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Chained

By: wickedmind



Imagine the scene. You are chained up, powerless and in my control. My slave. To do as I wish and demand.

You are standing in the middle of a room lit only by candles, to the side of you is a bed and a range of toys (strangely enough the ones we have), laid out neatly on a table on the other side of the bed.

Now when I say your chained up I mean you have I chain round your neck, but the cuffs are ready for use when I think they would be necessary, which as long as you do as your told I shouldn't need to use!

You are naked and I'm in a corset style top, thong and stockings (not hold ups but proper ones, suspenders and all!), maybe if I think you've been a good boy I might just be wearing high heals, but then again I could be bare footed.

I tell you to pick up the blindfold from the bed and put it on. You think better than to ask half worried that I might use the whip I'm holding on you (it's a soft leather one, not designed for pain really, not if used right).

Slowly you slide it down over your eyes, ready to follow my instructions.

As I walk over to you, leaning close enough for you to feel my breath on your skin, I slowly bring the whip to your chest; starting at your shoulder I slowly and softly run the soft leather over your bare skin. "You like that?" I ask, but you don't answer me. You remember that I told you not to talk. You nod your head, maybe slightly relived that I'm not whipping you.

You hear the door open and turn your head in that direction, but regret it as you feel my hand cup your chin pulling you head back round, sharply (not to hurt but to regain your attention). As I run the whip again across your body you almost flinch, worried you are going to get punished for moving when you had not been told to do so. But just this once I'm feeling generous. 

I can see you wanting to ask who just came in to join us, and why it sounds like one of the toys has just been turned on and put to use, and who its being used on. Yet I continue to move the whip softly across your chest making a cross, shoulder to hip repeatedly. The sensation half tickling and half something you can't quite put your finger on.

I decide to turn you round 90°, so that if you were to take the blindfold off (which you will do when I say) you would be facing the bed and would know the source of the buzz and know who walked in the door, as I continue to use the whip softly, this time on your back, but following the same cross pattern. 

You feel someone (a female someone) move towards you and slowly take hold of you cock beginning to wank you off.

You try to move, knowing it's me standing behind you with the whip. Not sure what's going on. But you realise when I pull slightly on the chain round your neck that you are to just stand there, that I'm ok. I carry on with the whip on your back as your cock is wanked. Knowing you are enjoying the whip I begin to move it more to your bum, hitting you with it just a little harder, but still more of a stroking move than a hitting one.

Seeing your hard cock in someone else's hand bringing you off would seem to be more of a turn on then I thought and becomes to much for me, as slowly I lift the blindfold off you. Not before telling you to keep you eyes closed. You open them when I tell you to.

Now with the blindfold safely removed and I'm completely sure you have you eyes closed I move away from you, leaving you standing by the bed able to hear what's going on, but not see. As I slowly get on the bed and tell you that you can now open your eyes and doing so you see me laid on the bed with the naked mystery girl, as she slowly begins to kiss me through my clothes before looking at you and telling to undress me. This you don't question, and slowly move round the bed so that you are able to remove the top. Sneaking your hand under the girls body as she is now on top, pussy just over my face, though I'm not doing anything but watch her use the toy deep in her pussy. Working it hard and fast.

As you undo the clasps on my top, your face inches from the girls pussy, but you chose wisely to look me in the eyes as you get to the last clasp.

The girl takes the toy out and tells you she wants to feel you inside her. I look at you "fist her if you can, you don't get your cock in either of us yet" she pushes back as you slide a finger in her pussy as I begin to lick at her clit, stopping only briefly to tell you to use more fingers, as I watch you slide another 2 fingers easily into her pussy as you work them fast. We both seem to be working at the same fast pace, you with your fingers deep in her pussy, adding a fourth with ease, as I lick her clit as she rocks her hips, almost grinding onto my face.

With one hand I reach behind me, to where you're standing and take hold of your cock, wanking you as fast as I can whilst with the other I reach down and play with her breasts. Its really then that you begin to notice that the girl is quite busty, much larger than me, but has the same kind of curvy figure as me.

As I wank you hard and fast, you have most of your hand in the girl's pussy, pretty much fisting her, your thumb in there too as she rocks back on your hand, her movements getting faster as she screams out as the orgasm hits her. Slowly you pull out you hand and I begin to lick you hand of her juices as she moves herself round so that she is now in between my legs, pulling down my thong as quick as she can before burying her face in my pussy, licking and sucking at my clit, tongue dipping in my pussy, before 3 of her fingers slide in, working fast, as you can do nothing but stand there and watch.

I continue to wank you fast as I feel you tense slightly signalling you're about to cum. Not stopping my movement you spurt over my breasts. As you carry on watching the girl lick at my pussy, sliding her finger in and out my pussy. Easily getting 4 in now, as she moves herself up and starts to lick up my body, licking up to where you came on me. As she licks it up, fingers still working fast in my pussy, you can just about make out that now her thumb has now joined the rest of her hand working in my pussy, pushing it in as deep as she can, past the knuckle on her thumb. Working her hand in my pussy, pushing deeper, moving her fingers inside me. I continue the slow rocking of my hips, in time with her movements in my pussy. 

The watching becomes too much for you and you lean down and kiss me passionately, almost as if you're thanking me for doing this for you.

The girl kisses her way back down my body, returning her attention to my clit, lick and sucking at it, hard and fast almost, while her hand is moving slowly in my pussy.

You slowly reach up and remove the chain from around your neck, placing it on the floor, safely out the way, knowing that at least for now it wont be needed.

You still chose to stand and watch as the girl works her tongue and fist on my clit and pussy. As you watch you see me move about on the bed in obvious pleasure as a new look comes over me, as orgasm racks through my body, leaving me shaking as the girl slowly pulls her hand out my pussy. Offering it to you to lick of my juices, which you do eagerly, making sure you get every last bit, as the girl continues to lick at my clit, before moving so that you might take over, which you do without needing to be told twice. Bending down to take over, but this time going slowly on my clit, working your tongue round everywhere, bringing your hands round to my legs pulling them up so that you can tease my bum easily.

You watch again as the girl lowers herself onto my face sitting facing you, grinding her pussy as I lick at her clit as you lick and suck at mine. 

The girl cums quickly this time as she moves off my face, bending down to kiss me and lick what may remain of her juices off my face before moving to where you are and slowly move to make it easier for her to slowly move down, so that she might begin to suck and lick at your cock whilst you pay attention to my pussy.

Deciding that the position wont work, she tells you to lay on the bed, and no sooner have you done so than she moves in and start to work your cock with her hand and mouth, taking you as deep as she can. Working you fast and hard as she wanks you too.

While I move myself so that once more you have access to my pussy, as I lower myself so that your tongue can continue its soft licking and sucking at my clit while I rock my hips, almost grinding myself onto your face.

The girl speeds up her movements, as I rock my hips faster, almost losing my balance as I push down a little and rock as I can feel another orgasm building.

You reach round and take hold of me, making sure I don't go anywhere, wanting me to cum right there whilst I'm sitting on your face.

You go to move one of your hands to try to stop the girl from sucking your cock, not wanting to cum in her mouth, as you are not sure if I would be ok with that. But I stop you, pulling your hand back to my leg (after all you are helping me to stay on your face here). As it seems my movements on your face speed up, so does your tongue on my clit and her movements on your cock. And all looks good for us cumming at the same time as she speeds her movements up on your cock sensing you're close. As you work your tongue faster on my clit and we both cum at the same time. My body shaking again as I try to move off you, but failing and end up falling onto the bed. Still shaking but laughing too.

As the girl makes sure she gets every last bit of cum before moving away from you, sitting on the floor at the end of the bed.

Neither of us hears the girl get up and let someone else into the room as she leaves. First we know is when the whip comes down on us. And the male voice saying, "Keep those eyes closed, you open them when I tell you too."

Neither of us think to argue, or dispute the situation, in fact I can tell you are getting a little turned on, we just lay there in each others arms as the whip comes down again on our sides, a little harder now, you getting the ends of the tails and me the length, you getting the sting and me the softness of the leather.

"On your stomachs!" the new voice tells us, and quickly we move apart, and I feel you move off the bed, its then I realise that you are aware of what's going on, and must have known what I was planning with the girl. 

The whip comes down again on my back, still quite soft, but enough to bring my out of my thought I was lost in. now beginning the soft stoking cross action on my back, building a rhythm like I was when I was whipping you. Making me think it's you with the whip in your hand. But with my eyes closed it's hard to tell. Without warning I feel hands grip my wrists and pull them up over my head and fasten the leather cuffs round them. All the while the whip is coming down on my back, each stoke getting at little harder, as red welts begin to show, my skin beginning to feel hot under each stoke of the whip.

As the whipping continues I am aware of a hand on each of my legs, starting with each foot, and slowly working their way up each leg, slowly massaging, rubbing oil of some sort into my skin. The heady scent of it filling the room as the soft whipping continues on my back, the combination of the skilful fingers working on my legs and the feel of the whip as it comes down on my back leaves me moaning in pleasure, the scent of my arousal filling the room once more.

The skilful fingers working their way up my legs, to my inner thighs, making sure every inch of my flesh in paid attention to, at the fingers start to slow tease my aching pussy lips, softly pulling them apart, massaging them against my thighs. Teasing me even more, making my lift my hips in the air slightly to make it easier for you, well that is until I feel a sharp strike of the whip on my arse.

"You move when we tell you to." the unknown voice says, and again the whip comes down hard on my arse. Soon after I feel a firm hand on my bum pushing it back down onto the bed. But rather than going back to massaging my thighs, one now says on my bum, rubbing and squeezing. And gently slapping as the whipping on my back continues in the cross pattern, each blow a little harder than the last. 

Chained



This particular story is dedicated to a Dear friend of mine. He was the inspiration for this and I thank him for letting me think about my darker fantasies.

Enjoy the read. :)

Lanuit

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He opens the door to his house after a long day at work. He stops immediately and looks around perplexed. Uncustomarily, he takes his coat off and hangs it in the closet himself. He walks to the kitchen, smells of dinner cooking reaching him from the hall. He pauses at the door way and looks at the girl standing at the stove. 

He takes in her lithe form for a minute before walking over and running his hand across her ass. She turns her head and looks at him and smiles, "Hi" 

He smiles and says, "Hi" and kisses her lightly, but then his brow furrows a bit and he asks, "Where is she?" 

The girl continues to see to her cooking and says, "she's in the Playroom and has a surprise for you." 

His brow softens and he chuckles lightly and says, "even though she knows she's going to be punished now?" 

"Yes," she says, "she said it would be worth the punishment. You know how she is when it comes to surprises and how stubborn she can be. Oh, you're going to need this." She puts her hand in her pocket and pulls it out holding a key and hands it to him. 

He nods and walks out shaking his head but with a smile on his face knowing how much he will enjoy punishing her and having an idea as to what his surprise is. He walks down the hall and quietly opens the door to the Playroom. He knows that she heard him enter the house and would be anticipating his arrival.

He stands at the door looking at her, taking her in. She's kneeling in the middle of the room with her back to him, her hands tied behind her back with thin black rope, her forehead to the floor, and blindfolded. There is a wide deep crimson ribbon wrapped around her upper body and then wound around her waist and tied in a big bow at the top of her ass. The ends of the ribbon go straight down in between her legs covering her pussy. 

At the door still, he looks at the key and then at her again. He walks in and walks around her looking at her more closely. He stops to the side of her and crouches down tilting his head, looking at her tits almost touching the floor. He sees nipple clamps attached to each nipple and a chain leading down from each one. They hang slightly from her body, but not much, as it seems there isn't much slack.

He leans over, close to her ear and says quietly and calmly, "You will be punished and not lightly, my pet." He stands up and walks to the back of her again and stares at the bow, letting her build up more anticipation.

The room is slightly chill as she kneels in it. Her heart was racing before but now she's reclaimed her calm and is relaxed. She knows he'll be home soon. Several minutes go by and she hears the front door open. Her ears perk up and strain to hear him as her heart starts racing again. She listens to him go to the kitchen and stay there several minutes before starting down the hall. She concentrates hard on calming her breath and stilling her heart. 

She takes several deep breaths and clenches her jaw as her chest expands stretching the chain and pulling the clamps on her nipples. She hears the door open and a breeze comes in from the hall brushing against her skin, raising small goosebumps across her. 

She moves her eyes down, her eyelids pressing closed as she takes a slow, steadying breath and then relaxes. She breathes in and out calmly as she listens to him enter the room and circle her. Her eyes follow him behind the blindfold, her ears listening to every sound being made, and her skin tingling in anticipation of his touch. She feels his hot breath against her ear and neck as he talks to her sending little waves of pleasure down her neck and back.

She remains relaxed knowing he is unhappy but hoping what she had in store for him will ease his anger. She feels him move behind her and she tells herself to remain calm and relaxed like a mantra easing her excitement. He reaches for the end of the bow and grabs it and then releases it and brings his hand back and quickly slaps her ass as hard as he can in quick succession five times on her right butt cheek. 

She shrieks in surprise of the blows as the pain quickly goes through her body in waves. "Silence," he says calmly and evenly. She immediately closes her mouth and clenches her jaw trying to remain as quiet as possible. She ends up sliding some as her head gets pushed forward from the momentum of the blows. The chain stretches again as the slack is taken up by her stretching body. He pauses for less than a minute before giving another five hard slaps on the left side.

Her jaw clenches harder but she keeps the rest of her body relaxed and remains silent for him. He steps back then and turns around and walks out of the room and closes the door without another word denying her whatever surprise she has for him. 

He stands outside the door with his back to it and opens his hand and looks at the key again. The key is small very much like the one for her collar. He isn't actually that angry with her but she needs to learn her lesson. He waits there for a few minutes staring at the key before reaching into his pocket, getting out his keyring and attaching it next to the key for her collar.

He smiles as he remembers the day he got the call that her collar was finally ready from the metal smith. He remembered how happy he was placing the collar around her neck and locking it in place. He has a feeling that he will be happy with her surprise, but she needs to stew for a bit and think about her actions. He walked down the hall and to the dining room for dinner.

Tears were soaking the blindfold as she heard him close the door. She knew he was upset, and she accepted her punishment for her disobedience. She calmed herself quickly regaining control over her emotions. She listened to him standing outside the door for several minutes before walking away.

She knew she had disobeyed, but she kept hope that everything will be ok in the end. She regained her calm. She was getting tired of being in that position. Her knees started to ache and her head started to hurt from the floor. Her shoulders were getting sore from her arms being behind her back.

She knelt there listening to him and his plaything talking and laughing. She smiled as she heard them goofing around. She knew that this did not mean he would be any easier on her but she liked hearing them happy. She heard his plaything start to clear dinner as he walked back down the hall. He went straight to the Playroom and opened the door.

He turned on the light as it had grown dark. He could see that she was tiring of her position and he shook his head again at her stubborness and smiled. Crouching again at her side, he leans over and kisses the side of her neck.

"Now, let me see this surprise you insist upon giving me," he says softly into her ear and then gets up and moves behind her again. He reaches down and undoes the ribbon letting it fall away from her body. He smiles as he looks down at her pussy.

The silver chain from each of her nipples threaded through the five sets of eyelets pierced on each side of her outer labia and then locked together at the bottom. He smiles as he crouches down again and runs a finger across her laced slit from the top to the bottom. He can hear her breathing start to increase slightly from her obvious arousal. He moves his middle finger up and down again across her slit. There's enough room towards the bottom for him to push his digit in between two sets of eyelets and into her wet pussy. She tenses a bit from the pain and soreness of her labia leftover from the switching of the original rings to the new eyelets.

He starts to move his finger slowly in and out of her pussy and she relaxes and raises her butt some more, pressing onto his finger as her arousal increases. He pulls his finger out of her and leans over her and puts it in her mouth for her to lick and suck clean. She does what is expected of her eagerly.

He removes his finger and straightens up again. He puts his hand on the tied cross section of the rope between her hands and pulls her to a straight position. She moans from the stiffness of her body as it moves back up. He stands up and then pulls her to a standing position slowly keeping her steady.

Her body complies but not without protest as she feels the pain in her lower back and knees from being in the same position for too long. He makes sure she is steady on her feet before he turns her around to face him.

He runs his hand across her cheek gently and removes the blindfold. She waits several second before opening her eyes and then she blinks several times as they adjust to the soft light. She looks directly at him and smiles. He doesn't say anything but leans in and kisses her deeply and softly.

He moves behind her and, holding the cross section of the rope again, he guides her out the door and into the bedroom further down the hall. He leads her into the candle lit room and over to the foot of the bed. His plaything is naked on the bed sitting at the head leaning back against the headboard. His plaything's legs are spread and bent so that her feet are on the bed. His plaything watches as they come in and smiles.

He bends his pet over the bed and unties her hands. He slowly moves her arms around placing her hands right above her head. He motions for his plaything to come forward and she does, crawling to the end of the bed and taking his pet's hands in hers.

Laying down on her stomach, his plaything puts her head next to his pet's facing her. They look at each other as they hear him remove his belt and simultaneously close their eyes. It seems like an eternity before the first blow lands across her butt. Her hands squeeze his plaything's as the blows land allowing herself only to tense those muscles as her jaw automatically clenches.

The blows rain across her back, butt and thighs. They are hard but not too hard. They are not meant to be extremely painful. He pauses after sometime and looks at her seeing the redness all over her, small cuts crisscrossing across her skin, small drops of blood welling up here and there. He runs his hand up and down her back and ass admiring his work.

She can feel the heat emanating from her in waves, his touch against her skin cool and comforting. Her breathing is heavy but under control. He moves his hand down in between her legs and cups her pussy. She moans slightly from the pain of her nipples as the chains are pulled tight and from the soreness of her pussy as he squeezes it firmly.

He moves his hand and pats her side telling her to get on her back. She opens her eyes and releases her grip on his plaything and pushes herself up and turns around placing her butt and her feet on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide. He leans over her and runs a finger down the middle of her chest down between her legs.

Her wetness now leaking out from between her lips glistening on the metal of the chain. He looks at her and says, "Get all the way back on the bed." His plaything gets up as his pet moves and walks over to him. They kiss deeply before he pulls away and she starts to walk out of the room. He slaps her ass lightly as she turns away and then turns back to his pet and starts to undo his pants. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a dragon keyring with now two keys on it. He places the ring on the bed as he removes the rest of his clothing.

His pet watches him closely, admiring him. She lays on the bed her hands at her sides and her legs slightly spread, the fabric of the sheets pressing against her burning skin. He gets up on the bed and straddles her looking down at her. He reaches down and softly squeezes her tits.

She takes a quick breath inward as her nipples move reminding her of the pain of the clamps on them. He gives her tits one good hard squeeze before releasing them and then moves to slowly remove each clamp softly rubbing each nipple afterwards. He leans over and starts to kiss and bite her neck gently, his chest pressing against her sore nipples.

Taking the chains in one hand and keeping them taunt he moves off of her and in between her legs spreading them. He looks up at her as he moves his other hand between her legs, running his fingers across her smooth skin feeling the warmth of her pussy and the hardness of the metal.

He reaches behind him to get the ring and unlocks the lock at the bottom of the chains. He slowly removes the lock and then, set by set he unlaces the chains. She lays there as still as possible as her heart races. She grips the sheets and tries to keep her legs relaxed as her arousal increases and her clit throbs. He finally finishes and puts the chains aside.

He runs a hand along her pussy his middle finger just barely pressing in between her lips. He leans over her and starts sucking and biting on her nipples. He moves so that the head of his cock is just barely touching the outside of her pussy lips, teasing her. He moves his head up and suddenly bites down on the side of her neck while simultaneously penetrating her hard in one thrust all the way to the hilt. 

He holds his bite as he holds himself deep inside of her. She gasps and half moans and screams at the same time when he does that, her arms moving up and wrapping around his chest as her legs wrap around his holding him tightly pressed up against her.

He slowly releases his bite as he slowly pulls out of her. He starts to slowly fuck her as he kisses her. Her arousal starts to peak quickly but she holds herself back. He feels her pussy contracting around him harder as she gets closer. He stops as suddenly as he started and pushes himself up. She releases her hold on him. He kneels in front of her pulling her butt onto his thighs.

He runs his hand across her chest and over her tits lightly and then suddenly slaps each one hard. She moans at the suddenness of it and bites her lower lip as she presses her pussy towards him. He slaps them again before the sting of the last one left her. Her back arches pressing her pussy against him, wet and needy. He smiles enjoying her need of him.

He runs his hands again over her tits feeling the heat off of them and seeing them turn red from the strikes. He pushes her butt down and spreads her legs further apart as he puts his arms under her and grips her shoulders from behind. He starts to fuck her again slowly at first but then harder and faster. She holds on to him, her nails pressing into his back as she bites on his neck trying to maintain her control. He starts to slow down again and starts to go fully in and out slowly.

She loosens her grip but moves and contracts her pussy hard around him with each thrust. She closes her eyes trying to maintain her control. He can feel her getting closer and closer to cumming. She whispers to him her breathing hard and ragged, "M'Lord...may this one...please...cum for you...M'Lord...please?" She holds her breath waiting for his answer.

He moves close to her ear and simply says, "No." Her entire body tenses and then as she slowly releases her breath her body relaxes as she regains control. He kisses her neck and whispers, "Good Girl."

She smiles and closes her eyes again happy that she didn't accidentally cum like she was about to. He pushes himself up and starts to go faster again. She moves her hands to his chest holding them lightly there. He moves one hand and gathers up her wrists and then holds them above her head firmly. He continues for sometime feeling her arousal start to peak again and starts kissing her as he slows down.

He thrusts hard and deep in her once and holds it there and then says as he starts kissing her neck, "You may cum now my dear pet."

He starts to go slowly in and out of her again. As soon as she hears those words her pussy contracts hard against him as she starts to cum. She moves her head back against the bed and moans loudly as her whole body tenses and contracts as her pussy contracts hard around him, cumming all over him. She feels him start to thrust harder into her as his own orgasm starts.

He grips her wrists harder as he cums. She feels him start to cum and she cums again before she even finished the first time. He stops holding himself in her as she continues to contract around him for several seconds.

She relaxes completely and totally spent, as her pussy and clit throb around him. She passes out almost immediately totally drained for a few moments. He kisses her lightly and releases her wrists. Her eyes slowly open and close kissing him back softly. He moves off of her and rolls her to her side before getting up.

He moves off the bed and goes out to the living room to find his plaything asleep. He gently picks her up and takes her to the bedroom and lays her down. She wakes slightly as he moves her and he kisses her gently. He lays down in between them and starts to kiss and tease his plaything till she fully wakes.

He makes love to her for a couple of hours satisfying both of them. Afterwards he collapses and passes out with both of his girls wrapped around him as the sun rises.



Chained



There was a summer sun, casting through the windows around the house. I loved that "open" look, that feeling of being able to soak in the sun from my couch, to slide the latches up and feel the cross-breeze in my house.

Alice was, perhaps, a bit -- but only a bit -- less fond of it. That might have been due to her walking through the house with only my collar upon her deliciously curved body, a form that seemed to fit like a puzzle piece into the bowed layout of my living room. I knew with no doubt she relished it while dressed, but the sense of being observed changed her opinion, changed her enjoyment.

But, then, this wasn't done for her. At least, not quite yet.

For her, to some extent, was the 2nd half of the Beeb's _Pride and Prejudice_. Having read the book (Oi! Not the one with the Zombies!), I was more than willing, if slightly bored, to watch with her, with the condition that her body was mine to torment during, with no hope for release -- and that such orgasmic pleasure would be swiftly punished. 

So, with rights reserved, I used the right to play with her shape, pressed against me on the sofa as we watched Colin Firth get drenched. For some odd reason, she asked me to replay that scene.

Twice.

She was already well-drenched by my ministrations by that point; I confess to having kept her on a keen edge of delight for much of the viewing. There were portions she missed, due to my hands in her hair, the exposed portions of her neck teased with lips and tongue and teeth most active. Worse, perhaps, was my hands, that gripped and grazed and fondled her smooth skin. I delighted in having my palm find perch cupping a breast, two fingers tweezing her ripe nub of a nipple.

And, of course, being a man, I could not help but press my case. I strove for innocence with swollen shaft, but her slow squirming of a sharply-curved ass against my cock was too much a hardship, and forced me against her nether slit. If it also slid against her clit, 'tis not my fault! I did what I could to not torment her too much, after all...

...it was inevitable, though, that such a delightfully swollen clit would be visited by me. That I'd simply push that thick cock head onto the tip, slowly rubbing as she begins to beg for my unavailable mercy, the program forgotten for a time. The joy of knowing someone well is the joy of pushing their limits to the edge, of making them suffer with delight that feels unending. And so I did.

"...PLEASE. Please fuck me. Fuck my cunt, make it yours, make it hurt..."

"No."

And she'd moan again, loud.

When the torment stopped, I had a guess how long it lasted from the scene, once we refocused. But that was blocked by Alice's sudden turn, her grabbing my face, kissing me fiercely as she re-presented her naked form to my clothed flesh. And such fierce devotion could only be met with the same, as my hands caressed her face, our lips pressing home our mutual desires. We pulled away after...who knows how long? Who cares?

But dammit, now I had to rewind _again_.

Epic revenge was called for, and I again took advantage of the rules. My pants went down, and she moaned again as the tip of my cock, it's swollen and precum-dripping head, pressed ever-so-gently against her sopping need. A strong hand 'round her hips stopped her from pressing her case as I laid there, my cock nudging her pussy open, violating her in away both gentle and wicked.

"Are you empty, sweetie?"

"You know I am, you bastard!"

"Don't worry, when we finish watching this, I swear I'll fill you up hard and good. But if you try to slide down on my cock now? Oh you'll go to bed an empty and pain-filled young lady."

"Grrrrr...."

So that, as the say, was that. Her pussy dripping 'round the head of my stilled cock; as it grew soft, I simply kept shifting to press her open, until it was my fingers that kept my soft cock wedged in there, tormenting her.

When the series was done, she went to the bathroom (held it the whole time!), while I got straightened up, and told her to meet me in the garage. A sharp look got a retort, "You know the neighbors can't see," and perhaps she didn't hear my whispered "yet" as well. I picked up the long steel rod, warm to the touch, and walked across the grass.

The olive-green metal door opened with a creak, and I reminded myself to get some more WD-40 for it, eying the hinges with a annoyed face. I closed the door, then my feet swept to where my gaze now lied, and settled the screw-end of the rod down into the floor, dodging the chromed chains hanging overhead as I worked. She came in as I finished twisting the rod into it's socket, and stood quietly, until I walked over to her, and grabbed her hair.

"I promised sweet Alice a fill-up, didn't I?"

"Oh, no...no, Sir, please...just fuck me..." She even started rubbing her hand on my cock, half-bending over with her ass pressed near me, whimpering and moaning her need to be fucked, promising she'd be good, she'd take it in her ass just the way I wanted it. 

I simply waited awhile, relishing her growing depravity, and the ease it came to her, with every debauched effort on our parts. Her training had been a wicked bit of effort, these last few months, and her growing sense of self was matched with an eager willingness in many cases, to explore.

But not in this case. And I knew she was nervous. She wanted it -- it had been her idea, after all -- but kept pushing it off. Even the time I did the depth measurements, she was of two minds; babbling about the ability, whilst presented a sopping wet cunt to be plunged. 

"Enough." And that one word brought her up short. "Decision's made. Spread."

Trussing her up was a slow, teasing process. I kept her nervous self occupied with more slow teasing of her clit and cunt lips, with hot, melting kisses, even as the strong leather harness was buckled onto her lovely frame. On top of that, rope for her upper frame, strapped and tied to distribute her weight, and her arms manacled and bound behind on a clip.

And then, the hooks -- three of them off the chain, attached to the ropes. A final, long kiss, her tears now evident, and I pressed the button for the wench, pressing her body to me as It rose into the warm air a few feet.

My hands pulled the chain, and she slid. I felt water on my skin, and wondered if it was tears of her needy juices, still flowing. The wench slid her down, and I positioned her just over the pole, the tip pressing against her need, tapered to a gently curved top that I slowly lubed, looking her in her watery eyes all the while.

"Open for Daddy," and the wench slid down the pole, slowly. The moan muffled the grind of gears as she was filled by the steel shaft to about 3/4ths her max depth, then it stopped. I adjusted to round metal plate that was a last resort; the wench was designed to only go down so far, and quick spans were in abundance for this, but better safe, etc.

And then the clamps. The ring on the ground. The thin bungee cord, connecting the clamp chains to the ring. The wink, and the scream, as one clamp was fiercely attached to her ripe clit. Her begging now, whimpering as the other clamps landed on her nipples.

"Take the pain, my Love. It will make this all the more sweeter." And I tightened the slack so it all pulled taut, pulled her pointed, eager parts out even more into the shaft of light landing in front of her impaled form.

"You're going to get fucked properly, now. So deep, so well, so hard. And you'll adore it, and wonder why I never let you do this before."

"Sir...Ohhh...it hurts, and my cunt burns...just let me cum....please..."

"Here's how you'll cum." and the wench started up, pulling her slowly off the pole. And then abruptly shifted gears, sliding her down, then back up, over and again, so slowly, so powerfully, her own weight drilling the metal deep into her gaping pussy.

I can't describe the sounds she made. Underneath it all was the core -- the delicious sound of her wet cunt being probed, over and again, sloppy leavings on the slick pole as she's violated again and again. The whine of the engine as it raised and lowered her onto that unbending shaft, forcing her hungry cunt to take what I wished of it. The high, keening sound as the rise of the pole pulled on her more sensitive spots, and scraped another spot deep.

It was not long before her ongoing attempts to beg a cum were of the pitch and volubility I wanted, and permission was given. It was beatific; her muscles tight, her voice a melding of th angelic and demonic, and it seemed to me even the steel pole shook from the force.

But I needed to get her out, so I tore my eyes from the sight as soon as the wench was stopped at the top. I did delight, though, that she re-doubled her release, it seemed, with every clamp removed. 

The futon was ready, and I untied and unbuckled her as she laid there, aftershocks vibrating her flesh, her mouth open, her sounds more quiet but unabated. She returned the soft but loving kiss I gave her, and the soft "thank you, sir", and I curled up next to her, holding her warm flesh tight in the dark room.



Chained



This story was presented as a challenge to me. I don't condone or approve of true non-consent though admit the fantasy is an intriguing idea. I was asked to write a story pushing my own boundaries and here it is. 

Again, everything found within is fantasy. The characters are all over 21 and again... it's not real. That said, enjoy...

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Chapter One:

She'd had the fantasy for quite a while, many girls did; that erotically sexy thought about being taken, about strong hands pinning her, stripping her and taking advantage of her. But, it was a fantasy, just that. It wasn't ever supposed to actually happen. These were the thoughts that flew through her mind as a strong arm snaked around her body holding her. A hand clamped a cloth roughly over her mouth and nose as she prepared to scream. A chemical smell burned into her sinuses and a wave of dizziness washed through her. She struggled against her attacker, but the chemical did its job and the dizziness soon gave way to the abyss of unconsciousness.

When consciousness finally returned she found herself lying uncomfortably on a cold concrete floor. Looking around she noted that she was in a fairly large room with walls the same dull grey concrete as the floor. There were no windows to be seen, the only light in the room was provided by a single bare bulb in the ceiling. The only furniture a simple metal bench against the wall, a stainless steel toilet and sink in the corner nearest to her, and a metal cabinet against the far wall beside the only exit she'd seen. 

Pushing herself to her feet, her body stiff from goodness knew how long passed out on the concrete, she moved toward the door. She'd taken four steps when she came to the horrific realization that she was chained to the floor. Clamped to her ankle six feet of heavy chain connected to an iron loop in the floor. The chain was long enough to reach the toilet and the bench, but far to short to reach the door. Reaching down, she pulled hard at the chain knowing it was likely a futile gesture but still needing to try. Unsurprisingly, she wasn't able to pull it free. Crossing to the bench she was depressed but not surprised to see that it was also bolted to the concrete floor.

She had no idea how much time had passed when sound from outside her room reached her. Looking up, she fixated on the far door as it opened on well-oiled hinges. Jumping to her feet as a man entered, closed the door behind him, and unlocked the cabinet. He never once acknowledged her. 

"Hey," she called out, but if he heard her he showed no sign. She stepped forward as far as the chain would allow. "Hey, you. Let me out," she demanded. 

This time he looked towards her briefly before continuing to fuss with whatever he was doing. 

"HEY! I don't know who the fuck you are, but let me the fuck out of here!"

The man turned to face her crossing his arms in front of his chest and stared at her coldly for several moments. His gaze was disconcerting and she found herself having trouble meeting it. 

Finally after what felt like eternity, he spoke.

"That kind of language is unacceptable," his voice was low and rumbling. 

"Fuck you," she snapped. 

"This is your last warning. Such language will be met with discipline."

"Fuck! You!" she said slowly, accentuating every word as she stood defiantly.

He crossed the room faster than she'd have thought he could and for a moment, his hand raised, she thought he was going to hit her. Instead of the blow she expected, his hand caught in her hair, his fingers entwining as he pulled it tightly. She cried out as he roughly pulled her along to the metal bench, where he sat and pulled her down across his lap. 

Bent over his lap she had the sudden realization of what he was about to do. 

"Don't you fucking dare!"

"Language," he corrected before bringing his free hand down hard across her ass. The sound of the slap echoed through the room. The stinging sensation across her butt caused her to yelp. The second came quickly and then the third. Each slap stung worse than the one before and she cried out louder with each. Tears began to flow down her cheeks as the 'discipline' continued. 

She lost track of how many times he spanked her, she even stopped crying out with each new blow, until finally she sobbed quietly across his lap. He stopped finally, his hand releasing its hold on her hair, his other resting gently along her hip. His fingers moved slowly, caressingly almost sympathetically against her.

"I'm sorry I had to do that," he said softly. "But you need to understand the rules. You need to know what's allowed and what's not," he explained. "That kind of language has its place, but only by special request." 

With care, he shifted and gently moved her until she was lying on the bench. Eyes still tearing, she watched him closely.

"Why?" she whispered. "Why are you doing this?"

He paused and brushed the hair from her eyes. 

"Because you've been bought and paid for," he said simply. "You belong to me now, assuming the training goes well."

She stared in stunned silence at him. She'd been bought and paid for? What the hell did he mean by that?

"Now," he continued. "I'm going to get you something to eat. By the time I get back, I want you out of these clothes," he fingered her blouse. "As with everything we do, there's an easy way and a hard way. The sooner you learn to listen and follow the easy way, the happier you'll be."

With that he left the room. She stared at his retreating back and continued to stare at the closed door after he left. She'd been bought and paid for? That means someone sold her. That was crazy. You didn't sell people in the 21st century. Things like that just didn't happen. 

Chapter Two:

Her resolve had returned by the time he did. She was thoroughly pissed with herself for crying. There was no way she was going to let this bastard see her weak. That wasn't going to happen again, she promised herself. She stood filled with defiance when the door opened and she glared as he entered the room. 

She heard his resigned sigh as he regarded her, saw him shake his head more to himself than to her, and she waited for him to say something. He'd told her to remover her clothes, she had chosen not too. Fuck him, she thought but she refrained from voicing the words - her cheeks still burned from the earlier spanking. 

Without a word to her, he unlocked the cabinet and removed something from it. Turning back towards her allowed her to see the item he'd retrieved and her eyes widened with fear as she caught sight of the large knife. Holding the weapon up, allowing it to catch the light, he stepped towards her. She retreated back with each step he took until she felt the bench against the back of her knees - there was nowhere left to go. He continued to approach, the knife growing bigger in her vision. 

"I asked you nicely," he said in resignation. "I asked you to remove your clothes. I even warned you that there would be consequences." 

The blade moved closer to her neck and she froze in place, terrified to move for fear of accidently cutting herself on it. He reached forward with his free hand and caught the collar of her blouse pulling it out a ways before moving the tip of the blade against her throat. 

"I'm... I'm sorry," she stammered. "I can do it now," she pleaded.

"No! I'm afraid it's too late for that."

The blade plunged down the sound of tearing clothes filled the room as it made short work of her blouse. He pulled the garment off her shoulders and tossed it aside before reaching for her bra. Again, a careful cut to the centre lace and it soon joined the tattered blouse. She moved to cover her breasts with her arms, trying to maintain at least some modesty. 

"Stop!" he commanded and to her surprise she did. 

Turning her around to face the wall he pushed her forward. She caught herself with her hands and found herself in the police frisk position. She felt the cold metal on her back as he moved the blade to the waistband of her jeans. More tearing as the sharp edge split the faded denim. Her socks and shoes had disappeared long ago, likely when he'd chained her to the floor because she had no recollection of where she lost them. All she knew now was that she was standing in her thong panties, facing a concrete wall with no idea of what was going to happen next. 

She was surprised to feel his fingers moving almost tenderly down the flesh of her back to her cheeks. He touched them gently, but even the light touch reminded her of how sore her ass actually was. She gasped in a combination of surprise and pain. 

"I really don't like seeing you in pain," he said softly. "But, you keep leaving me no choice." With a sharp pull upwards he tore the thong free. The moments before the fabric split were excruciating on the soft tender flesh of her vagina, the material sliding between the lips of her pussy painfully. She cried out in pain and whirled to face him, but he was already striding away, her little red thong dangling from his right hand. He returned the knife and pulled out a length of hose. 

The sink by the toilet reminded her of a laundry sink and he quickly attached one end of the hose to it. He turned the knobs and adjusted the temperature before turning back to her. 

"What now?" she began, moments before he unleashed a jet of warm water at her. The spray from the hose was painful and she did her best to shy away from it, but he stepped forward and soaked her completely from head to foot. 

"Stop," she begged but he didn't listen. The water stopped and she gasped for air, but her reprieve was short lived. The cloth he used to wash her was rough as he lathered the soap over her body. He was not in the slightest bit gentle as he scrubbed every inch of her and her begging for mercy became mewling grunts of anguish. The rough treatment finally ended only to be replaced with the pin prickling agony of the water again as he rinsed the soap from her body. By the time he was finished, she felt as though her entire body had been violated, not to mention her dignity. 

She sat, huddled and dripping on the metal bench as he tidied up the sink. She watched him from the corner of her eye, but he ignored her completely. When he was done, he left the room and returned a moment later with a tray of food, a towel and a blanket. He place them beside her on the bench and left. 

Chapter Three:

She hadn't expected to fall asleep, but the opening of the door woke her and she cautiously looked out from the blanket she had wrapped around her naked body. He had returned, she noted and dropped her head back to her arms watching him without really moving. He was carrying a metal chair that he placed in the middle of the room and sat down facing her. 

"Good, you're awake," he said simply. "I hope you slept well."

She couldn't bring herself to answer and he frowned deeply. 

"So, I think its about time we had a talk," he continued. "I want you to understand what's happening to you and what is expected of you."

Again she couldn't be bothered to respond when he paused and she could see the frustration in his eyes. 

"Would you please sit up?" 

She ignored his request. Fuck him, she thought to herself. 

"If that's the way it's got to be," he said with resignation as he rose and crossed the room. 

Her eyes never left him as he closed the distance between them. She wasn't sure what he was going to do to her, but she honestly didn't care - she was tired, hungry, cold and angry. In her mind all those things currently came before frightened. He loomed over her for a moment, hands crossed in that disapproving way he had. 

"I'll ask you one more time," he said slowly. "Get up."

She looked away, doing her best to ignore him. 

"Fine," the words were spat out as he reached for her. "Bad girls get punished."

He yanked the blanket from her leaving her naked and exposed on the bench. Still she did not move. Pain blossomed from her chest as he clamped her nipple between his thumb and finger. Her scream was involuntary as he viciously twisted the tender flesh. Her hand slapped down to knock him away, but his grip was strong and he simply squeezed harder in retaliation. He pulled up stretching the nipple cruelly. The pain was intense and she had no choice but to follow his hand. When he had her upright he released her and her flesh throbbed. It was quiet for several moments before she realized nothing was happening. Looking up she saw that he was simply staring at her. Well, more to the point, he was staring at her breasts. She was not particularly large in the chest, but she managed a handful and had wonderfully sensitive nipples. She had on occasion been able to climax just from nipple play they were so sensitive - that was what made his treatment of them so excruciating. 

Looking down at her chest, she realized that her right nipple was red and swollen, which made sense given its recent treatment. The left however was also swollen. It had risen of its own accord and she immediately dismissed it as an effect of the cold. As she watched, he reached for her left breast. She was tempted to shy away from his touch, but the idea frightened her, she didn't want to hurt. His touch was surprisingly gently as he cupped her flesh, his hand kneading gently. His thumb moved over the sensitive peak of her nipple and a small gasp escaped her lips. 

His thumb continued to flick and tease the small bud and to her horror she couldn't resist the shivers that went through her body, and worse, she couldn't stop the traitorous flesh from responding to the attention. Soon, her nipple stood nearly an inch long, hard and perky as it sought his touch. A small part of her was disappointed when he released her breast and moved back to the chair. 

"So, as I was saying," he continued. "I want you to understand what's happening. You are mine. Simple. You are to become my toy. I will use you however I see fit." Her eyes widened and she wanted to protest, even cleared her throat to do so, but he forestalled her with a raised hand. "No," he commanded. "This isn't a discussion. You will be trained to please me. You will do whatever I tell you. I will use you however I see fit." 

He stood and crossed the room. His eyes never left hers. She was struck by the unwavering command in those green eyes, she knew he was serious and the thought terrified her... and something else she couldn't explain. He stopped in front of her and caressed her cheek.

"If you fight, if you back talk, if you do anything that displeases me, you will be punished," he accentuated his point by roughly wrenching her head back by her hair. She gasped at the sudden roughness. He leaned in towards her, still holding her by the hair. "If," he continued, his voice barely a whisper. "If you do well you will be rewarded."

The kiss that he planted roughly on her was filled with passion and promise. His tongue plunged deep into her surprised mouth, teasing and playing against her own. As he pulled back, he let his teeth capture her bottom lip and bit teasingly as he pulled back, eventually allowing it to escape. Releasing her, he turned his back and crossed the room. Her heart was racing. It's just the fear, she told herself. It's just the fear.

Chapter Four:

His back was to her as he fussed at the far cabinet, his body blocking her from seeing what he did.

"Now," he began, closing the cabinet and turning back towards her. "We're going to take a little walk. There's a special room I'd like to introduce you too, but before we do that I have something for you." He held what looked like a metal choker in his hands. Raising it for her inspection he twisted it in his hand, the band was polished metal and, when clicked together as it was now, it made a perfect circle. "This is your collar," he explained. "It is the symbol of your status and you will wear it at all times from this moment forward. Questions?"

She simply blinked at him, her eyes moving from the metal collar to him and back to the collar.

"Now then," he continued with a smile. "As this is a bit of an occasion, would you please kneel before me so I can do this properly?"

She continued to look from him to the collar, her eyes widened in horror as it registered what was happening, what that collar meant. She shook her head in slow, exaggerated motions as something inside her refused the implication. "Noooo," she whispered, not really in defiance but more denial. "Nooo, please," she begged. 

He frowned. "Now come on," he replied his other hand drawing the black leather riding crop from behind his back. "Don't make this more difficult than it needs to be."

She cringed away from the leather crop, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. "Please," she begged again. 

"Now, now," he said tenderly as he ran the tip of the riding crop gently down the back of her arm. She shivered from the tickle of the light touch. "The crop doesn't have to bring pain every time." He used it to push her arm away from where it covered her chest exposing her breasts. She eyed him warily as he ran the soft leather around the curve of her breast. The sensation sent shivers through her again and her traitorous nipples began to respond. She clamped her arm back across her chest.

"Oh, now lets not do that," he commented as he pulled the arm away again and continued caressing her soft flesh with his crop. Goosebumps rose across her skin, her nipples hardened in anticipation. She looked up at him and saw him hungrily watching her reactions. She gasped as the leather teased across the peak of her nipple. "You see, the crop can bring you pleasure," he added as he continued to tease, tracing around the dark shading of her areola. "And sometimes, even a little bit of pain can be pleasure," he said as he slapped the leather of the crop across her erect nipple. She gasped again as the slap sent spasms of arousal through her body. 

He went back to caressing her breasts with the crop, moving from one to the other with no real pattern. Periodically he would slap across her nipple and every time she would gasp and shiver. She closed her eyes and her world seemed to become the sensations across her breasts. A small moan escaped her lips and he knew she was ready. 

"Now," he whispered in her ear, close enough that she could feel his breath on her lobe. "Kneel for me."

She slipped from the bench onto the floor as he continued to excite her flesh with the leather's soft caress, her eyes still closed as she savoured the sensation. 

"What a good girl," he assured her softly as the caressing stopped. She felt his hands brush against her neck, barely a whisper of a touch. 

"CLICK!"

Her eyes snapped open at the sound. He pulled his hands back and the weight of the metal collar settled against her. "No," she whispered fiercely, a panicked look in her eyes as she stared at him. He smiled at her.

"Yes."

Chapter Five:

She was so incredibly pissed off with herself. She couldn't believe that she'd gotten down on her knees, couldn't believe she'd let the sensations through her body seduce her like that, couldn't believe she'd let him collar her so easily. Her anger with herself turned to a cold hard resolve. She might not be able to stop him, might not be able to get away from him, but that didn't mean she was going to let him do these things to her. No, she decided, from now on she was going to fight him. She'd go kicking, screaming and biting before she did what he wanted. 

The chain on her leg was switched for a chain leash attached to her new collar. She'd tried to bite him when he'd approached to attach it and had received a stinging blow across her breasts from the crop for her trouble. She'd winced and cried out even as the red welt began to form and he'd had the leash attached before she could struggle further. 




Chained



Tugging her to her feet he pulled her along as he left the room. She'd wondered what was on the other side of the door, wondered if it might present a chance to escape. Hope momentarily flared inside her. Perhaps she would find a chance to escape. 

Trailing along at the end of her leash, she followed him down a small hallway to another door and another room. Stepping inside she noted that this room was not nearly as stark as the one she'd been living in. This one, while still concrete across the floor with the same drain in the centre was furnished different. A large wrought iron bed occupied the far wall, the obligatory cabinet stood near the door, a heavy wood coffee table in the middle of the room and various chairs of a similar heavy wood design scattered about. The walls were also paneled in wood, to soften the effect of the concrete she assumed and one wall held a large floor to ceiling mirror. 

It was the mirror that caught her. For the first time since this ordeal had begun she had a chance to see herself but she couldn't believe that what she was seeing was real. Reflected in the mirror was a pale, dark haired woman standing stark naked on the end of a leash. Her hair was a disheveled mess that might be easier to shave off than to actually comb out, a red welt stood out starkly across her chest contrasting with the pale of her skin, and dark circles had taken up residence under her eyes. She barely recognized herself. 

"It's simply a transition," he assured her. He'd caught her looking in the mirror. "When the process is complete you will be more beautiful than ever."

She barely heard his words as she stared enthralled at the image. A tug on her leash dragged her forward and she stepped instinctively to prevent herself from falling. Naked and humiliated she half walked and was half dragged across the room. 

He pushed her back onto the bed and she blinked in surprise. She stared around as though seeing the bed for the first time, the realization of what was to come slowly dawning on her. 

"N...No," she stammered but he merely looked at her. "No," she repeated more firmly. "I'm not doing this."

He looked at her quizzically, seeming surprised at her words. 

She moved to stand and he pushed her back with ease. "No," she said more sharply as she tried to stand again. "I will not let you." He pushed her back again but she slapped and scratched at him as she fell back, before kicking at him and flailing with her feet. 

"Ow," he snapped as blood welled in the scratch on his arm and he took a half step away from her flailing limbs. She saw what looked like anger in his eyes for the first time, but she didn't care, she promised herself that she would fight him and she would. 

"Fine," he snapped. "We do it the hard way."

Locking the end of the leash to the headboard, all the while doing his best to avoid her lashing fists and feet, he left her there on the bed. Her flailing slowed and she watched his retreating back as he went to the cabinet.

"I was hoping we could do this nicely," he called back as he unlocked the cabinet. "But, it seems that's just not meant to be." He pulled a collection of straps and buckles from the cabinet and turned back towards her. "We'll just have to do it the hard way."

She expected him to come directly towards her and she was ready to start punching and flailing again, but she was to be disappointed. Instead, he went to the head of the bed where he'd secured the end of the leash. When he pulled roughly on the leash she found herself pulled roughly toward the headboard and the iron loop he'd run the leash through. She grabbed hold of the chain and tried to pull back on it, but he was significantly stronger than she was and she simply delayed the inevitable.

When she was close enough for her head to touch the iron he stopped pulling and secured the leash to a hook on the wall. She could still kick and flail, but her range of motion was distinctly shortened unless she wanted to risk breaking her own neck. Still he did not approach her, instead moving to the foot of the bed, a length of rope in his hands. 

"What," he asked rhetorically. "You didn't think I'd planned for this possibility?"

She kicked out at him when he seemed to reach for her foot. He laughed as he caught her foot and then released it as she began to flail. Something wasn't right, she realized. Something just didn't feel right. When he pulled back on the length of rope he'd looped around her ankle she realized what that something was. She desperately tried to get the loop off her ankle pushing at it with her other foot but it was no use. He slowly, steadily pulled her foot toward the bedpost at the foot of the bed, stretching her out before securing the rope. 

Chapter Six:

She watched on in terror as he secured the rope and moved to the opposite foot. She refused to kick at him this time, she didn't want to take the chance he'd catch her other foot, and instead pulled it away trying to tuck in under her thigh. 

"You're just delaying the inevitable," he complained as he kneeled onto the bed caught hold of her by the ankle and pulled the foot out, quickly throwing another loop around it and pulling it toward the bedpost. She felt horribly exposed with her legs spread apart as they were. 

He moved back up and reached for her wrist, but she pulled both her hands away cradling them against her chest. "Please," she begged. "Don't do this, please." She was annoyed that she'd resorted to begging but if it worked she'd deal. "Please, don't hurt me anymore." He paused for a moment and she had a brief thought that she'd gotten through, that maybe he was going to stop. He reached forward tenderly and took hold of her hand almost gently, his fingers caressing against her skin. 

"I asked you whether you wanted to do this the easy way or the hard way," he said tenderly. "You chose the hard way." He pulled her hand away from her chest and toward the edge of the bed. 

"No!" she screamed at him as she tried to scratch and hit him with her other hand. Secured as she was the angle was awkward and the blows ineffective as he went about securing her wrist. She was still yelling and screaming at him as he circled the bed and did the same on the other side. Spread eagle naked on the bed, exposed in everyway she could imagine, she threw herself against her restraints. He watched her as he slowly began to undress. Seeing him stripping brought a renewed bout of screaming frenzy from her. 

Completely naked now, he stood and watched her on the bed, tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes and she strained against the bonds. The cries had changed from words to mere screaming and he had to admit she did have lungs. He considered her for several moments before turning and walking away. Watching him leave stunned her to say the least and there was a reprieve in her screaming, until she realized he was simply going back to that damned cabinet. 

As he strode back towards her she began again, her mouth opened wide as she expressed herself - seemingly louder and louder until he slapped the ball into her mouth. She thrashed her head from side to side, but this just helped him get the gag fixed properly around her head. Blessedly, he thought, silence. 

She lay there, silenced by the gag with drool coming out from the corner of her mouth, watching him watch her. His eyes moved over her body in... what? Excitement? Anticipation? What the hell was he waiting for?

When he finally moved it was not how she expected, he sat on the bed beside her his hand resting on her stomach. His hand moved gently over her abdomen as he caressed her. His touch was light and almost tender as he tickled the fine hairs of her skin. She shivered against her bonds as her breathing slowed. He used both hands to massage her, his touch more firm as he kneaded her flesh. His hands moved all over her - he cupped her breasts gently showing great care with the soft flesh before sliding them down her body and across her thighs letting the edges of his fingers tease her vagina. He gave no thought to propriety as he learned her curves. 

"There," he said softly. "That's not so bad, is it?" She desperately wanted to tell him to 'Fuck Off' but that was just not possible. His hands moved back up to her breasts and began playing with her nipples. She could feel those traitorous nubs responding to the attention. Fuck me, she thought sourly. 

"See, these at least love the attention." He flicked his finger across the tip of one and even she could not deny her reaction. "So, with that in mind, I think this will be where we start." She wasn't sure where he pulled them from, but he was holding a pair of strange little clamps. He played with her nipple as he attached the little clamp, tickling with the edge of the device before catching the sensitive flesh in its grasp. As he released the spring it tightened against her nub and she inhaled deeply at the sudden bite. It hurt, there was no denying it, hurt like hell. Fuck, she thought, he literally had her nipple in a vice. But there was something else too. 

"These are just the starter set," he said conversationally as he moved to the other side. "With training you'll soon be begging for the next step up." 

With both her nipples squeezed tightly in their clamps he sat back on the bed and ran his hands down between her legs. His fingers slid gently through the down of her bush and between her lips. He smiled widely at what he'd found. 

"See," he whispered conspiratorially. "You are enjoying it."

After a quick little tease of his fingertips against her hardening clit he pulled his fingers away and tasted the wetness on them. She stared on horror struck. Why the fuck was she getting wet? And why had his touch felt so good. 

"Don't worry, my little masochist," he said as he reached for the chain between the two clamps and gave it a sharp tug. Pain blossomed in her breasts but, fuck, it felt good. "It'll be our little secret," he added with a wink. 

Chapter Seven:

He slid his hand back between her legs and teased his fingers through her lips. This time his touches were harder, firmer and she groaned behind her gag as he ran across her clit. She knew she was getting wetter and wetter and if she hadn't realized it, he had not problem telling her. A part of her was horrified that she was getting so turned on. Fuck, he was raping her after all. The last thing she should be was turned on. 

She lost that argument when he slid his fingers into her pussy. Her lips parted under his touch and his thick fingers, two she thought, slid right in. He began slowly finger fucking her and she just got wetter and wetter. She groaned from his attentions. His thumb found her clit again and began tracing small circles over it. The added stimulation was crazy and she moaned in response. 

"See, you are a little fuck toy aren't you?"

The question was punctuated with him plunging his fingers deep inside her, his thumb running hard against her clit. She tried to gasp, damn gag. Her back began to arch in response as her muscles began to contract. Somewhere a little voice was screaming at her, but she didn't care. It felt so good. 

He kept her like that for a while, on the edge, close to orgasm. Just when she thought she'd come he pulled back and let her relax a bit before beginning anew. It was incredibly frustrating. Why wouldn't he let her come? Why did he have to keep tormenting her?

Her breathing was ragged, her eyes tearing in frustration instead of anger. Her skin felt hyper sensitive, every touch sent shivers through her and still he teased - those talented fingers sliding in and hooking up into that sensitive flesh of her g-spot. He'd tease her for a time, fingers playing against her g-spot while his thumb tormented her clitoris. 

"Would you like to cum, my fuck toy?" She hated the word and refused to respond. He tormented her some more, her back arched again. "I said, would you like to cum, my fuck toy?" 

Fuck it, she couldn't take it anymore. She nodded emphatically and he laughed. Fuck, he laughed at her, what the hell, she thought? His fingers plunged again, this time with purpose. Her G felt electric sending sparks through her body, her clit sending out its own signals - she was so close nothing else mattered.

The sudden pull on the nipple clamps was what finally sent her over. That sharp 'pain' was the last match on the tinder and her body spasmed in blissful agony. Every muscle locked in her. Her pussy clamped down holding his fingers in place. The wave through her body was like nothing she ever felt before and it lasted longer than she'd thought possible. Wave after wave of bliss flowed through her. And just when she was sure it was finally over, he pulled his fingers free from their soaking wet prison and affixed the third clamp. The evil bastard clipped it to her clit and a new wave of agonizing pleasure flowed through her. 

Thankfully her body was close to spent and the sensations passed with relative speed. She collapsed against the bed, exhausted and covered in her own sweat. So close to unconscious was she that she barely noticed when he removed the gag. 

"Sleep for a bit," he whispered. "There's a lot more to come, my toy." He kissed her on the forehead, such a strangely soft thing considering, and left her to rest. 

Chapter Eight:

She was amazed that she dozed off tied up as she was, she felt exposed and vulnerable but the climax he had forced out of her had simply been too draining. She had no idea how long she'd slept and woke to the sensation of her legs being shifted. Her eyes popped open and she stared around trying to orient herself. 

"Oh, you're awake," he said cheerfully as he finished moving her leg up towards her elbow. At some point while she'd slept he'd removed the clamps from her nipples and clitoris, though looking down she could still see the lingering impressions of the little devices on her skin. 

The clamps might be gone, but her situation had, if anything, gotten worse. He'd moved her while she'd slept. Her knees were pulled up towards her elbows and her legs spread wide lewdly exposing her. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and she tried to close her legs only to find that he'd secured them open - a length of rope connected each knee to an elbow. She had no chance of preserving her modesty. 

She heard him chuckling as she strained against the bonds and she flashed him an angry look. 

"Why are you doing this? Just let me go?"

"Never gonna happen," he answered and left to get what, she was sure, would be the next instrument in her torment. He returned carrying a tray with gods knew what on it and set it on a table he must have dragged over while she slept. 

The vibrator he picked up first was of average size she was surprised to see. She had dreaded the thought, but figured he'd use one eventually and she'd almost expected something massive. Sitting at the end of the bed, he studied her exposed sex for several moments, her embarrassment grew as he did. 

With careful, almost tender, motions he ran his fingers over her tender flesh. The look of hunger in his eyes as he touched her sent a shiver through her that surprised her. Looking at him as he touched her most intimate of places she could almost feel his want and it was an intoxicating realization. His first touches with the vibe were almost has tender and she felt a tingle in her vagina. He used the toy across her labia and, parting those soft lips, slid it into her pussy before pulling it back out to torment her clit again. She lost track of how long he spent teasing her with the toy at some point giving in and just enjoying the tingles that were making her wetter and wetter. The feeling of her own wetness sliding down between her legs caused her to blush deeply again. 

She felt him exploring further and further down toward her ass and her anxiety rose as he did. The vibe felt strange as it circled her sphincter, tingling but good. She never allowed anyone to go there, though boyfriends had asked, she'd always said no. 

"Please, don't," she said her voice little more than a whisper. "No one has ever..." her voice trailed off. 

"Please?" he replied as he reached for the bottle on the table. "Your manners are improving." He squeezed lube onto the vibe and pressed the toy against her tight hole, turning off the vibration as he did. "Just relax as best you can," he suggested. 

She felt the tapered head of the toy pressing into the tight ring of her ass and her entire body tightened against the intrusion. 

"This is going to happen," he said matter-of-factly. "It'll be easier if you relax - you may even enjoy it."

With steady pressure he pushed the toy into the tight opening, the lube easing the way. She knew by now that he wasn't bluffing, knew that he wouldn't stop, the best she could do was try to make it hurt less. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and tried to relax. The toy slid deeper and deeper, stretching her as it went. Surprisingly it didn't hurt as much as she'd thought it would, just felt like she was 'filled'. When she felt his fingers against her skin she realized he'd shoved the toy all the way into her. Opening her eyes she saw him watching her face intently. He gave her a wide smile. 

"Not as bad as you thought it would be, huh?" 

"Mmmmph," was all she managed in response. She didn't want him to know that it actually felt kinda good. He laughed at her response and realized he knew. 

"Now then, where were we?" Reaching for another vibe, he went back to work on her pussy leaving the first toy deep inside her. She gasped as the new toy touched her sensitive nub and was soon bucking and thrusting against it. When he slid this larger toy between her pussy lips and deep into her she was sure her slit was pouring wetness - that's when he decide to turn the vibe in her ass back on and she screamed in ecstasy 

He fucked her with those two toys, moving them in and out in tandem. She felt fuller than she ever had before, could almost feel them touching inside her with each stroke. She couldn't handle it for long and she came screaming. Fluid poured from her and she was terrified that she'd messed herself as he pulled both toys free. 

Chapter Nine: 

She was still quivering from the aftermath of her spectacular climax when she felt him shifting. Looking down she saw that he had appreciated her writhing climax as well and his cock had hardened in anticipation of finally taking her. She'd known this would eventually happen, but she'd tried to deny it - tried to tell herself that somehow she'd manage to get out of it. As he knelt between her parted legs she appraised the weapon he was preparing to violate her with - his cock was thick and stiff, not exceptionally long, but definitely not short either. He was circumcised and the wide head glistened with pre-cum. She realized that all of her torment - the hours, the binding, the climaxes - it had all been foreplay for him. Given how much she'd been through already, she was shocked he'd not blown his load all over her already. His will power surprised and, she was stunned to find, aroused her. 

As he lined the head of his cock up against her still dripping slit she found her voice. "Wait." He paused and looked at her. "Aren't you going to use a condom?" she asked quietly, surprising herself with her acceptance that he was going to take her. He smiled back at her and gave a quick wink.

"Why?" he asked. "I know you're clean, I've seen your medical records."

"That's not what I mea... Hey, what do you mean you've seen my medical records?" she asked changing her question as his words sank in. 

"It was all part of the sale," he said as he slid the head of his cock into her. She gasped in surprise as he width stretched her. He hadn't looked particularly long, but she hadn't taken into account his girth. His cock was thick and wide and her lips stretched and parted as he slowly sank his shaft into her. She looked down expecting to see him watching her, but his gaze was engrossed in watching his shaft penetrate her. 




Chained



With a satisfying groan he buried his full length inside her, his balls pressed against her flesh, before he pulled back and thrust in again. In and Out, in and out, those early thrusts were deep and filling. She closed her eyes refusing to admit, aloud or to her self, that she was enjoying the feel of him inside her. 

His pace picked up and he shifted on his knees for a better position and deeper penetration. His hips pushing forward and back, his hands resting on her thighs to keep her from moving away from him. Faster and faster he fucked her each stroke burying further. His balls slapped against her skin as he fucked her. Opening her eyes she saw that he'd closed his, lost in the sensation and passion. 

His cock filled her and teased her already sensitive pussy as she answered each thrust with a grunting moan. Fuck, she was going to come again, she realized. She felt like an animal in heat as she did her best to grind her pelvis into his groin. He felt her moving and it drove him to the edge. Each thrust faster and harder than the last. 

"I... I... I'm gonna..." she slurred.

"Come for me!" he demanded. "Come. For. Me!" Each word punctuated by a thrust of his hard shaft. And she did. Unable to hold off any longer, she came screaming as he thrust the final word. He joined her in her climax, his balls pressed against her, his penis deep inside her tight pussy. Her juices flowed with her climax even as he pumped his own orgasm deep within her. She felt the explosion as his cum hit the walls over her vagina. Burst after burst days worth of built up tension filled her until he was drained. 

Finally, he collapsed across her bound form. She closed her eyes, stunned by the intensity of her own climax and his. She was amazed at how much passion he had forced out of her, how much he had taken in the last days, but also how her body had responded to him. It felt like it had betrayed her somehow, responding so well to this bastard who had bought her, taken her. And yet, it had responded - better than it ever had. Confused and conflicted she let unconsciousness finally take her.

He pulled himself off of her, spent and exhausted himself, but knowing he wasn't quite done yet. He looked at her lying there snoring softly in sleep, his semen dribbling out of her pussy as it mingled with her own juices and a little smile crossed his lips. Yes, he thought, she was a good investment. 

He carefully began untying her, shifting her body to allow her to rest more easily before finally grabbing a blanket and covering her naked form. He cleaned up the rest of the room, securing anything she might use as a weapon against him or against herself before finally leaving to get cleaned up. He let her sleep for a time and bring her food later, he decided as he closed the door with a 'click'. 

Chapter Ten:

She awoke feeling surprisingly refreshed, her body tingling as she enjoyed a long, languid stretch. She almost convinced herself that it had all been a bad dream until she opened her eyes and realized she wasn't in her own bed. Propping up on her elbows she looked around confirming that she was indeed alone. Even better, she wasn't restrained anymore. She tried to rub the ache from her wrists and ankles but knew it would take time for the tenderness to disappear. 

Touching her throat, she was disappointed to find that the collar was still there. That was too much to hope for, she decided, as she hopped off the bed and padded across the room to the small bathroom. Wow, she needed a shower, she decided as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She noticed a noted taped to the mirror and pulled it off to read:

Toy,

A wonderful start to our adventure together and I'm looking forward to our next session. Until that time, please consider this room your own. All amenities and meals will be provided. Please refrain from trying to remove the collar, open the cabinet, or leaving, as there will be consequences. 

Sir

"Asshole," she snapped as she crumpled the paper and threw it in the nearby waste bin. "I'm no one's fucking toy," she muttered to herself as she ran the shower and stepped into the hot water. Even as the stream of hot water ran across her body a little voice inside her head argued with her. Not a toy, it whispered? Sure seemed like one a few hours ago when he was having his way with you. 

"Shut-up, there was nothing I could do. He had me tied up." But you enjoyed it, the voice tormented. You can't deny it. "Argh," She plunged her face under the falling water letting the sound of it drown out the little voice. 

She lost track of time in the shower, scrubbing her body and washing her hair until she felt something close to clean. The towel hanging nearby was luxuriant against her skin as she dried off and she wrapped it around herself when she'd finished - somehow, she doubted that there would be much to wear in the room. A brush sat with the rest of the toiletries and she began working on her hair as she went to investigate the rest of the room. 

An hour or so of poking around had pretty much confirmed her suspicion about the lack of clothes unless they were locked away in the cabinet she'd been told not to touch. She frowned as she considered it before moving to the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall to get a better look at her collar. Locked as it was, it looked like one continuous piece of metal with barely a seam to indicate the connection point. A brief bout of tugging and pulling got her nowhere. 

Curiousity finally got the best of her and she moved to the cabinet. As she'd expected, it was locked and no amount of pulling was going to open it without the key. She'd just have to make due with the towel, she decided as she moved to the door to the hall. She fully expected this to be locked as well, and was stunned to find it wasn't. The door opened easily. 

She paused in front of the open door and listened for alarms or anything that would suggest he'd heard. Time passed and nothing, no one came running, no klaxon's sounded, nothing. She could just step out. Still she paused. She told herself it was fear that kept her in the room, fear of what might happen to her if she left. The voice inside her head laughed at her. She frowned at it, frustrated with herself, before finally stepping forward into the hall. 

Her barefoot touched the floor outside the room and still nothing. Cautiously she crept along the hall, passed several doors including the one to the room she'd previously occupied but she saw a stairwell at the end of the hall and, despite her curiousity, this became her goal. The stairs creaked under her weight as she climbed and she froze in fear. She stayed like that for what felt like eternity and still no one came. Maybe, she hoped, maybe he wasn't there. She reached the top of the stair without incident and carefully tried the door she found. It too was open and she peered around. 

There was no one in sight and she padded across the hardwood floor towards a door at the far end. She could hear voices ahead of her and it took her several minutes to realize that what she was hearing was simply the TV. Creeping forward she peered into the room. Sure enough, a large flat-screen TV was the source of the voices. Her heart nearly stopped as she saw that the room was indeed occupied. On the couch before her, his back to the entry, he sat watching the flat screen, she quickly drew back and prayed he hadn't noticed. 

Taking a deep breath she steeled herself to the task at hand and crept past the entry. Her pulse was racing as she finally cleared those six feet, but she kept moving. It was with a feeling of triumph that she finally reached the door to the outside. Stepping onto the patio and into the sunshine she found herself, well she had no idea where she'd found herself, but it was green, pretty, and empty. There was nothing man-made around her, nothing! Fuck it, she decided, anything was better than were she'd been. 

As her foot touched the grass a shock ran through her collar. She screamed in agony as the voltage ran through her body, before passing out and collapsing to the ground. 

She awoke facing the concrete of the wall, her arms stretched painfully above her. Looking up she saw that she was secured to a hook high in the concrete. Her towel was long gone. She rested her head against the cold wall, tears beginning to slip down her cheeks. Stupid, she scolded. She should have known it was too easy. 

"Trust is a fragile thing, Toy," the voice was cold and she jumped in surprise. She hadn't realized he was there with her. "I gave you a small amount of freedom and you took advantage of my better nature."

"I'm sorry," she sobbed as she tried to turn to face him. His hand on her shoulder was rough as he pushed her back towards the wall. 

"Don't turn around," he snapped. "I don't even want to see your face right now." She sobbed louder. "It's too late for tears."

The first bite of the whip as it crossed her back was a jolt and she cried out more in surprise than pain, the second, third, and fourth left her wailing and crying. A total of ten blows rained down on her back and ass before he finished. She hung limply from the hook, gasping for breath, physically and emotionally spent when he was done. 

Picking her up he cradled her in his arms as he carried her across the room. As spent as she was, she melted into his strength. With relative tenderness he laid her down on the metal bench, the cold metal jarring her. No, she was back in the original room - the tears flowed again. 

He brushed the hair back from her face as he knelt down beside her. 

"Please don't make me do this again," he said softly and kissed her gently on the forehead.