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Blood Money

By: skin art



Roland is the one who suggested I write this. So for him I will. If anyone else had wanted me to tell you my story it would not be happening.

Roland owns me, in more ways than one. This is not your standard Dom/sub relationship. It is a blend of business and pleasure. It did not start with me looking for a Master. 

My only child was in college. I had reunited with an old lover from my wild youth. We both enjoyed me in bondage and even enjoyed the S&M. He loved to watch my response, and I got off on the bondage and even more on the pain. He had grown to love eating me out after he fucked me. He really got off on the combined taste of my cunt and his cum. 

He began to wonder if all male cum tasted the same. He wanted to watch me as some other man fucked me. I wanted one man to fuck me as another caused me pain as well. I got hot thinking about sucking a cock off as another one filled my pussy. I ached to be double fucked as they used clamps and beat me. 

So by mutual consent we asked a buddy of his to join us. At first it was awkward but as our mutual lust rose, it became more and more purely lust, I didn’t care who was fucking me or whom I was sucking on. All I wanted was more, harder, faster, deeper. The rougher they were the more they made it hurt the harder I came. I seemed to have a high threshold.

We spent a couple of months luxuriating in our different kind of pleasure. They didn’t enjoy my pain just to cause pain, but because of my response to it. I enjoyed the pain as much if not more than sex.

I began to fantasize about three men fucking and abusing me and I talked to Alan about it. He and Todd talked to another of their friends, and it was agreed that we would go up to my cabin on the lake and spent the weekend in debauched sexual fun. I know it sounds perverted, but I trusted Alan to save me from myself and at the same time to enjoy my rampant sluttiness pushing me to the edge of insanity.

I wanted them to keep me sweaty and screaming. I told him I wanted a cock inside of me all the time, be it one of theirs or a toy. I wanted them to use my ass as much as my cunt. I wanted them to make me hurt, bruise me, beat me, even make me bleed a little just leave me aching for a couple of days after it all.

 He wanted to see me fucked out, to see me unconscious and exhausted, but he didn’t want to have to stop and clean up after fucking my ass or to set up my next bondage or torture. I suggested that they get the cabin ready during the week. Then we could spend Friday night preparing me and making me sore enough that I would ache the whole weekend after they started. He liked the idea of seeing me screaming in pain before making me cum.

We were not master and slave, but masochist and torturer. He didn’t enjoy the hurting me part as much as he liked to watch me enjoy it. 

With that as our goal we drove up Friday after work with a big bag of toys. My cunt was hot and tingling on the drive up. The only 2 good things that came out of my marriage were my child, and the cabin. Built on a wooded spit of land jutting out into the lake, my ex-had not ‘finished’ it when he decided to walk out. The lake is a big semi private fishing lake, not one of the larger reservoir and recreational lakes that you find all over the south.

It is a log cabin with bare wood walls inside and out. Wide covered porches stretch across the front and rear, both with rounded ‘log’ railings and braced uprights. Inside it opens into a ‘great room’ that has a big field stone chimney at both ends. There are two fireplaces complete with rough 12x 12 mantles, one at the north wall on the first floor the other at the south wall upstairs in the master loft-suite.

The kitchen wraps around the southeastern wall with a big country farm dinning table. The guest bathroom is in the southwest corner with a big shower, the room the only walled part of the lower floor. The northeastern corner is the setting room and the southwestern corner is the ‘guest’ room. A big iron queen sized bed sets in the corner. The front and back doors are in the middle of the building. 

A wide rough wooden staircase rises up from a slightly off-center position as you enter the front door. The master ‘suite’ was to be an enclosed bedroom with bath, but he never got around to finishing off the interior wall that would have enclosed it. Instead it was open along one long side to the roof and the rooms below. A long rough wooden rail spreads the length making it a semi-private loft.

The ex had managed to finish the 2 decks that opened one each off the north and south French doors of the suite. My master bath had a big porcelain footed tub that was free standing and sat on a pedestal. It left enough room on all sides that you could walk all the way around it comfortably. 

We arrived at about 7:30 the sun was just starting to sink low in the sky. Here in the sunny south it stays light until 8:30ish all summer long. I began to strip off my clothes as soon as my feet hit the soft sandy ground; by the time I had walked to the front door of the cabin I was naked. 

Alan laughed watching as I preened and strutted like a cat in heat. He grabbed a hand full of my long chestnut colored hair and pinned me to the rough log wall on the front porch. 

I shivered in excitement and want as he grabbed my crotch and began to knead and pull on my mons and outer labia. “Such a slut” He growled as he pressed his hard cock against me. 

“I ‘m a horny slut, Make me scream,” I growled back. 

He threw his head back and laughed. His voice echoed across the lake. He spun me around and using my hair he bent me over the porch rail, and with a hard quick slap across my ass he spoke, “Stay there. I want to see you in the sunlight as I work.” 

I giggled like a loon as he dropped the toy bag and knelt to pull out his ‘equipment’. I stretched over the rough wooden rail and rubbed my lower belly against it. I was so hot and so horny; I couldn’t wait for him to begin manhandling me. The rougher and more violent he was the more it turned me on. I spoke in a sassy voice. 

“Are you sure you can handle me alone? Hum, are you man enough?” I started to stand up and turn to face him. I caught a glimpse of the restraint cuffs in his hands as he sprang to his feet and like a wild animal pouncing on me.

I shrieked in surprise as he spun me and slammed me back against the rail kicking my feet out from under me. He quickly cuffed my wrists and then using his body to hold me still he chain first my right then my left wrist to the uprights.

I struggled with the bonds. It excited us both. He had the chain in place before I had arrived my tormentors had been busy. I was now stretched tight, my arms pulled taunt. I gasp at the pull in my back and upper torso.

He ran his hands down my body flicking my nipples as he passed over my tits, I moaned at the flash of arousal that flowed through me. He knelt at my feet and quickly cuffed my ankles before he kicked them wide. I hummed with joy as he pulled more chain from the post and threaded the 2 lengths into my cuffs.

I stumbled as he kicked my feet wider still and using the chain began to draw my right ankle even further out, happy with the stretched muscles of my leg he locked the chain and moved to my left leg to the chain he threaded through the d-ring and pull my remaining leg wide. I sobbed in joy as my muscles began to sing with the strain.

“Now my little bitch I think I will leave you to enjoy the great outdoors as I get my equipment ready to clean you up. You’ll be hairless and clean as a whistle inside and out before Todd and Ben get here.”

. He laughingly stood and grabbed my tits squeezing them as I writhed under the stimulation. He leaned out and lapped at my left nipple, I moan as it puckered up and grew hard. He move to the right one and I wiggled trying to push the sensitive nub of flesh at him, He released it and in a flash grabbed both nipples pinching hard and fast as he twisted and pulled them.

My cunt opened up and grew wet as I hissed in arousal. That was when he slid the remote control egg in and using his long fingers pushed up to lie just behind the mouth of my cervics.

He chuckled as he turned lifted the bag heading inside, leaving me spread and horny, that damn egg just barely moving. I stood on tiptoes as he took his own sweet time inside. I guess I spaced out a little. I hung there limbs spread wide, muscles beginning to sting and the strain, My eyes closed listening to the sounds of the woods and the lake as the wild life shifted from daylight to evening mode.

I was surprised and gasp out loud when I felt a hand rubbing up my ribs. Alan had returned. My eyes were wide open, my mouth a gape at his touch. He chuckled an evil low sound. It washed over me like quicksilver, reigniting my lust. I mewed as he began to stroke my lightly sweaty flesh. 

He had returned with a large tub of nads. And sat on a low stool as he began to spread the warmed gel over my leg. I loved the warm honey like paste being spread over my calves, and when he pulled the cloth strip off waxing away any hair I hissed at the pleasurable pain and sting he left in his wake.

Alan was a big strapping man a construction foreman. He stands over 6’3” darkly tanned with strawberry red-blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and a red moustache and beard. The pleasure and pain grew more and more pronounced as he worked up my thighs. My gasp of surprise when he rubbed his beard up my leg brought a chuckle from him. My pussy was a wet hungry emptiness when he stood up and moved to my armpits. I hissed in disappointment. His blue eyes sparkled with mischievousness.

He had been so close to my mons. He finished my underarms and then began to tease and pluck at my nipples. I stood undulating into his touch and moaned in joy as he dropped his mouth to suck and nibble on them. I gasp out loud when he stopped and began to blow his breath across them. I felt them harden almost painfully as he teased them. Then I moaned as he pulled his favorite chained-clamps from his pocket. They’ve big wide stainless steel jaws. The clamping surface flat but scored to grasp firmly and a thumb screw to tighten them. 

He slipped on the first one and tightened it to a pleasurable pain level then the second one. As I stood smiling at the electric waves of stimulation that flowed from my tits to my cunt he lifted both hands and began to tighten them more, at each half turn he stopped and watched me as I squirmed and moaned. Tighter and tighter to the point I was sobbing and panting out loud. Then with a smile to shame the devil himself he gave them one more quick vicious turn and I shrieked at the agony that ripped across my chest.

He stood hands on hips laughing as I twisted and twitched torso shuddering at the pain. But strange as it sounds my cunt grew wetter and wetter. As my body began to pump up the endorphins, I began to enjoy the pain and sobbed out, “Oh god yes…It hurts sooooooo good.”

That my readers is what I find most amazing, the more intense the pain, the longer I endure it, the more franticly and harder I beg for more. That was when he knelt back down and pulled out an electric beard trimmer and began to remove the longish hairs on my cunt.

Soon he had the hair the length he wanted, and I flushed with arousal as he spread the honey thick waxing gel over my most sensitive skin. As he stripped the hair from me, I howled with every yank of the cloth. By the time he finished I was on the razors edge of orgasm.

I was sobbing as he used a warm washcloth to rinse the residual stickiness away. “Please, oh god, please I need to cum, let me cum, fuck me please” Alan was what I then thought of then as cruel, he slipped 2 fingers inside of me and began to stroke and rub my g-spot, then just as I was trembling on the edge he gave an evil chuckle and pulled away.

I howled out in a long low voice that echoed over the water like an animal in pain. He picked up his things and moved inside I hung frustrated and aching alone in the dusky twilight for what seemed like forever until he came back out and unchained my legs Smiling as I stumbled and gasped at the flashes of pain in moving them after so long in the strained spread position. He smirked as I hissed with the fire that raced up my arms when he released my wrists.

He stepped behind me wrapping one arm around my waist and the other under my tits hooking the chain between the clamps he used it to guide me in the door and up the steps to the bathroom. Dear lord he had been a busy man. A large pulley hung over the center of the tub already threaded with a long length of chain, one end secured to a cleat on the wall, on the mat lay a spreader bar and several weights from his weight bench.

“Come here you horny bitch” He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me to my knees in front of him. “Suck me off” He grabbed my hair and yanked me face forward; I opened my mouth to gasp but instead got a mouth full of his rampant cock. I shivered as he pushed deeper, I laved his length with my tongue, and began to suck on him. He held my head immobile and basically fucked my face, I opened wide relaxing my throat as he surged deeper and harder. He turned the egg up just a notch and popped my face when I hesitated.

In just a few thrusts he was down my throat and shuddering with arousal. I sucked and laved him for all I was worth. In just seconds it seemed he came. His cock jerking and expanding as wave after wave of hot thick cum flooded my mouth and throat I swallowed desperately trying not to choke. 

When he had finished he held me there “Clean me you whore” he growled and I began to lick and suck him softly as he slowly pulled his now semi hard cock back a fraction of an inch at the time.

Finally just his head rested against my swollen lips and I kissed it sighing. I knew that I would not be left unfulfilled tonight. He would make sure I had come several times and would be well fucked before he let me sleep. It seems that the more times I cum the closer I get to having a multiple orgasm, that is a series of them one on top of the other. The first time he thought I was having a seizure.

I knelt shivering I knew what was next. The oh so deliciously painful and so depraved cleaning of my ass and bowels. He hooked a short chain to my right wrist cuff and ordered me to lie down on my back in the tub. I purred in anticipation as he lifted the spreader bar and lifted my right ankle to hook the bar to it then he hooked my left one now I lay there legs spread wide and ankles resting on the top rim of the deep porcelain tub.

He pulled the chain down and bolted it securely to the center of the bar. In seconds he began to hoist my legs up and my naked body slide down the cold surface of the tub. In no time he had me hanging inverted my fingertips a good 3 inches above the bottom of the tub.

He lifted the 2 circular weights threading the chain on my right wrist through the center hole and snapped the other end to my left wrist then he hoisted me another couple of inches the chain pulled taunt the 40 lbs. weights not quite touching the tub. I was stretched to my full length and swaying slightly. 

He began to hum and whistle as he turned I watched in giddy silence as he removed a large enema bag and tubing from his toy bag. He palmed a large anal plug and turned to kneel beside me. I gasp when he held it up for me to see. It was one of the largest they make a good 3-½ inches in diameter. He had customized it drilling a hole thru the center and sealing a length of enema hose into the external end and a big irrigation nozzle to the internal one. 

“Just to make sure you hold what I fill you with” He smiled, “Wouldn’t want you to waste any of the good stuff now would we?” 

I breathed a soft sigh, “No, I need to hold it. I want to be clean for you, I want you to make it hurt. Please make it hurt, make me scream.” I begged. People in the ‘lifestyle wonder why I craze the bondage with the pain. It takes the choice out of my hands. I can relax and enjoy the agony. It would never be as enjoyable if I had to waste my emotional involvement in the pain high by having to remember to ’be still’ or to hold a position. 

Being chained, roped, strapped in, up, or down gives me total freedom to ride the endorphins and the anguish.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be hoarse before long” He smacked my ass as he lifted the plug and lube behind me. I hissed as the cold gel was drizzled down my crack and he began to slide the plug up and down coating it and my puckered hole. Satisfied he began to wiggle the nozzle into me and when the plug touched my sphincter he started to twist and turn it as he forced it inside me slowly.

He would stop and pull it back out only to press forward again inserting a little more each time until he reached the widest part, he held it there pulling my now aching ass wide. 

Just to make me more nervous he stopped and reached into his back pocket. I felt the first blow all the way to my head; he was driving it in with a small hammer. Every blow vibrated through me 3, 4, 5 times then the plug slide home the neck thinning so my anus closed on it. The thick base holding my cheeks spread.

He turned back to the sink. I couldn’t see what he was doing but I could hear the water running and running. I hung there my back passage growing used to the huge plug filling it. My sphincter tightened back up and clutching the neck firmly. It seemed to take forever before he returned to my side. 

He held a bloated fat bag down for me to see. “Oh my god” I sobbed. He really was going to fill me up. He slid a step stool over with his foot and stepped up next to me I swayed as he hooked the bag to the chain holding me and straightened the tubing.

I moaned out loud as he bled the tube the water splashing loudly against the porcelain. My ass twitched as he connected the line. His hand continued to move just out of my sight, until suddenly I felt it warm and thick liquid flowing up my colon. It was a steady flow. That slowed and stopped. 

He spoke then, “ I’ll add a little at the time, until your ready for it.”

“It what IT?” I asked. 

“The big flush honey, when your ready I’ll open it all the way and watch as you fill to the brim.” He smirked. In a few moments he stopped it flow. I hung there thinking this isn’t so bad and then the cramps started. My spine bowed forward my body instinctively trying to roll up. 

As I began to sweat lightly and moan he flicked my nipples the clamps firing off fresh agony in my tits. That was when he opened the tubing again and more liquid flowed deeper inside, my belly began to feel tight. I glanced upward and gasp” Oh shit” as I could watch my belly pouch out a little. He stopped the flow again. Then began to torment my tits, tugging on the clamps and pulling them out, flicking them as I jerked and swayed. I began to babble and sob as my body was electrified with sensations.

“Hurt me, more please hurt me so good” I yelled. He just smiled and suddenly I was being flooded more and more liquid poured into my bowels I could hear the water gurgle and bubble inside as my belly swelled. At the height of this flood he opened the clamps and yanked them free. My body jumped and jerked the chain rattling as I thrashed in midair.

Sweat covered my body, my stomach muscles rippled and spasmed as the liquid settled deeper and deeper inside of my guts. My belly looked like I was pregnant. It was so swollen and distended. Goose flesh sprang up and I began keening and howling. Wave after wave of muscular cramps ran through me. I was in ecstasy.

Soon I was hanging limply groaning as my body shuddered and shook. I had cum from the agony. He left me hanging as he turned the egg up one more little notch. As I grew accustomed to it, that was when he began to lower me to the tub. As my arms began to fold he pulled them to the back of the tub. He lowered me another 7 or 8 inches and stopped to pull my arms further back, then he lowered me further. As my head touched the tub he stopped and pulled my arms up and over the rim of the tub at the rear.


Blood Money



To say trade was quiet was an understatement; it was non-existent, what with the big football match on TV tonight and the foul weather. She had been out since nine without even a single enquiry, which was most unusual. Tracy was a pro and she prowled her turf religiously in all weathers, one good paying punter tonight would make all the shivering seem worthwhile. Beneath her fake fur coat she wore only a black leather bra and very tight lace up leather shorts, she tottered along on ridiculously high heels, there was no mistaking her trade.

It was getting close to midnight when the sleek expensive black sports car drew up along side her almost without her knowing. Perhaps things were looking up at last, this looked quite promising. Could try for a touch of overpricing here by the look of it, a few extra quid would make up for her lack of business tonight. On her spiked heels Tracy, tottered over and bent to peer inside as the window slid almost silently down. What she saw sort of knocked her for six, the driver was not some overweight executive as she imagined for behind the wheel sat what appeared to be a very attractive young girl.

"You a bit lost are you love?" 

"I don't believe so," came the occupants velvet voiced reply.

"Look my time's valuable to me love get to the point," sighed Tracy annoyed that her brief hope of extra cash had been dashed.

"I may be looking for something special!" laughed the girl from the shadowy interior of the car, "I wish you could see your face, are you shocked?" 

"No, well, yeh actually I am," she laughed herself, "it's not a common sight around here you know."

As they talked Tracy's mind worked overtime wondering what was going on here, the girl in the car was all suited up and very professional looking. It would be very unusual for a female copper to run a job like this, more likely this girl is looking for a girl for her boss who is too far up his own arse or too scared to sort his own shit out. Maybe she was looking for entertainment for a party, function or something, which could prove very lucrative to a girl like Tracy.

The driver seemed to be studying her very intently, "what's your name?"

"Why? Are you a cop or some thing?" laughed Tracy keeping her eyes on the girls face watching for signs.

"No, no, but if I was I wouldn't tell you anyway, would I?" the girl chuckled throatily clearly amused, "so, are you going to tell me?"

"Tracy." She uttered it without meaning to.

There was something odd about all this, she had had no intention of revealing her real name to the girl, as a matter of fact she usually chose one at random. The girl oozed confidence, she knew that whatever she wanted with Tracy that she had the upper hand and could dictate the terms. Whatever the deal she could easily drive a few hundred yards and pick another bitch up. 

"Well Tracy, now the shock is over, could I interest you in doing a little business?"

"Maybe," sighed Tracy enquiringly, "wot has your boss sent you out to pick up a tart for him?" 

"No!" laughed the girl from the shadowy interior.

"Is it a party then, I have to charge extra for things like that you know?"

"I expect you do Tracy, and no it's not a party as such," even in the dim light Tracy felt the girls green eyes lock upon hers, "guess again!"

"Wot! The business like, is wiv you?" the coin finally dropped, she blurted out quite shocked.

"Yes, the business is with me Tracy," the shadowy figure added, "I can pay you exceptionally well."

It had to happen one day she supposed, her friend Linda had done several women and she swore they were the best clients she had had. Tracy found herself wishing that she had taken Linda's lurid offer to show her how one night when they were drunk now. She had to admit that the idea kind of repulsed her but the lure of hard cash had a very alluring way of making unpleasant things more acceptable. Lets see just how desperate this cool talking bitch was, sixty to seventy five was her normal rate, how far would she hike it.

"I dunno," she replied, "That's not really my scene, I've never done it wiv a bird before like."

"Even better!" hissed the thick sensual voice. 

"Look Miss, wot I mean is my punters are always men, I know what to do wiv a man to please him, it's easier that way."

"Really?" The girl was silent for a few moments then spoke, "I'll teach you what to do Tracy, it'll sort of add to the experience for both of us."

"Yeh, well, I'm still not sure it's such a good idea!" 

"Ohh Tracy my dear, I know you've got what it takes to satisfy little me," the girl flourished a wad of notes as she added "I also know I can satisfy you!"

Tracy eyed the roll of notes in the other girl's slender, long nailed fingers and submitted to her greed, "If you think so then yeh alright, but it'll cost yer."

Bent double through the car window Tracy saw the girl's pretty face light up with pleasure as she accepted her offer. Their eyes met and a jolt shot through her at the intensity of the excitement she saw there. In the dimly lit interior the girl's green eyes seemed to glow with reflected light like a cats did. A long moment of awkward silence ensued before her potential client accepted. 

"Okay then before you get in let's sort a few things out Tracy!"

"Like wot!"

"Like are you clean, like have you been with anyone else tonight and finally how much is your service going to cost me?" came the measured reply from the shadows.

"Right let's see, yes, no, and seeing as this is something out of my normal custom I fink about a hundred and twenty quid should do it!" the bitch would never accept that amount, she'd knock her down for sure.

"One twenty ehh!" sighed the girl thoughtfully, "do you think you are worth it Tracy?"

"Okay, you can't blame a girl for trying, a straight hundred!"

"One hundred, what do I get for that exactly?" the girl was working on her.

"Anything," she sighed resignedly, she needed the money, "anything you want honey." 

"Excellent Tracy," the girl laughed, "I like the sound of that, you may get in."

"Great it's taters out here!" she opened the door and slipped into the dark interior unsurprised that the interior light didn't come on.

"Please me well and I'll reward you far in excess of our agreed fee Tracy."

"Oh I'll try Miss," she peered across at the beauty revealed in the passing car headlights, "wots your name then?"

"My name is my business Tracy, it is of no concern to you! Miss has a nice ring to it though"

"Okay, nuff said, Miss!" she shut up; it wasn't unusual for a client to want to keep their identity private.

They drove on in silence; the girl paid her no attention as they sped through the suburbs and out of town. Tracy spent the time watching the road and occasionally staring at the pretty girl beside her. She wasn't alarmed even after half an hour had passed but did wonder where she was being taken.

"Here: aint we going a bit out of our way?" muttered Tracy as concern grew inside her, "you takin me home or sum fink?"

"No I'd never dream of taking you home, don't worry we're almost there, it's a discreet Motel I use for such occasions as this," stated the girl matter of factly.

Minutes later the car left the dual carriageway and pulled up in front of a brightly lit motel lobby. They were here then she thought, nervousness gnawed at Tracy as the girl killed the engine and undid her seatbelt. 

"Stay here sweetness, I'll be a but a moment."

Tracy drew a deep breath as she watched the girl get out indicating that Tracy should stay in the car to reinforce her comment. Tracy watched her sashay over towards the reception and was surprised to find herself wondering what the forthcoming hours held for her with mounting curiosity. She was not alone long the girl returned soon tossing a set of keys into her hand as she opened the door. She got into the car and drove them around to the rear of the motel where she parked and got out, Tracy sat there a moment unsure if she was to follow the girl or not.

"Come along then Tracy."

"Ohh, sorry."

Tracy wriggled out of the low car and followed her punter to the door getting her first good look at the girl in the light. She was dressed in a dark blue-grey jacket and shortish tight black skirt, which must have ridden up during their drive. Her long legs were sheathed in black stockings that were well short of reaching her skirt. The girl's black hair was loosely tied back, she was really a very attractive young woman thought Tracy as she tottered behind her into the compact suite the girl had taken. The way she moved and looked she could make a lot of money in the business Tracy was in! 

Once inside the girl led her directly into the bedroom; no time was going to be wasted on idle awkward chitchat. Stepping past the girl who held the door open she stared down at the double bed as she heard the door close behind her. A tremble passed through her, she felt oddly skittish and her pulse quickened as from behind the girl helped her remove her fake fur coat. The murmur of appreciation behind her when it was removed and the girl saw her body energized her oddly. Being a nymphomaniac helped in her line of business but she had never had the briefest desire to sleep with another woman before. Despite this she grew aroused anyway and trembled at the girl's touch on her bare shoulder.

"Very fetching Tracy," a thick husky whisper close behind "now, time for me to play and for you to earn your pay!" 

Turning to face the girl Tracy blurted out, "What do I have to do?"

"For now nothing," she was pushed quite roughly backwards onto the bed, "just lie back and think of the money your earning!"

Toppling onto the bed across its width she squealed as the girl pounced on her before she had even landed. Pinning Tracy down with her weight the girl showered her face with hungry kisses. Thinking what to do Tracy tentatively reached out to touch the girl's breast. Above her the girl drew back from the unrequested caress and before Tracy realized she was slapped once across the face quite hard.

"I said lie there and do nothing, slut!" hissed the girl menacingly then slapped her again, "do you understand?"

"Oww, yes, yes!" she sobbed as the sting smarted across her cheek but other darker passions stirred, "yes Miss!"

"I can smell your pussy you tart," hissed her tormentor, "you're hot for me aren't you?"

"Yes," she squeaked, she was not lying which surprised her as much as enjoying being slapped by this bitch did, "do what you want with me!"

"Oh you pretty little whore I'm going to enjoy this!"

"Fuck me!" she gasped absurdly, she could think of nothing else to express her desire, "fuck me Miss!"

Needing no further invite the girl fell upon her, fingers tugged at her bra cups hot lips fastened about her nipple. Her free nipple was tweaked and tugged and rolled between strong fingers, Tracy closed her eyes and enjoyed the intensity of her excitement as the girl used her roughly. The girl spent considerable time working from breast to breast and Tracy gasped and moaned appreciatively in earnest and not in an attempt to boost her pay. Tracy got great pleasure as the girl repeatedly sucked her nipple and surrounding flesh hard into her mouth then bit down quite roughly to rasp her teeth over the sensitive flesh in a fairly painful manner. As the girl suckled roughly at her breast Tracy felt fingers slip lower and begin undoing the lace up thongs of her shorts. It took mere moments before she felt the leather go slack; soon they were undone and tugged from beneath her bum. Tracy heard the leather garment land across the room somewhere but couldn't care anyway she was so excited. The girl had slithered from the bed, she knelt on the floor before Tracy's wide spread thighs and gazed at her aroused pussy. Cool fingers caressed her thighs lightly and she groaned imploringly.

"Does the filthy little slut want me to touch her?"

"Yes she does Miss!" whimpered Tracy beside herself with excitement.

"Oh does the dirty tart want to come so badly?" "Does she want me to make her come with my fingers or against my mouth?" "Is her filthy cock hungry cunt ready for me?"

"Ohh, please, yes, yes, do me please do me now!" she wailed eagerly.

Teasingly the girl touched her pussy with her fingertips, running them over her distended labia making her cry out in exquisite frustration. For what seemed ages she was tortured delightfully by the girl. Then suddenly the girl's hot mouth was on her molten flesh. Shockwaves went through her, she could only imagine what the girl was doing but it felt incredible. Her lover reached up and grasped her breasts as she began to come, spasm after spasm wracked her body in their delightful grip as she enjoyed the best orgasm she had known for years. Thrusting her hips wildly she rode against the girl's face feeling her lapping up her molten juices eagerly as she shuddered and shuddered mewling like a cat.

It was some time before she was fully recovered and she lay on the bed calming down, when she sat up the girl had removed her jacket. Still wearing her skirt and stockings and a low cut champagne coloured bra the girl came and sat next to her on the bed and stroked Tracy's hair.

"Did you enjoy that my pretty tart?"

"It was incredible," she cooed, "really it was awesome."

"Now it's time for the whore to earn her reward," the girl smiled at her "I want you to make love to me."

"Now!" she exclaimed.

"Now, yes begin."

The girl leant back and fell prone across the bed, with trembling fingers Tracy reached out to cup her breast, she squeezed it taking the weight in her hand. She watched the girl's face for guidance but none came so she proceeded as she thought best. The low cut bra exposed half the girl's aureolae and it took little effort to get one out. She licked about its rubbery teat tentatively at first until the girl lay back on the bed. As she reached to touch the girl's breast again she grabbed her hand and pulled her closer.

"Kiss me; whore!" implored the girl huskily.

Tracy fell over the girl kissing her full on the mouth passionately, she ground her thigh between the girl's as she did so and felt her moan into her mouth appreciatively in response. Spurred on by the reaction she bore down repeatedly against the girl's pussy pleased at the way it seemed to arouse her lover so. On and on she ground her thigh against the girl getting her more and more aroused until she thought she must be close to coming.

"No, no not yet," gasped the girl "not like that, it's too soon, stop, stop!"

Reluctantly Tracy obeyed letting the other guide her head back to suckle on her breast, soon she was eagerly sucking and nibbling on the swollen teat. For some bizarre reason Tracy got intense satisfaction just from pleasing the other girl, she pawed licked and sucked at her breasts for some time eliciting soft cries and gasps from her partner. Growing more adventurous she tugged the girl's skirt up to her ribs. Beneath the skirt the girl wore a scanty pair of lace panties, they hardly covered her mound, Tracy noted that they were saturated already. Crawling backwards Tracy knelt between the girl's legs and stared in fascination at the girl's pussy through the champagne coloured lace. 

From the saturated lace triangle the most intoxicating musky odour overcame her senses. It drove her wild with the desire to taste it. Her fingers shook as she peeled the flimsy garment to one side to gaze on her lover's pussy in all its glory, it did in deed look tantalisingly inviting. The desire to taste it was overwhelming; she had to kiss it to sample its promised flavour. Before her the girl lay spread out, she had gripped the bed clothing in her outspread hands and mewled softly as Tracy's fingers brushed her hairless pussy. She wanted to torment the girl to pay her back for earlier but couldn't stop herself. 

She fell prone between the girl's thighs pressing her mouth to her pussy and began licking at it voraciously, as promised the taste was incredible. Pushing her tongue into the girl she explored her intimately feasting on her copious juices as she did so. Soon the girl was bucking and writhing before her, as Tracy had been shortly earlier. She had the bed clothed all rucked up around them as she gripped and tugged them in her frenzied dance of lust. Tracy felt a hand urgently grab her head pulling her close and the girl's guttural cries urging her on. She bit down on the girl's pussy and she came at that very moment in a maelstrom of thrashing limbs and convulsing waves that frightened Tracy who was thrown from the bed by the intensity of the girls actions.

Fascinated she watched the girl orgasm for a few moments then as she calmed a little she leant forwards and once more began to eat her out. The girl had literally spurted juice as she came and Tracy hungrily lapped it up before once more assaulting the girl's pussy properly. She worked her way around the girl's pussy paying every square centimetre attention until once again she felt the girl's hand grab her head. This time though she was drawn up over the girl till they were face to face.

"Hi," she whispered feeling stupid as she did so.

"Thank you Tracy."

"Was I good?" for some reason she needed to know.

"Oh yes very good my dear," smiled the girl warmly "so good in fact I think I may give you something extra." 

"Really, wow!"

"Now be a dear and run us a shower, I'll join you in a moment."

Tracy rolled from the bed and trotted into the bathroom, this could be a set up she realised. Slipping her bra off she started the shower and let it settle but did not enter. She glanced around the door more than a little suspicious that the girl may be planning to leave her there unpaid and with the motel bill to suit. To her relief the girl wasn't dressing to sneak off, she had stood up and was undressing with her back to Tracy, She was magnificent thought Tracy feeling herself blush, confused she returned to the shower sure that she could trust the other woman.

The girl joined her shortly beneath the hot cascade, smiling she slipped into the cubicle and slid the door closed behind her. She came to her; everything seemed so right, like long time lovers they soaped each other down teasing and touching each other intimately. Things got more intense and soon Tracy found herself once more highly aroused. In the hot steamy confines of the shower she fought for each excited breath as they slithered and squirmed together. She was the girl's plaything, the girl had full control over her and she loved it. This was so incredibly different from anything she had experienced, sex with a girl couldn't explain this there had to be more, there was as she was soon to find out.

The girl had slithered behind her; she surrendered to the dark desires that bubbled heatedly to the surface. Growing increasingly excited Tracy cried out as she was pinned firmly against the cold tiling. The girl's hips and belly thrust ardently against her buttocks and back grinding her against the tiling. She felt she was being crushed breathless against the slippery cold wall and it excited her beyond belief. Pinned by the girl Tracy spread her arms up and tried to hold onto the sidewalls for balance as the girl toyed with her. The girl swept her wet hair from the back of her neck and kissed it, it felt so good so very, very good she thought she may come there and then. No thought of resistance entered her mind as a hand gently took hold of her head and tipped her head back slightly, and the kisses moved to the side of her throat. She shuddered with excitement each time her throat was kissed.

"I want you Tracy!" the girl cried out pleadingly, "be mine!"

"Yes ohh yes Miss!" she wailed frantically through ragged gasps of excitement.

"Thank you my love!"




Blood Money



Tracy moaned appreciatively as the girl's hot lips fastened at her throat and she thrust back her hips encouragingly against her lover in the cascading water. Her pulse quickened and pounded eagerly as the flesh of her throat was drawn into the delightful love bite the girl was giving her. Tracy was whimpering with delight at the intensity of her arousal when she felt a moment of pain as the girl bit down on her flesh.

"Yow!" she wailed alarmed but still unaware what was happening, "what the fu... Ooohh!"

Briefly she yelped in protest briefly before the incapacitating tingling began, it built up in moments seemingly paralysing her, it grew in intensity about her throat then exploded ferociously, an exquisite tidal wave of pleasure swept through her quivering body swamping every extremity. It had the effect of rendering her helpless overloading her nervous system and bringing her what seemed like an orgasm of unbelievably intense strength. Pinned against the wall she gurgled breathlessly, her senses swam in welcome confusion as the creature bit down again at her throat then drank deeply of her vibrant life force. Somewhere deep inside Tracy a tiny voice screamed in protest but was drowned by the tsunami of pleasure that swept through her. She was held there shuddering with rapture against the tiling helpless as the creature fed from her.

Once sated the girl broke away leaving Tracy reeling senselessly, her head lolled as it was released. Through oddly focusing eyes Tracy saw her blood splattered across the tiling mixing and running in rivulets with the cascading water. Gripped by a strange giddiness she lolled her head back, almost falling she watched her lover's blood smeared pretty face smiling contentedly at her. Tracy's mind swam confusedly; she felt totally exhausted, everything was a lovely warm blur. Weak and paralysed she managed to turn about with a great effort and stood precariously propped against the wall watching the girl shower the blood off her gorgeous form.

She had no strength left to draw upon, attempting to move from her propped up position lost Tracy her balance and she slid slowly to end in a crumpled heap on the floor of the shower. Her strength ebbed and her body began to shut down, she watched her own blood swirling round the plughole until she passed out.

In a fragile physical state Tracy awoke, her body felt battered, her head hurt like hell, she was totally confused. Some parts of what she hoped was last nights memories were a foggy blur, others were very clear. What she did know was that she had experienced several of the most mind blowing climaxes she could imagine, if that was what lesbian sex was like she wanted more she chuckled to herself. Rolling her aching body over eventually she saw the stack of money on the bedside table and the note beside it. Instinctively she counted the money first; there was two hundred and fifty pounds there. The girl must have been more than pleased with her to tip her so much. She picked up the note and read its beautifully scripted contents.

Hi Tracy! my little whore,

Sorry I couldn't stay to see you wake, I hope I wasn't to rough for you and everything's okay. I've booked the room for a couple of extra nights for you if you want them, it's all paid for so do not worry about the cost.

I'm afraid you'll have to make your own way back to town so I've added a little extra to your fee to compensate you.

I hope you don't mind but I took your mobile number so I can contact you again when I want you. 

P.S. there are some headache tablets in the bathroom.

With a passion!

R.

Her head pounded in response to her exertions but she staggered from the bed into the bathroom to find the tablets. As her eyes fell on the shower a strange feeling swept through her, it was a mix of excitement and dread and puzzled her. As she made herself presentable she couldn't understand the excited dread she felt each time she cast her gaze its way.

None the less she stayed for the two nights and made quite a small fortune during her stay. Something in her had changed she seemed to need to have as much sex as she possibly could and to get paid for it was a bonus. Sadly though she couldn't achieve any gratification from any of her clients, which she found most odd. As time passed and she returned home to her normal haunts she often checked her mobile for messages strangely hopeful the girl would ring. 



Blood Money Ch. 02



I’m back. Thank god for voice activated word processors. I’m a little tied up right now. Roland is anxious for me to continue, He is here with me listening to my confession. Be assured I will be telling the truth, all of it. He knows the whole story, and has warned me that if I sugar coat or leave anything out I will pay for it.

Let’s see when I left you to serve Roland and receive my daily pleasure Alan had left me bound and immobile like a turtle on it’s back awaiting the arrival of Todd and a new player Ben.

Todd looks like a renaissance artist model. Tall 6’4” dark hair and eyes, pale skin and a lithe graceful way of moving. Not an ounce of fat on him, but not a muscle bound hulk either. If a human could personify a large jungle cat in movement only is would be Todd.

I had met Ben once to discuss what we wanted, and what I desired. There is no other way to describe Ben but a linebacker, thick, muscular, strong and quick. While not as tall as my other two tormenters, he has a presence that eclipses them. A silent power flowed out from him. He betrayed no emotions in his face, movements or body language. Think about the Secret Service guys that guard the President that is Ben. Medium brown hair medium brown eyes non-describe clothing style. What thrilled me most were his hands thick strong, hard but not rough like the other two.

I lay numb and drifting my body in a constant quiver as the vibe pumped in and out of my enflamed and swollen channel. I think I was past cumming. I just quivered and shook; I could no longer feel my arms or my legs. The clips on my clit and nipples had numbed them as well.

Dimly I heard Todd’s truck crunching up the gravel drive and I stared bleary eyed into the rising sun as it came to a stop and the two men climbed out. Both of them walked back to the truck bed and each hefted his bag then turned to enter the cabin.

As they opened the door and saw me, Ben sighed and turned to Todd. “Go wake that ass hole up and tell him to come here.” He dropped his bag and I heard him walk over to me. I whimpered through my nose as he lifted me like a suitcase by the belt around my upper torso and carried me to the dinning table.

All business he set me down on my belly, and then rolled me to my back. His face was expressionless, as he looked me over. With a deep sigh he unclipped my nipples and began to rub them as the blood exploded into the nubs and seared my chest with agony. As the fire died he moved between my legs and quickly opened the clit clip and held my hips as I bucked in blind torment.

When I had stilled and was calm again he unbound my right leg and then pulled it straight. I lay there tears poring from my eyes whining around the thick penis gag as his strong hand started a hard deep tissue massage at my foot and worked slowly up my calf. I bucked and howled as he worked the knotted muscle loose.

Relief flooded me as the pins and needle fire of restricted circulation was fading. Alan stumbled into my sight sleep rumpled just then and Todd walked past him into the kitchen. “Since you left her like this you can help get her ready for us. What the hell were you thinking you dipshit? We can’t play with her when she’s like this. Can’t tell if it’s what we're doing, or what you did that makes her scream.” He reached over and chuffed Alan behind his head.

“Now hold her shoulders down.” Ben massaged up my thigh and then lifted my leg bending my hip joint I arched up and if Alan had not been holding my shoulders flat would have bucked off the tabletop. Like a physical therapist he rotated my aching joint, round and round he rolled my hip until he was satisfied. He pulled the leg out straight and called to Todd. “Come here and hold this leg still.” Todd stalked over and grinning like a madman he slide his hands up my calf before he wrapped his hands around it to pin it to the table.

Ben revived the left leg the same way, and again if Alan and Todd had not been holding me I would have been flopping around like a fish on a hook. Satisfied with my legs, he tied them to the table legs, not tightly, but firmly enough to keep me still. Next he moved up to my right side and unlocked my wrist I was twisting and thrashing as fire tore up my arm. A fresh sheen of sweat covered my upper body as he pulled the arm downward, my shoulder howling in protest. His powerful hands again massaged deeply and painfully returning the life giving blood to my nearly atrophied limb. “Todd “ was all he said and Dutifully Todd moved to hold my arm down as he circled to the left side. Again He tended to my stiff limb as I cried and whined around the gag.

Finally satisfied he tied my wrist together and clipped them to the belt around my waist. Now that my body was beginning to feel again, I was very aware of the still vibe and the plug filling my lower body. So was Ben, he pulled a chair to the end of the table and sat staring as my crotch. 

My skin began to crawl as he stroked down the leather now buried in my slit. He calmly unhooked the front end and teasingly pulled the sopping wet leather away and out of my flesh. “Hey Dumbass, bring me an ice pack” He snapped at Alan.

Alan shamefaced brought him what he asked for and like a kid guilty of breaking the rules wouldn’t look anyone in the eyes as he stood shuffling his feet.

I sounded like a piglet squealing as he laid the cold pack over my engorged cunt. Ben stood and walked back around to my head and then mercy of all mercies he unbuckled the gag and slowly pulled it out, my jaw was locked open I couldn’t close my mouth. Those hands again began to massage and work my flesh it hurt like hell but in a few minutes I could again close my jaws. 

Ben left my side and headed for the kitchen. I lay there exhausted drifting until he returned. He perched on the corner of the table and lifted my shoulders then cradling my head he put a bottle of water to my lips. I drank slowly and deeply he sat still allowing me time to drink the whole bottle. Then he asking, “Feel like sitting up and having a cup a coffee?” I nodded, my throat raw. Tenderly he help me sit and placed a huge mug of coffee heavily sugared and creamed in my hands and stood watching me sip it. 

Over his shoulder he said, “ Get up stairs and draw a nice warm bath, add plenty of bath salts they’re in my bag” 

Alan headed up the staircase and Todd went to open Ben’s bag. Then he headed upstairs too. By the time I had finished my mug my crotch felt frozen. Ben took my mug and offered his arm as he said, ‘Lie back down. This will feel strange and probably hurt like hell.” I lowered my torso back down and lay there nervous and excited.

Ben was now at the foot of the table I could only see the top of his head as he lifted the ice pack free of my now frozen cunt. I felt only pressure as he pulled the swollen lips of my cunt open and slowly began to pull the vibe out. “Dear God, My guts were being pulled out through my pussy” I squalled bucking a little and moaning. He stopped and then squirted some lube on me. He slowly worked it around the end of the vibe. Again he started to pull it free. This time a little more was freed before I whimpered. Again he stopped and applied the lube. 4 times he stopped and lubed my cunt, after the fourth time, I asked, “Just yank it out please?” 

“You sure? There’s still about 4 inches inside.”

“I’m sure, never mind my screams” I grimaced.

Good as his word I felt his hand grasp the toy firmly and with one hand holding my pelvic bone and body to the table he yanked it free. I yelped, fresh tears running down my face as he shushed me and then began to work a numbing ointment inside me with one finger. Before long the throbbing had faded.

I was startled as he patted my inner thigh, “Hey, This one is a real mother. Did he lube it?”

“No “ I whispered. “Damn fool” He muttered as he walked over to his bag. I listened as he rattled around and then returned to sit between my knees. He looked up at me and said “Just relax I’m gonna see if I can slick it up a little then maybe it won’t pull so much.” I stared at him.

He held up a syringe with a tiny flexible hose attached. The hose was thinner that those plastic coffee stirrers. “But first I’m gonna numb it a little” He held up a tube of Ambesol. “Go for it” I grinned.

A deep sigh of relief filled the room as the topical numbed my burning rectum. Then I grunted as I felt him wiggle the little hose between my stretched flesh and the hard rubber plug.

“OHHHHH” I moaned as the cool lubed began to creep inside and around the neck. “Hurt?” He asked.

‘Ugh ugh” I mumbled.

“This will I’m afraid” He grimaced and I braced myself.

What he started to do didn’t hurt, so much as unnerve me. He was twisting and turning the plug. The more he turned it the looser it felt. Then with no warning at all he began to pull it out a slow steady tug. The burning returned and built up to the point I was ready to scream, then it began to fade. I heard the thing go ‘plock’ as it left my ass. And to this day Ben will tell you that he could see a good 6 inched up my ass, like a pink cave as my hole stayed spread wide open. 

I grunted as he slide a finger in and began to massage the peritoneum slowly the muscle tightened and my puckered hole puckered loosely closed. 

Ben unbound my legs and helped me to sit up, I sighed with relief as he unbuckled the straps around my body. Then he picked me up and climbed the stairs heading straight to the bathroom. “ Listen you idiot,” He said to Alan, “Sit right there and help her bathe. Then you stay right there and watch her. Don’t let her fall asleep and drown. And if she needs anything you get it or help her.” 

“Gotta pee,” I mumbled. 
”Fine” He said and sat me on the toilet. He wiped me and then flushed before he lifted me and slid me into the tub of very warm water thick with scented with sandalwood Epsom salts. I felt buoyant. I could almost float on the surface of the water.

“We’re heading downstairs to fix breakfast. You soak and relax, and you take care of her.” Ben pointed his thick finger at Alan and I in turn. Then he and Todd left the room.

I relaxed letting the water ease my stiff body.

“Hey I’m Sorry, I though you were enjoying it. I mean you kept cumming.” Alan stammered.

“ S’ok, Just needed to be unbound to sleep. You didn’t know.” I murmured.

“ You need anything?” He asked.

“Back washed,” I whispered.

Giggling he dropped to his knees and grabbed the sponge I leaned forward and began to purr as he rubbed and soaped my body. After Alan had cleaned me I lay back and drifted. He sat and watched so as Ben said I didn’t drown.

I was gently shaken awake by Todd shocked to find my bath had grown cool. He helped me stand and step out then wrapped me in a big fluffy towel drying me off. Still in my naked glory he walked me downstairs. 

Alan was sitting very rigidly in a ladder back chair at one end of the table, Ben approach me and walked all the way around me his eyes checking me over like livestock. 

“Feet on the bottom rung, bend forward hands on the seat” He said as he slid another chair out from the other end of the table. I lifted my right foot and set it on the thick wooden rung but hesitated to raise the left. Ben stepped over and placed his foot on the front bottom rung counterbalancing it and I stepped up as instructed, then I leaned forward, the top rail of the chair back riding just above my bare mons, and gripped the front corners of the woven seat with my hands. 

It’s strange how your mind works. But I began to giggle then thinking how much I looked like a discarded coat over the back of the chair, and then on the heels of that thought I blushed at my non-embarrassment. I was naked and exposed but the three of them were still clothed and I could have cared less, ‘what a slut’ was my thought. Then I began to rub against the chair back thinking ‘god I’m so horny’. 

Ben sat a sport cup with a straw on the seat in front of my face, “Drink it. It’s your ‘food’ after all the trouble you went to get so clean for us, we don’t want to put in anything that will dirty you up except our cum” 

I took a big sip,” It’s good “ I said.

“Glad you like it you can have up to 4 a day, and all the water you want. This is the same liquid diet that hospitals use for patients recovering from jaw and mouth surgery. Has all the vitamins, minerals and calories you need. But with the ‘exercise ‘ you’ll be getting you may lose a pound or two.” He chuckled.

“Can I stay on this longer than this weekend? I have a few pounds I’d like to lose.” I asked

“Sure, This is also what they use at some of the major spas for weight loss and weight control. I’ve got a big supply of them if you want” He answered me.

He walked around behind me moving things in the kitchen and Todd began to set plated on the table. I squeaked as Ben laid his big hand on my ass cheek.

“These will be cold, but they will make you feel so much better” He said as I felt his finger slip down my puffy slit to my vaginal opening. 

“Ewww” I hissed as I felt him slip what felt like a big chunk of ice up my twat. “One more” He said as I squirmed while he slid the second one into my sore ass.

“Hold still while they melt” then he playfully slapped my ass. 
”Oh, God, yes” I moaned.

“These are suppositories, made especially for tending to roughly treated internal areas after BDS&M play, mainly benzocaine and cocoa butter” He said then Slap, he popped me on the other cheek. 

“Jesus so good” I crooned.

“You like that huh?” He asked as he slapped my ass again.

“Oh yes!” I sighed.

“Then Count them bitch!” He snapped as he smacked again harder.

“OH that’s four.” I called.

“ Not the right way cunt” His hand lit my ass again.

“OHHHH!” I groaned.

“Start with one and ask for the next one after you thank me” He ordered.

“Yes sir” I snapped back like a little soldier.

Crack his wide hand connected, “One sir thank you another please” I responded.

Slam, “Two thank you sir, another please” 
 Blam, my ass was warming up in direct counter point to the coldness in my cunt and rectum. “Three thank you sir, Please more,” I sobbed out.

By the time I was to “Six Thank you sir PLEASE, more” I was writhing against the chair my cunt had grown warm and suppositories had melted making my slit slick.

“Seven thank you sir Please please more” I was begging and rocking my ass back to meet his hand

“ Nine thank you sir MORE PLEASE, MORE PLEASE, PLEASE MORE…” I was wailing. I needed to be touched I was on the edge ready to explode. 

WHAM” TEN BLESS YOU SIR MORE PLEASE” I yowled and writhed, desperate. Then he stepped behind me and wrapped in huge hand around my hips holding me still, “No more, not now. You have to wait you tramp.” He chuckled and I sobbed in frustration.

Todd stood and cleared the table of their plates, then came back to stand beside me. I whimpered as he trailed his cool fingertips over my now flaming ass. I stared at Alan as he still sat stiffly and very still in his chair at the end of the table.

I heard the frig door open and close then I felt 4 hands playing up and down my slit, I hissed as again a icy cold mini missile was slipped home in my cunt, And I braced as the second one invaded my ass. The hands withdrew and then with Todd on my right and Ben on my left I was lifted off the chair back and laid down on the table. 

Ben rolled me to my back and lifted my ass straight up as Todd slipped a thick foam wedge under my ass holding it up and tilted. Then Ben bent my legs and sat my heels against my ass cheeks allowing my thighs to drop open spreading my slick fuckholes open and in full view. 

Ben drew my arm out to the sides and I lay there like a sacrificial meal before them. 

“As I touch your body tell me what you want, what you need to get off. I will ask you questions, if you do not understand ask me to explain. You three have been delving into a life style with out a clear understanding of what you’re doing. You my luscious little fucktoy at least understand what your sick whorish body needs.” He trailed a finger down my throat. 
I wiggled and moaned at the contact.

“Todd has been wise enough to ask me some questions, but Alan the dimwit violated the number one rule. NEVER leave your ‘victim’ unable to communicate. If you use a gag, you use a drop signal, or a head or hand signal.”

Alan whimpered and I rolled my head to stare at him.

“I belong to a group of people that not only enjoy the S&M life but think of it as an ancient art form. Nothing is more beautiful that a 'victim’ sweating, screaming writhing in agony as they find the ultimate joy of sexual release.” He palmed my nipple.

“Stand Alan and show us what you are now wearing” Ben voice changed it was colder, menacing. 

Alan stood and gingerly dropped his pants. I gasp. His cock and balls were encased in a cage of tangle of latex, steel and leather. The cock bend backward between his legs, and twin latex straps rose from behind wrap abound his hips and buckle just below his navel. They were so tight they had embedded in his skin. Each ball tied tight pushed down in his scrotum. They were turning purple. 

They were then pulled out and up belted together touching over his cock nesting in his pubic hair. Then a rough steel cage/spring thing with several swinging weights encased it all, and stretched down the length of his cock between his legs. The whole contraption was held in place by a lock with a digital display.

“He will stay like this for the same amount of time he left you bound and unable to speak. Believe me after 5 hours he will never forget. Oh and if he decides to beg and plead for his freedom, it won’t do any good the lock is a timed lock.” Ben snickered “Should he try to damage the lock or force it off it tightens down another notch and automatically reset for 12 hours.

“Come here Alan let her see you close up.” Alan shuffled around to the side of the table small gasps and sobs slipping from his lips. I don’t know why but I had to touch him. I lifted the whole thing up peering at it then pushed it gently from side to side as he strained and sobbed with every motion. I held his manhood in the palm of my hand just staring until Ben jerked my arm back and it dropped to bounce and Alan fell to his knees wailing in pain.

I sat up and stared as he knelt there his hands cupping himself tears running down his face as he struggled to swallow. His face deathly pale and sweat covering it. 

Ben roughly shoved him aside with his foot, “Stand up you stupid prick” He growled and Alan stood slowly.

Ben snapped a cuff on each of his wrist and then wrenched his arms up behind his head and snapped his wrist together. ‘My… my pants. “ He sobbed.

“Step out of them. You need to see and to be seen. Now go stand at the end of the table and watch her as I explore,” Ben grunted.

I lay back ready for whatever game he wanted to play. Ben struck a chord deep in my soul. The others had been nothing more than toys that I had used, but Ben would bring me over to a new level of ecstasy. I knew he understood what it was I needed.

Alan stood trembling framed by my open thighs and gazing at my slick open cunt, as Ben began to examine me.

“Hummm,” He crooned as his fingers drifted down across my breasts, “Nipple pain excites you?” 

“Yes, it starts my body vibrating; it gets me ready for more.” I shivered and my nipples puckered. 

“How about breast binding?” He asked as his hand circled the base on my tit and squeezed.

“Never tried it sounds good though” I push upward into his hand. 

“Is your belly sensitive?” His hot fingers slithered down my ribs to my belly.

“ Not so much to the rough stuff but a light tickling touch makes my skin crawl.” A quick shudder raced through me.

“Like this?” He feathered his touch up my ribs and my cunt wept as my nipples grew to diamond hardness. I sighed shivering at his lightest touch. I could only nod.




Blood Money



This pulled me into a 45-degree angle with the tub, my arms weighted and stretched over the edge. Then he began to lower me the last time I was screaming as my body started to recline the liquid sloshing back down in my guts and the weight of it pressing on my spine, the egg now on medium vibrating away against my now flooded colon. At last I lay on my back, my arms pulled over my head pulled tight, my legs spread and held up on the other end, a huge plug buried inside the end firmly against the surface of the cold porcelain that was sending shivers through me. The egg now resting against the plug the vibes washing through me, this all set up another wave of liquid motion that brought on more intense cramping.

I lay there screaming as he giggled and began to prod and poke my swollen belly sending me into fresh torment. Time seemed to stop there was nothing in the world but my body and the agony filling it. He stopped playing with my belly and began to finger my cunt and clit, chanting at me, “That’s my slut, look at you whore, getting off on it, ride my hand bitch cum for me.” 

And I did, my whole body arching upward and I came like a rocket, the liquid in my guts and my raw nipples became part of a glorious orgasm that when on and on, every time it crested and started to fade, he’s flick a nipple or slap my belly, his fingers constantly pumping in and out of my sopping cunt and his thumb never leaving it’s circling grinding motion on and around my clit, as long as there was fresh pain I kept cuming. I screamed forever it seems.

At last he stopped and I drifted in a haze of over load. He unlocked my ankles letting them slip back into the tub and then unlocked my wrist flipping them back over my head to flop against my belly. 

I moaned low as the liquid began to sluggishly move. He knelt beside me and slipped a wide collar around my neck and snapped both wrists to it. Then he used the large o-ring in the front it to pull me into a sitting position, I began rocking and moaning. Sitting compressed my guts and had me struggling to stand quickly. With his help I finally did stand and then immediately hunch over as cramps seized my stomach.

With his hands on my waist I waddled over to the toilet. He had me stand over it one leg spread on either side of the bowl. I was sobbing and crying as he knelt and ran a chain behind the base pedestal and chained my ankles so that when I sat, my legs would be forced wide.

He stepped to my side and ordered me to hold it in until he gave permission to void my guts. Then just to torment me further he began the slow removal of the plug, only to push it back in, by fractions of the inch he played it in and out as I stood there quaking and begging him to please let me go.

Finally with lots of my begging and sobbing he pulled the thing out and as shivered raced over me I clinched my ass hard trying desperately to hold it. Just when it felt as if I either let it go or my bowels would rupture he put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Go, let it out now” 

My knees buckled and I slammed down on the cold seat, my ass spreading wide and the water began to gush from me. I sat sweating and panting. With every exhaled breath water gushed from deep within me. On and on it seemed to go. Finally he ordered me to stand I rose on shaky legs and within a few seconds I was squatting again as fresh waves of water poured from my ass. Several times he had me stand and bend until I was at last empty.

I glanced at the clock it was now 9:45. And we were just getting started. He knelt down and unchained my ankle then ordered me to walk to the dinning room table. When I reached the table I was shocked and confused. There were ropes on all 4 legs, sure to tie me down, but there was a big flavor injector, (I know you’ve seen them, a huge syringe that forces marinade into roast and things) a big bottle of olive oil, and a sponge vegetable brush the kind that look like a big bubble wand with the hole filled by stripes of sponge shaped like French fries seating on a chair.

“On the table my little cunt, face down and spread ‘em” he barked. I scrambled up and flopped down my limbs thankful that they no longer had to support me.

He began with my ankles and tied them tight spread to the corners, just my feet hanging off the tabletop. Then he moved to my wrists and after slipping the ropes through my cuffs d-rings he began to pull me upward stretching me like a medieval rack. Once he was satisfied he tied me tight.

I squeaked as he lifted my hips and shoved a pillow under my pelvic bone lifting my ass up. I watched in awe as he filled the flavor thing with a full load of the oil, and cried out, “Oh god no” as he began to slip the thing up my ass.

“Yes, my little fucktoy. Need to grease the chute. Make it nice and comfy for us to fuck you raw.” He slapped my ass as he pushed the thing all the way in then I felt it filling my ass thick and warm the oil almost seemed like an ointment to my freshly washed back passage.

He pulled out the syringe and lifted the veggie brush before he said, “And now to spread it around.”

I yowled as he seated the head of the thing at my ass and without even a fare the well he shoved it in then began to pump it in and out, like he was fucking me with it. I moaned and writhed as the olive oil moved upward. Just as I was starting to enjoy being sodomized he pulled in out and refilled the syringe I squealed as he flushed the second load of oil inside and then began to really fuck my ass with the kitchen tool. I was chanting, “More, faster, so good, harder, more, god so good.” 

He slipped his hand down to my cunt and added 3 fingers to my cunt a few quick hard strokes and I was cumming again. As I regained my breath he started to untie me. 

“Please tell me you have more in store for me, I feel so good now I hurt so good, make it last” I asked.

“You want it you got it,” He laughed as I sat there glassy eyed and flushed. “Come on let me show you the improvements I’ve made to the sitting room.” He helped me off the table and wrapped his arms around me kissing me deeply before he dropped his head and bit my neck. I squealed like a schoolgirl, it hurt so good.

I padded after him as he walked toward the fireplace. That was when I saw the shiny new eyebolts. He had mounted them along the mantle and the ceiling beams as will as the upright post that supported the lift and roof.

“Ready for a little warm up” He asked.

“Please warm me up head to toe, beat me till I glow” I begged.

He dragged over a kitchen stepladder and climbed up to thread the white robes through the eyebolts in the ceiling and I began to thread the ones that ran down the upright. Together we moved over to the mantle and threaded those. I was kneeling down threading the last one on the floor just in front of the hearth a light sheen of sweat on my face from the heat of the fire while he stood and watched me.

“Stand up bitch” he barked I stood quickly excitement flooding my body. I knew him, he had just had a new idea, “now back up arms to the mantle”, he ordered. 

I did raising my arms up and over my shoulders, but he stepped forward and slapped them down them grabbing a wrist pulled it under then up and tied it to the mantle this tipped my upper body forward and pulled at my shoulder, I hissed as he bound the second one the same way.

He kicked my feet wide and knelt drawing one back and even wider to rope my heel flush with the stonework of the chimney. This left me standing on the ball of my foot, and then he bound the other the same way.

Stepping back he smiled, I was standing on the balls of my feet, my thighs pulled taunt with the width of my stance, my upper body leaning outward and my arm taunt with the strain of my body weight pulling on them.

“Excellent” He almost crowed. “ Now let’s make this fun.” He walked to the toy bag and returned with a blindfold. I was quickly robbed of my sight. I stood anxious, waiting. I listened in a near panic as he moved things around I heard chains and leather being tested and shuffled out of the bag.

The heat of the fire was growing more and more intense, first my calves grew uncomfortable then my thighs as the calves grew hotter, then heat continued to climb up my back my arm, my ass now hot and feeling like my skin would soon be burned.

My body grew wet with a light sweat trying to dispel the heat of the fire. As I focused on the heat I forgot about Alan. Then with out warning, I heard the leather crack around my ribs and the end of the strap sliced into my back I howled at the first stroke. 

Then he began to work the strap up my torso the end wrapping around and searing my back he’d swing the leather strap alternating sides. I was in agony wave after wave of burning slicing pain. He waited between lashes so that the blow exploded and then began to soften to a burn before he’d strike again. 

Once he had climbed to my armpits he started back down. He reached my waist and stopped. I hung limply against my bonds panting, I shivered and shuddered as something wet and warm began to trickle down my back, was it sweat or was I bleeding? I was in heaven, my shoulder muscles pulled and strained by the bondage, my back blistered by his leather belt, my inner thighs and ass toasted by the fire behind me.

My lung slowed from the bellows like panting to just breathing deeply, the searing heat in my back became a warm glow when suddenly he struck again. This time he started just above my right knees the blow beginning on the out side and wrapping around the tip biting into the inner thigh I screamed at the sudden and unexpectedness.

Again he moved from side to side I arched up and forward as the leather moved higher, I was screaming “Please, Oh god, please” over and over the fire in my flesh centered deep in my core and built. The olive oil in my ass had begun to seep out and making my crack slick. My pussy opened and wet, I could feel it clutching like a hungry mouth. The egg was now slowing, and he had changed it to a random pulse. My clit pulsed with a life of it’s own.

The leather strap climbed higher and higher, closer and closer to my ass. The tip biting like a serpent nearer and nearer to my most tender flesh. I howled in frustration as it licked from the edges of my cunt to the crack of my ass. I shivered and screamed as it climbed to my waist.

A small hesitation and he reached forward to stroke my now slick wet cunt. I moaned and began to beg. ‘Please,” pant “ Don’t,” Pant, “stop” I shivered, “stop naggh”. I panted again, “more”. 

He stepped closer I could feel his shirt brush across my hard nipples. I gasp as he whispered in my ear, “Okay, I’ll Stop”.

Like a mad woman I scream “NOOOOOO! DON”T STOP! MORE! PLEASE”

I hung against the ropes sweating and shuddering as he laughed at me and again began to tease me with his rough hands.

“Where do you need it you sick bitch? Here?” His hand drifted over my ass. I groaned.

“Or maybe here? Huh” He stroked my back” 
 “No, please god my cunt, I need to cum” I begged.

“I’ll think about it,” He snapped as I felt him step away from me. I hung limp almost sobbing in anguish and need.

In the next second I was shrieking my lung out as he connected the leather with my waist again. This time no gradual side to side blows, He beat all the way down my right side as I yelped and howled he skipped over my cunt in a perfunctory manner, then when he reached my knee he snapped back up to the left side of my waist and began to work down that side faster and faster. He rested my knee and stopped I hung crying at the torment I need something anything to touch my cunt I have a small nova of nerves clutching and tearing at my very core to be set free.

Suddenly, I was blinded by an explosion of light, as he struck. The leather curling between my legs the edge cutting and burning my labia as it crushed my throbbing clit into the public bone, the tip biting deeply into the open weeping mouth of my pussy. I jerked straight up my body stiffening. Again and again he struck, each blow rocketing me higher and higher. I don’t remember him releasing me but I do remember my first multiple of the weekend, the wave after wave of pure sexual release that thundered through me. Each blow more intense my body’s reaction stronger, as the leather edge sliced into me.

I now knelt shivering, my inner thighs wet almost halfway to my knees, my arms hooked to the collar. I must be facing the fire my front side beginning to feel the heat draw my skin tight .I could feel the rough stone hearth beneath my knees and calves.

I felt him behind me his knees bracing my upper back. I hissed as he began to thread a cold metal bar between my elbow and the back of my neck then over to hook the other elbow behind the bar.

My posture now enforced my head up, my arms back, and my breasts thrust forward. “Welcome back you little whore. Time to finish your ‘warm-up’, the front has to be ready as well,” He purred in year. 

Moaning I was pulled to my feet as he hooked a rope to the bar and pulled it tight. I rose up on my toes. I gasp as he knelt and pulled my left foot forward I stepped forward gaining a little slack in the rope holding my collar.

Relaxing my muscles I let him pull the ankle wide and forward until I felt the rough stone of the chimney against my toes. He chained it in place then he positioned the right one. Now I stood facing the fire, again on the balls of my feet. He tightened the neck rope drawing me further upright.

My thighs felt like they were tearing loose at the stain, and my back arched to relieve the strain on my neck.

I hung there the fire bring a fresh coat of sweat to my flesh as I tired in desperation to hear him move. A scream echoed in the still night air as the strap cut around me from the back and branded a trail of searing agony across my waist from the right. Again he worked methodically side-to-side rising ever so slowly to my tits, my nipples harder, they puckered tighter and tighter hurting on their own from the tension.

The vipers tongue lapped higher slicing the underside of my moist hanging globes. I yowled like a cat as he moved upward each rise pushing me deeper and deeper into the tunnel of pain, pleasure, agony, and ecstasy. 

When he finally snapped the supple strap across my left nipple I bucked and rocked as I came again. It’s so different to cum from pain alone. It seems to burn brighter, hotter, and purer. He landed a blow to the right one and I was jerking and dancing like a hanged man as a volcanic flow of release spilled deep inside me I was in another dimension. Every searing tearing slash of the lather sent me further and further into bliss.

My cunt clutched and cramped I was coming so hard. I never stopped screaming on and on it went. He stopped and began to stroke me with his hands this too sent me down a blinding vortex of satisfaction. I finally returned to this world aware now that he was holding me; my legs had collapsed and I was at risk of really hanging myself. 

He was cooing and stroking me as I gasped and panted like a runner. Sweat ran down my flesh and my mouth was as dry as sand. He asked if I could stand. I nodded and he stepped away returning quickly with a bottle of water, I began to suck it down, Mewling as he pulled it away.

“Slow down you silly goose. You’ll puke it all back up if you drink to fast.” I nodded and like a blind newborn kitten I began to root around for the water. He helped me drink the whole bottle. Then he asked, “You want more, or you wanna stop.”

In a cracked and hoarse voice I replied. “More don’t stop. Harder. Draw blood if you want. I need more. My cunt is not sore, just wet. I want it to hurt to breath.’

“You asked for it but I’m adding a couple more ropes to your wrists, and unhooking the collar.” He stepped behind me and released my wrist from the collar and hooked them to the bar, then I felt him hook 2 more ropes to the bar, circling my upper arms so that I was still stretched.

I laughed like a lunatic as he stepped back and snapped the leather strap in midair. 

Again he started low around my knee and moved from side to side. Each blow landing on the edge of the previous one up, up, up slowly he worked, until he was at the edge of my now quivering and gapping cunt then he skipped it as I whined out loud. I shuddered as he worked up to my waist, I was moaning and whimpering as he moved back down and again skipped the enflamed area of my cunt. 

I ached for the kiss of the leather to slash my fuckhole open, but he methodically worked down to my knees. Then just as I was sure he’d rip my pusses wide open he lashed out and reignited the fire in my tits hitting one nipple and flicking the other, over and over until I was so focused on them that the first blow to my cunt pitched me into orgasmic heaven.

Like a demon he flicked the leather into me over and over never hitting the same spot twice in a row I exploded, feeling pieces of me flying out and away. I screamed until I could not make another sound. Like a hound after a hunt panting, breath rasping in and out my ribs hurt I was breathing so hard. On and on it went until blackness overtook me.

When I came to I was on the shore of the lake He had unbound me and carried me outside. I was lying on the rough sandy ground a chain ran from my collar to a huge boulder He was standing over me holding a bar of soap and a bath brush. 

“In the water. You stink like a 2 bit whore,” He growled.

I rolled to my knees and scrambled for the cool water like an animal. I sobbed in relief as the clean water sloosed over my raw body. He joined me; and using the brush began to scrub my limbs first. The brush was not harsh, but when he moved to my back I felt as if my skin was raw. I hissed as the soap and bristles worked the sweat off of me. Soon he had my upper half clean and began to move me toward the shore so he could clean my ass and cunt.

The rubbing started me again, soon I was moaning and rubbing against his hand. He slapped my ass and ordered me to stand still; I bite my lip whimpering as he finished. I shrieked as he lifted me and threw me over his head to land in deeper water. I was treading water giggling when he walked over the boulder and unhooked the chain and swam out again only he swam to a small rowboat and climbed in. Then he began to row out. 

I swam after him to keep the chain slack. After he had rowed far enough that I had to tread water he dropped the anchor and dived in. He swam near me and said, “You need to soak. I’ll be back. Both ends are locked, and if you even think about bring the boat in, we leave and you get nothing else from any of us for 2 weeks. I’ll even put a chastity belt on you.” He struck out for shore and left me.

Under the light of a full moon in early June I was stuck. I floated, I treaded, and I was growing tired when he finally returned. From the shore he called, “Now you may climb in the boat and get your slutty ass back here.” He sat on the boulder and watched as I struggled to climb in the skiff and row my aching tired body back to him. 

At last I made it and he unlocked the chain from the boat. “Come on my little bitch. I need to sleep. The other will be here in the morning, and I want to cum a few times before they get here.” He yanked me forward. When had he gotten so good at this? I was deliriously happy, exhausted, but happy.

Back at the cabin he was like an animal he chained me on my knees in the middle of the iron bed, he ripped the egg from me. Plowing into me he started fucking me from behind slamming into me over and over. Each thrust rocking me to my bones, my muscles cramping in pain. He was hilting deep inside and grinding against my raw ass with every stroke. His hands were all over me pinching, pulling, clawing, grasping, and twisting.




Blood Money



He was biting my neck and back sucking on my skin, this was a pure attack. I came 2 times before he was close, and then again with him as he bit down on my shoulder and howled like a beast. His body shuddering and shaking as he filled my cunt.

He slumped over me crushing me beneath him his cock buried in my channel quivering and jerking. I lay there crushed; breathing hard and after a few minutes I tired to slip out from under his weight. He rolled to his side arms locked around me pulling me with him. 

As we lay there spooned back to front his left hand began to pull and pinch at my nipples. I shivered. My poor tits felt raw and the touch of his hand burned.

My body’s quivering was all it took. I felt his 8-inch cock grow hard inside my swollen cunt. He pulled out and shoved me off the bed. Gasping I sat on the floor as he launched his naked hard body off the mattress.

He stood there staring at me like a starving dog stares at a pot roast. He threw his head back and laughed like a mad man. I slumped to the floor watching as he began to move around the bed. He pulled several leather straps out from beneath it and snapped his fingers at me I stood and walked over to him.

“Arms up.” He growled I stood arms raised and legs apart as he wrapped them around me and started to buckle them on. The first one was 1 inch wide and circled my torso just above my breasts and riding just across my armpits it had a long strap attached in the center front that dropped down the middle of my body, like a T. He buckled it behind me in the center of my back.

Then he wrapped a 2-inch wide one around my waist and buckled it loosely. He spun me around and pulled the long lateral one up between my legs and fitted it between my cunt lips, and the crack of my ass. As he was putting it in place, I noticed that from just above my mons it was split lengthwise, the thinner pieces pulled my nether regions open. They were pulled even wider as he buckled each end to the waist belt at a point about 3 inches from my hip. I squirmed as he tightened the waist belt. It was tighter then any corset I had ever worn.

He took my wrist and again hooked them to the collar. I was stunned what was he doing.

He shoved me over to stand in front of the couch. He reached behind the curtains that framed the big plate glass window and withdraw a series of ropes. As he dropped them to the floor I saw that they were anchored to the ceiling just at the edge of the couch. 

Now he spun me to face the interior of the cabin and began to thread the first rope onto the d-ring in the belt around my upper torso. I gasp as he pushed me forward to bend at the waist. The rope had slack in it when he tied it off. Then he threaded the second one at my waist. 

I stood confused as he rushed back to the bed and returned with a bundle of more belts. He raised my right leg bending it at the knee and then belted my calf to my thigh with a figure eight tight enough that my heel rested on the outer edge of my thigh. An eep of shock escaped as he lifted the other leg and bound it the same way I now swung face down, my mons banging into the front of the couch cushions. 

He sat down after swinging me forward. His rampant cock sliding against my slit. Then he began to lower my waist soon he had my anus lined up with the head of his cock. I heard him spit and I was pushed forward a little. Then he grabbed the belts on my thighs and with no hesitation he placed his cock against my puckered pre-oiled hole and slammed me back on his rigid 8 inches of torment. 

I arched my spine and howled as he slammed deeply inside of me. “I’m being split in two” I howled. “ Good, you like the pain don’t you?’ He pumped me out and back hard.

I grunted as he crooned,” Hurt you like you want slut” as he plunged me back and forth harder and faster he kept talking. “Scream whore” Slam. I was rammed again.

“Take it bitch. You love the pain. I love your screams.” He was growling. “You’ll shit blood for a week.” I was enjoying it, the nastier he was the hard he slammed me back on his cock the more excited I became. Soon his hold on my thighs wasn’t enough. He leaned forward and grabbed my swinging tits. He squeezed them so tight I felt his finger buried in them as he used them to rock me back and forth I was soon howling and scream at him, “Harder, Hurts so Good, faster. More, fuck me harder.”

Suddenly he stood up and with his rod buried to the hilt in my now throbbing ass I was tipped upward. He stopped long enough to adjust the waist rope and them he really began to pound into me. He would push me away as he rocked back the yank me to him as he thrust forward the sounds of our bodies crashing together filled the wooden house.

Soon there were no words, only animal grunts, groan, howls, and screams as I started a multiple orgasm again I came in wave upon wave of shuddering shaking spasms. My cunt clutching and holding him tight as it milked at his shaft. He came cursing me “ Fucking Cunt “ He screamed as his cock jerked and swelled inside me flooding my ass with his thick hot cum. On and on he pumped, at last collapsing over me his body weight held by mine bound and suspended.

When he could again breath he stepped back to the couch drawing me with him and he wrapped one arm around my waist as he tightened the ropes lifting me off of him and higher still. I gasp as he sat and pulled my now swollen ass to his mouth. I hung there as he ate out my ass first then my cunt, I peaked again as his tongue laved my channel and his beard scrubbed my now raw clit.

Satiated he giggled at the sight of me limp bound . He left me as he went in search of something in his bag, he soon returned and like a kid on Christmas held up before my face his favorite toys, a huge butt plug, and oversized thrusting vibrator the was a plug in and a set of weighted clips that were chained together. 

I nearly sobbed as he began to flick my nipples. They rose quickly and stiffly to be clamped tight. Then when he took his hand away the weights began to sway . I was biting my lip as he moved behind me and plucked my raw swollen clit to attention and clipped it as well.

My moans echoed as he licked and sucked at my anus before he shoved the plug in in one swift twisting motion. I was sobbing out loud when he plugged the vib in and let it thrust its way inside my swollen bruised fuckhole. 

Then he truly began what I consider the ultimate torment he shoved a penis gag in my mouth and tightened it in place. I whined through my nose when he hooked a third strap to the one crossing my mons and pulled it super tight up my crotch and ass forcing the toys deeper and holding them there. 

He snickered at me as he lowered the ropes until my knees rested on the edge of the couch. Then he spun me facing the window, and dropped me so that I lay belly first against the back of the sofa with my chin resting on the top edge.

“Sleep if you can, the others will be here at sunrise.” He walked away leaving me bound, stuffed, and replete. I did sleep the light lucent dreaming kind but in my dreams I enjoyed more depravity more pain, and many more orgasms. 

I think I’ll take a short break and let Roland play with my body now. I’ll write more soon.

TBC