraw all the way out before plunging deeply back in. After a period of metronomic fist fucking, Master Lionel started to squeeze my clit each time his fist bottomed out. The twin torment was too much for me and yet another climax overcame me. Master Lionel did not alter the stimulation as another intense orgasmic wave crashed over me. I thrashed haplessly against my restraints at the peak of my fist driven orgasm. Master Lionel whipped his fist out of me as my orgasm subsided, commenting that my ruined cunt no longer closed properly. I was exhausted, but I was allowed time to recover, and then things continued. I ended up leaving that day after four o'clock. In addition to the events described, I fisted Mistress Maria while Master Lionel whipped my ass and exposed cunt. I was tied up again, completely immobilised while four hands pinched, groped and slapped my tits, ass, cunt and elsewhere. My cunt was clamped and small weights were applied and I was made to walk around the room and swing them around while my hands were tied behind me back. To finish the day off I was allowed to choose a toy from the toy box and finish myself off. After that Master Lionel and Mistress Maria became simply Maria and Lionel again and I was Suzanne and not the subject. Briefly talking to these two again after the depraved events of the day was surreal. I showered and got dressed, my body was red nearly all over. I could still see vivid clamp and rope marks on my tits. When I came out of the shower, the lounge room was almost back to what would be consider normal although the foreboding wooden cross still stood against one wall. On my way out, Maria and Lionel bade farewell as if I had been visiting from morning tea. Maria had one further instruction - that I reflect upon the day and write a brief note about how I felt about it and what I would like to happen next time. Next time, this was presumptuous, wasn't it? I nodded politely and was told to drop the note in at the restaurant later in the weekend or on the weekend. The content in the note and the events that followed are a story for another time. As I caught the bus home, my body, particularly my tits were still throbbing. I looked around at the faces on the bus and pondered whether any of the fellow commuters had experienced anything close to what I had that day. At work the next day, one of my prim and proper colleagues asked me how the training day went. "Well," I said absently, if only she really knew...