0 comments/ 46107 views/ 6 favorites Bruce's Backyard Ch. 01 By: DangerousCurvz As Lori hung there, naked in the back yard, she found herself looking back with great pleasure at the past few hours with Bruce. Her naked tits perked at the thought of his hands on her. She looked down helplessly at her tits, her hard nipples held in the little clamps that were actually the grips of a coat hanger. The little plastic teeth of the home made clamps bit deliciously into her skin. This was Lori's second date with Bruce. They had met through a dating service, and it seemed a perfect match for them both. The first date had been spent making the rules of their relationship. They had both agreed on two things, no kids were to ever be involved and no animals. Outside of that, Lori agreed to be Bruce's slave and do his bidding. Their second date began with Lori being picked up at her house. She was to wear a sun dress with spaghetti straps. No bra. No panties. She'd dressed that morning with butterflies in her belly, her cunt already slippery, her nipples pulsing. She longed to feed her desire and masturbate, but she didn't. She wanted to be fully keyed up for Master. He had come to the door and opened it with the key she had given him. He walked into the house and found Lori on her knees on the floor. "Good morning, slut." He had growled. "greetings, Master." she replied softly before crawling over to kiss his cock through his jeans. "Good girl. Now get up and walk to my car." She stood and obeyed his command. Once in his car, she was ordered to hike up her dress so that her naked ass was in the leather seat. She was then made to untie the straps of her pink dress so that her tits were free. The top of Bruce's convertible was open, and Lori knew that anyone who drove by would see her naked D cups tits. As they pulled onto the street of the gated community that was his home, her anxiety grew. David had been tweaking her nipples and playing with her pussy as they'd flown over the streets of the small town. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was dripping. The security guard in the gate house merely looked at Bruce and tipped his hat "Good Morning, sir." He'd said to Bruce as he leered at Lori. "Looks like you'll be having a full day!" "Indeed I will Stanley. You should come by later if you feel like it, and have a beer." Bruce had said as Lori blushed and fought not to sink down into the seat and out of sight. Bruce drove to a huge house and pulled into the garage, closing the door behind him. He opened the car door for Lori and she stood before him, her dress wrinkled and falling off. "Lovely Slave Lori." He cooed at her, slapping her tit. He pulled the dress off of her, then tied her hands behind her with rough twine. He removed her sandals and replaced them with a pair of black shiny leather shoes, the heels of which seemed impossibly high. She knew that walking would be difficult. He then attached two tight clamps, one to each nipple. The seemed to pinch her dark pink nipples impossibly tight, and she gasped as the little plastic spikes dug into the tender flesh. "So beautiful, Slave. Now walk." He stood behind her, holding the twine that bound her hands as he guided her up three steps and into the house. The first room she entered was the kitchen. He led her directly to the kitchen table, then bent her over it, her ass in the air. He shoved her onto the table so that her toes barely touched the floor. Then he bound her ankles to the legs of the table so that she was spread wide. Bruce walked around the table, he seemed to ignore her as he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it. He poured another and walking behind her, he poured it over her ass crack so that the sweet liquid rolled over her asshole and into her cunt. It sent shivers all over her. She was acutely aware of the blood coursing through her clamped nipples that were now smashed onto the table top, crushed beneath her. She heard a strange sound, like something slicing through the air, then she felt a hot sting across her ass. He was whipping her! "You have displeased me. Master Stanley is to be my guest this afternoon. When I was speaking to him, you looked at him. You should never do that unless ordered to. Furthermore, when you are on display for me, you must always stand straight, chin down, tits out." Again she felt the searing pain on her ass. "Yes, Master." she said after the second hot lash across her ass. Again the hot searing pain erupted, and underneath it, something else. She could feel her clit throbbing and the lips of her pussy seemed to be burning as well. When the first whipping ended, he untied her and rolled her onto her back. Above her, she saw the rack that held pots and pans. she kept her eyes averted as Bruce attached little silver chains to the clamps biting into her nipples. He ran the chains up to the rack, then began to pull until her nipples were stretched painfully. Lori arched her back to try to alleviate the pain. "Perfect!" Bruce said softly. Then he pulled the slack out again so that Lori's back had to remain arched, or her nipples would be pulled even tighter. "Now, Slut. I want you to stay here while I make a few calls." She waited, listening to his voice as he spoke on the phone. There was to be a party at his house this evening, and he seemed to be inviting about thirty people. Lori lay across the top of the table, her back painfully arched, her nipples stretched. To her horror, she could feel the tight clamps sliding, making her wriggle. The wriggling made the clamps slip even more. The pain of this was almost unbearable and she felt herself begin to cry. Master would not be pleased if he came back to find her free of her clamps! Bruce walked back in and found her arching her back impossibly, trying to stop the sliding clamps. "Slave, that is beautiful!" He said as the clamps dug into the tenderest part of her nipples, the very tips. Finally her tits sprung loose of the clamps, and Lori let out a tiny scream of pain as the teeth raked across her nipples then released. "Very good, slave." He said, as he sunk a finger into her slobbering pussy. She felt his finger against the walls of her pussy and groaned. Then she felt him slide in two fingers, then three, and then his whole fist was buried in her pussy. She groaned and writhed on the table top, trying to make his fist fuck her harder. Before she could cum, he tore his fist out of her, leaving her whimpering and wiggling as he watched. "Yo do not cum until I say so, Slut." He growled, "do you understand me?" "Yes, Master." she gasped her face red with excitement and shame. He loosed the twine around her ankles and her wrists, then forced her to the floor. He took her by her long red hair and led her onto the patio as if he held her by a leash. He sat in a chair by a sparkling pool. "Unzip my jeans, take my cock out, and suck it." He commanded, reaching for the newspaper. Lori crawled over to him and unzipped his pants as he read the paper. He raised his hips enough for her to pull the jeans down and free his cock. She took it into her mouth and began to slide her mouth over it, taking it in quickly, her rhythm fast. "No, Slut!" Bruce yelled. "Slowly. You'll be here all day, there's no rush." She slowed her pace. She found that she had time to feel the skin of it with her tongue, the smoothness of it as well as the veins that bulged all the way down the length of it's shaft. Her mouth was watering as she sucked on it, her tongue playing with the tip. "Hey Bruce!" came a voice from behind them. "Hey man!" Bruce said back, "What's up?" Lori stopped sucking, ashamed at being seen this way by a stranger. "Did I tell you to stop, Slut?" Bruce growled? "But..." "Shut it! Suck me. Now. Do not stop unless I tell you to." Bruce and the man went on talking about baseball, then about something to do with Bruce's job. Finally the man got up to leave. "I'm having a little party tonight, Tom. I'd love you to come. Around eight?" "Very cool." Tom said as he left. "Now," Bruce said, "Make me cum." Lori sucked hard as she could. She took his cock as deep into her mouth as she dared. She felt his hands on her head, setting the rhythm for her. Then she felt him shove her head so far down that the head of his cock slammed into the back of her throat, then again, then he held it there. "Swallow it." He commanded. Lori did as she was told, but she gagged and tried to jerk her head back. Bruce held it there and repeated, "Swallow, slut." She could feel the head of his cock getting harder as she gagged on it until she was finally able to swallow it. The back of her throat seemed to be on fire but she barely noticed. Her clit had grown and now seemed to be the size of a walnut between her thighs. She longed for released, but had no idea if or when it would happen. Bruce began to moan, his hands forcing her head farther and farther down, his thrusts into her mouth came faster and harder until finally she felt him cum, she felt the salty cum slide down her throat. Even if she had wanted to spit it out, she could not have. "Good slut." he said finally, letting her head free." Now come with me." She crawled behind him across the grass as he walked over to a metal frame that had once been a garden swing. "Stand" He commanded. She stood, this time remembering to keep her tits out and her face down. "Good girl, "Bruce said, and to reward her, he kissed her hot, hard nipples. "Now stand here, arms up." As she stood under the frame, he took her wrists and tied them over her head. Then he bound her ankles to the frame so that her legs were spread wide and her feet barely touched the ground. "You must be punished. When you are servicing me, you do not stop for any reason." He said in a stern voice. "When you are sucking my cock, you take me at least as deep as you did this time, though I'd prefer to be taken deeper. Is that clear, Slut?' "Yes, Master" she whimpered as she hung there, exposed. Again the sound of something slender slicing through the air. This time the hot pain opened up across her tits. She could now see that he was using a riding crop on her. He swung it hard and each strike caught her on a nipple. Once he was satisfied with the red welts, he ran his hand across them, stopping at each nipple to pinch, then pull it, trying to make them as hard and as long as possible. Next he pulled two clamps from his pockets and again pinched her nipples between the tiny plastic teeth. He pulled at each one, watching her as she squirmed from the pain. Her beautiful face streaked now with tears and with sweat. "Does this hurt you, slut?" "Yes, Master." "That pleases me. It pleases me more than I can say." He said, kissing her lightly. She heard the crop swing through the air yet again, and this time she felt it's sting on the mound above her cunt. She gasped in spite of herself. The next swing caught the skin on the outer lips of her pussy, and the third hit her right on her clit, making her release a moaning sort of scream. Again he struck her there, her cunt now burning though it seemed to drip with wetness. After ten lashes, he seemed pleased. He came close to her, inserted a finger into her dripping pussy and wriggles it around roughly inside of her, making her jerk in an effort to find release. "Not yet, slut." He said, walking away. He returned with two saw horses. He untied one ankle and then the other. He then lifted her ankles, one at a time, and tied them to the saw horses so that she hung, her legs spread wide, her pussy at the level of his cock. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down just enough to free his solid cock. He stood before her, teasing her cunt with the head of it, slapping her clit with it, rubbing it around the sopping opening of her pussy. Finally, he plunged into her, the force of his thrust pushing her back. He held tightly to her hips and pulled her as he pushed himself into her. Again he slammed into her pussy, burying himself as deep in her as he could. She let her head fall back, her red hair hanging behind her. She could feel her tits bobbing and bouncing as he pounded into her, she could feel the pain of each bounce, the clamps dug in deeper and deeper into her flesh. More than anything, she felt his hard, hot cock as it pounded it's way into her pussy. She felt as though she might explode with the pleasure she felt there. She could feel her muscles beginning to contract, the heat of her pleasure had built and she was about to cum when he pulled out, leaving a cold draft in her pussy, and she whimpered at the injustice of it. He stood in front of her, enjoying her agony, watching her hips wiggle, trying to find him and searching for release. He bent down and blew across her clit, making her jump and writhe even more. "Poor baby!" He mocked her. "But I am not ready for you to cum yet." He said. Still he stood there, stroking his cock. She kept her eyes averted, but she managed to see him, his strokes long and slow, his hands wrapped around his shining cock. He released it long enough to gather some of the juices from her pussy, then he used them to lube his cock as he stroked it. She watched as he stroked faster, then as he came, shooting his cum on her pussy, She felt it, throbbing over her clit. She wanted him to keep cuming, the force of it shooting over her was enough to almost make her cum, but still she found no release. "Now. I have some work to do to get ready for this evening." He said. He untied her feet but left her hands bound over her head. He clamped a spacer to her ankles. "Wouldn't want you to be able to rub those thighs together." He snickered as he pulled one nipple clamp, then another, making her moan. "You just hang out here. I'll be back soon." And with that, he walked away and left her. To Be Continued... Bruce's Backyard Ch. 02 So Lori hung out. Her tits pounded against the painful clamps. Several times, she felt flies buzzing around her pussy but she was powerless to swat at them. In the house and on the lawn, preparations for the evening's party were underway. The maid paid very little attention to Lori as she set up tables and chairs, arranged flowers, and filled coolers with ice, soft drinks and beer. Bruce returned to her as the sun began to set. She sneaked a glance at him as he strolled out to her. He wore black slacks, a black Oxford, black boots. His long golden hair curled over his shoulders, giving him the appearance of a dark angel. He sauntered up to her and jerked the clamp off of her left nipple, then her right one, relishing the little whimpers that escaped her trembling lips. She closed her eyes and tried not to cry, though tears streamed down her pitiful face. "You are lovely, slut. My guests will be very excited!" He purred. "I want you to know that I am well pleased thus far. But I have some expectations for this evening. I've made a lot of phone calls, but I only had about a dozen guests able to join us this evening. I expect you to perform for them as if you are performing for me...because you are. Everything you do, either to me or my guests, is for my benefit. Understood?" "Yes, Master." "Are you still up to this, Lori?" He asked. "Yes, Master. I have enjoyed pleasing you." she confessed, touched that he was still concerned for her happiness. "Good! Now," he began as he free her wrists and ankles, "I want you to go inside to the bathroom, clean yourself up. Report back here in fifteen minutes. And do not pleasure yourself, Slut." He slapped at her ass as she walked away. Once in the house, she had to ask the maid for directions. "Bathroom?" asked the maid gruffly, "Up the stairs, second door on the left." and before Lori could walk away, the maid reached out and pinched Lori's sore tits. In the bathroom, Lori examined herself in the mirror. She had fading stripes crisscrossing her body, though they were particularly obvious across her tits. Her nipples were beet red and the clamps had made little blood blisters under her skin. Her cunt throbbed as she ran her hand over the sore, puckered nipples. She washed quickly, careful not to give in to the temptation to pinch and rub her clit, then she made her way back to Bruce. She walked onto the lawn to discover that the first guests had arrived. "On your knees, Slut!" Bruce commanded, angry with her. "Yes, Master. Please forgive me." she whimpered. "Stanley, forgive her, this is her first day." Bruce said to his guest, then introduced them. "Slut, this is Master Stanley. Stanley, this is my new cumslut slave." "Very pretty, Bruce. Big tits!" He said. "Slave!" Bruce growled, "Greet my guest!" She was unable to move for a moment, then remembered her manners and crawled forward to kiss the bugle in Master Stanely's jeans. With that formality over with, Bruce took her aside and jerked her hair, forcing her to look up into his angelic face. "You always greet my gentlemen guests by kissing their cock, ladies by kissing their puss. Is that clear, Slave?" She nodded, tears rolling off of her cheeks. So all the guests were greeted in this way. She counted as she kissed sexual organs, there were fourteen guests in all, ten men and four women. She had never had any sort of relationship with a woman before, but she sensed that this would change soon. Beside her, Master Bruce chimed his spoon against a crystal glass to get his guests' attention. "Friends, welcome this evening to my backyard for the coming out party of my new slave, Lori. This evening she will be at your disposal, willing to do your bidding on demand. After we have dinner, please feel free to use her. For now, though, she needs her punishment for not being a good hostess." Lori's breath caught in her throat. Surely Master Bruce wouldn't punish her now! In front of everyone! But why not, she answered herself. She had shamed him in front of every one. The frame was moved over so that it was in plain view of all present as they grazed the generous buffet. Bruce strapped her up again, her wrists over her head, her feet, still in the impossible black heels, barely touching the ground. He reapplied the nipple clamps and she noticed the chain between them. It met in the middle, then a long piece dangled down to just above her pussy. Master Bruce placed the spacer between her legs again, and her feet no longer reached the ground. Then over her clit, he installed another clamp. She let out a small, gasping scream as it bit into the bundle of nerves. He then pulled the little chain that was tickling her until he was able to link it to the clamp on her clit. She was barely able to stand the pain, yet she could once again feel herself getting wetter, her pussy muscles surging as though they were receiving electric shock. He then stood behind her and she heard the crop slicing through the air seconds before it made contact with her ass cheek. She tried to squirm away but was helpless to do so. She was incredibly ashamed, embarrassed, and turned on. She could hear the guests commenting on her tits, her wet pussy, how well she took her punishment. After fifteen lashes, Bruce gently rubbed her sore ass. "Do not disappoint me again. I was gentle because of my guests, but rest assured, your punishment will continue later." He slapped her sore ass for good measure, then said, "Now stay here and look beautiful for my guests." He kissed her cheek, licking at her salty tears before he walked away. His guests ate and seemed to pay very little attention to her. There was music playing from the stereo, and every one seemed to be drinking. Meanwhile, Lori's ass burned. Her wrists ached, and her clamped nipples and clit seemed to scream for mercy. She had tried to position herself so that the clamps didn't pull her clit upwards so painfully, but that made her nipples explode with pain. So she tried to wriggle herself around to relieve the pain in her abused tits, but that made the clamp bite even harder on her clit. All the while, her cunt seemed to drip from her stimulation, and she imagined a little puddle forming in the grass under her. When dinner was over, she became the center of attention again. Bruce stepped over to her, "Your time to shine, Slut. Make me proud. He untied her wrists and she fell to the ground, as her ankles were still bound by the spreader. Her tits bounced painfully, but her clit was relieved that it's present pain had ended. Bruce helped her stand up, and she felt herself lower her head and poke her tits out, showing them off for him. "Very good, slut" He murmured. He tenderly removed the nipple clamps, gently rubbing her bruised tits, then he removed the tight little clamp from her clit, which throbbed now that it was freed. He freed her ankles from the spreader, but she remained in that position. His guests purred their approval. He led her to the table where the guests had just enjoyed dinner, then he spoke, "Ladies and gentlemen, have your way with my slut." Nervous giggles at first, then Stanley stepped forward. He grabbed one of her tits and twisted her nipple painfully. Lori found that she did not like his touch at all. He jerked her body so that she now faced the table. He shoved her head down and she fell forward over the table. She heard his pants being unzipped, then she felt the head of his cock, teasing her asshole. "Ever had a cock up your ass, Slut?" He asked loud enough to be heard by every one. "No, Sir." she said softly. "They didn't hear you, slut! Speak up!" He shouted, drunk. "N...No, Sir." she said more loudly. "Gooood," he slurred into the back of her neck, "then it will be nice and tight for me. Hey! Maybe it'll even bleed some!" and with that, he shoved his cock all the way into her ass, making her try to stand. "Oh no you don't, slut!" Stanley said, and two men stepped up to the table, holding Lori's hands down as he took her. There was no love or romance to his fucking of her. It wasn't gentle or loving in any way. He thrust his cock into her ass as though she was just a hole in a wall. When he came, he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back painfully. When he pulled out, she could feel his cum dripping from her ass. She couldn't recall the name of the next man who took her ass, but he was equally brutal and impersonal. These men treated her as though she were nothing more than a fuck hole. After the third man had her ass, she was made to stand, then she was shoved onto the cock of a man lying on the ground. Her hands were boud behind her back, and she was pushed unto the chest of the man whose cock she straddled. Then another man forced his cock into her sore, tired ass. "Now ride him," came the voice of Master Bruce, "but if you cum, there will be hell to pay." She didn't have to put forth much effort, as the man in her ass set a rhythm for her hips. Her biggest struggle was to not cum. The feeling of a cock buried deep in her ass while she was impaled by the cock beneath her was so intense that she wanted to scream and give herself over to the orgasm that was brewing within her. She felt the cock in her ass throbbing with an orgasm first, then seconds later the one inside her pussy erupted. Lori gasped for her breath. She was so close to exploding, her pussy was contracting around the cock beneath her, her clit mow felt like a cantaloupe between her shivering legs. She forced herself to not cum, willed herself to think about something, anything but this. The cock slid out of her ass and as she sat up, letting the man beneath her free. He pinched one of her pounding nipples as he left her, saying, "Nice ride, slut." "Suck it." a man commanded. Lori looked straight ahead and into the hard eye of a dick. "Yes, Sir." she replied, her voice rasping. She sucked the cock into her mouth, letting the man ram it into the back of her throat. She sucked him, now enjoying the feeling of it's head on her tonsils. She gagged several times, and each time, the man in her mouth groaned with pleasure, feeling the muscles of her throat constrict against his hard cock. She felt hands on her tits, pinching her nipples hard, pulling them painfully and the biting, but she couldn't look to see who it might be. The cock was removed from her mouth, and the man stroked his cock until he came in her face, the hot liquid streaking down her cheeks, dripping from her chin and onto her nipples. She was next led to the table, where she was made to lie on her back. Her hands were tied to the legs of the table so that they were over her head, forcing her tits to ride high n her chest. Her ankles were then tied to the legs of the table at the other end. a pillow placed under her ass to raise it off the table. She knew her pussy was exposed, and she knew she was positioned on the table so that a man could stand in front of her and fuck her as he stood. She felt a sting on her clit and realized that it was the crop. Again it stung her tender clit, and she squirmed under it's kiss. After ten more lashes, she felt a cock inside her. Some one climbed onto the table and smashed her tits together, cupping them roughly around a cock. The man came quickly over her tits, then climbed off. She could feel cum now being squirted all over her body, in her face, her hair, she opened her mouth, hoping to catch some there. Her tits seemed to be soaked with it, and her pussy was dripping as two men shot their cum over her cunt and onto her clit. Then came Master Bruce's voice. "She needs to be cleaned up." laughter from the men present. "Ladies? It's your turn." She felt hands on her, soft hands, delicately rubbing over her tits and her belly at first, then she felt a what had to be a tongue on her pussy. The other women, four of them, began to lick at Lori, slurping the cum off of her naked wet body. The tongue on her cunt was darting playfully over her pounding clit, licking there, then sucking, then nibbling daintily at it. Master Bruce whispered in her ear, "Do not cum, slut, or the punishment will be horrible for you." he purred. But she was helpless to stop it. Her body stiffened as the tongues and hands caressed, stroked, licked at her. Teeth bit into her tits, pinching painfully on her exhausted nipples. The tongue on her clit worked faster and more furiously, slurping up the cum of all these men mixed with her own delicate juices. She felt her cheeks burning and she was almost able to overcome the urge. Then the clit licker shoved a finger into her wet pussy and began to finger that secret spot on the front wall of her pussy. She felt herself spurting hot liquid as she came in the woman's face, her hips grinding in time with the undulating orgasm that ripped through her pussy and then her whole body. Master Bruce slapped one of her tits hard. His displeasure was so enveloping that it seemed to hang in the air like a fog. The guests were thanking him as they began to leave. Lori cried, feeling ashamed at having cum and having disappointed Master Bruce. When the last guest was gone, he merely sat. looking at her as she lay helplessly tied to the table. The maid had begun clearing away the mess. On one of her trips, she stopped and spoke to Master Bruce. "She didn't do well?" asked the maid. "She did fine up until the end." He said, his voice full of reproach. "She came without permission." "Oh man!" said the maid. "What's her punishemnt going to be?" "I haven't decided yet. I've got a good idea, but it'll have to wait till morning." he said, standing up. "Help me get her to her quarters, please." Lori was untied and the maid, Emily, helped lead her up the stairs and into a room. Master asked her, "Em, would you like a go at this one?" Emily looked at the cum soaked girl before her. Lori's tits were now bruised,painful blisters surrounded her nipples. Her ass was a hot, sore mess after taking four men back there. Her cunt, though it had been licked very well, still dripped with that cum juice mixture. She trembled slightly in the light of the small room. Maybe another time. She's kind of a mess." Master Bruce laughed, "Well, she is a cumslut, ya know!" Emily and Bruce worked together and tied Lori to the bed, securing her wrists and ankles so that she would be forced to sleep spread eagle on the small bed. I'll see you in the morning, cum pet." He said as he kissed her. He turned out the lights and Lori was asleep before the door closed. To be continued.... Bruce's Backyard Ch. 03 Lori slept like the dead, and when she awoke, it was to Master's kiss. "Good morning, Slave." He said lovingly. "Good morning, Master Bruce." Lori said sleepily. He untied her hands and freed her from the bed as he spoke, "It pains me, but you must be punished for disobeying me last night." "Yes, Master." Lori said, her heart sinking. He led her into the bathroom and bathed her. He was so very loving as he washed her skin, taking great care to be careful of her tender nipples and the welts left from her beatings. "My lovely slave." He purred as he washed her long hair. She loved feeling his touch. When the bathing was over, he led her down into the basement. As he turned on the lights, Lori's breath caught in her throat. It looked like the dungeons she had seen on the websites she had surfed before meeting Master. Along the walls there was an array of crops, whips, paddles and canes. It seemed that chains hung everywhere, and in the few places where there were no chains, rope was strung-ropes of all colors and textures. There were sawhorses, tables, and contraptions that she could not name. "Come here, Slave." Master commanded. Lori crawled until she was kneeling at his feet. She gently kissed his slacks where his cock was housed. "Very good, Slave." He said, patting her head. He helped her stand, then walked her over to a saw horse and said, "Mount it." Lori wasn't sure she understood him, "I'm sorry Master. Mount it?" "Yes, Slut. Straddle it so that your pussy rests on the cross plank. See those nails sticking up? I want your cunt on those. Now, Slave!" She scurried to do as she was told. She straddled the plank that made the top of the saw horse, and standing on her very tip toes, she wriggled until her pussy was over the nails. They had been driven into the underside of the plank so that the sharp tips sat a half inch out of the plank where her cunt must rest. "Master.." she began, a tear escaping her eyes. "Do it! No whining." Weeping, she did as she was told. She winced as she felt the points of the nails biting into the already sore flesh of her pussy, her clit seemed to scream with the pleasure of the pain she felt. Master Bruce spread the lips of her pussy wide so that all of the nails made clean contact with her most tender skin. "Hands behind your back, please." Master said. He tied her hands behind her back as she trembled. "This does not bring me pleasure Slave. I do not like to punish you, but you must learn to do as you are told." He produced a crop from the wall and began to whip her tits mercilessly. Each lash of the leather stick finding first one nipple, then the other. She counted sixteen lashes before he stopped. He came and pinched each nipple hard, then pulled them both, stretching them until she thought he meant to pull her over face first. Then for good measure, he wiggled the saw horse, making her cry out as fresh tears crawled down her red cheeks. He turned to leave, then stopped and spoke again. "I have a box at the theatre and we will be going to the opera this evening. It would please me greatly if you would submit to being my guest." "Of course, Master." Lori whispered through her sobs. "Very good. I will make sure that Emily has something delightful for you to wear. I will return soon." And with that, he was gone. The first few minutes were not that bad. She found that if she stood very still, the pin points that nearly pierced her delicate flesh became numb. Her calves, though quickly became tired from supporting her weight, and she felt her pelvis sinking lower and lower, forcing the points of the nails deeper into her flesh. She was also forced to use her thighs to balance, since her hands were bound, and that meant that she shifted almost continuously. She knew that she was again dripping wet down there, and her entire body seemed to throb with the pain and the pleasure that it brought her. Her tears burned down her cheeks. She cried for her pain, but also because she was ashamed at having disappointed Bruce. He finally returned. Lori stood straight, and forced her big breasts out for Master to see. It hurt her sore cunt beyond belief, but she wanted so much to please him. "You look marvelous, Slave." He said. "I left you down here two hours. Have you anything to say?" "Master, I am so sorry that I came without your permission. I am sorry that I disappointed you, Master. It won't happen again." Fresh tears sprang from her eyes. He moved closer and kissed her, then untied her hands and helped her off of the saw horse. She found it difficult to walk, but it didn't matter, she was forced to her knees and then made to return upstairs. Outside on the patio, Emily sat drinking iced tea and reading the paper. "Look, Em! My little slave has apologized to me!" Emily nodded in approval. "She's ready to serve you if you want her, Em." Master said. "Cool!" replied Emily. "Will you be joining us?" "I'll just watch for a while, if that's okay with you Miss Em." Again Emily nodded, then turned her attention to the Slave. "First thing you must do is service Master Bruce. Go and suck him, Slave." Lori knelt before Master and unzipped him, then took out his cock and sucked it deep into her mouth, already used to having it's head on her tonsils. As she sucked him, she felt Emily's hands on her ass, then on her tits. Her sucking became very intense and she noted that Master Bruce groaned as she forced herself to take him in a little deeper with each thrust of her head. Emily's hand found it's way to Lori's pussy, and she began to spread the wet juice all along Lori's crack, getting her asshole soaking wet. Emily thrust one finger into Lori's ass, then two, three, and four, before finally shoving her whole fist into Lori's ass. Lori willed herself not to stop sucking Master, in spite of her discomfort. Emily grunted as she punched her fist deep into Lori's ass. Master's hands found their way to Lori's head, and he gripped her skull, setting the rhythm. He thrust his cock all the way in until she thought she would choke, and came hard against her throat as Emily pulled her fist out of Lori's ass. Lori licked Master's cock clean, then lovingly replaced it and zipped him up. "You have fun now Miss Em. But be finished with her in time to clean her up for the theatre this evening. My father will be there as well as several clients." "Yes sir." Emily said. She grabbed Lori's hair and pulled hard, forcing Lori to crawl quickly to keep up. She was taken back to the garden swing frame and tied up. Emily then broke a thin branch from a nearby bush. She stood in front of Lori and spoke, "I don't like you. I will fuck you because you are beautiful, but I really just want to slap you, cunt." Lori didn't speak. She kept her head down as Emily went at her tits with the switch she'd cut from the tree. Lori hadn't been spanked this way since she was a child. It stung fiercely but she found herself turned on again, her hips began to writhe as the small branch bit into her tits, marking her nipples with lovely little red stripes. When she was satisfied with Lori's tits, Emily moved on to her ass. Lori was ashamed to do it, but she found herself pushing her ass towards Emily and the stinging branch. "You may not be so bad after all," Emily said, pleased with Lori's performance. "there's hope for you yet." She took Lori down from her perch and forced her back to her knees. "Lick me." She snapped. Lori hesitated. She had never had to pleasure a woman before and she was a bit nervous. She didn't even see Emily's hand as it was brought across her face. The slap was strong enough to make Lori rock backwards onto the grass. "Get your ass up and eat me out, Slut, before I take you downstairs. What Master Bruce did will seem like a spa treatment when I am done with you." She said through clenched teeth. Lori crawled to Emily and began to pull her tight skirt downwards. "Not like that, you stupid fuckhole. Just hike it up...here!" She said, pulling her skirt up to reveal a perfectly hairless pussy. "Now, get your rotten little tongue out and start eating me." "Is everything alright, Emily?" called Master from his seat by the pool. "Fine." she shouted at him. "Do it, slut." Lori closed her eyes and moved in. She darted her tongue in between the lean folds of skin that surrounded Emily's clit. Much to her amazement, she liked it! It tasted okay and it smelled divine. She felt that she could do this all day. She latched on to the beautiful little clit between Emily's legs and began to suck it, gently at first, then harder and harder. She could feel Emily begin to quiver, her hands wound around Lori's long hair and forced Lori's face harder and harder onto her pussy. Lori could feel Emily's wet fluids being spread across her face, which still burned from being slapped. Lori dared to slowly run her hand up one of Emily's soft thighs before she inserted one long, slim finger into Emily's wet pussy. This sent Emily over the edge and she came, gasping for air as the waves of hot pleasure coursed through her. Lori was very pleased with herself as she sat waiting for Emily to compose herself and give another command. "Did I tell you to finger me? Did I slut?" "Well, no, but..." "No. I didn't. Damn. You want another two hours on that saw horse, slut?" She asked. "No." "Say, 'No Miss Emily.' You are not my equal in any regard!" "No, Miss Emily." Lori had begun to hate Emily as much as Emily professed to hate her. "Follow me, slut." Emily demanded. Lori crawled after Emily who had found a saw horse. "Stand up and bend over this." Lori did as she was told as Emily strapped on a dildo. Lori felt Emily begin to lubricate the didlo, then she felt the oil dripping down her ass. Lori was helpless to do anything except stand there and take it. She was doubled over at the hips and she had an upside down view of Emily as she approached with the huge dildo strapped onto her. Lori gasped as it entered her. It seemed to split her wide open. Emily thrust it relentlessly into her asshole, laughing as Lori whimpered. Lori was about to give the safe word when she heard Master Bruce behind her. "That's enough with that, Emily. If you keep reaming her that way, she won't be any use to me tonight." "Yessir." She said, obviously disappointed. He knelt beside Lori and said, "are you alright, Lovely? Miss Em can be a bit intense.You may not be ready for her full throttle force just yet." "Thank you Master, I am alright now." He stroked her hair and then asked, "Miss Em, are you done?" She pouted, "I guess so." "I'll just take her with me, then." Master said. Lori followed him as he walked back into the house. He relaxed himself into a leather chair, then ordered her to perch on her knees beside his chair. He placed two biting clamps onto her nipples, then ordered her to sit in his lap. He turned on the television and mindlessly fondled her as he watch CNN. Every few minutes, he would dip his fingers into her pussy and scoop out some nectar, then make her suck his fingers clean. "It's almost time to get ready now. Why don't you go and shower, shave yourself-and I want that pussy shaved, too. Do not pleasure yourself and leave the clamps on." He ordered. "You will be my beautiful slave tonight! I have left your clothes out for you. I'll come get you when it is time." "Yes, Master!" Lori said, excited. She couldn't wait to make him proud again! To be continued...