2 comments/ 99285 views/ 13 favorites An Enslavement Ch. 1 By: avalonia When the weather was nice, she liked to sit in the park near her office building after work for a while. Read a book, watch people go by, unwind. this particular afternoon, a man approached her as she was sitting on her favourite bench and asked her if she had the time. He was well-dressed and nice looking and she was sure she had seen him before a few times in her building, and so she smiled and told him, "It's five-thirty." He didn't continue on his way, but surprised her by sitting down on the bench right next to her. "You know, I've seen you around a few times and always thought you had a great smile," he said, and she blushed a little, unused to compliments and nervous that he was sitting so close to her - almost touching. He moved his hand up and placed it on her thigh, and she started to get up, flustered. He had grabbed hold of her jacket and pulled her back down to him, and putting his face against her, whispered into her ear, "Please don't run away. I'd...like to get to know you better. And besides, I'd hate to have to ruin your pretty face with my knife..." She felt something cold and hard press up against her just underneath her breast, and he pressed just a little more firmly with it as he bit gently down on her neck, going down to the open collar of her blouse. She was barely breathing as he took her arm and led her alongside him through the park and along a street for a few minutes, eventually stopping where his car was parked. He held onto her wrists firmly and pinned her against the car with his body. He kissed her firmly and said "From now on, you do everything I say without hesitation, otherwise I'll have to hurt you." She nodded quickly, afraid. In a swift movement, he took a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and snapped them onto her, locking her hands behind her back. She noticed that they weren't quite like metal police cuffs, but made of leather and having some kind of locking mechanism on the outside. She pulled at them but there was no way to get them off, and he smiled at her as she struggled against them. He opened the passenger side front door of his car, pushed her into the seat, and clipped the seatbelt over her. They would look like any ordinary couple as he drove. And he drove for a long time. It was dark when she awoke suddenly, the car having stopped. She panicked as she realised her hands were bound, and began to scream as she realised her situation. He reached over and slapped her across the face. "There's no one for miles in any direction to hear you," he said, "so don't bother." He got out of the car, and disappeared for a few minutes. She saw some lights go on in what looked like some kind of small farm or holiday house. When he returned, he lifted her out of the car seat, and re-snapped the cuffs in front of her, then attached a chain to them. He walked quickly towards the house, pulling her along by the chain attached to her hands. She stumbled a few times, and fell down when she put her foot into a hole in the ground. As he pulled harder on the chain, dragging her for a little bit, she began to cry. He walked back and stood over her, and she heard a swishing noise, and then a terrible hot sting across her thighs as the riding crop he carried was used on her for the first time. "Get up, slut, or there'll be more," he said without pity. She got up as best she could and was again led up to the house by the chain. He led her into a large room that was like no other she'd ever seen. There were strange frames attached to the walls, odd looking chair-like objects, something that looked like a padded saw horse, and, on one wall, a frighteningly impressive array of whips, floggers, cuffs, gags, dildos, and many things she couldn't identify. Throwing the chain over a rail in the ceiling, he pulled on it until her arms were held high above her head, and locked the chain into place. he then took a padded blindfold from the wall of equipment and strapped it tightly over her head, completely blocking any vision. He leant down and removed her shoes, and she tried to kick away from him, which only earned her another stinging blow from the riding crop. She screamed out and this time remained still as he attached heavy leather cuffs to her ankles, then attached the cuffs to eyebolts placed in the floor, spreading her legs wide apart. He then adjusted the chain attached to her wrists until her body was pulled taut. "Why are you doing this to me? Please let me go!" she said, in a vain hope to rationalise with her kidnapper. He only laughed quietly and said "Because. I saw you around, decided I liked you, and wanted you all for my own. I am going to do with you exactly as I like, you will have no choice in the matter, and you will learn to like what I do to you. By the time you are finished here, you will not want to leave." She whispered "Please, no.." but again came a harsh sting from the riding crop, this time across her backside. "You mean, 'Yes Sir, and thank you for choosing me,' don't you?" he said with another slash of the crop. She yelped in pain as her flesh stung, but still didn't say anything. He waited a moment, then gave her three more hard strokes witht he crop. She pulled hard against her bonds, crying, and eventually when her sobbing slowe, she mumbled, "Yes, Sir...th-thank you for choosing...me..." "Better," he said, and gently stroked her face. Taking a pair of scissors, he quickly cut off all her clothes, letting her feel the cold blades against her skin, especially as he cut her bra and knickers off. He stood back and admired her chained and naked body, then began to slide his hands firmly over her body, enjoying her smooth soft flesh. he pinched her nipples hard as he ran his hands over her breasts, and she could not flinch away, held in place by the chains. To her embarassment, her nipples became hard as he played with them. Slowly he worked his hands downwards, over her stomach and backside, and all over her thighs. She bit back a moan as he lightly traced his fingers over her cunt lips, which pleased him as he knew her body was beginning to betray her. Carefully he worked a finger between her cunt lips, tracing up and down but never quite touching her clit or dipping inside her, and he could feel her beginning to get quite wet. She was breathing heavily now, and let out a disappointed groan as he suddenly removed his finger from her slit. "I told you you'd learn to like what I do to you," he said to her, and she sighed, shamed at her own actions and also hoping he'd go back to touching her cunt again. He knelt in front of her, pulled her cunt lips apart, and for a few brief seconds, licked it up and down, this time including her clit and pushing his tongue inside her a little way. She whimpered again as he stopped, and he gave her a hard slap on her arse. "Let's get something straight. You now belong to me. Every part of you is mine to do with as I wish, and it is not for you to decide anything. You do not get to beg me to give you an orgasm, you get to enjoy what *I* do to you and only that. You can beg me to use you for *my* pleasure, and I might or I might not. Got it, bitch?" "Yes, Sir," she answered slowly. He stood up and walked to the equipment wall. Selecing a medium-weight leather flogger, and said "You've already had a taste of punishment with the riding crop, but I think now you should have a taste of what a real punishment will be like. Just so that you never, ever think of disobeying." Before she even had a chance to fully think about what might be coming, a stinging blow landed on her back, and she cried out in pain and surprise. Several more landed on her upper back, alternating sides, and remaining at a painful, steady level. She lost count after twenty-five, her head swimming with pain. To her relief, he stopped for a moment. "That's not the end, slut," he said, and resumed landing blows to her back, harder this time, and slowly gaining in intensity. The skin on her upper back was very red and tender, and the more he flogged her, the more painful and cutting each blow became. She screamed with every blow, and nearly passed out as he laid his final blows onto her back, leaving deep red welts with tiny spots of blood. She was jerked back into consciousness as first poured cold water then alcohol over her bruised back, the stinging pain making her nearly bite through her lip as she groaned in agony. "Remember that. If you ever displease or disobey or do anything I don't like, you'll have punishment at least as bad," he said. She whimpered and nodded. "Hearing you scream has turned me on. There's nothing like a woman's face in agony to make me want to fuck her, and yours was so beautiful," he said as he pushed the thing that looked like a padded saw horse in front of her. He unclipped her wrists from the chain above her head and pulled her down so that she was bent over the horse, her body resting along its length. He locked each wrist to the front legs, and then each ankle to the rear legs. This left her mouth, arse and pussy nicely exposed for his pleasure, at just the right level for fucking. Standing in front of her, he removed his trousers and placed his rock-hard cock at her lips. "Beg me for the privilege of sucking my cock," he ordered, and quietly she said "Please...let me suck your cock, Sir...let me please you by sucking you..." and obediently opened her mouth, her recent punishment altogether too fresh in her mind. he took hold of her head almost gently and pushed his cock into her mouth about halfway. She sucked and licked at it, desperate to please now. He barely gave her any room or time to breathe as he began to push further down her throat. She almost choked and panicked, but recovered and he continued until he was all the way down her throat. He began thrusting into her mouth, enjoying the incredible tight feel around his cock and the knowledge he was so far down her throat. He pulled her blindfold off, and she blinked at the light. He kept fucking her mouth for a while, the pulled out suddenly, leaving her gasping. "Well. Let's see if your pussy is a good a fuck as your mouth," he said, looking directly at her and making her blush deeply. He went to the other end of the contraption and pulled her slit open. "You do realise how wet you are, don't you?" he asked. "You really are a slut, getting so wet giving a blowjob." Without ceremony he pushed himself all the way into her cunt, moaning at how hot and tight it was. Fucking her hard for a few minutes, slapping against her arse and thighs, he pulled out of her and grabbed some things from a box near the wall. She felt something cold and wet dripped onto her arsehole, and then a painful pressure against it. Biting down hard on her lip, he steadily pushed the object into her arse - a medium-sized butt plug, large for her inexperienced arse but not too small as to be ineffectual. She let out a guttural moan as the widest part pushed into her, breathing deeply with relief as it settled inside her, stretching her. Admiring the way her arse looked as it was stretched by the object, he plunged back into her cunt, enjoying the extra tightness provided by the plug. As he thrust in an out, holding on to her hips, he imagined fitting larger and larger plugs into her arse...but that was for later. He ground against her as he came, and soon she could feel his hot cum leaking out of her. He pulled his cock out of her, but left the plug in her arse. He could see her twitching around it, and told her it wasn't coming out any time soon. Leaving her for a few minutes, he returned with a solid metal collar, and some other pieces of equipment. He tied her hair back with a piece of elastic, lifted her head up and fitted the collar around her neck. Shiny metal about two centimetres wide, it wasn't tight but it wasn't coming off, either. Then he placed a large piece of leather underneath the collar, and she figured out why began to solder the collar permanently closed! Padlocking a chain to the collar, he unclipped her wrists and ankles from the saw horse, padlocked them together again, and pulled her out of the room. Stumbling along, hobbled by her ankle cuffs and trying to regain her balance after being bent over for so long, she earned a few more swats with his riding crop. She found herself pushed into what looked like a large dog cage that had been bolted to the floor. The other end of her collar chain was padlocked to the roof of the cage, giving her just enough room to lie down. Looking around her, she saw that one corner of the cage had straw on the floor, and another had two dog feeding bowls, one with water and the other with some kind of dry cereal. She looked at him with horror as he slammed the cage door shut and locked that, too. "Only until I can be sure of your complete obedience, my dear little slut. Please me and you can earn the privilege of a mattress, and maybe eventually my bed," he said. He flicked the light off, and eventually she lay down, unable to stand any longer. Her back still stung terribly, the butt plug was hurting her arse, and the restraints made it very hard for her to sleep. Eventually exhaustion took over and she slept fitfully, fearing what the morning might bring. To Be Continued... An Enslavement Ch. 2 Several times throughout the night she awoke, and desperately thirsty and hungry, actually drank and ate from the dog bowls in the cage, taking mouthfuls of the cereal and trying to wash them down with the water. By the time morning came, she was aching all over and desperately needing to use the toilet. Somebody arrived in the room, and she looked up, expecting her tormentor from last night only to find that it was a young woman. She was dressed in a very tight black mini dress with fishnet stockings and rather high heels, and a very tight looking shiny leather waist cincher corset. She too had a metal collar permanently attached round her neck, and wore leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists, though they weren't attached to anything. She smiled when she saw the look on the captive's face. "Sleep well? I am Miss Nicole. Don't ask any questions, do what I say, and we'll get along just fine," she said. "Sir went through your purse and found your name is Sally. Until you earn some respect around here, you will be called 'Slut Sally' or just 'Slut'. Or whatever name he wants to call you. Got that?" Sally glared at her but remembered her predicament and muttered "Yes, miss" in reply. "I know just what you need," she said, unlocking the chains from the cage and pulling her out. Sally stumbled after Miss Nicole and found herself in a bathroom, again modified with all kinds of bars and hooks in the walls and ceiling. Was this entire house dedicated to bondage and torture, she wondered? She was pushed into position so that she was standing over a toilet, once again her wrists locked high above her head, and Miss Nicole said "For now, we'll give you some privacy. I'll be back in ten minutes. Oh, I almost forgot!" and reached behind Sally. She pulled the butt plug out of her swiftly, and Sally groaned as her sore arse was freed of its torment. Throwing the plug in the sink, she left her. When she returned, she said nothing as she unclipped her hands and repositioned her so that she was standing in the bath-shower, again locking her in position. She pressed the flush button on the toilet, and turned on a shower tap. It was the hand-held kind of shower head and she aimed it straight at Sally's body with as high a pressure as the hose could manage. She screamed and danced around the tub as the blast of icy-cold water hit her. "Better get used to it, slut," Miss Nicole said. She sprayed her with some kind of soap and took her time rinsing her off, enjoying making her nipples harden, and her frustration as she aimed the water at her crotch and arse. Satisfied that she was clean, she sprayed her with the cold water for a little while more, just for fun, and then turned off the tap. She took a towel and dried her, inspecting her body with a critical eye that made Sally blush. "Get used to people looking closely at you, too," she said. Once she was dry, Miss Nicole led Sally into a smallish storage room. Looking through several boxes, she pulled out a wide leather belt that had several rings attached around it. She strapped it around Sally's waist, pulling it in tight so that she had a little difficulty breathing. "Another thing for you to get used to. Training belt. If you're good you'll get a proper corset." Sally realised that she'd been told of several things that might happen if she were obedient to her captors, but besides her initial flogging, the things that might happen if she were disobedient were never mentioned. Perhaps they were too awful to be mentioned, she feared. Then Miss Nicole unclipped Sally's wrists and reattached them to the rings on the sides of her belt. She led her out of the storage room, and back into the first room with the frames and strange equipment. The man who had kidnapped her was there, and he smiled at her. "Good morning. I trust you slept well," he said. Nodding at Nicole, he said "Prepare her." Miss Nicole immediately moved one of the strange saw horses around to Sally and indicated to Sally that she should spread her legs. She slapped her thighs when Sally didn't respond fast enough, and moved the item of equipment so that Sally was straddling it. Miss Nicole gathered some ropes and expertly tied Sally's ankle cuffs to some eye bolts in the bottom of the frame. This caused Sally's cunt to press down hard against the top of the saw horse, which had a narrower top and far less padding than the frame over which she had been raped last night. Miss Nicole took something that looked like a broomstick and threaded it through Sally's elbows and behind her back, again tying her elbows in place, so that Sally was forced into a very upright position with her breasts thrust outward. Finally, Miss Nicole fastened some kind of harness over Sally's head, which had a d-ring at the top which she used to chain Sally's head to the ceiling. Miss Nicole stepped away and stood with her hands behind her back and head bowed. "Thank you, Nicole. You may attend to your other duties now, but I want you back here in three hours' time," the man said. "Yes, Sir, thank you," said Miss Nicole as she hurried out of the room. "Now, let's get some things sorted out. I suppose little miss Nicole has told you a few things, but I'll tell you some more. She has been here for three years, and has learned total submission to my will. In time, you too will be totally submissive. It is up to you how traumatic or not this is for you. Of course there will be pain involved, simply because I'm a sadist and I like to see the women in my possession in pain for my enjoyment. You can, however, avoid more than is necessary if you are properly obedient," he said. Sally wriggled slightly against the frame, and to her shame found that she was actually getting wet and turned on by the things her captor was telling her. How could she possibly be enjoying this? she wondered. "You weren't chosen completely at random. When I saw you, I had you investigated. I know that you have extremely little contact with your family, and won't be missed there. I know you have very few friends. I have some handy connections and you're not at work today because you have become one of the unfortunate people laid off from your company today. All signs that might point to a mysterious disappearance on your part have been taken care of. You belong to me now," he said. "You may continue to address me as 'Sir', and that is all you need to know about me for now." He walked over to her and ran his hands gently over her breasts, which were quite beautiful. Taking her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, he pinched hard, causing her to squeal and try to twist away. "You can try, but you will never get away. Just accept the pain I inflict upon you and you'll have a much easier life. Try to think of it as a form of pleasure, if you like. At any rate, you will be getting plenty of it." He massaged her breasts very firmly, pinching and rolling the nipples, turning them a dark pink and making them stand up hard. Sally whimpered and moaned as she realised that the pain in her breasts was causing her a strange kind of pleasure, and her cunt also became painful as the hardness of the beam between her legs dug into her sensitive flesh. He stopped, turned, and taking an odd device from a storage box, he adjusted it for a moment, then approached Sally again. It looked like some kind of bizarre flower press. He placed the strap that hung from the device around her back, and placed the two smooth curved pieces of wood so that one was above and the other below her breasts. He pulled the strap tight, and began turning a screw in the middle of the device. "What are you DOING to my breasts?" Sally blurted out without thinking, in half-panic. She realised her mistake as he looked at her seriously, and said "WHOSE breasts? Didn't I just tell you that you belong to me now? These are my breasts and I will do with them as i like. Whose are they?" "Y..your breasts, sir," Sally half-whispered. Taking the riding crop that hung from his belt, he gave her three very hard, biting lashes across her left thigh, making her cry out in pain not only at the angry red welts that were now rising, but at the pain in her crotch as she jammed herself into the beam, flinching from the pain. He resumed turning the screw on the device strapped around her chest. "This is a breast press," he said by way of explanation. "And yes, it presses breasts." As the screw tightened, the wood clamped down on either sides of her breasts. It covered about half of each breast, so that her nipples and some flesh were poking out of the front of the press. He kept tightening until she was whimpering in pain, and then tightened a little more. Stepping back, he admired his handiwork. Her nipples were very swollen, hard and deep pink, and the breast flesh that protruded from the press was taut and white, straining under the pressure. From the equipment hanging on the wall, he took a short leather flogger. She screamed and shook as the first blow landed on her breasts. He was skilled at flogging, however, and for a short while managed to inflict large amounts of pain upon her breasts but left barely any markings, just a reddish tinge to her sensitive skin. He stopped suddenly, and reached down to feel between her legs, and Sally realised that she was dripping wetness down her thighs. "So, you like my attentions, slut," he said, and she looked up at him slowly and said "Yes, sir. ...please hurt m- your slut's breasts some more..." This one learned fast, he thought, pleased with having picked yet another girl who deep down, just wanted to please. He took some nipple clamps, placed them quickly on her swollen nipples, and smiled again as the girl moaned and bit down hard on her lip. for a few minutes, he pulled on the chain joining the clamps, and licked and bit at her taut breast flesh. Then he took a box full of small silver discs, and hooked one via a kind of rod or hook to the middle of the clamp chain. He let go and the disc swung down, its weight pulling against Sally's pained nipples. Sally screamed as the weight bounced on the chain, the clamps becoming tighter as more weight swung from them. There was no way for her to twist away from this pain, every move made the clamps dig into her sensitive nipples. Once in a while, when Sally became still again, submitting to the pain, he added another weight to the hook. When all ten weights had been added to the chain, Sally had been reduced to making only guttural moans as her nipples were stretched to their limits. He leant down and made a small adjustment to her ankle bonds. "I know your cunt is dripping wet, slut, I can see that your thighs are shiny and slick with your juices. You will find that now you are able to rub yourself against the board between your legs. You have two minutes to make yourself cum for me," he said. Slowly Sally began to rub her crotch against the board. It hurt the burning hot flesh between her legs and when she leant forward to grind her clit against the board, the weights hanging from her clamped nipples swung and jerked around. trying her best to turn the pain into pleasure, she ground her clit and cunt desperately against the board, and within a minute she screamed out and pulled hard against her bonds, coming like she'd never come before. Saying nothing, he pushed the saw horse contraption back and out from under her. In its place, he put a kind of narrow padded table, just resting underneath her buttocks. He removed the broomstick from behind her back and elbows, and then unclipped the chain from the top of her head and slowly pulled her backwards so that she was lying down on the table device. He re locked her head to the table, then one by one locked her ankles to the ceiling, spread wide apart. He didn't touch her for a few minutes, then without warning removed the nipple clamps. The pain from that was the most intense she had experienced yet, and she screamed out and almost wet herself from it. "I'm going to leave you here like this for a little while to think about things. You will be monitored, there are surveillance cameras installed in every room of this house. Have fun," he said, and she heard him leave the room. She didn't know how long it was until he returned, and she thought she might have slept for a while. He brought her back from her dreamland with a sharp smack to her exposed arse. "Guess what?" he said, "it's lunchtime." On cue, Miss Nicole appeared at the door. "Ah, Nicole. I would like my lunch to be served here," he said, indicating Sally's body laid out on the table. "Yes, Sir," Miss Nicole answered, and quickly tied Sally's arms underneath the table so that she was immobilised, then left the room. He stroked her body as it lay on the table, enjoying the feel of her smooth, soft flesh, continuing until about ten minutes later when Miss Nicole returned, pushing a small trolley. She rolled it alongside Sally's body, and with a smooth action, served uncomfortably hot food onto Sally's torso! It was not quite so hot as to burn, but it was still rather uncomfortable. Sally had no idea what kind of food it was, and she was unable to wriggle away from the heat nor spill it off her body. Miss Nicole continued serving like a practised five-star waitress, leaving after a little while but not taking the trolley with her. He took a fork and knife and began to eat the food off Sally's torso. He was careful with the knife, but the she gasped every time she could feel its blade slice along her skin, and the thought was one of those that strangely excited her. He paused for a moment and said to her "Some salad?" "Yes, sir," she replied obediently, and then to her surprise felt a large object shoved right into her cunt! "Carrot," he said, laughing a little. He glanced at her face and could see she was mortified, yet something deep in her eyes gleamed. He could tell this one was going to turn out good. An Enslavement Ch. 3 Eventually he removed the vegetable from her cunt, and had Miss Nicole clean her torso of the remains of his lunch. He gave her one of those smiles that said 'This-is-going-to-hurt-you-more-than-you've-ever-imagined' and unchained her ankles from the ceiling and the rest of her body from the little table. Slowly he removed the breast press from her chest, and Sally looked down to find that her breasts did in fact have some bruises on them. He led her over to the centre of the room, where her hands were cuffed behind her and chained to a hook in the ceiling. He pulled the chain tighter, forcing her to bend over to avoid hurting her arms. Then he took a large leather sling and positioned it underneath her abdomen, clipped it closed, and attached it to a pulley also in the ceiling. A few minutes' adjustment and Slut Sally was suspended, her feet dangling a few inches above the floor. He attached rope to her ankle cuffs, and such was the design of the room that he could place her legs in almost any position he desired. For now, however, he simply tied them tightly apart, leaving her cunt and arse nicely exposed. Miss Nicole was again called, and this time it was her job to hold a tray of implements while he, their master, sat on a high chair that gave him easy access to poke and prod at Sally's arse and cunt. Taking it from the tray, he pushed a small dildo straight into Sally's arsehole. It was much thinner than the plug that she had been forced to sleep with in, but he could still see her twitch around the invasion. As he gently thrust the dildo in and out of her, he also stroked her cunt and clit, which were of course rather wet. He continued until she was getting near to orgasm, and then suddenly stopped touching her and pulled the dildo out. Sally moaned in frustration, which earned her two slashes from the riding crop. "You really must learn to be more obedient, slut," he said. "Remember, your pleasure is no longer your concern, I control all that now. You will not ever have an orgasm unless I give permission." Sally whimpered a little but remembered to say "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry." He took a slightly larger dildo from the tray and again, inserted it straight into her arse. Suspended as she was, there was no way for her to resist, and he again began thrusting it in and out of her as he played with her cunt, rubbing and flicking at her clit, and teasing the entrance to her cunt. She was an obvious girl, and it was quite easy for him to tell just when to remove the dildo and stop touching her. Over and over this was repeated, each time with a slightly bigger dildo, until he was using a formidable implement on her - two inches thick, making her bite down on her lip as he worked that large dildo into her arse. She bit down harder as he stroked her cunt, desperate for release, but to her frustration, it never came. He laughed at her futile attempts to get that final touch to her clit that would set her off, and said "I told you that you would never orgasm without my permission." The penny dropped for Sally, and she began to beg. "Please, Sir, please my I come? Please let me, I'm so close! Please?" "Clever, but not quite right," he said. "You have been told that your purpose here is for MY pleasure, not yours. What do I get if you come? Unless it's something I explicitly want, it's not going to do anything for me, now, is it? Hmm?" All she could manage in response was another pathetic whispered, "Please..." Without saying anything, he rolled a device from the corner right up to where Sally hung. "Have you heard of aversion therapy, slut?" he asked, not intending for her to answer. "I think it's something you might ... enjoy." The device was an ingenious thing - a fucking machine. A small motor caused whatever dildo or other attachment had been placed on the thrusting arm to tirelessly fuck its 'victim', and there was another part to it. This part acted as a stimulator for the clit, ensuring no mercy at all. The machine also had a clever action whereby lubrication could be dispensed automatically at set intervals, thereby saving wear and tear on the victim. Slut Sally, of course, had no idea exactly what she was in for. Her master attached a dildo to the machine, not quite as big as the last one he'd inserted into her, but still substantial, and gradually positioned the machine so that the dildo was about halfway into her arse. He checked the position of the smaller piece that would stimulate her clit, and then started the machine. If Sally could have, she would have jumped, the sound of the machine and the sudden incessant thrusting into her arse surprising her like nothing else. He flicked another switch on the machine and the clit stimulator began to rub across her clit. Due to her previous condition, it only took a few minutes for Slut Sally to have a crashing orgasm, and then another. She lay panting in the sling, and said "Thank you, Sir." "Oh, don't thank me now. Thank me later. I think I'll leave you alone with this little machine for a while. You have my permission to have as many orgasms as you like," he said, and left the room, taking Miss Nicole with him. To her dismay, the machine continued fucking her arse steadily, and rubbing against her clit. Her clit was rather sensitive from her previous two orgasms, and she whimpered and moaned as the machine fucked on. Nothing she could do would get her away from it, her bonds very secure. Eventually tiring somewhat, she relaxed and soon felt another orgasm building. Despite the fact that she did get to come, it was frustrating to her that she had to go at the machine's steady pace. Over the next hour, she lost count of how many times she came, her arse aching from the continual assault and her clit extremely sensitive from the unabated stimulation. She was breathing heavily, sweating and just about to pass out when suddenly the machine stopped. "Enjoying yourself?" Miss Nicole asked with amusement. "Yes, Miss," Sally mumbled. "I've been watching you since you arrived. An interesting case," said Miss Nicole. Swiftly Miss Nicole unchained Sally from her suspension position, and Sally fell to the ground, her legs very unsteady. With some effort, Miss Nicole helped her to her feet and laid her down on a large-ish table with a padded top. She secured Sally in a spreadeagle position, then climbed onto the table and straddled Sally's chest. She grabbed hold of Sally's hair and putting her face directly in front of her, said, "All right, you disgusting little slut, it's time you had some real action. I see you making those pathetic puppy-dog eyes at Master. You're nothing but a doormat, you only submit to him because you can't even dream of resisting, you stupid baby-bitch!" she hissed at Sally. "No!" cried Sally, but Miss Nicole slapped her hard across the face and Sally tasted blood. Sally leant down and bit one of Sally's nipples very hard, making her scream. She bit the other one, too, and kneaded it firmly, digging in her sharp fingernails. Then she lay down on top of Sally completely, took hold of the now-crying woman's hair, tilted her head back and clamped her mouth over her neck, sucking and biting hard. Sally tried to break free but she was tied firmly and Miss Nicole was a little bigger and stronger than she. Miss Nicole let go of Sally's neck and admired the bruise. She raked her fingernails down Sally's body, leaving small scratches, and moved down the table and turned around so that she was straddling Sally's hips. Miss Nicole leant down, her head now between Sally's thighs, and pulled her cuntlips apart, digging her nails in and making the tied-down girl yelp in pain. With long, slow strokes, Miss Nicole licked up and down her victim's slit, tasting her juices, flicking her tongue over her clit and biting cruelly at the tender flesh. Sally's whimpers turned to moans as the woman nibbled over her clit, and teased her by inserting her tongue into her cunt a little way then stopping. Sudenly she stood up on the table over Sally, turned around and stepped up until her feet were either side of Sally's head and the girl beneath her could see Miss Nicole's glistening cunt underneath the short skirt. "Try anything stupid and I'll have you punished worse than anything you've ever imagined," she said as she sat down right on Sally's face, grinding her wet cunt against the girl. "Eat me out good, little girl, and you might even be rewarded. Come on, you bitch, make me come!" she yelled as Sally tentatively began to lick Miss Nicole's cunt. She had never tasted another woman before, and was surprised that she didn't mind the taste, in fact quite liked it... Trying to grab breath when she could, Sally licked and sucked as much of the other woman's cunt as she could manage, which was a little difficult as Miss Nicole was moving around quite enthusiastically. "Stick your tongue in me, slut! Right up in me!" Miss Nicole ordered, and Sally obeyed, working her tongue up inside the woman's cunt. Miss Nicole twisted and thrust against Sally's face harder and harder, finally crying out with pleasure as she came, dripping her juices all over Sally's face. She sat there panting for a second, when much to Sally's surprise let alone Miss Nicole's, Miss Nicole was pulled off the girl's face and thrown to the floor. Their Master had returned, and he was not happy. "What the HELL do you think you're doing, you disobedient little whore??" he yelled at Miss Nicole. He hit her over and over with his riding crop, and she shrieked in pain, and tried to roll away. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up to a kneeling position. "I don't know what the fuck you think you're playing at, but it had better have been worth it, because your punishment is going to be something else." He gave her another vicious crack with the crop across her thighs, and ordered her to strip. Shaking and crying, Miss Nicole obeyed, slowly removing all her clothes. She knew better than to even try to apologise, knowing it would only make her situation worse. Dragging her across the room by her hair, he securely locked her wrists to the top of a large wooden X, then took an odd-looking belt from the wall. To two attachment points he fixed two very large dildos, not so much long but each three inches across! He threaded one strap around Miss Nicole's waist and belted it tight, then pulled the strap with the dildos attached between her legs. Without any pretense of gentleness, he worked one dildo first into her cunt and then the other into her arse, eliciting a strangled wail from her as her holes were stretched painfully. He then buckled tightly and locked the strap to the waist strap. Miss Nicole's ankles were also locked to the X frame, and seeing that she was completely secure, he took a heavy leather flogger and laid into the girl. She screamed with every stroke, and after a surprisingly short while, her shoulders and buttocks were bruised and flecked with blood. Breathing heavily, she couldn't scream anymore. He went to the X frame and tilted it on its stand so that Miss Nicole's body was now lying horizontal to the floor. He repositioned the fucking machine to her crotch, and unbuckled the strap holding the excruciatingly large dildos inside her, reattaching the dildos to the thrusting mechanism of the machine. It didn't look like there would be any clit stimulation this time... The machine was started and all she could do was let it painfully fuck both her holes until her master had decided it was enough. He turned now to Slut Sally, who was still tied to the padded table. He untied her and made her stand up, and led her to the room where her cage was. "We'll have to continue your training tomorrow. As you can no doubt tell, I have a punishment to attend to," he said, and with that, firmly pushed her into the cage, padlocked her chains and the cage door and left, turning out the light as he went. Sally sat there unmoving in the cage for a long time, listening to the screaming and crying Miss Nicole made as her punishment was delivered, trying not to think of what could possibly cause such torment. Eventually, the screams and moans stopped, and Sally once again fell asleep uncomfortably on the pile of straw like an animal.