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Carlotta's Captivity

By: Evil_Teddy_Bear



Author's Note: This is pure fantasy. I like writing non-consent, but it needs to have at least a minimal amount of justification, rather than be pure abduction/rape. Also note that all my characters are eventually freed, although somewhat the worse for wear, at least in the short-term. There nine chapters in this one, and I will submit them a couple of chapters at a time every day or so. Enjoy them (if this is your thing). Comments are welcome, and I have a thick skin. 

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Chapter 1

Carlotta regained consciousness slowly, her head feeling fuzzy and disoriented. The last thing she remembered was walking out to her car after work. She had not been cautious; nobody messed with her employer's staff.

As her head cleared, she realized she was sitting in a straight-back wooden chair, still dressed but held in place by a broad strap just under her 36-C breasts. The strap acted almost like a push-up bra, forcing her breasts up and out, crowned by nipples that the chill of the room had made erect. She was in a small featureless room, maybe twelve feet square. The only other features were the door and a table in one corner with a cell phone and a standard file folder on it. Confused, but starting to pull herself together, she reached down to unbuckle the strap securing her to the chair.

"You really are in a lot of trouble, Carlotta," a voice from a hidden speaker said. "You've been a very, very naughty girl. Of course, embezzling from your employer is always a bad idea, but especially so when your employer is a major drug cartel. The last time that happened was several months back. They found the guy hanging from a bridge, missing his hands, feet and other essential appendages. The police said he had slowly strangled to death while he hung there, meaning the amputations were all done while he was still alive and awake."

Although the room was cool, Carlotta started to sweat like she had just run a marathon. She had been so sure her work would go undetected. She had been siphoning money off from drug profits she was supposed to be laundering for the cartel for the past three years. She never took much at any one time, but the total in her Swiss bank account was now almost five million dollars. She had already taken steps to develop a new identity and disappear, but she had been waiting for one last big score.

"For you, it is both unfortunate and fortunate that I exist. It is unfortunate in that I provide the cartels with a confidential auditing service for their financial systems. After all, they can hardly ask Ernst and Young, KPMG or PriceWaterhouseCoopers to come audit their money-laundering accounts. That being the case, I provide them a similar but very confidential service for a nice fee plus ten percent of what I can identify and recover. For example, I was able to identify the theft and recover almost five million dollars that you had stolen and deposited in your now-closed and empty account in Switzerland." Carlotta suddenly looked pale and stricken.

"For you, the somewhat fortunate part is that I am really into BDSM and am looking for a new toy to play with. Sure, there are lots of women who play those games voluntarily, but that idea bores me. By the same token, with my connections, I could have some innocent young girl snatched off the street, but that distresses me for the opposite reason. What I want is a women voluntarily submitting, but who does not really want to. She hates every minute, everything I am doing to her, but nevertheless submits voluntarily, because she feels she has no other choice; in short, someone like you."

"Years ago I was happily married until my wife and her lesbian lover framed me and had me sent to prison. My wife thought she would get a lot of money in the divorce settlement and she and her lover could live happily ever after. I was never really sure why she thought all that was necessary. I would have given her a fairly generous divorce or even been willing to share her with her lover. Apparently she thought my going to prison would invalidate our prenuptial agreement, but I had good attorneys and, in the end, she really got very little. I never really trusted relationships after that. In any event, until then, I had never practiced BDSM, but just before I got out, I had the two of them kidnapped and spent most of a week playing with them before setting them up to go to prison themselves. I found I liked the whole BDSM scene even more than I thought I would, which brings us to today."

"My deal with the cartel is simple: you agree to my terms for the next year, and the cartel will leave you alone afterwards, although I still don't suppose you'll get a good job reference. I have agreed to forgo half my $500,000 finder's fee and punish you myself. In addition, I will give you $100,000 to help you get started again when we are through. You will be alive, not on the run and have at least a small nest egg."

"Basically my terms are simple: you will do whatever I want for the next year. I guarantee no permanent physical damage, other than a few piercings, but you will suffer and the whole thing will be recorded, with the video provided to the cartel, to prove you are being sufficiently punished and to use as a warning to would-be imitators."

"The contract on the table lays the agreement out. You have an appointment with the attorney named on the first sheet in the folder this afternoon to go over the contract, ensure that you understand all the legal ramifications, sign it and get your signature notarized. After all, I wouldn't want you not to clearly understand what you are agreeing to. As soon as that is done, dial the only number in the cell phone's directory and you will be given further instructions. If you haven't called by 6:00 PM, I will assume you are turning down my offer and I will let the cartel know that you are on your own. If you accept the offer, I will give you three days to wrap up your affairs, but our year doesn't start until we actually meet."

Carlotta listened to all this with a growing sense of panic. "Shit, either I agree to be this asshole's slave for the next year, or I am probably dead, most likely painfully."

"Can't we negotiate this? Could we agree to maybe a shorter time? I could live with three months or else maybe we could at least put some hard limits of our activities."

"Carlotta, Carlotta, I never negotiate when I have the upper hand. You either take my offer unconditionally, or take your chances on the cartel's vengeance. At any rate, you are free to go now. There is a limousine waiting downstairs. Be sure to pick up the contract and the cell phone on the way out in case you decide that you are actually thrilled to take my offer."

Three days later, Carlotta sat in the back seat of another private limousine, the windows blacked out, driving who knows where. She had taken three different airline flights in a row to get here, using tickets, boarding passes and fake driver's licenses that were given to her by the attorney. The driver had not spoken a word, merely pulled to the curb where she had been told to wait and activated the locks to unlock her door. As soon as she got in, the door locked and the car began to move. They traveled for several hours it seemed, making a number of turns, until the car pulled into a large, but empty garage and the garage door shut. As the engine died, the car doors were unlocked. The driver got out, took the one overnight bag she had been allowed out of the back seat on the driver's side then came around and opened her door. The driver spoke for the first time.

"You can get out now. There is a stair behind the doorway to your right. Open the door and go down the stairs."

Carlotta picked up her bag and did as she was told, shutting the door to the stairway behind her as she heard the car start up again and leave. The stairs went both up and down and were richly carpeted, but dimly lit. They led down to a heavy-looking solid teak door at the bottom. She noted that the door had a massive bolt that could be thrown from this side. Sighing nervously, she opened the door and stepped through.

A man sat in an armchair in a large, comfortable-looking living area. He looked to be about forty-five, tall and athletic, but with slightly thinning hair that was just beginning to have some gray in it. In addition to the chair the man was occupying, the main room had a sofa, a large flat-screen TV and a stereo system. It also had a small kitchenette and bar, and a table on the wall of the door where she entered. Off to her right was another doorway leading to a bedroom and a bathroom. That doorway had no door. In the center of the wall to her left was a single closed door.

"So you're here; excellent. You may refer to me as 'Master', no other name is needed. I assume you are ready to get started? Yes? Good, then strip slowly and completely. You can fold the clothes and leave them on the end table by the door. When you are done, come over here and stand in front of me with your hands behind your head, chest out and legs spread wide."

Her first impulse was to turn around and run, but she quickly realized that would most likely mean her death. She settled for trying to stall. "Where am I now and what are you planning to do with me?"

The man sighed. "I can see that you are going to be difficult, at least at first. I did not ask you to speak at all, let alone ask questions. You have just earned yourself the first of what I suspect will be numerous punishments. Now strip!"

Carlotta looked around frantically, thought again about running, then sighed and reluctantly reached down for the buttons on her blouse. Breathing hard, she slowly and nervously unbuttoned it, hesitating, then finally slipped it off and folded it on the indicated table. Standing there in a black lace bra which squeezed her ample breasts together and upward, she reached back and unzipped the back of her skirt. Hesitating again, she sighed and stepped out of it, the skirt joining her blouse on the table. The bra went next. It was fastened in the back so her breasts were pushed out even further as she stretched back and undid the clasp. Reluctantly, she shrugged the bra off, momentarily cupping it against her breasts, before finally removing in and laying it on the table atop her skirt. The room was cool enough that her nipples immediately became erect. Down to just a thong, her nervousness increased. Taking a deep breath, she began to slip the thong down her long legs, finally exposing a neatly trimmed pussy. Nervously she placed the thong on the table and waited.

"I believe I ordered you to come over here to me when you finished stripping. If I have to repeat myself, that will earn you another punishment."

Nervously, Carlotta walked over, suddenly very conscious of how her unsupported breasts jiggled as she moved. Stopping about two feet in front of the man, she hastily remembered the rest of his instructions. Reluctantly she spread her legs about a foot apart and clasped her hands behind her head.

"Spread your legs wider, much wider. I want them spread enough that your cunt begins to spread open. Also, I thought I told you to stick your chest out, not slump forward trying to hide your tits."

Reluctantly, Carlotta quickly adjusted her position, again trying desperately not to panic.

"That's better," he said reaching forward and spreading her cunt lips. His finger probed inside. Despite her nervousness, Carlotta was surprised at how wet she was. "Good, now turn around and bend over. Use your hands to spread your cheeks wide. I want to be able to see your cute little asshole."

Trembling, Carlotta slowly complied, and then jumped when she felt his finger probing her most private portal.

"Stay still," he ordered. "Nice and tight," he commented, slowing inserting his wet finger in her ass up to the second joint and wiggling it around a bit, "I am really going to enjoy fucking that tight little hole," He removed his finger and then told her, "You may straighten up now."

The man stood up and slowly walked around her using his hands to weigh her heavy breasts and stroke her tummy, ass and thighs. "Very nice," was his only comment. "Let me show you your rooms," he said, changing the subject.

Still nude, Carlotta nervously followed him into the bedroom. The room was large and nicely furnished with a four-poster king-size bed, a dresser and another TV on the wall, almost as large as the one in the living area. "There are clothes in the dresser, but stay naked for now. Through here," he said opening a door "is your exercise area. It has a stationary bike, a treadmill, an elliptical trainer and a four-station weight machine. I expect you to exercise for one hour each morning. If you start putting on weight your food will be reduced. Through here," he said moving to the other side of the room "is your bathroom. It has a toilet, a bidet, a large shower and a separate Jacuzzi tub. You will probably get a lot of use out of the tub after some of our sessions."

Carlotta looked into the bathroom; it matched the rest of the suite. It might be a prison, but at least it was a nice one. Lastly, the Master pointed out a douche setup on a mobile stand in one corner. "I actually don't need to douche very often," she said embarrassed.

"Oh that's for your daily enema. Be thorough; if you don't do a good job, I'll notice and come give it to you myself," he said, indicating some camera lens in the ceiling. 

Noticing them for the first time, Carlotta now also saw other lenses in the walls as well. "Oh, God," she thought blushing, "he is going to watch everything, even when I go to the bathroom, shower or give myself an enema."

"Now, let me show you our playroom," he said moving to the closed door on the other side of the living area. Using a key he opened the door and ushered Carlotta through. The room was large, with a variety of strange apparatuses scattered around, and a large medieval-type stocks set in the center on a low platform. One wall had a bizarre collection of whips, switches and riding crops of every shape and description, the other a wet bar and a large closed cabinet. Chains and manacles hung down from the ceiling at several places. "This is where we will spend our quality time together. The stocks are strictly for punishment. If you are sufficiently disobedient, you may spend entire days or nights in them. We will play for three days at a time and then give you a day off, starting tomorrow. Although remember that you do have one punishment coming tomorrow for your earlier disobedience."

"I'll have your breakfast sent down at 8:00, as well as menus for lunch and dinner. My chef is excellent. That will give you time to exercise, cleanup and be ready for me by 10:00," he said turning around, ushering her out and leaving, locking the door behind him, and then picking up her folded clothes on his way out the stairwell door. Carlotta could clearly hear as the bolt shot home behind him.

Carlota sat on the bed and cried. "What have I gotten myself into," she asked herself. Sleep was a long time coming.

Chapter 2

The next morning Carlotta was woken up by a shy maid bringing her breakfast and then leaving. Again, Carlotta could hear the maid throwing the bolt on the stairwell door as she left. Knowing she had no real choice, Carlotta ate the breakfast, exercised a bit, reluctantly gave herself a small enema and then showered. By 10:00, she was ready when the Master arrived. Dressed in nothing but tight leather trousers, he said nothing but moved to the playroom door and opened it, standing aside as Carlotta reluctantly entered, and then shutting the door behind them.

"Today, I want to try out all three of your openings. We can do that in any order, except going from your ass to your cunt. We wouldn't want you getting any infections down there after all. So, we can do mouth, cunt, and then ass, or else ass, mouth and then cunt, or cunt, mouth and then ass, or finally cunt, ass and then mouth. It's your choice, although remember that it will take me longer to climax each time. If we do your ass last, it will probably take at least 30 -- 45 minutes for me to cum."

Carlotta was shocked. She had certainly been fucked before and had given more than her share of blowjobs as one way to move up in the cartel hierarchy, but she had never surrendered her ass. "I can't do that, I won't," she exclaimed.

"Carlotta, Carlotta, I thought we had already established that you really have no choice. Unless you wish to leave now, you will do this. If you want to leave, let me know and I will call the cartel. Although, I need to warn you that I understand that being beaten, gang raped and hung from a bridge to slowly strangle to death can be most unpleasant. In the meantime, if you stay, you have now earned a second punishment for you refusal. So, are you staying or leaving?"

Carlotta miserably contemplated her options. Realistically, she knew she had none. "I, I guess I'm staying."

"Smart move. So what sequence do you want to use for our fucking?"

"I, I guess mouth, cunt and then, and then ass," she said hesitantly, wanting to postpone the inevitable as long as possible.

"That's not exactly what I would have recommended, but anyway it's your choice." The Master moved over to an exercise mat and motioned her over. "On your knees," he ordered.

Carlotta knelt down on the mat and without being asked, opened the fly of his trousers, letting his cock free. Carlotta gasped as the cock sprang free and rapidly hardened. The thing had to be ten inches long and very thick. Carlotta almost fainted when she thought of that monster going up her tight virgin ass. "I was always pretty large, but I had some surgical enhancements made a couple of years back," the Master commented.

Moving behind her, the Master grabbed her wrists and fastened leather cuffs on them as well as on both her ankles, clipping her wrists to her ankles. Finished with that, he moved back in front of her, presenting his rock hard cock to her now trembling lips.

Helpless, Carlotta was initially grateful when the Master started slowly, only gradually feeding more and more of his cock into her wide-stretched mouth. She began to panic when he hit the back of her throat and kept on pushing a little deeper with each thrust. With her hands secured behind her she had no control over his pace or the depth of his stroke. Carlotta struggled when the thick cock finally began penetrating her throat. It was useless; his hands on her head held her securely and he thrust more and more of his cock down her unwilling throat. Carlotta could do nothing but gasp for breath between strokes. Finally, after maybe ten minutes, he bottomed out, his thick pubic hair pressed tightly against her lips. He commenced long deep strokes, pulling almost completely out and then thrusting completely in. Having no choice, all Carlotta could do was focus on gasping for breath when he withdrew, and trying desperately not to gag as he buried his cock back in her throat. This went on for probably another ten minutes until he buried his cock deep in her throat, and held it there releasing shot after shot of thick cum directly down her spasming throat. Finally finished, he pulled out, allowing Carlotta to catch her breath at last.

"Not bad," he complimented her, "but you need to work on your tongue action; especially when I am just barely in your mouth, I expect your quick little tongue to be circling my cock and teasing my pee-hole." He unsnapped her wrists from her ankles and moved over to a small bar, pouring himself a drink. After sipping it for a minute, he filled a glass with water and set it on the floor. "You may crawl over here and drink the water," he invited. Her throat raw from the throat-fuck, Carlotta was only too happy to comply, but very aware of how her tits jiggled and her ass swayed as she crawled over.


Carlotta's Captivity Pt. 02



Author's Note: This is pure fantasy. I like writing non-consent, but it needs to have at least a minimal amount of justification, rather than be pure abduction/rape. Also note that all my characters are eventually freed, although somewhat the worse for wear, at least in the short-term. There nine chapters in this one, and I will submit them a couple of chapters at a time every day or so. Enjoy them (if this is your thing). Comments are welcome, and I have a thick skin.


Chapter 3

The next morning was a repeat of the first. Carlotta got up, ate the breakfast the maid had brought down, and reluctantly gave herself an enema, more thorough this time, since she now knew it was very likely she would be taking a cock directly from her ass into her mouth. She exercised for a few minutes, then showered and completed her morning toilet, including shaving her pussy completely bare as ordered, trying not to think of the cameras recording all the previously very private acts she was doing. At 10:00 she reluctantly moved into her living area when she heard the bolt on the stairwell door being thrown.

"Today," the Master said as he opened the playroom door and ushered Carlotta in, "we are going to play some games." The Master had Carlotta lie down on a mat again, but this time secured her wrist cuffs to floor bolts so that her arms were stretched out over her head. Next he secured her chest to the floor with a leather strap across her chest, just under her tits. He survey his handiwork, then moved a set of ceiling chains over and secured one of Carlotta's ankles to each. Leaving her lying there, he moved a chair and a small table over beside her, then went to the cabinet and removed a number of objects.

"These candles," he said when he returned, "are the kind that drip a lot of wax. Usually they're used to make decorative candleholders from wine bottles. I had these specially made to burn even faster and produce even more wax quickly." The candles were large, maybe twelve inches long, perhaps three inches in diameter with a tapered bottom. "I'm going to raise your legs up and adjust the angle until your cunt is pointing straight up. Then I will insert the candle and light it. The candle burns about one inch every five minutes, so it will burn half its twelve inch length in thirty minutes. Your task is to hold it in your cunt for thirty minutes. I can seat it as deep or as shallow as you like. The deeper I seat it, the easier it will be for your cunt to grip, but the hotter the wax will be. If you don't make the required thirty minutes, you will get one stroke from my switches here for every minute less than thirty. 

Next the master held up a bundle of switches. "I had to special order these. Birches were so commonly used in England that to 'get a birching' was synonymous with being spanked or whipped. The reasons they were so popular is that the bark itself is quite rough and the tips have these hard little buds. The effect, I am told, is quite a sting. I will give you one stroke as soon as I get you in position, to give you some incentive not to fail."

Finished with his explanation, the Master used his remote control to raise Carlotta's legs higher and higher until her ass and lower body were completely off the ground. Satisfied with the height, he adjusted their position so that Carlotta's legs were spread wide and both her legs and feet were bent back over her body. He fingered her opening and adjusted the chains a couple of times until he was satisfied that her cunt was pointing straight up. Stepping back, he picked up the birch switches. Stepping between her legs, he raised the switches and brought them down directly on her widely-spread cunt.

For a moment, Carlotta's brain seemed to freeze, unable to process the sudden outrageous pain caused by the stinging blow. That only lasted a split second and then she shrieked as the pain and stinging finally penetrated to her brain. Unable to move very much, all Carlotta could do was lie there and whimper.

"There, that should give you plenty of incentive to make you thirty minute goal. Just think of how it would feel if you only made, say fifteen minutes." The master lubricated the candle bottom and slowly inserted its length into her still-trembling cunt. "Let me know how deep you want this."

Carlotta was torn. She now knew what the switches felt like, but had no idea how bad the hot, dripping wax would be. When the candle was a little over halfway to the bottom of her cunt, she decided that she could hold it in there, so told him, "that's far enough I guess, Master.

He paused, "Are you sure? With all the lubrication I so thoughtfully used to avoid hurting you when I inserted it, the whole candle is pretty slick."

Carlotta hesitated, worried now. "I guess maybe put it in another inch, Master."

"Very well." Once the candle was positioned, the Master removed his hand, used a lighter to light the candle and sat down in his chair to watch Carlotta's struggle. As time passed, he began to call out each passing minute.

As soon as the Master removed his hand, the candle began to slide up. Frantic, Carlotta used her cunt muscles to grip it tightly. The candle quit moving. Relieved, Carlotta relaxed slightly and the candle began sliding again. Tightening her grip again, Carlotta realized that she was going to have to grip it tightly with her cunt the entire time. Like most women, she had never really exercised her cunt muscles much and she could already tell they were going to tire quickly; Carlotta began to sweat, thinking about maybe receiving dozens of strokes from the vicious birch switches.

After having lain there for only three minutes, staring up at the candle shoved in her cunt, Carlotta was also horrified to see the first small stream of hot wax begin to run down the side of the candle, heading directly for her still-throbbing clit. She could only watch helplessly, and although she tried not to, she flinched when the hot wax made contact with her tender clit. The candle began sliding once more. Frantically, Carlotta tightened her grip, beginning to whimper now. She began trying to hold as still as possible, so as not to dislodge any more wax.

The strategy worked for a while, but eventually, after another ten minutes, her cunt muscles began to weaken and tremble, shaking the candle as she tried desperately to force them tight again. A veritable river of wax was dislodged, running down and almost completely covering both her clit and cunt lips. Carlotta screamed, shaking her bound body as much as she could to cool the burning. The candle began moving again. Frantically Carlotta used almost the last strength in her cunt to grab the candle shaft again. The candle stopped moving. 

Unfortunately, the abrupt stop also caused another river of wax to run down the back of the candle, out of Carlotta's sight. Thus, she was unprepared when the hot wax ran down the crack of her ass, directly onto her still-sore little asshole. Carlotta screamed again, trying desperately to shake her ass. The candle resumed its motion.

Whimpering, Carlotta gripped the candle again, but the candle had slid up enough that gripping it now only worked to slow its motion. Crying openly now, Carlotta could only grip the candle as tightly as she could as it slowly, inexorably moved up, still dripping hot wax down the sides onto her clit and cunt, something which she tried desperately to ignore. At the seventeen minute mark, the candle finally won its freedom, popping out to land on the mat near the Master's feet.

The Master reached down and picked the candle up, then blew it out. "Well, Carlotta, I'm disappointed. I thought you would have at least been able to make twenty minutes. Next time, you might want to have me seat the candle deeper in your cunt," he advised. "Let's see, that means I owe you thirteen strokes, minus the one I already gave you. That leaves twelve strokes I still owe you. I guess we'll do them in two sets of 'six of the best' as the English used to say."

The Master first peeled off the wax, which by this time had completely solidified. As he promised yesterday, Carlotta was very glad she had done a good job shaving down there. The last thing she needed now was hairs ripping out as he peeled the wax off her cunt. Once he was finished, he inserted his finger in her opening. "Still pretty wet Carlotta," he commented, removing his finger and licking it. Satisfied, he stepped over to the table and picked up the birch switches, then moved back between her legs. Carlotta whimpered in fear, knowing all too well what the cruel little switches would feel like.

Trying to prepare herself, Carlotta bit down on her lower lip as the Master raised the switch bundle. Despite having gotten the warning stroke only perhaps thirty minutes before, Carlotta was still shocked at the intense and wide-spread sting the switches produced. The area savaged by the cruel buds reached all the way from the newly-shaven pelvic area above her clit almost to her clinched little asshole. The terrible switches with their hard rough branches hit not only her clit and the cunt lips themselves but also the more tender inner lips and even forced themselves between the lips right down to her core because of her spread-open position. She tried not to shriek or beg as he raised the switch for the second stroke. The Master paused. Frantically, having almost forgotten to count, Carlotta screamed out "One, Master."

"Good, for a moment there I was afraid you had forgotten to count and that we would have to start over."

By the third stroke, Carlotta could not contain herself any more and shrieked as each new stroke fell, writhing around, trying to ease the awful stinging, trying to escape the strokes, and frantically struggling to escape her bonds. Each time she whimpered in dread as he raised the switch for another stroke. Nevertheless, she somehow always managed to count the stroke. As the sixth stroke finally fell, Carlotta cried in relief that it was over, at least for a few moments.

The Master looked at her thoughtfully, undid his fly and took out his again rock-hard cock. Moving toward her, he lined the tip up with her tight little ass, which was in just the perfect position for fucking. "Would you like a longer break," he asked significantly.

Carlotta only had to think about it for a moment. Even an ass-fucking was better than another six strokes with the terrible birch switches; she would do anything to postpone that. "Yes, Master, please," she replied.

"Please what?"

"Please, please fuck my ass, Master."

"Well, if you insist," he said, amused to hear Carlotta begging him to fuck her ass. To Carlotta's relief, he moved over to the cabinet and returned with a bottle of lubricant. He coated his cock liberally, stroking the hard length as Carlotta watched, and then used his finger to smear more lube around her asshole. Carlotta blushed as he began pushing more and more lube into her ass with his finger, each time wiggling it around in her tight little ass. "I do love a tight ass," he commented.

Finally satisfied, he aligned his cock and began to push slowly but steadily into her ass, increasing the pressure and sinking more and more of his cock into her straining ass with every passing second. Carlotta bit her lip, afraid that if she screamed, cried or even whimpered, he would quit and go back to using the switches. After a few more seconds, he was completely buried in her ass, his pubic hair pressed tightly against her spread and straining ass cheeks. Carlotta could feel the thick length of his cock from her sorely stretched asshole all the way to her stomach it seemed. He held it there, enjoying the almost indescribable feeling of being buried to the hilt in her tight, hot ass.

The Master began fucking her with long slow strokes, gradually building up speed. As stimulated as he was from the morning's activities, though, after only about ten minutes, he came explosively deep in her ass, holding it there to enjoy the sensation to the maximum. As he began to soften, he withdrew and lowered Carlotta's body back down to the mat. Moving around to her head, he presented his cock to her lips. "Clean me," he ordered. By this point Carlotta had begun to accept her situation and took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his cock as he pushed deeper into her throat to allow her to clean the entire shaft. Satisfied at last, he withdrew.

He moved over and took a couple of sips of his drink, then brought over a glass of water and carefully helped Carlotta drink. When she was finished, he stepped back and regarded her thoughtfully. "Would you like a chance to avoid your last six strokes?" he asked.

"Oh, yes Master, please Master," Carlotta answered.

"OK, we will do a variation of the last game, but this time, we'll put the candle in your ass. This should be it easier for you, and this time you only need to hold it in for twenty-five minutes. For every minute over that, I'll subtract one of your remaining strokes. Fair, enough?"

"Yes, Master," Carlotta replied in a mixture of resignation and hope.

The Master raised her lower body back up, this time moving her legs even further over her strapped-down lower body, putting some degree of strain on Carlotta as she was bent almost double. Eventually, however, he had positioned so that her cum-oozing asshole was pointed straight at the ceiling. Satisfied with her position, he returned to the cabinet for another candle. "Let me know how deep you want it," he said beginning to insert the tapered bottom of the candle, "With all the cum dripping out of your ass, I think we can do without any more lube this time."

The thick candle strained her already stretched-out asshole, but Carlotta was determined not to fail this time, so she kept silent as he slowly inserted more and more of the candle in her ass. "I think that should be enough, Master," she finally said.

The Master stepped back and regarded the candle dubiously. Nearly six inches were now buried snugly in her bottom. The flame was going to be getting very close to her tender little ass by the time thirty-one minutes had passed, if she made it that long. He shrugged; it wasn't his problem. He reached out and lit the candle.

Again he called out the time every minute. More experienced now, Carlotta held as still as she could, trying not to dislodge any wax for as long as possible. Clenching her ass around the candle was at least easier than trying to hold it in with her cunt. Eventually, however, the inevitable first streams of hot wax ran down the candle and Carlotta flinched as the hot wax hit her stretched-out asshole. The candle moved up some. Carlotta quickly tightened back down, clenching her ass around the thick candle shaft, trying not to move as more and more hot wax ran down.

After a while, maybe ten minutes or so, enough wax had coated her poor suffering asshole that the build up insulated her somewhat from the new wax running down. On the other hand, Carlotta was getting very tired of clenching her little sphincter tightly around the thick candle. Still she was managing much better than last time, and this state of affairs lasted for another five minutes or so. However, by the time the Master called out minute twenty, the candle had burned down far enough that the wax build up was getting reheated and starting to soften. By the twenty-three minute mark, the wax covering her ass was getting positively hot and starting to melt and run down the back crack of her ass, as well as forward down her spread out cunt. Carlotta gritted her teeth and was able to hold out to the twenty-five minute mark. She sighed in relief; at least she would not be getting any additional strokes.

After another minute, she just could not stand the heat any longer, and decided to see if she could squeeze down like she was taking a shit and move the candle up some. She almost cried in relief as the candle moved up several inches, reducing the heat on her poor ass. Unfortunately, she had forgotten about the tapered bottom. When she tried to squeeze her ass tight again, the tapered end caused the candle to be propelled out with quite a force, landing at least a foot away. Carlotta cried in a mixture of frustration and apprehension.

The Master retrieved the candle and blew it out. Moving around to her face, he presented her with the candle, still dripping with the cum from her ass. "Clean this off, and then we can discuss the rest of your punishment." With no choice, Carlotta opened her mouth and cleaned the candle off, licking it thoroughly with her tongue until he was satisfied. "Well Carlotta, you only made a bit more than twenty-six minutes, but we'll round that up to twenty-seven. That means I still owe you three strokes. Do you want me to give them to you like this, or lower you a bit like you were before?"

Carlotta couldn't imagine that the switches would hurt as much on her ass as they would back on her cunt, so she said "Like this, I guess, Master."

"Very well; first we need to get rid of all this wax build-up." The master began peeling the wax off of her ass. Carlotta started as some fine hairs around her asshole were ripped out as well. "Forget to shave down that far, did you?" he asked, nastily. The pulling continued, until finally all the wax was off. Carlotta took a deep breath as the Master pick up the switches and moved into position.

The first stroke hit right on her asshole. Carlotta screamed; unbelievably, this was every bit as bad as a stroke on her cunt. The next stroke was focused on the tender and sensitive skin between her cunt and her ass. The final stroke was a little higher yet, curling down to smack directly on her cunt all the way to her still-throbbing clit. Carlotta shrieked one last time and then subsided; realizing that, at least for now, the punishment was over. With her cunt almost directly over her face, Carlotta was horrified to see moisture leaking out of her punished cunt; a drop fell and struck her on the cheek.

"Looks like your cunt is pretty wet, Carlotta," the Master said, smirking. Carlotta blushed in embarrassment, wondering how her cunt could be wet, despite all the abuse inflicted upon it. He positioned a large cushion under Carlotta's butt and lowered her body back down to the mat, her ass on the cushion but her legs still in the air, wide-spread, being held in place by the cuffs on her ankles. The Master began to remove his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his again-hard cock sprang out immediately. Kneeling between her legs, the Master positioned his cock between her sore, abused pussy lips and began to push.

Despite all her lubrication, it hurt going in, partly because she was already sore, and partially just because of his size. The Master continued his slow and steady push, until the tip pressed firmly against her cervix. Carlotta winced as his tip lodged itself against her cervix. The Master increased the pressure, trying to push further in, despite the barrier. Carlotta whimpered, realizing that he was not going to stop. As the pressure from the tip of his enormous cock increased, Carlotta whimpered as she felt the cervical opening itself start to be painfully forced apart. The pressure continued to increase and she panicked as she felt the tip of his hard cock actually beginning to penetrate the portal of her womb. The Master groaned with the effort, and with one final push, the fat head of his cock finally slipped past the opening with a pop Carlotta felt throughout her body. She screamed at the sudden pain of the penetration.

The Master held still for a moment. "God, yes, I haven't felt that sensation since that girl in Thailand. Outstanding!" With horror, Carlotta realized that there was at least two more inches of his cock to go. The Master resumed his steady push, until finally his pubic hair crushed against her sore cunt lips and clit. He began a slow in-and-out motion, moving just enough so that the head of his penis popped out of her cervical opening, then back in to the hilt. Carlotta groaned with each penetration. Gradually he built up a little speed and also began taking longer strokes. Eventually he was hammering his entire cock into her pussy and through her cervical opening in a true and brutal "double fuck."




Carlotta's Captivity Pt. 02



The excruciating fuck continued for another ten minutes before he sank his cock all the way in one last time, held it there and ejaculated shot after shot of cum directly into her womb. He held his cock in her womb a moment longer and then began to withdraw, the head of his cock popping out of first her cervical opening and finally past her swollen cunt lips and out of her cunt. Knowing what would happen next, Carlotta resigned herself when he moved around to her head, opening her mouth and taking him in without him having to say a word. She cleaned him thoroughly, and when he was satisfied, he pulled back and loosened her bonds.

Escorting her out of the playroom, he said "Tomorrow at 10:00 again. Have a good evening." He left, throwing the bolt of the stairway door.

Chapter 4

Exhausted, mentally and physically, as well as quite sore, Carlotta overslept the next morning. She had been woken up by the maid bringing her breakfast, but burrowed back in the covers and went back to sleep, trying to shut out the world she was now living in. She woke with a start, panicked when she realized it was five minutes to ten. She had just enough time to splash some water on her face, run her fingers through her long dark hair and strip out of her nightgown before she heard the bolt being thrown on the stairway door. Rushing into the living area, she arrived just as the Master stepped through the door.

The Master looked at her sadly. "No enema today Carlotta?" he asked. "Are you sure you want me fucking your ass and the sticking my cock in your mouth without cleaning yourself out at least a little?"

Carlotta was trapped. If she said yes, she had no doubt that he would spend all day fucking her ass and making her clean him off with her mouth. That would be bad, especially since she hadn't even had time to use the toilet yet. If she said no, she knew that, as he threatened, he would give her the enema himself. With little choice, she said "No, Master."

"Well then, we'll have to take care of that first. Afterwards, we are also going to have to address the lack of exercise." He moved past her into her bedroom. "Kneel on the edge of the bed with your ass up and head down," he ordered. With little choice, Carlotta moved to comply as he went into the bathroom for the enema apparatus.

Carlotta had been using a cup or two of water for the enemas she gave herself, although the bag could hold much more, maybe a gallon or so. When the Master wheeled the bag out on its stand, it was bulging. Carlotta knew this was going to be bad.

Rolling the stand into position, the Master contemplated her upturned ass with its still amazingly tight asshole. Dipping his finger into some lubricant, he smeared it around her asshole as Carlotta once again blushed for the cameras in the walls and ceiling. He inserted his finger and twisted it around some, then brought it out. He looked at it a moment, and then wiped it on a tissue from a box by the bed. "You definitely needed this," he observed. Carlotta blushed even more.

Next he teased her asshole with the enema nozzle a few minutes, enjoying watching her tight little pucker open and close around the nozzle, before finally inserting it all the way into her ass and opening the valve to start the flow. At first it was not too bad, other than the embarrassment itself. However, as more and more water flowed into her bowels, Carlotta groaned. Finally the bottle was empty, but the Master didn't immediately remove the nozzle. "I wonder if we should use a second bottle?" he asked himself, to Carlotta's terror. "No, I guess not; after all we still have to deal with the exercise issue. He thought about it some more, removed the nozzle and then said, "OK, you can go to the toilet now."

Gingerly Carlotta got up and moved into the bathroom to the toilet. The Master followed her in. With no choice, Carlotta sat on the toilet, blushing furiously, and began to expel the water, accompanied by the occasional "plop" of solid material. No one had ever watched her take a shit before. Finished, she hesitated a moment, sighed, then got some tissue, cleaned herself and flushed the toilet.

"Very good," the Master complimented her. "I'll meet you in the exercise room next."

Reluctantly, Carlotta moved into her exercise room as the Master went over and opened the door to the playroom. He was back in a couple of minutes with a large dildo and a box with a plug and several lead wires. Moving over to her exercise bike, he began removing the seat. Carlotta nervously watched, afraid that she knew what was going to happen. As she feared, he installed the dildo in place of the seat and attached two of the box's leads to its base. The third lead plugged into the bike's control computer. The Master inspected everything, and once satisfied, plugged the box into a wall outlet.

"The control box reads the output from the bikes computer. As long as you maintain the set RPM on the bike, nothing happens. However, should the bikes RPM fall below the set point, the box starts sending increasingly severe shocks through the dildo. I have set it for 60 RPM and twenty minutes. I hope you are able to maintain that without any problem. My lady, your stead awaits."

With no choice, Carlotta mounted the bike; while the master guided the dildo home in her cunt and adjusted the height to make sure it bottomed out with each pedal cycle. "You should be grateful; I have another attachment that lets the dildo go in your ass instead. You have one minute to get the bike up to speed." He stepped back and started the bike's computer.

Terrified, Carlotta began to frantically pedal. With each pedal stroke, the long thick dildo moved in and out of her cunt. At first, she gasped each time, but quickly settled grimly down to her pedaling. Although shapely, with a nice toned body, Carlotta had never gone in for any aerobic exercise. After only five minutes, she began to really breathe hard. At the ten minute mark, she began to slow down. The first shock to her cunt was enough to get her pedaling again, but again, after only a couple of minutes, she slowed down again, panting. The shock this time was harsher and she shrieked and once again picked up the pace, but quickly became too exhausted to continue. Finally, she could only sag down, the dildo completely buried in her cunt as shock after shock tormented her.

The Master reached over and unplugged the box. Carlotta groaned with relief. "Only fourteen minutes; see, I told you that you needed the exercise. I'll give you thirty minutes to pull yourself together," he said helping her off the impaling dildo. He started to leave the room, and then stopped and looked back at her and the dildo thoughtfully. "On second thought, I think we will scrub the rest of today's activities, and you have tomorrow off, except for your exercise. I'll have the maid bring down a fresh breakfast. We'll pick up again in two days, as usual at 10:00. This time, don't oversleep."



Carlotta's Captivity Pt. 03



Author's Note: This is pure fantasy. I like writing non-consent, but it needs to have at least a minimal amount of justification, rather than be pure abduction/rape. Also note that all my characters are eventually freed, although somewhat the worse for wear, at least in the short-term. There are nine chapters in this one, and I will submit them a couple of chapters at a time every day or so. Enjoy them (if this is your thing). Comments are welcome, and I have a thick skin. 

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Chapter 5

Two days later, Carlotta nervously entered the playroom. The Master was already there, sitting in his usual chair. A box was beside the chair. "Come in Carlotta and have a seat on the mat there." Carlotta sat down on the indicated mat, still wondering what was going to happen to her today.

"One of the whole points of activities like ours is to force the victim to enjoy it at some sexual level and even climax despite the pain. It's not really much fun for me if it is just pure torture. From how wet you have gotten several times, I know that this could happen with you, but it is obviously not reaching the point of you actually climaxing. I was sure you would orgasm on the bike; after all, a rather large dildo was moving steadily in and out for quite a few minutes. Until you slowed down, there was no pain and even the initial shocks weren't very strong. You should have climaxed. At this point, my question is this. Have you ever really had an orgasm?"

"Of course I have," Carlotta answered hotly. "Master," she added quickly.

The Master shook his head sadly. "Carlotta, I have access to a lie detector and am quite proficient in its use. If you lie to me it will mean severe punishment, maybe even the stocks. So, one more time: Have you ever really had an orgasm?"

Carlotta hung her head, blushing. "I, I don't know for sure, maybe."

"If you don't know for sure, I can assure you the answer is 'No'. When you finally have an orgasm, you will not have any doubt. So our goal now is to get you used to having orgasms in a number of different ways. We'll start out with something simple," he said, reaching into the box. "This is called a butterfly. Stand up for a moment."

The Master buckled a strap around Carlotta's waist then ran additional straps between her legs and fastened them to the belt in back. This had the effect of securing the fairly flat device right over her clit and the top of her pussy. "Now lie down and get comfortable," he said, producing a cushion for her head. Carlotta did as she was told, still confused by the new, nice Master. "I'll leave your hands free so that you can move the butterfly around a bit if you want to." With that, he turned it on.

"Oh, God," Carlotta thought as the vibrations began to work their magic on her clit and pussy. No one had ever gone down on her before; she had never really spent any time pleasuring herself, and had certainly never used a vibrator. Sex had always been something she used to get what she wanted; sex itself had never been what she wanted. Now she had no choice but to experience the stimulation. After a few minutes, unable to help herself, she moved her hands to the butterfly, moving it around slightly to maximize its effect. Her tension grew. After another few minutes she felt like she couldn't take any more and was about to explode. She tried to remove the butterfly, but the Master stopped her.

"Leave it, Carlotta. Trust me, just this once."

With no choice, she did. After another minute or so, she was sure she would shatter any second. That's when it happened; she did shatter in a screaming orgasm unlike anything she had ever even imagined. The Master reached over and turned the butterfly off, as Carlotta lay there shuttering with the aftershocks of her first orgasm.

"See, I told you you would know if you had ever really had an orgasm," he said. "There are basically three different kinds of orgasm. This was a clitoral orgasm. After you have recovered, we will work on a vaginal orgasm. It is not quite as intense, but many women find it more satisfying. After that, we will try for a blended orgasm, combining the two. My female friends all say it is the best of the three, although sometimes a bit harder to achieve."

Unbelievably to Carlotta, the Master went over to the bar and returned with a small glass of champagne for her. She sipped it as she recovered. The Master waited patiently. When she was through, the Master asked her. "Are you ready to try for a different kind of climax?" Less apprehensive than normal, Carlotta nodded, not really trusting her voice.

The Master reached into his bag and pulled out a fairly long vibrator with a flexible head that looked like it could move in and out as well as perhaps even in a small circle. It was fairly large, but after dealing with the Master's cock, the seven or eight inch vibrator was really not very intimidating. "Lay back and relax and I'll insert this for you. Again, you may need to move in around or even in and out some to get the maximum effect. Experiment; sex is supposed to be fun, well at least sometimes. Let me show you the controls."

Carlotta followed his instructions. The vibrator had some fairly sophisticated controls. There were three speeds and two buttons, one to cause the head to move in and out, the other to make the head move in a tight circle. Carlotta turned it on using the slowest speed. Immediately, she began to feel some of the same sensations as the first time, although these seemed deeper and more complete somehow, even if less intense. She turned it up a speed and began moving it around some with her hands. She was still embarrassed about putting on such an intimate show for the Master and the watching cameras, but she guessed she must be getting use to it since she was no longer blushing as intensely or as often.

The sensations gradually built in Carlotta's nude and now sweating body. Despite the sweat, both her nipples were rock-hard and standing straight up at least half an inch. After her first orgasm, she now knew what the build-up meant, and she was suddenly eager for her climax. She turned the vibrator up to high and activated both the other controls at once. The intensity of the vibrations increased dramatically and the tip began moving in and out an inch or so, but also rotating in a subtle circle at the same time. The effect was electric. "Oh, God, oh God" Carlotta screamed as the sensations rapidly built, then crested in another shattering orgasm. Too overcome to turn the vibrator off immediately, Carlotta screamed again as her body almost instantly built up to a second and then a third climax.

The Master reached over and turned it off, slowly withdrawing the vibrator from her spasming pussy with a distinct sucking sound. As Carlotta opened her eyes, he looked at the vibrator and with a wink at Carlotta, began licking her juices off of it. "Delicious," he said at last. Despite everything, that did make Carlotta blush again, the color starting at her face and moving all the way down to her quivering tits with their still-hard nipples.

The Master put the vibrator on the table next to the butterfly and moved back to the bar. He returned with yet another glass of champagne for Carlotta. "That was at least mostly a vaginal orgasm. Take some time to come down, and then we'll try one more thing today, the blended orgasm."

When Carlotta indicated she was ready, the Master re-attached the butterfly and also re-inserted the vibrator. This time however, he stretched Carlotta's arms out over her head and secured them. "I really want you to focus on the sensations this time, without trying to control them at all; just feel." He turned both devices on, with the vaginal vibrator on low. The sensations began to build. After a few minutes, the Master leaned over and upped the speed on the vibrator.

For Carlotta, the tension continued to build, but the combination of sensations was almost unbearable. Had her hands been free, she would have moved one or the other of the devices. Since her hands weren't free, all she could do was endure. After a few more minutes, the Master switched the vibrator on high and activated the other two controls as well. Moments later, Carlotta experienced a screaming climax unlike anything she had felt so far. "Please, no more; turn them off," she gasped out. The Master ignored her plea, watching as she shuttered through another two screaming climaxes in quick succession before finally turning them off.

Carlotta lay in an exhausted but satisfied heap. The Master unfastened her arms and carried her into her bedroom and laid her down on her bed. He moved into the bathroom and ran her a bath in the Jacuzzi tub, then set one last glass of Champagne down next to it. "When you are ready, you can go soak in the tub. I'll see you again tomorrow at 10:00," he said as he left.

Chapter 6

Carlotta entered the "playroom" the next morning, promptly at 10:00. She had gotten up, had breakfast, given herself her required enema and showered. She was not looking for a repeat of her previous experience when she had overslept. When she entered the room, the Master was not alone. A completely nude, vaguely Oriental girl, maybe mid twenties, was with him. She had a lovely, tight little body, completely shaven, just like Carlotta was now.

"This is Anna; she is one of my administrative assistants. Normally, she doesn't involve herself in this part of my activities, but today she has agreed to help. Anna wants a new car; it costs around fifty thousand dollars. Unfortunately, she and her husband had an accounting business together, but he ran off with the secretary after defrauding several clients as well as cleaning out all his and Anna's joint accounts. Anna managed to escape jail but they did pull her CPA license, even though they couldn't prove she was in on the fraud. Since her credit is also now shot, she can't get a normal car loan for several more years. Her trade-in is worth around twenty thousand, so she is looking for a way to earn the extra thirty thousand dollars. I have offered her a thousand dollar bonus for her help today, as well as an opportunity to earn more."

"The process is simple. First, Anna will go down on you. She has fifteen minutes to make you climax. For every minute quicker than that, I'll put one thousand dollars in her car fund, and you get one stroke. For every minute you hold out over fifteen, I will subtract one stroke from your daily total, and give it to her instead. Next, you will do the same for her. For every minute she holds out over fifteen, she gets another thousand dollars and you get a stroke. For every minute under fifteen, she gets a stroke and we subtract one of yours. Finally, the two of you will "69"; if she cums first, she gets three strokes and we will subtract three from you; if you cum first, she gets another three thousand dollars and you get three strokes. At the end of the day, if you have negative strokes, you can use ten of them to buy another day off, or use them later to avoid punishment strokes on later days. If you don't want to play, I will just give her the thirty thousand dollars and give you thirty strokes, probably from several different instruments. Note that there are therefore three separate contests. At the end of the day, I get to fuck whoever loses two of them in the ass, and the other in her cunt." Anna looked nervous as the Master said this last.

Carlotta listened to this in horror. She was not even sure she could perform oral sex on another woman and certainly had no desire to. On the other hand, she could only imagine what thirty strokes in a row would feel like. "I guess, I guess I'll play," she said reluctantly.

"Good choice; take a spot on the mat there, and we'll get started."

Carlotta took her spot on the mat, and the Master moved over and propped a pillow under her head. Next, he wheeled a machine over and began attaching the leads to her body, rather like an EKG machine. "This device was originally developed by sex-therapy clinics to monitor orgasms in both men and women. It will keep you both honest, so no one can fake an orgasm." Once Carlotta was all hooked up, he turned to Anna and said, "Your show, my dear. I'll start the timer whenever you're ready."

Anna positioned herself between Carlotta's legs, using her hands to push them further apart to give her an unobstructed view of Carlotta's cunt. "I want a pillow under her butt too," she requested. The Master had Carlotta raise up and then pushed a pillow under her hips. Anna adjusted it a bit until she was satisfied with the placement. "I'm ready," she said, taking a deep breath.

"Go," the Master said, starting the timer.

Carlotta knew at once that this was not Anna's first experience with another woman; she knew exactly what she was doing. She began by parting Carlotta's cunt lips and breathing softly on the exposed core. From there she proceeded with soft, slow licks, starting with long licks from Carlotta's ass all the way to her clit, gradually picking up the pace and increasing the intensity. After a few moments, she began pushing the tip of her quick little tongue into Carlotta's cunt, making happy, slurping sounds. Gradually her tongue started going deeper, with increasing force and speed. After another couple of minutes, she moved up and began concentrating on Carlotta's clit, replacing the tongue in Carlotta's cunt with her finger, slowly moving it in a circle as well as in and out. Carlotta blushed as she heard the squishy sounds the finger in her cunt was making. 

As time passed, Carlotta felt herself climbing toward her climax. She was torn; she wanted the climax but was also afraid she might cum too quickly, since the Master was not calling out the time. Anna sensed her climb and began increasing the intensity of her sucking and licking on Carlotta's clit. At the same time, she began using another finger, wetted first in Carlotta's cunt, to begin circling Carlotta's asshole. Eventually she inserted the first joint into Carlotta's ass and began inscribing small circles. Carlotta tried to resist, but the combined sensations pushed her over the edge and she climaxed with a scream.

"Nice work, Anna. That was only nine minutes; that earns you six thousand for your car fund. Of course, it also earns Carlotta six strokes." The Master moved over to the bar and poured them both a glass of champagne and brought it back to them. Both women sipped it, resting and getting ready for Round 2.

After a few minutes, the Master ordered Anna to take her place on the mat. Unasked, she pushed the pillow under her hips, placed the other one comfortably under her head and spread her legs, totally exposing her cunt and ass to Carlotta's gaze. The Master then hooked up the monitor leads, and nodded to Carlotta when he was finished. Hesitantly, Carlotta positioned herself between Anna's legs and considered her cunt. "You can do this," she told herself firmly. "Just do the same things she did to you."

Carlotta took a deep breath and nodded to the Master, who started the timer. Carlotta's first licks were tentative, never having tasted another woman's cunt before. Surprisingly, Anna didn't taste bad at all, just a slightly musky, spicy taste. As she continued, Anna's cunt began to flow more heavily and Carlotta realized she actually liked the taste. Carlotta set to work with greater enthusiasm, driving her tongue deep into Anna's flowing pussy, and licking up her flowing girl-juices eagerly.

Carlotta quickly realized that, since Anna had done this before, she was actually at a slight disadvantage even though Carlotta was inexperienced; she was used to being eaten by another woman and climaxing. For Carlotta, the whole thing had been so new, and yes, embarrassing that it had taken her awhile to begin to relax enough to react. After a couple of minutes, Anna began to squirm around. Carlotta increased her efforts, now focusing her oral efforts on Anna's clit, which appeared to be more sensitive even than her own, and replacing the tongue in Anna's cunt with her finger. Remembering how Anna had finally finished her off, Carlotta hesitated and then wet a second finger in Anna's flowing juices and began using it to play with Anna's tight little asshole. Anna responded immediately, but then seemed to get a hold of herself and calm herself down some for the next few minutes, so Carlotta increased her efforts, speeding up the strokes from her tongue and driving a second finger into Anna's cunt. Anna squirmed more and Carlotta could hear her breathing speed up. Carlotta redoubled her efforts and Anna began making little whimpering sounds. After another minute or two, Anna arched her entire body and screamed out her climax.

"Excellent," the Master complimented Carlotta. "That was thirteen minutes; you seemed to really get into that girl-on-girl action. I wasn't sure you had it in you. That means Anna gets two strokes, and we will subtract two from the six I already owe you. Let me get you ladies another glass of champagne while you rest a few minutes."

Both girls watched the other as they sipped their champagne, each of them sizing up the other and wondering what she could do to win the third round. The Master was amused; they looked like two prize fighters, sizing up their opponents. He gave them a full hour, mostly just to heighten the tension.

"Ok," the Master said. "Time for the final round. If you ladies will take your positions on the mat, I get a second monitor and begin hooking you both up." Both women positioned themselves on the mat, staring directly into each others cunts while the Master began attaching the leads from the two monitors. "Everyone ready?" he asked. At their nods, he just said "Go!"

Because of the first two sessions, each of the women knew at least a little about what would bring the other to orgasm. Both of them set to it with a will and the sounds of slurping, licking and soft moans filled the room, as well as the smell of aroused cunts. After a few minutes, both women were squirming around, panting between licks and trying desperately not to cum. Finally, Anna arched her body back and unable to help herself, instead of trying not to cum, grabbed Carlotta's head and held it tightly to her cunt, cuming with a loud prolonged shriek. That drove Carlotta over the edge as well, and she climaxed only instants later. Both women flopped backwards and lay on their backs, breathing heavily and trembling with the aftermath of their explosive climaxes.

"Excellent," the Master complimented them, bringing each of them another glass of champagne. "That was really close. However, Anna did cum first, even if only by a couple of seconds. That makes the final tally five strokes for Anna and a total of four thousand dollars toward her car fund, including her initial thousand dollar bonus. I also get to fuck her delectable little ass, something I have wanted to do ever since I hired her. Carlotta, you only get a single stroke and of course I get to fuck your cunt. I will do that first, and then have Anna clean me off before I fuck her ass. However, that means you have to clean me after I finish with Anna. Each of you will first have to use your mouths to get me hard for the fucks."

Carlotta sipped her drink and listened to all this without comment, knowing it had all worked out about as well as she could have expected. The Master let them finish their drinks and then said, "OK, ladies, let's get started. After watching the two of you all morning, I am definitely ready for some action of my own."

The Master had Carlotta lay back down on the mat and then attached cuffs and ropes from the ceiling to each ankle. Satisfied he used his remote to raise her legs into the air. Next he moved the ropes further apart until she once again felt the strain in her thigh muscles from an almost complete split. Once she was in position, he moved over to the wall and brought out a strange apparatus. "This is a device for measuring speed. They use things like it in tennis and baseball to measure the speed of the ball in a serve or a pitch. We're going to use it to measure the speed of the stroke. Each of you is going to administer the punishment strokes to the other. Whoever has the fastest stroke wins. If Anna wins, she gets another five thousand dollars and Carlotta gets five additional strokes from me. If Carlotta wins, she gets a negative five strokes to use on later days and Anna gets my five strokes. I might point out Anna, that you only get one stroke on Carlotta while she gets five strokes on you. You'd better make your first stroke count."




Carlotta's Captivity Pt. 03



The Master next took a marker and drew a line in the middle of each of Carlotta's cunt lips. "Your stroke has to hit within those lines, so I would aim for the exact center of her cunt if I were you, otherwise the stroke is disqualified," he told Anna. He moved over to the wall and selected the same thin flexible crop he had used on Carlotta a few days before and handed it to Anna. Anna swished it through the air a few times getting a feel for the crop. Anna played a lot of tennis and she was sure she could win this one. Finally ready, she moved between Carlotta's legs, raised the crop and brought it down with all her might.

The "crack" of the crop was almost immediately drowned out by Carlotta's scream as the cruel crop hit exactly between her cunt lips, shoving the outer lips aside and impacting directly on her tender core and clit.

"Excellent," the Master complimented her. "That was 93 miles per hour. Some pitchers can barely do that." He had to speak up since the room was filled with the sound of Carlotta's moans and crying. The Master lowered Carlotta's legs to the mat and released them. Next he directed her, still sobbing, to a long table, rather like a gynecologist would use. He had her stretch out on the table and fastened her feet in the stirrups, and pushed the two arms out, spreading her legs wide. Satisfied, he slipped off his clothes and walked round to her head. "Get me hard," he ordered.

Anna watched all this nervously. She had previously had no idea how large the Master's endowment was, and her eyes got large as Carlotta sucked him fully erect. "God this is probably going to hurt," she thought, thinking about that cock burying itself in her ass.

In the meantime, the Master was fully hard and moved back around between Carlotta's legs. He placed his cock at her entrance and began to slowly push in. As usual, he eventually came up against the barrier of her cervix. Carlotta was not really surprised when he kept pushing, and groaned as her cervix was once again forced to open and admit his fat cock.

Anna was continuing to watch and was puzzled at first when he kept pushing after it was obvious that the Master was already against Carlotta's cervix. "He's got to be already all the way in," she thought. "Where does he expect more to go?" Carlotta's groan answered her question as the Master's cock once again started to move deeper in Carlotta's cunt. "God," she thought. "He's actually fucking past her cervix. That's got to hurt."

The Master was enjoying the "double fuck" every bit as much as he had the first time. Standing between Carlotta's wide-spread legs, he felt like he was able to go even deeper than before. He began a shallow fuck, moving just enough to force his cock in and out of her cervix. Eventually he lengthened the strokes and began pulling all the way out, and then slamming all the way back in to the hilt, accompanied by a deep sucking sound with each sloppy stroke. After another ten minutes, he began to get close to cuming and motioned Anna over, and told her to get on her knees. At the last moment, he pulled his cock from Carlotta's cunt and shoved the first inch or so into Anna's mouth, and then began to shoot shot after shot into her mouth and down her throat. There was so much that Anna couldn't swallow it fast enough and some ran out of her mouth and down her chin. The Master pulled out and shot the last spurts on her face. Anna started to wipe it off with her hand, but the Master stopped her. "Leave it," he ordered.

The Master unfastened Carlotta's feet and helped her up off of the table. "Lick Anna's face clean," he ordered her, forcing her to her knees beside Anna. Carlotta blushed, hesitated and the sighed. Defeated, she leaned forward and stuck her tongue out, licking the ropes of cum off of Anna's chin and face. "Don't swallow it," the Master ordered. When she was finished, the Master ordered her to open her mouth and show him the cum. She complied, expecting what the next order was going to be. "Now kiss Anna and share it with her," he ordered. "And I want to see lots of tongue from both of you."

Reluctantly, the two women kissed, each of their tongues invading the others mouth and tasting the Master cum. The Master watched closely. "That should be enough; it's time to move on to Anna's punishment."

At the Master's orders, Anna positioned herself on the same apparatus where Carlotta had lost her anal virginity. He strapped her legs to the vertical wall, spreading them wide and secured her torso to the inclined front part. Just like he had with Carlotta, he left Anna's hands free. Next he raised the back portion pivoting the entire stand so that Anna's ass was pointed directly at the ceiling. Finally he positioned the chronograph and handed the crop to Carlotta. "Reach back and spread your ass," he ordered Anna. Anna complied, blushing almost as furiously as Carlotta had in the same position. He placed two marks, one on each side of her ass, about an inch out. "There's your target," he advised Carlotta.

Carlotta stepped up and regarded Anna's ass for a moment then raised the crop and brought it down directly on Anna's tender little asshole. Anna shrieked loudly, releasing her hips and frantically rubbing her throbbing asshole. "That was only 81 miles per hour. You're going to have to do better than that," the Master advised Carlotta. "Anna, get that ass spread again unless you want more punishment strokes." Still moaning, Anna reached back and reluctantly spread her tight little ass cheeks open again.

Carlotta nodded and brought the thin crop back up. Taking a deep breath, she brought it down with all her strength. The "crack" of the thin rod hitting flesh was cut off immediately by Anna's shrill scream, although this time she managed to not let go with her hands. "That one was 87 miles per hour; better, but still not good enough," the Master advised.

Angry, Carlotta raised the crop and again slashed it down on Anna's unprotected little ass. Anna's whimpering cut off immediately as she screamed again; after a moment the whimpering began again. "89 miles per hour; you're getting there," the Master encouraged.

Carlotta began to worry. She had thought that since she had five strokes to Anna's one, she would be able to win this. Now she was not so confident. She looked down at Anna's ass, preparing for the next stroke. Anna's asshole was already an angry red and looking swollen. Carlotta was sympathetic, but also didn't want to lose and get another five strokes herself. She raised the crop. "No, please, no more," Anna begged. The crop slashed down and Anna screamed again.

"That was still just 89 miles per hour. You've only got one more stroke. You'd better make it count," the Master advised. 

Anna was sobbing at this point. Carlotta reflected that when she had gotten her strokes like this, at least the Master had spread them out. Anna's were all coming directly on her poor little asshole. Nevertheless, Carlotta took a deep breath and gave the last stroke all she had. Anna's scream was the loudest yet, and momentarily Carlotta thought she might have won.

The Master shook his head sadly. "See, that's why you should exercise more. That one was better, but still just 90 miles per hour. That means you lose, Carlotta."

Anna had quit sobbing, and was now merely whimpering and gingerly rubbing her abused little asshole. The Master gave her a minute and the rotated the platform back and positioned her height properly for her ass fuck. "I've decided not to use lubricant, Anna. Instead, I think we'll have Carlotta get your ass nice and wet with her tongue. I'll also have her suck me hard and leave my cock wet. That should help, and I'll have her here to suck me again if it gets too dry in your ass. By the way, Carlotta, I suggest you do a good job. I've decided to have Anna do your last five strokes. If you don't get her asshole, including the insides, nice and wet and keep me lubricated, she might take it out on your own ass afterwards."

Carlotta almost cried. It was bad enough when she had to lubricate him repeatedly during her own ass fuck. Now she was going to have to repeatedly taste Anna's ass as well. Still, she recognized the implied threat, and decided she would have to do the best she could. On top of that, now she was going to get five more strokes from Anna, and Anna was probably going to want payback for the five strokes Carlotta had just given her. Carlotta sighed, realizing she was well and truly fucked, in more ways than one.

"Well, Carlotta, time for you to get to work. I'm sure Anna wants to get this all over with," the Master said, stepping back.

Reluctantly, Carlotta knelt behind Anna's wide-spread and still red ass. Tentatively, she stuck her tongue out and licked the outer crinkle. "More," the Master ordered. Carlotta began lapping Anna's asshole, swirling her tongue around the little star. Finally, taking a deep breath, she began inserting the tip of her tongue directly into Anna's little asshole. She had to push hard to make any progress. Realizing how tight she was, Carlotta knew that Anna was definitely not going to enjoy her coming ass fuck. Over the next several minutes, she tried to get as much saliva as she could, as deep in Anna's ass as possible, pushing her tongue deeper and deeper, despite the nasty taste, as Anna's ass became looser and more lubricated,. "I think that enough for now. Get me wet," the Master ordered; he was already rock hard.

Carlotta took the Master's cock in her mouth, again trying to coat it with as much saliva as possible. The Master drove deep into her throat a couple of times, then pulled out and moved over behind Anna's defenseless ass. "Kneel over here so you can suck me again when I need more lubrication." The Master pressed the fat, wet tip of his cock firmly against Anna's ass. Anna hissed in pain as he began applying more and more pressure against her still sore portal. Anna yelped as the fat head finally popped past her sphincter, and then groaned as the Master pushed further into her tight ass, straining the walls of her bowels until Anna was afraid they would split. She had been fucked in the ass a couple of times before, but never by anything even close to this thick. Every couple of inches, Anna had thought there couldn't possibly be any more, but still more of the rock-hard cock invaded her bottom. Eventually, long after Anna thought it should have happened, the Master finally bottomed out, his coarse pubic hair pressed firmly against her still-throbbing ass.

He began a slow in and out, gradually taking longer strokes until eventually he was popping his cock completely clear of her stretched-open little star, then plunging back in before it had a chance to begin closing, accompanied by groans from Anna with each thrust. After five minutes or so, he pulled completely out and sank his rampant cock deep in Carlotta's reluctant mouth for more lubrication. The second time he did this, he also forced Carlotta to thrust her tongue deep in Anna's now wide-open asshole. With little choice, Carlotta obeyed, but the taste of Anna's ass was even worst than her own. 

After ten minutes or so, the Master realized he was already close to cumming. Not wanting to cum too soon, he withdrew completely and released Anna from the apparatus. At first Anna was relieved, thinking that her ass fuck was over. To her consternation, he ordered Carlotta to lie on the mat and positioned Anna over her head, which was propped up by cushions.

The Master explained. "Carlotta, I want you to suck Anna's cunt and clit while I fuck her ass. If you can make her climax before I do, I will take away two of your strokes. Anna, if you do cum, I'll add another thousand to your car fund. Remember though, with my cock in your ass, I'll know if you fake it." The Master stroked his cock in and out of Carlotta's mouth a couple of times, and then lined it up with Anna's ass. Her ass had closed up during the repositioning, and she grunted as he began penetrating the still-tight portal. Anna dropped to her elbows, spread either side of Carlotta's outstretched body, as he began to thrust brutally. Anna's nipples rubbed on Carlotta's stomach with the force of each thrust.

The Master kept up his long, ass-stretching strokes in Anna's butt, every once in a while pulling out, shoving the nasty cock in Carlotta's mouth for more lubrication, then back in Anna's ass. Carlotta meanwhile was licking Anna's cunt and clit for all she was worth, trying desperately to earn her strokes back. To Anna's surprise and dismay, the combined assaults finally began to have their effect on her, and just before the Master was ready to climax, Anna screamed out her own climax, the spasms of her tight ass finally setting off the Master's own peak. After the first spurt, the Master pulled out and shot the rest of his cum all over Carlotta's upturned face.

"I've changed my mind," the Master told Anna, presenting his still-dripping cock to her face. "You clean me, then go lick off the rest of my cum from Carlotta's face. Anna sighed, but reluctantly did as she was told, tasting her own ass combined with his cum. "Very good," the Master complimented both women. "Anna now has $10,000 toward her car fund, but she still owes Carlotta three strokes; three good strokes," he emphasized. "So, how do you want her?" the Master asked Anna.

"I guess with her legs in the air," she replied, thoughtfully. The Master positioned Carlotta on the mat and strapped her torso down and her arms extended above her head. Next he attached cuffs with ropes to each ankle and hoisted her legs up until they were straight up and spread wide, leaving her poor cunt totally exposed.

Finally he set up the chronograph. "OK, you managed 93 miles per hour on your first stroke. If you fall below that, I'll have to give you a stroke for slacking off. However, if you can top 98 miles per hour, I'll add another $2500 to your car fund," he told Anna. Carlotta listened to all this with dismay. She had been hoping Anna would go easy on her this time. Clearly, that wasn't going to happen.

Anna took her position between Carlotta's outstretched legs, looking directly down on her spread and defenseless cunt. Anna smiled and raised the riding crop. Slash! The crop hit directly on the center of Carlotta's spread pussy, wrapping from the base of her cunt all the way to her clit, accompanied by a shrill scream from Carlotta. "94 miles per hour; not bad," the Master commented. Anna got a determined look on her face and raised the crop again. Carlotta moaned in terror. Slash! Again the cruel crop fell and again Carlotta shrieked. "Still only 95 miles per hour. You've only got one more try; better make it count," the master advised. Anna limbered up her shoulders, swishing the evil crop through the air a couple of times, and then turned back to Carlotta's sorely punished cunt. Slash! This time the strike was noticeably sharper and Carlotta's scream louder and more shrill. "97 miles per hour; not quite good enough. I guess that means we're through for the day, the Master stated. He reached over and released Carlotta's suspended legs, the unstrapped her hands and torso.

"So Ann, do you want to play again, get the rest of the money for your car?" the Master asked as he worked on releasing Carlotta. 

Anna thought for a minute. "Absolutely," she finally said, eyeing Carlotta's body, but rubbing her own ass. "But maybe in another week or so."

Carlotta was seething. Finally released, she stepped up to Anna and said "You bitch. You didn't have to hit me that hard, just to get another thousand dollars for your lousy car. I glad you didn't get the money."

The Master looked at the two women. "I'm sorry, Anna. I thought she was better disciplined than that. I suppose tomorrow, we'll have to use the stocks. Why don't you plan to come down tomorrow and help punish her for her little outburst?"

Carlotta looked stricken as the other two turned and left the rooms. She sighed and then hobbled off to her rooms as the door bolt was locked again. She needed to learn to keep her mouth shut.



Carlotta's Captivity Pt. 04



Author's Note: This is the final chapters in Carlotta's Captivity, but she may return on the other side of the whip in an upcoming series, "Anna's Apology". I have the first chapter of that done and will post it if I get enough interest. BTW, in response to one comment, I read years ago about brothels in Thailand that specialized in "double-fucks" along with the description. I believe it fell out of favor because of increased risk of uterine cancer. 

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Chapter 7

Carlotta was very worried the next morning when she entered the playroom. She knew that the Master was planning to put her in the stocks, and that they were reserved for only serious punishment. After all the abuse she had already suffered, she was very concerned what serious punishment might entail. Nevertheless, with no choice, she entered the playroom promptly at 10:00. Anna and the Master were already there, Anna nude and the Master dressed in his usual black leather pants.

"Traditionally, someone in stocks was forced to kneel down and place their hands and head in the stocks which were then locked down. We will get to that position eventually, but first, I think we need you to apologize to Anna. For that, we're going to use a different position."

Carlotta noticed then that the stocks were actually on two separate platforms, the stocks themselves on a narrow shelf and the space where the prisoner would kneel was on a separate platform. The Master used a switch to raise the platform up until it was level with the openings in the stocks.

"I want you on your back, with your head and hands in the stocks," the Master ordered. With no choice, Carlotta complied, noting that the holes for her hands were stretched far out to the sides. Once she was in position, the Master lowered the top of the stocks down, locking them together and securing her in place. Next he had Anna move over and straddle Carlotta's head, then adjusted the height of both platforms until Carlotta's immobile head was pressed deeply into Anna's cunt.

"I am going to fuck you and then use the birches on you while you eat Anna's cunt. We'll keep this up until you bring her to an orgasm. This will be your way of apologizing to her. Afterwards, we'll turn you over and put you back in the stocks, and then I plan to fuck your mouth and your ass. I even have a eight-inch strap--on in case Anna wants to fuck you too. Between fucks, we'll use a selection of my whip collection to keep you entertained. Hopefully, this will teach you to be better behaved in the future. By the way, if you get thirsty, let me know."

The Master moved between her legs and shoved his cock all the way into her unprepared cunt. Carlotta would have screamed, but her mouth was covered by Anna's cunt. "Start licking, bitch," Anna demanded, taking hold of her hair and pulling her even tighter into her cunt. Anna began rubbing her cunt on Carlotta's face as Carlotta reluctantly began licking. The Master began his usual brutal fuck. It was going to be a long day for Carlotta.

Anna was drawing the action out, moving away from Carlotta every time she got close to climaxing. The Master was speeding up his thrusts and Carlotta knew he was probably getting close to cumming. She desperately needed to get Anna to cum before the Master finished and began using the cruel birch switches on her helpless outstretched body. With one last thrust, the Master shoved his cock all the way in and ejaculated deep in Carlotta's womb. He stayed still for a moment, then withdrew.

"Anna, could you stop for a minute? I need Carlotta to clean my cock off." Anna complied, coming down once more from her climb to climax. She smirked. The Master was going to have plenty of time with his birches before Carlotta could bring her to climax now.

The Master spent a couple of minutes getting his cock cleaned, then thanked Anna and moved over to the wall of whips. Anna straddled Carlotta's face again and shoved Carlotta's mouth back into her cunt. "Start licking bitch." With no choice, Carlotta went back to licking and tonguing Anna's dripping cunt.

The Master came back with the birches. From her position, Carlotta wouldn't have been able to see him even if her face wasn't shoved into Anna's crotch. As it was she could just hear him approach and could hear the sound the birches made as he swished them through the air in preparation.

The first stroke fell on her unprotected tits, the cruel little birch buds covering her entire upper chest with dozens of stinging strikes. Carlotta screamed. "Oh, God, Master; hit her again. You can't believe what a scream feels like when she's eating my cunt," Anna exclaimed.

The Master complied, the next stroke falling on Carlotta's taut, stretched out belly, and the next on her upper pelvis, just above her trembling cunt, still leaking the Master's recent cum. Carlotta screamed long and hard into Anna's cunt with each new stroke. "Yes, Yes! More! Master, I am so close," Anna exclaimed again.

The Master moved the next stroke past her cunt to her tender upper thighs. "Almost there," Anna panted as Carlotta screamed again. The Master hesitated, wanting to build the tension, then brought the cruel switches down directly on Carlotta's exposed cunt and clit. Her scream was long and shrill, but was drowned out by Anna's un-muffled scream as she climaxed, flooding Carlotta's face with her cum. Anna collapsed back on the floor, while Carlotta just sobbed quietly, unable to even wipe Anna's dripping juices off of her face.

The Master went over to the bar and fixed drinks for Anna and himself, then brought Anna's over to her while sipping his. Carlotta was thirsty as well, but he made no effort to provide a drink for her. After watching Anna and the Master sip their drinks for a few minutes, she finally said, "Master, I'm thirsty. Could I have something to drink as well?"

"Certainly, Carlotta; Anna, do you think you can help her?" the Master replied.

Anna thought about it for a minute and then said "Yeah, I think I can, at least some." Anna moved over and straddled Carlotta's face again. "Open your mouth bitch," she ordered. Carlotta hesitated until the Master picked the birches back up, and then opened her mouth. Anna immediately let loose a stream of hot piss, filling her mouth and overflowing all over her face. "Swallow, bitch, and then get that mouth open again. I'm not through yet," she ordered. Carlotta complied, crying bitterly, her tears mixing with the piss on her face.

Eventually Anna was through, and the Master freed Carlotta from the stocks. He forced her to her hands and knees in front of the pool of piss on the floor. "Start licking. I'll birch your ass until it's all cleaned up to speed up the process."

The Master proceeded to land stroke after stroke on her bare butt, which with her head down was sticking up conveniently, while Carlotta frantically licked up Anna's piss. After probably half a dozen strokes, the floor was finally clear. "Good job," the Master complimented her. "It's time to put you back in the stocks." The Master moved her around and, after lowering the platform, placed her on her knees in the traditional position with her head and hands back in the stocks. Satisfied with her position, he brought the top of the stocks down and locked her into position. He regarded her thoughtfully. "What do you think, Anna?" he asked.

"We need to raise the platform more to put her head lower and her ass higher; I like the 'head down, ass up' position when I'm fucking someone's ass." The Master adjusted the platform height until Carlotta's head was lower than her knees; bringing her red-stripped ass high into the air. "Much better," commented Carlotta. "Why don't you start, since I've just cum," she suggested to the Master. "That way, after you cum in her ass, I won't have to use any lube on the strap-on."

"Works for me," the Master said, kneeling behind Carlotta and placing the again-erect head of his cock at her swollen cunt. The Master made several strokes into her cunt to coat his cock with a combination of Carlotta's juices and his cum. Satisfied with the lubrication, he placed the head of his dick at her cringing little star. Carlotta groaned as he began sinking his fat cock deep into her straining ass. She was familiar with the stretching now, but she wouldn't exactly say she was used to it; she would probably never get used to a fat ten-inch cock invading her tiny asshole. The Master eventually bottomed out and began fucking Carlotta's ass, alternating long deep strokes with a series of quick shallow strokes popping the head of his cock in and out of her asshole. This went on for maybe fifteen minutes before he groaned, shoved his cock all the way in and held it there while he filled her ass with cum. After a couple of minutes, he pulled out with a wet sucking sound. Carlotta was not surprised when he moved around to her head and knelt down, sticking his still-dripping cock in her mouth for cleaning.

"Tell you what Anna; are you open for another contest and a chance to win another $5,000?" the Master asked, standing up again after his cock was clean.

"Maybe," Anna answered. "What did you have in mind?" 

"It's simple really. You use the eight-inch strap-on to fuck Carlotta's ass. We'll also put the butterfly on her clit. If you can make her climax within twenty minutes, you win. If she can hold out, the two of you swap positions and we both fuck your ass. If the meantime, as soon as I get hard again, I plan to fuck her mouth while you fuck her ass."

Anna considered for a couple of minutes, then finally said "Make it twenty-five minutes and you've got a deal. I don't think the little slut can hold out that long without cumming."

"Done," the Master said.

The Master arranged the butterfly over Carlotta's clit and cunt while Anna put on the strap-on dildo. Normally the hard eight-inch cock might have frightened Carlotta, but at this point her comparison was with the Master's much larger cock, so she wasn't too worried, especially since her anal channel was now well-lubricated with the Master's cum. She was even clenching her asshole to make sure none of it dribbled out. She was, however, determined not to cum. She couldn't wait for a chance to fuck the Anna-bitch's ass after she had pissed in Carlotta's mouth.

When everything was ready, Anna positioned the hard tip of the cock at Carlotta's asshole and the Master prepared to turn on the butterfly vibrator. "Remember Anna, you have to keep fucking her ass. If you quit and just let the butterfly bring her to climax, you lose. Ready?" At Anna's nod, he turned on the vibrator and started his timer as Anna began shoving the dildo into Carlotta's butt.

The dildo was harder than the Master's cock, but not as large, so the penetration itself was not terribly painful. However, Carlotta's poor little ass was already sore from the Master's fucking, so even though the dildo was smaller, it still became painful as Anna shoved it in and out at a steady pace. Carlotta was also aware of the butterfly vibrator buzzing away on her clit and cunt, but, determined not to come, focused instead on the pain of the dildo rooting in and out of her ass. It seemed to work. 

After ten minutes or so of watching, the Master was hard again and moved around to Carlotta's head. She opened her mouth obediently and he shoved his hard meat into her mouth and down her throat in one smooth motion. Carlotta gagged a bit, but was actually glad, since that gave her one more thing to focus on rather than the vibrator. This kept up for another ten minutes. By that point Anna was starting to get worried and really picked up the pace of her ass-fucking. The combination of the dildo and the vibrator were actually starting to get to Carlotta, so even though she could only move her head a little, she started forcing more of the Master's cock down her throat, gagging herself as much as she could. That served to distract her until the twenty-four minute mark. The Master finally climaxed, filling her mouth and throat with cum. It was enough to distract her for a few more seconds, but then the Master withdrew, leaving her nothing but the ass-fucking and wicked little vibrator to focus on.

Carlotta could feel herself climbing toward orgasm. Anna, seriously worried now, picked up the pace as much as she could, but she was tiring now. Still, the added stimulation, even in her ass, started Carlotta back on the climb to orgasm. Desperately, Carlotta dug her fingernails into her palms, almost hard enough to draw blood. This provided just enough distraction that time finally expired.

"Time," the Master called out. Anna stopped her frantic fucking and withdrew, defeated, but the little vibrator was still going on Carlotta's clit and Carlotta finally surrendered and let herself climax with a scream.

"Sorry, Anna but it looks like you lose this time. It was so close; I don't think Carlotta could have held out for even another minute," the Master said, beginning to release Carlotta from the stocks. Anna collapsed in a chair, breathing hard and covered with sweat. "Let's all take a few minutes to rest and then I'm afraid that Anna needs to go into the stocks."

Anna removed the strap-on while the Master actually fixed them all drinks. They all sipped them, Carlotta eyeing the nervous Anna with predatory hate. After maybe ten more minutes, the Master said, "I guess it's time to get started. Anna, your stocks await."

Reluctantly, Anna let herself be secured in the stocks in the same head down, ass up position she had ordered for Carlotta. Her nervousness increased as the top of the stocks came down, locking her helplessly in position. 

"I suppose I should again go first, so that my cum will lubricate Anna's ass for Carlotta's fucking," the Master said, kneeling behind Anna's exposed little butt. "Carlotta, you'll have the same twenty-five minutes she had once it's your turn. Now, come get me wet for Anna's ass."

No doubt the Master expected Carlotta just to lick and suck him, which she did, but when he pulled out ready to insert his cock in Anna's little asshole, she said, "Wait Master, please?' Carlotta moved around in front of Anna, and turned around so that her ass was facing Anna's face. With Anna watching, she squatted down with her hand under her ass and expelled the remainder of the Master's cum, mixed with her own anal secretions into her hand. She held the hand directly under Anna's nose, so she could smell the foul mixture. "Here Master, let's use this on your cock for more lubrication. We wouldn't want her to get dry in there."

The Master smiled; Carlotta really was turning into quite the little slut. "Of course, Carlotta. How thoughtful of you," he said. Carlotta smeared the mixture on the Master's cock and he began sliding it home in Anna's tight little ass. Anna screamed as the Master's cock started stretching her poor ass for the second time in two days and popped past her tight little sphincter. Despite her recent experience, she couldn't believe that her ass wasn't tearing apart from the thick log beginning to fill it. She groaned again as the Master began pushing deeper and deeper. Eventually, the Master bottomed out and began a slow fuck. "Carlotta, you might as well sit down and relax. Since I've already cum three times today, this is probably going to take a while, maybe even an hour," he said to Anna's horror. She hadn't thought about that when she'd agreed to the contest; she'd just wanted to humiliate Carlotta by making her cum while getting her ass fucked by a woman.

To Anna, it seemed like the ass fuck went on forever. Several times she asked for more lubrication, the first time thinking that he would have just Carlotta suck him again. When he moved around to her own head, she knew that hope was in vain. Nevertheless, she sucked him deep, trying to get him as wet as possible. She was sure her little ass was never going to be able to close again after the reaming she was getting from the Master's giant cock. Finally though, the Master started breathing hard and picked up the pace, slamming in and out of Anna's ass in a cheek-pounding blur. With a groan he climaxed, holding himself deep in her ass until his cock finally began to soften. He pulled out with a plop, but almost no cum dripped out, since this was his fourth cum in one day. He moved around to Anna's face again and had her thoroughly lick his cock clean. "Your turn now," he said to Carlotta.

Carlotta had already put on the strap-on and moved to Anna's face as the Master moved back. "Want to lubricate this too?" she asked, indicating the soiled dildo still covered with the dried combined secretions of her and the Master from when Anna had fucked Carlotta's ass. "The Master probably didn't cum too much this time, and this is awfully dry. Also, since I've only got twenty-five minutes, I don't plan on wasting any of them letting you re-lube this bad boy."

Anna thought about it, horrified by either option. Finally, to Carlotta's delight, she opened her mouth. Carlotta forced the entire eight-inch dildo into Anna's mouth and down her throat. She fucked Anna's face forcefully several times, gagging her, and then finally pulled out, leaving Anna only the horrible taste in her mouth. Carlotta moved around to Anna's ass. Her little asshole was still a bit open from the Master's long fuck, but no cum was dripping out. Carlotta shoved the eight-inch strap-on home in one brutal thrust, as the Master started the timer. Anna screamed.

Carlotta had been right, there wasn't much lubrication in Anna's ass, and her ass was already throbbing from the Master's long fuck. After about ten minutes, she began begging Carlotta to let her re-lube the dildo. Carlotta picked up the pace and increased the force of her thrusts. "I'll sell you two re-lube chances for five strokes from the birch," she offered. Anna thought about it and then screamed as Carlotta made an especially hard dry thrust.

"OK, OK, I'll do it," Anna agreed. Carlotta pulled out and moved to Anna's face, again thrusting roughly into her mouth and down her throat. She gave Anna several full-length thrusts and then took her newly-wet dildo back to Anna's ass. Carlotta continued Anna's brutal fuck for the remaining ten minutes, thoroughly enjoying herself, first just from fucking Anna's ass and second contemplating how it was going to feel getting to use the birches on the little bitch. Carlotta still remembered Anna's last five strokes from yesterday.

Finally the twenty five minutes were over and the Master called out "time." 

Carlotta pulled the dildo out of Anna's stretched-out ass, which had been almost continuously fucked for almost an hour and a half by this time. Carlotta wondered briefly if it would ever close up again. "It might." she decided, "but I'll bet it's going to be a lot looser than before." Carlotta moved around to Anna's face, "Lick it clean," she ordered, presenting the dildo to Anna's mouth. When she was satisfied the dildo was clean, Carlotta unbuckled the strap-on and moved over to pick up the birches. "Can we flip her over for her birching?" Carlotta asked the Master.

"Certainly,' he replied. The Master released Anna from the stocks, had her lie down again face up, and re-secured the stocks. Anna was sweating. She had no idea what the birching was going to be like, but she remembered Carlotta screaming when it was her turn.

Carlotta moved up beside Anna, taking several practice swings to get a feel for the birches. Anna shuddered at the hissing sounds the birches made in the air. Carlotta landed the first stroke on Anna's pelvis, hitting from her cunt and clit to her taut, stretched out lower stomach. Anna screamed at the horrible sting, and whimpered as Carlotta got ready for her next stroke. The second stroke was lower, reaching from her clit to her smooth upper thighs. Anna screamed again, sobbing as Carlotta swished the birches through the air, preparing for her next stroke. "Would you like me to stop?" she asked Anna.




Carlotta's Captivity Pt. 04



"Yes, God, yes. Please Carlotta."

"Well I suppose I could stop. However, the thing is, all that time I spent fucking your ass got me horny. If you would agree to make me cum, I guess I could forego the last three strokes. You're already in position. Of course, I might need to piss first." Carlotta swished the birches through the air, letting Anna listen to the evil hissing sound while she considered Carlotta's offer.

Anna didn't have to think about it very long at all. "OK, OK, I'll do it."

Carlotta put down the birches and moved over to straddle, Anna's face. "Master, could you please raise her up a bit?" she requested. The Master nodded, raising Anna up until her face was pressed tightly into Carlotta's crotch. He was really enjoying the interplay of the bad blood between the two women. He might even get hard again.

Carlotta hadn't had much to drink that morning, other than Anna's piss, so her bladder was nowhere near full. Still, she managed to piss a couple of mouthfuls into Anna's mouth and on her face. Finished, she pulled Anna's mouth into her still-piss-dripping cunt and told her, "Get to work bitch. The sooner you bring me off, the sooner you can clean up the puddle on the floor."

Anna was more than ready for this whole scene to be over. Anna was an experienced bisexual and began using all her skills to make Carlotta cum as quickly as possible, while trying not to think about licking up the pool of piss on the floor afterwards. Carlotta, for her part, was trying not to cum and even occasionally managing to squirt a little more piss into Anna's sucking mouth. Anna choked on the hot piss each time she did this, the bitter salty liquid even going up her nose. Finally though, Anna's skills won out and Carlotta screamed out her orgasm, pulling Anna's face hard into her convulsing cunt.

Satisfied, Carlotta stepped away and the Master released Anna from the stocks, looking significantly at the pool of Carlotta's piss. Anna sighed and got down on her hands and knees and licked it up while Carlotta and the Master watched. "Carlotta is going to be very sorry for this next time I get a chance to punish her," she thought.

Finished she got up and they all left the playroom, Anna and the Master continuing up the stairs while Carlotta went into her bathroom. She wanted a hot soak. At least she had tomorrow off.

Chapter 8

Two days later, Carlotta was back in the playroom. To her dismay, Anna was also there with the Master.

"Today is piercing day, Carlotta. I had planned it for our last cycle, but then we had the whole enema, exercise debacle, followed by teaching you to climax. So we are just now getting around to it. By the way, Anna just asked to watch, although of course, we may find a way to let her participate, especially if I have to punish you. Our agreement is that she'll give me a blowjob or let me fuck her if she gets to watch. She'll surrender her ass if she gets to punish you, but the choice is hers. Take your place on the table here."

Carlotta was nervous, especially with Anna there, but took the indicated place on the same "exam table" table she had been fucked on last week, and placed her feet in the stirrups. The Master secured her feet and then opened the stirrups up wide, so that her legs were almost in a split. Carlotta groaned as the position strained her thigh muscles. Her cunt and ass were at the edge of the table, and her head was on a headrest at the other end. The Master secured two straps, one just over her pelvis and one just below her tits to hold her securely in place. Satisfied, He raised the headrest so that Carlotta could look down on her strapped-down body. The Master went over to the cabinet and came back with a clamp arrangement, a box of gold rings and a small torch.

"Now then Carlotta, I designed this piercing system myself. One merely clamps the area to be pierced with the jaws of the clamp, the clamps teeth hold them in place and then this screw arrangement on the side lets you slowly pierce the clamped area through the open circles in the sides of the clamp. As long as we get the area properly centered in the clamps, we are guaranteed that the piercing will be properly centered. After all, no one wants piercings that aren't in the proper location; it would look tacky."

Carlotta was beginning to get scared now. The teeth on the jaws of the clamp looked painful, plus the whole idea of slowly being pierced sounded bad, really bad.

"Now if you recall, our contract called for no more than ten piercings, all in areas normally covered. Today we'll do both nipples, two in each outer cunt lip, one in each inner cunt lip and one in your clit. That leaves us one more, although I'm not sure we'll do any additional ones, though we could do a second one in your clit if you want. The rings we'll use are solid twenty-one carat gold, and we'll use the torch to braise them closed. Unfortunately, gold is an excellent heat conductor, so you're going to have to be brave."

"We'll start with your nipples. Your goal today is not to scream. If you scream, I'll stop and not continue until you stop. For every time you scream, you'll earn one stroke for disobedience. I may let Anna do the whipping; she seems to hold something of a grudge against you for some reason. I'll also fuck your openings between piercings to give you time to recover. I'll pierce your nipples, fuck your cunt, pierce your outer cunt lips, fuck your ass, pierce your inner cunt lips, fuck your mouth and then finish up piercing your clit."

"Anna, would you like to suck her nipple and get it hard for the clamp?" the Master asked.

Anna smiled. She was looking forward to the little bitch's pain, and the Master had promised she could deliver the whipping if she was willing to let him fuck her ass again. She was pretty sure there would be a lot of whipping, so she was thinking seriously about letting him. She expected Carlotta to be screaming her head off most of the morning. She moved over, bent down and began sucking roughly on Carlotta's left nipple, enjoying the look of frightened hate Carlotta shot her. She sucked strongly and scrapped her teeth over the nipple as it gradually hardened. Carlotta blushed; she knew her nipples were longer than most. Fully erect, they stuck out maybe three-quarters of an inch.

"I think she's ready," Anna said.

Carlotta held her breath as the Master opened the jaws of the clap, positioned it, and then let the jaws snap closed. Carlotta shrieked; not only did the jaws bite painfully into the base of her tender nipple, but the clamp crushed the rest of her nipple almost flat. She whimpered as the pain seemed to spread throughout her tit.

The Master shook his head sadly. "That's one," he informed Carlotta. Making sure he was happy with its position, the Master began slowly screwing in the piercing needle. Carlotta screamed again as the cruel needle began to pierce her tender crushed nipple. The Master stopped. "That's two. Really Carlotta, do you enjoy being whipped?" the Master asked. Anna smirked; she was really enjoying this.

The Master resumed screwing in the piercing needle, and Carlotta bit her lower lip, determined not to scream again. Finally the needle was through and the Master reversed it and then removed the clamp. Carlotta screamed as the blood flowed back into the tortured nipple, and watched as a couple of drops of blood formed on each side of her newly-pierced nipple. "That's three," the Master said. He took out a ring and fed it into Carlotta's new piercing, moving it around until the ring's closure was at the front. He then lit the little torch and carefully braised the opening closed, shielding the bulk of Carlotta's breast with a gloved hand. Nevertheless, Carlotta screamed again as the gold ring conducted the torch's heat directly into her pierced nipple, searing it. "That's four," the Master commented, stepping back.

"I like this game, Master. At this rate, she going to earn dozens of strokes," Anna said happily.

"You're probably right. Do you want to get her other nipple ready?" the Master asked.

Anna moved around to Carlotta's other side, and began sucking on the next nipple. As usual, she used her teeth to roughly scrape it as well, making the nipple raw and sore, even as it became erect. When Anna was satisfied, she moved back and the Master moved in with the cruel clamp again. Carlotta managed not to scream as the cruel teeth bit into the base of her nipple and the jaws crushed the tender little bud flat. She whimpered but managed not to scream as the needle once again had its way with her abused nipple. However, the searing pain of the braising again caused her to shriek once more. "That's five," the Master reminded her.

Finished with her nipples, the Master exposed his rock hard cock and moved between Carlotta's spread legs. Piercing women's tits always got him hard. Positioning his cock at her cunt lips, he began shoving forward as Carlotta groaned with the penetration and began breathing harder.

"Looks like she really sensitive down there. I'll bet the cunt lips and especially the clit are going to hurt even worse," Anna commented nastily as she watched the Master began to fuck Carlotta with long slow strokes.

Carlotta was just relieved that he was just slamming into her cervix and not actually penetrating it again with one of his brutal "double fucks." The fucking went on for only about ten minutes before the Master came in her cunt. When he pulled out, as usual, he moved around to Carlotta's face so that she could lick his cock clean. Carlotta did a thorough job, wanting to postpone the inevitable as long as possible. Eventually the Master stepped back. "I think it's clean Carlotta, although it is nice to see you taking so much pride in your work."

He moved back between Carlotta's legs again, this time carrying his piercing tools. Carlotta took a deep breath as he pulled one of her outer lips, still swollen from the fucking, up and clamped the top of it with the piercing clamp. The pain was bad, but not as bad as she had feared and she managed to keep silent except for a quiet whimper. The piercing was again painful, especially since the Master took his time, but again Carlotta kept silent, even if she couldn't stop the tears than ran down her cheek. When he lit the torch, Carlotta took a deep breath and held it, determined not to scream. She did anyway, as the searing pain penetrated her tender cunt lip. "That's six," the Master informed her.

At this point Carlotta began to accept that the braising was always going to make her scream, she just couldn't control it. That meant that she was going to get a minimum of twelve strokes, and maybe more. She could only imagine what the cruel clamp and needle were going to feel like on her thinner, more delicate inner lips, let alone her poor clit. She began to cry softly. In the meantime, the Master was using the new ring in her cunt lip to pull it up with one hand, and then secure the clamp on the lower part of her lip with the other. Lost in her misery, Carlotta wasn't paying attention and screamed as the cruel sharp teeth bit into her tender cunt lip. "That's seven," the Master said as Anna snickered again. She kept silent through the next piercing, but screamed again when he finished braising by the gold ring closed. "Eight," the Master advised her.

"Master, with as many strokes as I think she's going to earn, it will be worth surrendering my ass to be allowed to deliver her punishment myself," Anna said.

"Very well my dear; I'm looking forward both to watching you whip her, as well as fucking your ass, of course. I'm sure you'll be creative in her punishment."

Carlotta listened to this in horror. She knew very well how much Anna hated her for the way she had punished Anna two days ago. Carlotta knew she was in for a miserable and painful afternoon, on top of all the agony the piercings were causing her. In the meantime, the Master was beginning to work on her other cunt lip. Carlotta grunted as the clamp bit into her lip, but didn't scream, even as the Master began screwing in the terrible needle. She bit her lip as he brought up the torch, determined not to scream, but a scream escaped nonetheless. "That's nine," the Master commented. Anna smiled.

The last piercing went about the same. For a moment, Carlotta thought she was going to be able to control her scream as the heated ring seared her tender cunt lip, but finally couldn't stand the pain and shrieked once more. "That's ten," the Master said sadly.

The Master moved around to Carlotta's head and released the headrest so that Carlotta's head hung down backwards, giving him a straight shot down her throat. The throat fuck took a good twenty minutes, most of it with his cock buried in her throat and her nose buried in the Master's pubic hair, or at least it seemed that way to Carlotta. When the Master was ready to cum, he withdrew until only the very head was in Carlotta's mouth and then filled her mouth with shot after shot of thick salty cum. Carlotta tried to swallow it all, but with her head hanging the way it was, it was too much and some of the fluid escaped her mouth.

"That's going too cost you another three strokes, Carlotta. I told you that you must always swallow it all. So far, you're up to thirteen." Carlotta started to protest that her position made it almost impossible to swallow, but she realized her protest would just most likely earn her more strokes. She cried softly, tears dripping down her cheeks, wishing she had never gotten herself into the awful situation. After a few minutes, the Master raised her headrest back up, moved back around and stood looking at her helpless cunt.

The Master started to move back between Carlotta's spread legs, but stopped. During the brutal throat fuck, Carlotta's cunt lips had closed back up, still throbbing from the pain of her pierced nether lips. "Anna, it much easier to do the inner cunt piercings if the lips are swollen, separated and open. Do you think you can help?" 

"Certainly, Master," Anna said moving between Carlotta's legs Anna reached down and began playing with Carlotta's cunt lips, pulling them apart and forcing her fingers between Carlotta's inner lips. After a couple of embarrassing minutes, she began to suck Carlotta's fat outer lips, nibbling on them and scraping them with her teeth. Despite Carlotta's embarrassment, the stimulation had the desired effect and she began to react, the outer lips swelling and spreading apart. Next Anna focused on her delicate inner lips, treating them to the same combination of licks and teeth scraping. Nevertheless, they also became engorged, and Ana stepped back. "I think she's ready for you now, Master."

The Master moved back between Carlotta's legs with his piercing tools. Reaching down, he stretched one of her inner lips up and the horrible clamp came down. Carlotta screamed shrilly, even though she had told herself she wouldn't and then continued to whimper. The Master began screwing in the needle. Carlotta did remain silent through this process, much to Anna's disappointment. The Master inserted the ring and braised it closed, eliciting Carlotta's normal shriek. "That brings you up to fifteen, Carlotta," the Master said. Carlotta nodded miserably, but Anna smiled.

The next lip went better, Carlotta only screaming during the braising. Still, that brought her up to sixteen, with her clit still to go.

The Master unfastened Carlotta's feet from the stirrups and attached cuffs and chains to her ankles, then raised her legs into the air, raising her lower body up off of the table to expose her asshole. Carlotta resigned herself; she knew the ass fuck was going to take a long time, since the Master had already cum twice. The only pleasure she could take was realizing that Anna's was going to take even longer, something she doubted Anna had really focused on yet. For his part, the Master was relishing the hot tightness of Carlotta's ass. He made a mental note that he would have to spread her ass fucks out over the year so that her ass didn't become too loose. "That's OK," he thought to himself. "If I can keep the bad blood going between Anna and Carlotta, I can probably have Anna's ass quite a few times in exchange for letting her punish Carlotta." Eventually the fuck ended, the Master shooting his cum deep in Carlotta's griping asshole. As usual, he pulled out and moved around to her mouth for cleaning.

When he was finished, he lowered her legs, put her feet back in the stirrups and secured them. "Anna, see if you can get her clit erect; that will make the piercing easier." 

Anna moved between Carlotta's legs and began sucking on her little clit, swirling her tongue around it and lightly scraping it with her teeth. Gradually, despite Carlotta's determination, the tender little bud began to fill out and peek out of its sheath. "She's ready for you, Master," Anna said in satisfaction. She was really looking forward to watching this last piercing.

The Master moved back between Carlotta's legs, carrying the horrible clamp and the little torch. Carlotta began to breath heavily, terrified of what this would feel like. She knew her little clit was a lot more sensitive than her cunt lips. Prepared, to Anna's disappointment, Carlotta only grunted and sucked in a breath as the clamp was secured on her clit. However, she couldn't keep from screaming when the piercing needle was slowly screwed in, piercing her sensitive clit. Naturally, she also screamed again when the Master finally braised the last ring closed.

The Master stepped back and regarded Carlotta's piercings with satisfaction. "So, Carlotta, your total is eighteen strokes. I guess Anna should deliver them in three sets of 'six of the best' as the British used to say. Anna, how do you want her?"

"Leave her like this for now. I think I will start with six strokes from the birches on her tits." To Carlotta's horror, Anna moved a couple of chains over and clipped then to Carlotta's nipple rings, then raised the chains until Carlotta's tits and nipples were both straining painfully toward the ceiling. Carlotta could almost feel her poor nipples stretching. Satisfied with Carlotta's position, Anna stepped back and picked up the birches. Anna landed stroke after stroke on Carlotta's exposed and stretched up tits. By the last stroke, Carlotta had screamed herself out and was just sobbing. "That was fun," Anna said. "What shall we do next? Master, may I have a drink while I think about it?"

"Certainly my dear," the Master replied. The two of them moved over to the bar, leaving Carlotta's tits still attached to the chains.

"I think I want to suspend her by her ankles," Anna decided after she and the Master had finished their drink. Carlotta groaned when they released the tension on her tits and then released her from the table. "Lie down on the mat, Carlotta," Anna ordered. Reluctantly Carlotta did as she was ordered. Anna attached chains to each ankle cuff then raised Carlotta completely off the mat. As soon as Carlotta was clear of the mat, Anna moved the ankle chains apart to spread Carlotta's legs out to their maximum. Carlotta groaned as her thigh muscles stretched, knowing that much worse was coming. Anna went over to the cabinet and returned with an elastic bungee cord. She clipped one end into the new ring in Carlotta's inner cunt lip. Smiling at Carlotta, she ran the cord around Carlotta's ass stretching out the elastic cord and clipped the other end into the other inner cunt lip ring. Carlotta screamed; it felt like her cunt lips were going to be torn off. "I think we'll use the cat on her pussy," Anna decided, ignoring Carlotta's pitiful scream, going over to the wall and selecting a "cat of nine tails" whip.

Anna moved back between Carlotta's spread legs, swishing the whip through the air to get a feel for it. Carlotta sucked in her breath at the sound. The whip had nine slender leather thongs, each with a knot in the end. Anna cruelly showed Carlotta the whip. "I'll bet this is really going to sting, bitch, especially on your tender inner cunt."




Carlotta's Captivity Pt. 04



Anna raised the whip and brought it down on Carlotta's spread and defenseless cunt. The sting almost literally took Carlotta's breath away; for a stunned moment, she couldn't even scream. Then she sucked in her breath and shrieked even louder than she had when her clit was pierced. The thongs had struck her entire cunt, inner lips, outer lips, and clit as well as the tender area just above her cunt. Not only that, but the force of the blow pulled terribly on her already stretched out inner lips, feeling like it was going to tear them off. Anna laughed delightedly and raised the whip again. "Please no, please Anna," Carlotta begged. The whip came down again and again as Anna ignored Carlotta's pleading. Each time Carlotta shrieked; each blow was worse than the last as her cunt got sorer with each cruel stroke. By the last stroke, Carlotta lost control of her bladder, spraying Anna and the floor with hot piss.

"I want another three strokes to make up for that," Anna demanded, dripping piss. The Master nodded and Anna again raised the whip. After another three blows, Carlotta could barely even scream. She could only sob as Anna finally let her down. "Clean up the floor, Carlotta," Anna ordered. "As soon as you're done, we'll get to the last six strokes."

Carlotta turned over on her stomach and began licking the piss off the floor. Her crotch was so sore that she wasn't sure she could even get up on her hands and knees. Eventually, although she took as long as she could, the piss was cleaned up. At Anna's orders, Carlotta moved over to the incline apparatus and got in position. Anna strapped her down, leaving her hands free and the used the control to raise and rotate the apparatus until Carlotta's cute little asshole was pointed straight at the ceiling.

"I think I'll use the riding crop on your ass," Anna told Carlotta. "You seemed so very fond of it last time." Anna moved over to the wall and selected the thin, flexible riding crop, swishing it through the air as she returned. "Reach back and get that ass spread," she ordered. "I want to punish your asshole, not your round little cheeks. If you let go, the stroke won't count."

With no choice, Carlotta reached back and spread her ass, too terrified and miserable to even bluish anymore. Anna took her time, waiting at least a minute between each stroke. Carlotta screamed each time but never let go of her ass cheeks, afraid she might earn extra strokes if she did. The constant strain on her little pucker from the stretching and sharp blows was almost as bad as the strokes themselves. Finally though, with one last stroke delivered with all Anna's might, it was over.

The Master released Carlotta from the apparatus and she gingerly got up. She didn't know what to do though. Her ass hurt too much to sit, her tits and ass were both too sore to lie down on either her back or stomach and her crotch hurt if she just stood. Finally she just lay on one of the pads on her side, watching as the Master prepared to fuck Anna's ass. She hoped it was going to hurt like hell; she figured the Master could probably keep it up for an hour or more since he had already cum three times.

The Master attached cuffs to Anna's wrists and ankles, then had her bend over a padded bar rather like a high-tech sawhorse, supported by four legs. He cuffed her wrists and ankles to eyebolts on the legs, spreading Anna's legs out and securing her in position. Carlotta hoped the position itself would become at least uncomfortable over time. To Carlotta's disappointment, the Master went over to the cabinet and lubricated his hard cock. She'd hoped he wasn't going to use any lube. The Master returned and positioned his cock against Anna's asshole. "Ready?" he asked.

At Anna's nervous nod, he began to push hard, not being at all gentle, forcing his entire ten inches through Anna's tight asshole and into her snug anal canal in one long stroke. Anna screamed at the brutal intrusion, then grunted as the Master began fucking her with long rapid strokes. Anna's grunts got louder as the Master continued. Eventually the grunts became sharper and turned into cries of pain as the Master relentlessly pounded her still almost virgin ass. Carlotta was not at all sympathetic after the beating Anna had just given her. Eventually, after about forty-five minutes had passed, Anna began begging the Master to cum and get the fucking over with. The Master's reply terrified Anna. "Sorry babe, but I'm not even close. This is probably going to take another twenty or thirty minutes."

Anna began crying, eventually begging the Master to stop. "Would you rather I finish in your mouth?" the Master asked.

"Oh, yes, Master, please," she sobbed.

"Well, I suppose I could, in exchange for maybe six strokes," he said, thoughtfully. He picked up the pace and force of his fucking while Anna thought about his offer.

It didn't take long. "Alright, alright, I'll do it," she said, tearfully.

The Master took a last couple of strokes and then pulled out. There was a sucking sound but no "plop"; Anna's asshole was too stretched out and her formerly tight little pucker remained gaping as the Master moved away and began releasing her from the sawhorse. The Master moved her over to the mat beside Carlotta and had her get on her knees. "Lick it clean first, and then start sucking," he ordered. 

Reluctant as usual, Anna stuck out her long tongue and began licking the Master's cock clean, trying to ignore the taste. When he was satisfied, he shoved his cock into her mouth and down her throat in one push. Anna tried not to gag, but her throat did spasm from the unexpected intrusion into it unprepared depths. The Master began a long slow throat fuck, occasionally pulling most of his cock out so that Anna could swirl her talented tongue around the shaft and tease the pee-hole with the tip of her tongue. As the Master finally got close, he picked up the pace, finally pulling most of the way out and filling her mouth with cum. Anna was surprised at how much cum there was, but she supposed it was because it had taken the Master so long to finally climax. Mouth full of cum, Anna was not prepared when the Master shoved his cock all the way down her throat again. She choked, spewing cum all over the Master.

"Lick every drop of this stuff off of me," the angry Master ordered. Noticing that Carlotta, lying beside them, had gotten splashed as well, he ordered her to lick his cum off of Carlotta as well. Worried, Anna did as she was ordered; she was afraid that she was going to have to pay for this last mistake.

When she was through, the Master said "Anna, I'm a bit tired, but also feeling charitable. I think three more strokes should make up for your clumsiness. Do you agree?"

This was less than Anna had expected, so she quickly said "Yes, Master. Thank you."

"Very well, but, as I said, I'm a bit tired, so I think I will have Carlotta perform the punishment."

Anna listened with a sinking heart, but Carlotta could hardly believe her luck. She stood up, her pain momentarily forgotten.

"So Carlotta, how do you want her?" the Master asked.

"I think suspended by her legs. She seemed to enjoy that position when I was in it earlier. Lie back on the mat, Anna while I get these cuffs off my ankles and on to yours. Eventually Anna was cuffed and the chains were attached to her ankles. Carlotta made one improvement. She moved the chains as far apart as she could, before she began raising Anna off the floor. Since the chains were attached at an angle, the higher Carlotta raised her, the wider poor Anna's legs and cunt were spread. She began groaning when her body was only halfway off the mat. By the time she was completely suspended it was all she could do not to scream. She felt like a turkey wishbone after thanksgiving dinner.

Satisfied with Anna's position, Carlotta went over to the cabinet and came back with the elastic cord Anna had used to spread Carlotta's cunt lips. It had alligator clips on each end which Anna had clipped to Carlotta's new cunt rings. Since Anna had no rings, Carlotta would have to use the clamps themselves. She showed it to the apprehensive Anna and then played with Anna's cunt for a few minutes, getting the lips to separate and become engorged. Satisfied, she clipped one end to Anna's right inner lip, ran the cord around her butt and clipped the other end to her left lip. Anna screamed as the cruel teeth bit into her most tender flesh. Carlotta admired the newly-exposed inner core of Anna's cunt, moving her finger in and out a couple of times just to humiliate Anna.

"I think I'll start with the birches," Carlotta decided. Anna began to sweat. Carlotta had nine strokes to give her and she could tell this was going to hurt. Carlotta picked up the birches and swished them through the air a couple of times, moving strongly from her shoulder. "I think I'm learning how to hit harder, Master," she commented. "Let's see." She moved over behind Anna and swung the birches down on her exposed cunt as hard as she could. Anna screamed as the cruel birches struck her unprotected cunt, wrapping around her front to savage her clit and lower pelvis as well. Carlotta swinging from behind Anna meant that the hard little buds had fit her clit and front rather than her less sensitive ass.

The Master listened to Anna's shrill scream. "You know, you may be right, Carlotta. That did seem harder than you were able to do before. Keep practicing," he encouraged.

One of the alligator clips had pulled loose from the force of Carlotta's stroke, the scraping teeth adding to Anna's misery. Carlotta moved over and reattached the elastic cord back to Anna's tender, abused cunt lips. Anna yelped as the clip was reattached, then went back to sobbing. She didn't know how she was going to get through another eight strokes.

On the next stroke, Carlotta decided to use more wrist. The stroke was perhaps not as hard, but the motion meant that the buds on the tips of the birch flicked down and struck directly on Anna's spread cunt lips. Anna shrieked. Carlotta shook her head as one of the alligator clips again became detached; she thought about suggesting to the Master that he needed stronger clamps, then realized that most likely the next time they would be used on her. She restored it to Anna's poor lip and resumed her position. Her next stroke was from the shoulder again, accompanied by Anna's now-familiar scream.

In addition to the pain from the birches, Anna was beginning to have another problem: she was barely able to control her bladder each time one of the cruel strokes fell. She was terrified; if she lost control, she knew that she would get more strokes.

"I think that's enough from the birches, why don't we try the cat on your pussy," Carlotta said, echoing Anna's crude pun from earlier. Carlotta picked up the whip and swung it through the air several time, the thin thongs making a hissing sound, even as the knots on the end made a slightly deeper sound. Anna moaned in anticipation; one other result of Carlotta's position behind her was that the stroke always came as a surprise. Carlotta raised her arm and brought the whip smartly down on Anna's cunt. Anna screamed, clinching to try to control her bladder, an attempt that was only mostly successful.

Unfortunately for Anna, Carlotta noticed the drops of urine beginning to come from Anna's cunt. Realizing that Anna was having trouble with her bladder, Carlotta quickly delivered two more hard strokes in rapid succession. The second stroke undid Anna and she lost control, spraying piss all down her own front because of her inverted position; Anna cried as the hot piss dripped off the points of her nipples and pooled on the floor. "Master, I think that calls for another three strokes," Carlotta commented.

"Absolutely," he replied. Anna sobbed.

"Oh, thank you. I was afraid I wasn't going to have any strokes to use on her tits. Maybe we'll do that next; as soon as she cleans up the floor, that is." Carlotta began to lower Anna down, Anna using her hands to keep her hair out of the pool of her own piss. Anna groaned as the strain on her thigh muscles lessened. After she had been lowered about a foot or so, Carlotta stopped. "You should be able to get your mouth down there now. Start licking it up. Take too long and the Master will probably use the birch to encourage you."

With no choice, Anna turned her face to the floor and started licking. Carlotta had positioned her high enough that she had to stick her tongue out and lap the stinking piss up like a dog. Anna cried as she lapped, angry, humiliated, her cunt still in pain from the six hard strokes Carlotta had landed there and also worried about the six more strokes Carlotta still was going to give her. Finally she was finished and Carlotta let her the remainder of the way down. At Carlotta's gesture, Anna lay down on the "exam table" with the stirrups. Carlotta strapped her down tightly, stretching her arms out over her head pulling her body tight.

"I guess I use the birches again, at least for a couple of strokes, and maybe the riding crop for the last one. I'll need it anyway for the last three stokes on your asshole. I hope it's not too sore from the Master's fucking." Carlotta picked up the birches again, swishing them through the air a couple of times to torment Anna. Finally though, she stepped up and brought them down on Anna's left tit. Anna shrieked again; Carlotta had used the wrist stroke again and the stinging impact of the hard little buds covered her entire tit with angry red blotches. Satisfied, Carlotta moved to the other side of the table and repeated the blow on Anna's right tit. She gave Anna a minute or so to quit screaming and crying, then lined both of Anna's nipples up with the riding crop. Satisfied with her position, she raised the crop and brought it down sharply, hitting directly on Anna's two long nipples. Naturally Anna shrieked again, then just sobbed quietly, realizing that it was going to be her asshole's turn next.

Carlotta didn't disappoint her. She released Anna from the table and directed her over to the incline apparatus, strapping Anna down as usual, and positioning the ramp so that Anna's little asshole pointed directly at the ceiling. Satisfied, she said "OK, Anna; reach back and spread those cheeks. After all, as you pointed out, the point is to punish your little asshole, not the cheeks. And, of course, if you let go, the stroke doesn't count." As soon as Anna had spread her cheeks, Carlotta poked her finger into Anna's still somewhat gaping asshole. It came out covered in the Master's cum and Anna's own secretions. Carlotta stuck it into Anna's mouth before she could protest. "Wow, as open as you little pucker still is, I'll bet this is really going to hurt," she commented.

As usual, Carlotta used the crop to cut the air a few times while Anna sweated. Also, the delay was putting even more strain on Anna's poor asshole as she continued to hold her cheeks apart. Finally though Carlotta stepped up and taking a strong swing, landed the first stinging blow on Anna's asshole. Anna gasped for the first split second, then screamed, letting go with her hands and moving them to shield her little anal portal. "That one won't count. Now get your hands back in position. Go on, spread those cheeks," Carlotta ordered. Miserably Anna complied. Carlotta slowly administered the next three strokes, partly to draw out the pain and partly just from enjoyment of Anna's misery. For each stroke, Anna grimly held on, determined not to earn any more lashes, although her asshole felt like it was on fire. Finally it was over, and Carlotta released her.

"I guess that concludes today's activities. I'll see you again tomorrow Carlotta. Now that you have your rings, I have a lot of ideas how we can use them." With that comment the Master and Anna left and Carlotta curled up on her bed, crying since her pain had returned now that she wasn't focused on torturing Anna.

Chapter 9

Carlotta sat on her bed thinking, hardly believing it was her last day. Carlotta was wearing the same clothes she had arrived in and was packed and ready to leave. The Master had already been down with her cashier's check for $100,000, plus, as a bonus, the keys and title to a new BMW. The Master also let her know that the limo was on its way and would drop her at a nice hotel, prepaid for the next week, where her new car was parked.

The Master finally came back down and was joined a few minutes later by Susan, the blonde assistant who had replaced Anna last month. Anna had finally gotten tired of either Carlotta or the Master somehow finding a way to involve her whenever she tried to take an opportunity to punish Carlotta in one of the Master's games. Susan was quite willing to engage in a little woman-to-woman action with Carlotta, but was not really into S&M on either side of the whip. She and Carlotta had a good relationship, which honestly bored the Master; still she apparently was a good assistant. Susan let the Master and Carlotta know that the limousine was waiting for her. "So what are you going to do now," he asked.

"Actually, I think I am going to open an exclusive establishment rather like the playroom. Believe it or not, there are men who will pay well for a dominatrix with a well-equipped dungeon. I'm looking forward to dishing out what I've been getting for the past year; after all, you've given me lots of ideas."

The Master laughed, "Well, I wish you luck."

He escorted her out to the limousine in the garage, helped her in, put her bag in the trunk and the car pulled out, leaving the Master behind.

* * * * *

The man was getting dressed, gingerly; Carlotta had not gone easy on him. "You know, there are a lot of guys like me who would also like to have some women to play with in a place like this; I'm not always interested in being a sub. Besides, it would be great for business entertainment; something they can't get at even a high-class escort operation."

Carlotta had been hoping for a chance like this. While she was building and equipping her establishment, she had also done a bit of research on the internet. The Master had given her just enough clues that first week for her search to be successful. The establishment itself was rather nice and very well equipped. Unknown to the Master, she had another set of accounts with a couple of million stashed away in addition to the ones he had found. "We could do that here. I've got three small suites we could put the girls in. I even know one girl we could use, although I might need help "recruiting" her. Still, even if reluctant shall we say, she would be perfect."

"You're smart; you know what I really do, right?" the man asked

"Well, I'm not sure what you call yourselves, but others refer to you as the "Russian Mafia."

"Close enough. I can get a couple of girls over here from Romania. They would even be willing, if we get them a green card and provide them a kitty of say $50,000 at the end of a year. You'd be surprised at what some of those girls would do for that kind of money. A year is about right; we need to turn them over pretty frequently anyway, just to keep the experience fresh for our clients. I can also have a couple of my boys "recruit" your candidate. We could split the take 50/50, and of course my sessions would be free."

"Let's pay the girls $100,000 for the year. No need to be stingy; we'll make a lot more than that. Otherwise, you've got yourself a deal."

The two shook on the deal; neither were the sort to put these kinds of deals in writing. "So, who is this girl you want me to "recruit: and where can I find her?"

"Oh, her!" he said to Carlotta's surprise after she had explained about her "recruit". "Yeah, I'll definitely help. However, I have a better idea than the girls from Romania now."




Carlotta's Captivity



Carlotta drew the water drinking out as long as she could, but eventually she finished the glass.

"I've decided to administer your two punishments between our little sessions. That will give me a bit more time to recover." The Master moved her over to a set of chains hanging from the ceiling and attached one of Carlotta's wrists to each chain. Moving over to a cabinet, he returned with a spreader bar, a remote control, and to Carlotta's horror, two large alligator clamps. He first used the remote control to raise her chains until her feet were barely on the floor. Next he attached the spreader bar to her ankles and opened it so wide that Carlotta groaned from the strain on her thigh muscles. Finally he raised the chains still higher so that her toes were barely touching the floor. The position was already painful and she knew it could quickly become much more so. Finally he approached her and attached one of the cruel alligator clamps to her right nipple. The clamp was very tight and Carlotta screamed as the cruel teeth bit into her tender nubbin. Satisfied, he repeated the process on her left nipple.

""A, B. or C," he asked her.

Confused, but afraid not to answer, Carlotta finally said "A".

"Excellent, now pick a number between one and six."

"Four," she finally said.

The Master moved over to the whip display on the wall. "Let's see, 'A4' is this one here," he said taking down a whip. The whip had a cock-shaped handle maybe eight inches long of braided leather and three leather thongs, maybe three feet long with a knot in the end of each.

"For a first punishment, I think six strokes to each target area are about right; after all, the point is to teach you to avoid punishment in the future. The areas are, of course your ass, cunt and tits. For this first time, I think we'll gag you and not insist you count the strokes." The Master moved behind her, gagged her with a ball gag he forced into her mouth and then pulled the whip back and lashed her ass. Carlotta screamed through the gag at the explosion of pain on her butt; the thongs themselves hurt, but the knots on the ends were like being stung by enormous bees. Carlotta shrieked again as he added a second stroke. Another and another followed in quick succession. By the last stroke, Carlotta was hanging limply and crying, her sobs muffled by the gag. The Master went back to his drink and took a few sips, giving her a couple of minutes to pull herself back together.

Next he moved over in front of her. Carlotta was filled with dread when she realized that he was really going to use the cruel whip on her tender tits. The first stroke caught her right tit squarely, the knot on one thong hitting just below her nipple, one above and the third knot directly on the alligator clamp. Carlotta screamed shrilly as the teeth of the clamp scraped roughly across her nipple as it was knocked off. He repeated that stroke on her left tit with the same result. Rather than replacing the clamps immediately, the Master finished the next four strokes, making sure that at least one of the knots hit directly on her throbbing nipples with each stroke. When he finished, rather than relief, Carlotta was again filled with horror as he bent down and retrieved the clamps and stepped toward her. Unable to move, all Carlotta could do was scream through the gag as he reattached the cruel clamps on her sorely abused nipples.

"Just the cunt left to go," he reminded her. "By the way, I'm really being nice to you; in this position I'll have to use an underhand stroke and you just can't get much power in the stroke that way."

The Master stepped back and brought the whip up directly between her wide-spread legs and Carlotta once again screamed into the gag. The first stroke hurt, the three strands together forcing themselves between her cunt lips, but not as badly as she expected. Carlotta was at least a little relieved when she realized that the vicious little knots would be hitting her ass again rather than her cunt. Gritting her teeth, she endured two more strokes. The Master stopped then and moved around behind her. Carlotta was puzzled at first, and then panicked as she realized that this way, the knots would wrap up and hit directly on her cunt and clit. The first stroke almost lifted Carlotta off the floor. One knot had hit directly on each cunt lip and the center knot had impacted directly on her clit. She twisted desperately, trying to escape as another stroke landed in almost exactly the same places. The third stroke almost caused her to lose control of her bladder, but she sagged down in relief when she realized that it was finally over.

Using the remote, the Master lowered her so that her feet were flat on the floor and removed the spreader bar. Carlotta groaned with relief as the pressure finally came off her stretched thigh muscles. The Master brought another glass of water over, removed the gag and helped her sip the water, but leaving her arms still chained above her. "I hope you have learned a bit about obedience now, Carlotta. I would hate to have to do this every day, although remember that you still have one more punishment left from yesterday." The Master reached down and spread her abused little pussy. It was wet enough that some of the fluids had even trickled down her legs. "Although it looks like maybe you enjoy this sort of thing," he commented, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking the juices off.

Despite her pain and discomfort, Carlotta blushed and said hotly, "No I do not enjoy this, you sick bastard."

The Master sighed. "I was sure I had instructed you to refer to me as 'Master' not 'Sick Bastard'. Apparently you do enjoy this enough to want a third punishment today. Well, if you insist... In the meantime, I think I am ready to fuck this dripping little cunt." The Master moved over to the cabinet and returned with a wide leather belt, fastening it around her waist. Carlotta noticed that there were two wide loops of leather, one on each side. That done, the master began moving two more chains around the ceiling. Looking up, Carlotta realized that the entire ceiling was a grid of channels and that the chains could be moved to almost any location using the channels and then locked in place. The Master attached the two new chains to the leather shackles on her ankles, and using the remote again, raised first one leg and then the other, leaving Carlotta dangling from her arms and legs, facing the ceiling, with her head and shoulders still a bit higher than her feet.

Taking out his again rock-hard cock, the Master stepped between her legs. He moved back and moved the leg chains further apart, until her thigh muscles were once again straining. Stepping back between her legs, he used the remote one more time to adjust the height of her legs. Satisfied with her position at last, he placed the tip of his cock at the sore and slightly swollen entrance to her beaten cunt and leaned forward over her to grasp the leather loops in the belt. With one motion, he thrust forward with his hips, while jerking her back toward him with his hands in the loops, embedding at least eight inches in her tight little cunt in one brutal thrust. Carlotta shrieked as his cock thrust home, embedding itself fully in her pussy, stretching it painfully and ramming directly into her cervix.

The Master withdrew almost completely, then rammed back in, eliciting another shriek from Carlotta. Rather than pull out, he kept pressing this time, putting more and more pressure on her cervix, stretching it. Carlotta was horrified when she felt her cervical opening begin to part and the tip of his penis start to push in. To her relief, he withdrew and just began to fuck her, using long slow strokes.

"Oh, yeah," he commented to her dismay, "with a little more training, you can be my first double fuck since Thailand." Gradually the Master picked up the pace, fucking her relentlessly.

Carlotta reflected that this rape would probably not be so bad, except her arms and legs were both almost screaming in pain from the stress of being suspended, and the tip of his cock pounding on her delicate little cervix was just adding to her misery.

Eventually though, he picked the pace up to an almost frantic level, and then groaned as he shot spurt after spurt of cum deep in her helpless body. Sighing, after a couple of minutes he pulled out and moved around to her head, which was just hanging loosely down by this point. "Clean me," he ordered, thrusting his dripping cock into her reluctant mouth. He held his cock in her mouth while she circled it with her tongue, finally thrusting it as deep as he could a couple of times then pulling out. He used the remote control to lower her back to the mat.

Carlotta almost cried with relief, once she was finally lying flat on the mat. She probably would have, had she not almost immediately realized that the day was far from over and next activity would be her second punishment of the day, followed no doubt, by her anal deflowering. Nevertheless, she tried to relax and enjoy the lack of pain, at least for the moment. Once he released her wrists and ankles from the chains, the Master brought her over another glass of water, which she gratefully sipped.

After giving her a few minutes to recover, the Master directed her over to a wedge-shaped apparatus on a low platform. Putting her in position, he strapped her thighs to the upright part and her upper body to the downward--sloping part in front. Next he again spread her legs wide; checking to make sure her asshole was totally exposed by her spread ass and then fastened her spread legs in place. Her hands were left free. Satisfied, he used his remote control to raise the portion of the platform under her lower body, which had the effect of raising her ass in the air and also changing the angle as the device pivoted so that her tender and defenseless little asshole pointed almost at the ceiling. Despite her fear, Carlotta once again blushed furiously when she realized that not only the Master but also the cameras on the ceiling had a clear view of her widely-spread secret anal opening.

The Master moved back to the wall of whips and selected a thin, flexible riding crop, swishing it through the air a couple of times to test it. Carlotta moaned as she heard the sound of the thin, flexible rod parting the air, terrified of what it would feel like on her vulnerable little asshole.

"I think six strokes should be sufficient this time. Reach back with your hands and spread your ass. Be sure to count the strokes this time, unless you want me to have to start over."

Reluctantly Carlotta reached back, placing one hand on each of her ass cheeks. Slowly, hesitantly, she spread them away from her asshole. If she had felt embarrassed before, it was as nothing to what she felt now, spreading her cheeks and completely exposing her asshole to the Master's gaze, the cameras, and to the cruel riding crop she knew she would soon feel. Carlotta had never felt so exposed and helpless in her entire life. Tears of fear and humiliation dripped down her cheeks.

The Master reached down and circled her asshole with his finger a couple of times, then plunged it into her clenched asshole up to the second knuckle. He moved it in and out a couple of times, then withdrew it. "Nice and tight," he commented. Carlotta blushed again. The Master raised the crop and brought it down hard on the right side of her exposed ass crease. Carlotta screamed and let go of her hips, trying desperately to rub the awful sting away.

"Get your hands back in position. I didn't say you could move them. Also, since you didn't count it, that stroke will not count."

Trembling with dread, Carlotta reluctantly reached back with her hands once more and spread her ass cheeks again, steeling herself for the next stroke.

The next stroke landed on the left side of her ass crease. Carlotta stifled a scream and managed to choke out "One Master." The next stroke was back on her already throbbing right side, but at least she managed to hold on with her hands and count, "Two, Master."

Unfortunately, the next stroke completely undid her. The cruel crop landed directly on her puckered little asshole, the flexible crop wrapping around to strike the center of her spread cunt all the way down to her clit. Carlotta screamed and let go with her hands, frantically rubbing both her pussy and her asshole, trying to rub the horrible sting away. The Master smiled to himself, wondering if this was the first time Carlotta had actually touched her own cute little asshole. If it was, it soon wouldn't be the last time.

"Get your hands back in position." The Master sighed, "I guess, just this once we can forget the count." Trembling, Carlotta complied. The next three strokes were in such quick succession, right, left and then center again, that the scream from the first stroke just continued on for the second and third. Finished with the punishment, the Master left her in position and moved over to take another couple of sips from his drink.

"Well Carlotta, there is only one last thing on today's calendar. I am about to boldly go where apparently no man has gone before. Yes, it is now time for me to plunder your tight little asshole and really stretch out your puckered little star. Since you also still have one more punishment left, I have decided that I will carry it out by not using any extra lubrication while I fuck your ass. If I were you, I would start sticking my fingers in my mouth, depositing as much saliva as I could get deep in my cute little ass and then repeating the process as long as I will let you."

Carlotta was horrified by the idea of sticking her fingers in her mouth, then up her ass and finally back in her mouth. However, she could only imagine the pain of his ten-inch cock plundering her dry asshole. Reluctantly, blushing furiously as she again remembered the cameras watching, she stuck her right index finger in her mouth, getting as much saliva on it as possible, then tentatively reached back and stuck it slowly into her sore and throbbing asshole. She moved it around a little, then withdrew it. Taking a deep breath, she stuck the finger back in her mouth. She repeated this process several times until the Master finally said, "I think that should be sufficient. To be nice, I will also let you suck my cock, getting it as wet as possible as well. By the way, once I start fucking your ass, let me know if you want my cock back in your mouth for more lubrication. I'll give you the first one for free, after that each time will cost you another stroke after we're through."

The Master thrust his cock deep in her mouth a few times, Carlotta desperately trying to get it as wet with saliva as possible, then withdrew and moved around to her ass. He used the control to adjust the height and angle a little, then finally satisfied, moved the tip of his hard cock to her clenched little portal. "Spread your cheeks again," he ordered. He teased her widespread ass a little, putting enough pressure on his cock to force her ass to begin to open, but not enough to actually force the fat head past her sphincter. Carlotta was tense and even that amount of pressure was painful on her sore little ass. To her horror, she also realized that most of the lubrication on his cock was now already gone as well.

Reluctantly, blushing from her face to her ass, she asked, "Master, will you put your cock back in my mouth for more lubrication?"

"Certainly," he replied, putting just enough additional force on his cock to finally pop it past her opening. He embedded a couple of inches in her sorely stretched ass. Carlotta screamed; it felt like someone had shoved a baseball bat up her ass. The Master gave a couple of short, shallow strokes, then pulled his cock out and moved back around to her head. Taking a deep breath, Carlotta allowed him to force his cock into her mouth and down her throat, trying not to think about how the cock had just come straight from her ass. He thrust in deep, letting her lubricate as much of his shaft as she could, then pulled out.

He returned to her ass, gradually working more and more of his cock in, until finally he bottomed out, his thick pubic hair pressed tightly against her still throbbing ass. Once again Carlotta realized that the lubrication was almost gone. "Do you want me to put my cock back in your mouth again?' he asked. Carlotta hesitated, weighing the pain of a dry fuck against the sting of another stroke, so he pulled almost all the way out until just the head was still embedded and then thrust all the way into her ass with one brutal dry stroke.

"Yes Master, please Master, put your cock back in my mouth," she shrieked. 

He made a couple of more strokes, slower this time, and then pulled out and moved back to her head while she whimpered. This time he went all the way down her throat several times, helping her lubricate the entire shaft. Finally satisfied, he pulled out, moved back to her ass and again thrust all the way home with one long slow thrust. He began really fucking her formerly virgin ass, gradually picking up the pace until he was slamming in all the way on every thrust. This went on for another thirty minutes, although twice more Carlotta asked him to pull out and let her lubricate him again. The brutal ass fucking had quickly gotten her over any reluctance to take his soiled cock back in her mouth. Every so often, he would pull completely out, pause to admire her widely-gaping asshole, and then thrust straight back in, causing Carlotta to grunt from the force of his thrust. Finally, with one last thrust, he bottomed out and held it there. Carlotta groaned as he emptied his remaining seed deep in her bowels with several more spurts. He savored the feeling for a couple of minutes, buried deep in her ass, then pulled out and had her lick his entire cock, making her stick her tongue out and lick it like a lollipop until he was satisfied it was clean.

Next came the additional three stokes Carlotta was dreading. This time the Master focused all three stokes on her already sore and swollen asshole, making sure the tip of the crop fell directly on her still-slightly-open asshole, splashing slightly with each stroke in the cum dribbling out of her ass. Finished, the Master had her lick the riding crop clean and then finally released her and let her up. As she walked gingerly toward her rooms, he said, "Tomorrow at 10:00 again. By the way, I expect you to be clean shaven down there for tomorrow. Trust me; it will be much better for you without any bush. Have a good evening." The Master left, locking the playroom door and throwing the heavy bolt on the stairwell door.

Carlotta moved into her bathroom and began filling the Jacuzzi tub. She needed it.