6 comments/ 35559 views/ 34 favorites Chained Pt. 02 By: DJWinters This is the second part of a story that was presented as a challenge for me to write. I don't condone or approve of true non-consent though admit the fantasy is an intriguing idea. I was asked to write a story pushing my own boundaries and here it is. Again, everything found within is fantasy. The characters are all over 21 and again... it's not real. That said, enjoy... ***** Chapter Eleven: The room had no clock and no windows, nothing to mark the passage of time. She had no idea how long he left her there huddled naked and alone on that cold bench in that stark concrete room. She expected him to return at any moment to continue her training, to explain to her why she'd been punished, to tend the welts she knew were forming on her back, anything, but he didn't. You knew he wouldn't be happy, the voice in her head whispered to her. You knew he'd be disappointed with you. She shook her head trying to silence the voice, but she knew it was no use - the voice simply laughed at her. Finally, after what felt like hours, she heard him at the door. Her head snapped up as she watched it open, watched him step into the room with a tray. Their eyes met for a brief moment before he turned away leaving the tray on the floor and closing the door behind him. Not a word had been spoken, he'd barely acknowledged her existence, and tears welled in her eyes. Told you, the voice taunted. You're a disappointment to him. "I just wanted to go outside," she argued. The voice laughed at her again not even allowing her that fiction. She'd tried to leave, to runaway and now she was being punished for it, there was no denying it. He returned three more times to drop off new trays of food and collect the used ones, each of those times he'd looked at her and left without saying a word. She'd never felt so alone in her life. She needed contact, needed to feel like she existed, and she realized with a start needed his attention. She struggled with the thought, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized it was true - she needed his attention. You know what you need to do, the voice advised and she nodded to herself. She knew. When he returned to collect the tray he paused as he stepped into the room, a small smile spread across his lips. There, waiting for him, she knelt in the middle of the room her arms crossed before her head down, her eyes cast towards the floor. Putting the tray down, he moved further into the room watching her. She resisted the urge to look up at him as he slowly paced around her and simply waited for him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity he spoke to her, her pulse raced at the sound of his voice. "You've learned your lesson then, Toy?" She nodded briefly in response. "You may speak," he allowed. "Yes, I've learned my lesson," she said meekly. "Sir," she added after a moment of hesitation. He studied for several moments, weighing her words and her attitude as he decided on her sincerity. "What are you?" he asked quietly and she hesitated briefly before answering. "I'm a toy, Sir," she finally whispered. "A toy?" he asked. "Your toy, Sir," she corrected. He stopped before her and she stared at his shoes. "Toy, look at me." She looked up into his eyes. He was close enough to her that she had to crane her head back to do so. The scent of his cologne filled her senses. He held her gaze as he continued. "Show me." She blinked at him several times trying to figure out how she should do that when his hand caressed her hair before moving her head - she understood. With shaking hands she reached for the zip on his pants and pulled it down, glancing up at him to see if she'd chosen correctly. He didn't stop her so she assumed she had. His member was already hardening and she quickly freed it from the confines of the material. The wide head of his cock greeted her and she hesitantly licked the tip of it. The hand on her head pressed her forward. Opening her mouth she slid his shaft into her mouth tasting the saltiness of his body as she began to suck and tease him, her hand gripping its girth near the base. Closing her eyes, she poured herself into that blowjob doing her best to show him just how sorry she was. All her emotions welled up inside her and she sucked, teased and licked that still growing shaft. He pulled her forward as his hips started thrusting driving his cock deeper into her mouth. The head of his penis hit the back of her throat and caused her to gag and pull back. She swallowed down the urge and dove back onto him, her teeth scraping against the top and bottom of his cock causing him to moan. Faster and harder he plunged into her and she did her best to stay still and let him fuck her mouth. He was wide and her lips felt stretched as he plunged in and out. Drool escaped her lips as he neared his climax, she could feel him getting close. The last plunge nearly made her gag again, but she held on as his semen splashed against the back of her throat filling her mouth. His body had stiffened as his cock pumped more and more into her mouth and it was all she could do to swallow the hot, salty liquid. She knew some had escaped the corners of her mouth. As the last spurts of come finished she began sucking and teasing again. Her tongue played across the head of his penis and he shivered from the nearly 'too much' sensation. This was a form of power too, she realized, as a warm feeling of accomplishment filled her. She cleaned him off before letting him step away from her, swallowing down all the come he'd given her. She smiled up at him for a brief moment before remembering her place and looking back down at the floor. She heard him laugh as he tucked himself away and tidied his clothes. Turning he strode across the room toward the door, looking back when he reached it. "Come on then," he called to her and left the room. Joy filled her as she jumped to her feet and scurried after him, careful to stay a step or two behind him. Confusion reigned as they passed the wood panelled room, but she knew her place now and remained silent. He led her up the stairs to the main floor of the house and she stared around wide-eyed. Before her was the door to the patio, were they going outside? No, he entered the den and sat on the leather couch, pulling a large pillow off of it and setting it on the floor before turning on the flat screen. A smile crossed her lips as she settled onto the pillow, cuddled up against his legs. His hand caressed her hair, a natural subconscious movement, but comforting nonetheless. She sighed contentedly and dreamed of new adventures. Chapter Twelve: The caressing of her hair and the endless drone of the television took their toll on her and she fell asleep for a time. When she was finally woken by the need to use the washroom the room had settled into darkness, the TV still droned in the background and the slow rhythmic breathing of 'Sir' had joined it. She listened for a time, just to be certain, but he was definitely asleep. The urgency of her bladder drove her to her feet and she quietly got up, careful not to disturb him. Padding from the den she went in search of a bathroom, which she found in short order and took care of her urgent need. She wasn't sure what possessed her to do so or even what she was looking for, but she decided to explore the rest of the house. She padded from room to room, trying to... what? Get a read on this man who claimed to possess her? Search for a way to escape? She didn't know and yet she continued to search. She'd know it when she saw it, she decided. The fuse box in the garage sent her mind into overdrive - escape! Don't do it, the little voice in her head whispered. She pushed the voice down. If she shut off the power then she'd be able to escape without worrying about setting off the collar. But she needed clothes first. She didn't want to escape out into the night naked as the day she was born. If she was successful in getting away she definitely didn't want to be found like that. She made her way to the bedrooms on the second floor and began searching for something to wear. She finally found what she was looking for in the master bedroom - a walk-in closet. Flipping on the light inside she found a collection of dress shirts hanging neatly, still in the plastic from the dry-cleaners. Sliding the lightly starched Egyptian cotton shirt across her shoulders made her feel immediately better, less exposed. The shirt was too large for her but, as she buttoned the front, she realized that it covered her like a dress. "Perfect," she whispered to herself as she looked at herself in the mirror while rolling the sleeves. "A little big I would say," she jumped at the sound of his voice and whirled to face the door. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed in front of him, staring at her. "What are you doing?" he asked stonily. Near panic, her eyes wide as saucers she said the first thing that came to mind. "I was cold." A single eyebrow cocked up at her explanation. "You were cold?" he confirmed. She nodded slowly. He stared at her for several moments, his eyes never leaving hers as she did her best to calm her breathing and control her panic. After what felt like an eternity to her he finally broke the silence. "Well, we can fix that," he announced. The smile that spread across his lips was far from comforting. "Come on," he instructed as he turned and led the way from the bedroom. "Bide your time," she told herself silently as she followed after him. "You have a plan now." He led her all the way back to the basement, her heart beating faster and faster as she feared he was taking her back to the concrete room. It was with a sense of relief that he stopped in front of a door she had not visited yet. Unlocking the door he ushered her into the room and pulled the door shut behind them - the click of the lock echoing menacingly. A flick of a switch and wall sconces designed to look medieval but fitted with electric bulbs lit up and provided illumination. Staring around the room in wonder she felt like she'd stepped back in time. Everything in the room was made of either heavy wood or iron. A series of whips, chains and restraints hung from the walls. A heavy wood 'coffee table' occupied the centre of the room. Removing the shirt she had 'borrowed', he hung the garment on a nearby ring before leading her across the room. "You just lay back," he instructed warmly. Under his watchful gaze she did as he instructed. "Good girl," he praised as he moved to her head and caressed the hair from her face. "Give me your hands." She did as she was told and was unsurprised as he secured them together and pulled them back over her head. "You don't need to do that," she said softly. "I'll be good." He smiled down at her, as he made sure her arms were secure then did the same for her ankles. "I wish I could believe that," he replied. "But hopefully soon." She tested the strength of the restraints as quietly as he could as he fussed around the room gathering up the toys he needed. "So, secure enough?" he asked as he returned with a stool and sat beside her. So much for quiet, she thought to herself. He smiled widely at her discomfort as he lit a candle. Her eyes went wide at the flickering orange flame that he brought close to her. Oh god, she panicked as she tried to flinch away from the fire. "I'm sorry," she begged. "I shouldn't have gone snooping around." She felt the warmth from the candle as he brought it close. She couldn't watch. She closed her eyes and turned her head away. The heat moved away and she allowed herself a breath of relief. The drop of hot wax that fell against her skin caused her to cry out in surprise, a second followed - hot but not unbearably so. The third fell against her tender breast, hot enough to make her gasp. Every spot the hot wax fell burned for a moment or two before cooling, but during that moment all she felt was that tiny piece of flesh and torment it was enduring. Time seemed to slow, as her entire universe became those moments of heightened sensation or anticipating where the next drop would fall. Her senses seemed to narrow and everything else lost all meaning. When the first drop fell across her nipple she gasped in surprise at the sexual arousal the heat caused in her. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at the candle held above her. Watching him tilt the candle, seeing the wax running moments before it dropped, then falling to splash against her flesh was more arousing than she could ever have imagined. Her breathing was short and ragged, each burning droplet earning a gasp of pleasure and pain. She could feel herself getting wet. "Still cold?" he asked teasingly. Fuck, why does this feel so good? She didn't have an answer and the next drop across her nipple stopped her asking the question. Looking down, she could see the layer of wax hardening across her breasts, cracking as her nipples rose under the attention. She watched the candle burn down as he moved down her body in search of virgin flesh to inflict his torment on. He found it on her inner thigh and she cried out as the wax touched her. Her breathing came quickly now and she could feel the moisture pooling between her legs as he continued to torment her thighs and hips. She had never realized how sensitive her flesh could be. "This is crazy," she gasped to herself as her arousal grew. The fingers of his free hand teased the folds of her labia and she squirmed against him. She moaned as he found her clitoris and gasped as the hot wax fell close to her vagina. "No," she begged as she realized what he was planning. He simply laughed and continued to tease her clit. She bucked and moaned at the attention, her breathing coming faster and faster. She felt him spreading her lips, exposing that hard little nub. The anticipation was a strange sort of torment. She was terrified of the sensation she knew was coming and yet a part of her was begging for the release. When he moved the candle away from her pussy, let the wax fall on her hip she nearly cried in frustration. He still teased her with his fingers, but the burning wax moved the wrong way. Three times he tormented her this way, moving closer and closer and pulling away at the last moment. Frustration rose with the arousal inside her. "Pleaaaaaase," she begged and he laughed again as he moved the wax closer and closer. "Is this what you want?" he asked as a drop of the hot wax fell into her pubic hair. The heat drove her wild. "Yes," she begged. "Please." He spread her lips again, his thumb teasing her clit, her hips grinding against him, her breath ragged. The wax burned against her clit. She screamed in ecstasy. Her body arched against restraints. Her pussy gushed wetly as she climaxed. Fuck, he's good at that, she thought as she collapsed from the intensity. Chapter Thirteen: She lay back on the table, her arms stretched over her head and her eyes closed as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm while she waited for him to untie her. A warm tingling feeling ran through her body and the hardened wax felt strange against her skin, cracking and shifting as she breathed and moved. She felt him near by and opened her eyes, smiling as he placed a drinking straw to her lips. Gratefully she sipped at the cool water he provided. She hadn't realized how thirsty and dehydrated she was until the cool water touched her tongue and soon she was drinking deeply finishing the bottle before she realized. "Thank you," she said softly as he withdrew the straw. He'd always given her a break after she'd climaxed, but something was different today. He made no move to untie her. She frowned in concern and he smiled warmly in return as he placed an ear bud in each of her ears. She looked at him quizzically as the sounds of waves crashing against the beach replaced the normal sounds in the room. He gave her a wink as he pulled out a strange looking roll of tape. She squirmed as he began wrapping the red plastic covering her ears and eyes. The first layer across her eyes cast the world in a strange red blur and she was relieved to notice that the tape wasn't remotely sticky, but rather rubbery. The second layer seemed to cling to the first and made vision all but impossible. Another two layers followed and she realized with a start that she was both blind and deaf - the ear buds taped in place. "What?" she asked and found she could barely hear her own words and definitely couldn't hear any answer - if he even gave one. Her pulse quickened as fear began to set in. She felt his hands brush against her ankles, moving from one to the other before disappearing. She felt him next at her wrists that were crossed above her head. She assumed he was fussing at her restraints, an assumption proved correct when he pulled her hands forward and brought her first to a sitting position and then to a standing one. Unable to see or hear, she felt unsteady on her feet as he moved her. Firm pressure to the back of her knee guided her down to a kneeling position and she opened her mouth expecting to receive his cock. She was surprised to feel his hand caress gently across her cheek before he pulled her forward, bending her at the waist over the table. The wax cracked and shifted oddly as gravity shifted her breasts forward and the table's surface pressed against them, her stomach and finally the side of her head. Her hands were pulled forward and she was re-secured. Her pulse was racing as she felt him touching her thighs and nearly lost it completely when she realized that she could no longer move her legs - he'd tied them to the table legs. Her breathing came fast and heavy as she waited for him to begin. She had no idea what to expect and her mind raced with the possibilities. Time seemed to drag as she knelt waiting, but nothing happened. She pulled against her bonds, testing them, but she wasn't going anywhere - still nothing happened. "Hello," she called out. Still nothing. What the fuck, she thought. Why was he making her wait? Time continued to pass. Oh god, she thought. He's left. Then a new thought crossed her mind. What if had a heart attack or something? Panic set in fully then and she threw herself against her bonds as she screamed for help. Really, the voice in her head whispered. You want to be found like this? A wave of embarrassment flooded through her. She was terrified, vulnerable and exposed - and wasn't going anywhere. SMACK! She screamed out in pain and surprise as the blow to her ass stung like nothing she'd experienced before. Her cheek tingled painfully even after the initial impact and she was left gasping breathlessly as she waited for the second. It started along the underside of her exposed arm and down to the stubble of her armpit, the lightest of touches teasing along that tender skin. The touch circled lightly, barely a caress and definitely tickling. It felt all the world like a feather was being stroked from her arm down to her hip. Goose flesh rose as she squirmed against the torment she couldn't escape. SMACK! The second blow on the other cheek caught her by surprise, stinging worse than the first following so close on the heels of the 'feather'. She cried out in pain moments before cringing away as the 'feather' tickled down her other arm. Her ass still tingled even as he tickled around the wax on her hip. She anticipated the next spank even as she struggled against the tickling, but it didn't come. Instead, he tickled the fine hairs of her back all the way down to her tailbone. She threw herself against her restraints as the 'feather' teased along the crack of her ass. "Please," she begged as tears slipped out from her blindfold. "Please, no more." Chained Pt. 02 SMACK! She cried out again and began to sob as he tickled the back of her thighs but he showed no mercy. The teasing and tickling made her cry out in frustration, her entire body flinching whenever the 'feather' touched her. She tried to relax, to force her body not to react to the sensations that at times felt like insects crawling lightly across her skin. And just when she thought she'd succeeded... SMACK! Squirming and sobbing she wailed in torment. She lost track of how long it went on, lost track of how many times she received that painful spanking, of how many 'insects' and 'feathers' ran over her skin. Drained and exhausted, her chest heaving, she laid crying and drooling across the table - her senses overwhelmed. Chapter Fourteen: The touches across her back changed. They no longer tickled and tormented. Instead, strong hands massaged, caressed, and kneaded her sensitive flesh. Some form of oil or salve was added and soon the firm pressure had chased away the lingering traces of the tickling she'd endured. Strong fingers relaxed knotted muscles and her breathing slowed. Whatever he was using, it cooled her sensitive flesh - something she was especially grateful for has his hands ventured across her abused bum cheeks. The cooling salve drawing the lingering stinging sensation away and soothing, what she was sure, was angry red skin. Before long little moans were escaping her lips as he worked. Her brain, now that her senses were subdued enough to allow her to think, started pondering. Why hadn't he freed her yet? Did he have more planned? She was acutely aware when his hands stopped massaging and a little 'mew' of disappointment escaped her. Tension began to rise again as she waited for whatever he had planned, but relaxed again when she felt the straw at her lips. Again she drank deeply of the cool water, musing as she did so that he was careful enough to keep her hydrated. See, commented the voice in her head. He's taking care. She smiled at the thought though she found it conflicting. He went back to massaging when she'd finished drinking and she 'purred' contentedly as his hands moved across her body. She tensed as his hands slid across her ass cheeks pushing them apart. She was lewdly exposed, and she knew it. She could picture him, holding her cheeks apart and staring at her private parts - her vagina and anus. She clenched against his hands, trying to hide herself, but knew she had little chance of success - a point that was driven home as she felt the wet softness of his tongue against her. Squealing in surprise, she shifted her hips trying to move away from him - she had no place to go. The tip of his tongue tickled along her crack, slowly teasing down to her pussy where he licked through the folds of her labia. Once again she was angry with her traitorous body as she knew she was moistening for him, knew he was tasting her budding arousal. His tongue felt good and a part of her wanted more. He played long enough to get her arousal started before moving back up that ticklish flesh to the rosebud of her sphincter. His probing tongue circled that puckered hole, the touch firmer than she would have expected - and definitely more arousing. He circled tighter and tighter as he worked his way toward the tight little hole. Despite herself, she moaned at the contact. She was waiting for it, knowing it was coming, when he finally pushed the tip of his tongue into her. She wriggled at the feeling as the tip of his probing organ penetrated her - gentler than before but all the more arousing for it. She surprised herself as she pushed back against him. She enjoyed the warmth of his breath against her ass, enjoyed his probing tongue as he pushed against the ring of her hole, and enjoyed his fingers as they massaged her full cheeks as he held her open. She was almost disappointed when he pulled out to explore her vagina again, but knew he'd find her wet from his ministrations. She smiled as he lapped at her juices, once again grinding back against him. His hands released her cheeks as he licked and ate her pussy, but she barely noticed as intent as she was on his mouth. They quickly returned to massage more of the oily salve onto her as he once again separated her cheeks. He licked deeply into her slit, drawing out more and more of her moisture, distracting her as he massaged his oily fingers along the crack of her parted ass. She moaned each time his tongue slipped into her, it felt like he was trying to delve deeper and deeper each time. When he finally pulled back from her she was gasping hard. "More," she begged softly wiggling her ass back and forth. "More." His hands found her cheeks again and she let out a soft 'mmmm' as his hands parted her cheeks again. The flesh that pressed against her sphincter this time was definitely not his tongue, and her 'purr' turned into a 'gasp' as he pressed the head of his penis into her tight hole. Reflexively she clenched her muscles against the intrusion but he pushed forward mercilessly and her sphincter stretched open to admit his cock head, tightening around the slight narrowing just beyond the helmet shaped head. He paused allowing her a moment or two to catch her breath, a moment or two to try to relax her muscles. The toy he'd used before had felt huge inside her virgin ass, but it was tiny compared to this intruder. Her breathing came hard and fast, her body still fighting to push the violator out. He pushed forward slowly, her sphincter stretching wide as the thickness of him moved into her. Slowly, painfully, he split her open and she cried out as he did. Inch by inch he pushed past her resistance as she panted like a dog until she felt his balls against her flesh. He stayed like that buried deep inside her while she tried to relax her muscles. Every shift, every movement he made caused an immediate spike of tension in her, but eventually she was able to get control of herself. She felt filled up - and she was - but relaxed as she was, it didn't feel bad. No, she realized, it didn't feel bad, just really weird! Her breathing slowed and her pulse calmed. Of course, that was the moment he decided to pull back. Slowly, his cock pulled out of her till only the wide head was still inside. He pushed back into her, a bit faster than the last time, but she'd expected that. When his balls slapped against her she grunted aloud, surprised that this time it actually felt kind'a good. Again he pulled back and she clenched against his shaft as he did. He must have enjoyed the feeling as he plunged back into her even harder than before. She groaned as he buried his cock in her. Yep, she decided, this was definitely feeling good. Slow and careful was a thing of the past and he was soon mercilessly fucking her ass. He pounded into her hard, his balls smacking her with each stroke. Faster and harder, he pulled her hips towards him with every stroke - delving deeper inside. She moaned and bucked, screamed and ground back to meet him. She was going to cum, she knew that, and it was going to happen soon. She screamed her orgasm when it came, clenching her sphincter as she did. The pressure was clearly to much for him as he immediately thrust back into her. Even as her climax washed over her, she felt his cock spasm inside her - felt him shooting cum deep inside her. Clenching and unclenching her muscles she milked his shaft, each clench answered with another little spasm. Spent, they both collapsed weak against the table his form sprawled over her, their lungs heaving as they caught their breath. By the time they parted he'd softened and he slid out of her with a quiet 'pop' her sphincter clenching even as a dribble of semen trickled out. Still he did not untie her, instead bringing her more water. What the hell, she thought as she sipped at the straw, her bladder beginning to send her signals. Chapter 15: His fingers caressed through her hair and she let out a little satisfied sigh of contentment, his touch could be so soft and soothing. The feeling of something hard against her pussy confused her muddled mind. He's ready already, she wondered in surprise. After his last climax she hadn't expected such a quick recovery. Wait, how could he be caressing her hair and feeding her water and preparing to fuck her again? "No!" she screamed out as understanding dawned and he pressed into her, his hard shaft sliding inside inch-by-inch. Someone else was fucking her. He was letting someone else fuck her! She bucked and struggled against her restraints but she already knew they weren't going to give way. Sir's hands continued to caress through her hair, even as whoever the stranger was grabbed hold of her hips to steady her while his fucking picked up speed. She squirmed to get away, shifting her hips as violently as she could to break his rhythm. She received a hard slap across her ass in response, but it wasn't nearly as hard as Sir had already given her and it barely registered. She continued to struggle. A shift of her hips as he pulled back caused him to slip out of her and she felt a surge of defiant joy wash through her, despite the second slap to her ass. The fingers caressing her curled tangling themselves in her hair a moment before twisting and pinning her head to the table. The grip was painful and strong, her scalp stinging from the pull. Hands gripped her hips harshly and a part of her knew they'd leave bruises when this was all over. She felt the cock against her slit again and she shifted her hips slightly preparing to struggle. "Aaargh," she cried out as her hair was twisted painfully. The stranger roughly buried his cock deep inside. Every time she flinched or moved, Sir twisted her hair again pushing her head down against the table. Frustration welled up in her as she found herself incapable of fighting. Whoever it was began thrusting in and out of her. He wasn't as wide as Sir so she didn't feel nearly as stretched but nor was he as sensitive. He clearly didn't care about her enjoyment and simply slammed harder and faster into her in his quest to climax. His fingers dug deeply into her hips and tears trickled from the corner of her eyes. His thrusting and pumping became faster, more frenzied and she knew he was close. She did her best to lay still and unresponsive. In her mind she figured if she couldn't stop him from taking her, at least she could deny him the joy of her struggles. Not that he seemed to notice or care. His final thrust and climax came before she realized. She felt the spasm of his cock inside her but was surprised when she didn't feel particularly filled. He was already softening as he pulled out. Chapter Sixteen: Hands released her and she lay still on the table for several minutes as she waited for whatever was to come, the feeling of helplessness unavoidable. Even though whoever had fucked her had been smaller than Sir, her vagina still felt sore from such rough treatment. Add to that the general stiffness that came from being tied in the same position for ages and all the other activities she'd endured and she was in desperate need of a good stretch. She felt hands against her face again, but couldn't be bothered to respond. Something cold slid against her skin and the blindfold was cut away. Though the room was far from bright, she blinked against the sudden light nonetheless. Whoever had been there to use her was no longer in the room and it was just the two of them again. The ear buds were removed and she could hear again. She watched Sir from the corner of her eye as he moved down her body and began unfastening her legs. As much as she wanted to simply lie there, to offer him nothing but indifference to his treatment of her, she couldn't resist the urge to straighten and stretch her legs. Guiding her by her bound hands, he slowly helped her to her feet before offering her more to drink reminding her bladder how badly it needed attention. She shook her head, turning away and refusing to accept the proffered straw. He raised a brow and she realized her mistake. "No thank-you," she whispered conciliatorily as she eyed him warily. "Better," he replied. "Now then, we're not done yet." Her eyes went wide. More, she thought, he's planning more? "But I thought you might appreciate a bit of a break and a stretch before we continued." She held her tongue and refrained from answering. "No? Okay, we'll get you into the next position then," he finally said and pulled on her bound hands. "No, please," she whispered. "May I have a break?" He paused, staring at her as though he was waiting for something. She'd missed something she racked her brain trying to find the answer. Sir whispered the little voice inside her head. "May I have a break, sir?" she asked and was rewarded with a small smile. "You may," he replied. "If I can trust you to be good, I'll even untie your wrists." "Yes please," she gushed. "I'll be good. I promise... Sir," the sir added as an afterthought but still added without his prompting. He smiled warmly and unfastened her wrists from each other. She eagerly rubbed the circulation back into them. "What do you say?" he asked softly and she looked back up at him with a start. "Th... thank you, sir," she answered, the sir coming more readily this time. He smiled again and watched as she stretched her back and arms, crusted wax cracking and falling to the floor as she did. She caught the appreciative look he gave her as he checked out her body and was surprised at the flush she felt at his desire. Moving reminded her that her bladder was becoming a greater priority. "So," he began. "I've invited a few people over to help with your training." She snapped out of her stretch and faced him, eyes wide with surprise. "You mean more than just," her voice trailed off as she looked around the room again. "Yep," he agreed. "More than just him. But don't worry you won't know any of them." "But," she frowned as she shifted uncomfortably from foot-to-foot. She needed to relieve herself soon and looked around the room for the bathroom, she didn't see one. "Sir?" "Yes?" "Where is the bathroom?" "Hmmm?" he asked feigning surprise. "Oh, there isn't one in this room." She squirmed and looked towards the door. "And before you ask," he added watching her. "No you can't go to the other room, my guests will be arriving soon." She crossed her legs as she tried to hold off the growing discomfort. "But, I really need to pee," she begged. "Please, Sir." "There's a drain over there," he pointed to the middle of the room and the floor drain he used when cleaning the room down. "I," she stammered. "I can't do that, not in front of you." "Suit yourself," he replied. "But as I said, my friends will be arriving soon. Would you rather have an accident in front of them?" She visibly paled at the thought of loosing control of her bladder in front of a room full of strangers. Even the thought was nearly too embarrassing to take. "Please," she begged. "Sir, please." But he was no longer listening to her as he fussed around the room preparing it for guests. She looked back towards the drain in the floor then back to him. What have you got left to hide, the little voice inside her head chided her and she found herself shuffling towards the drain. The pressure was mounting and it was all she could do the keep herself from letting go before she made it. Looking around again, hoping he was still busy she prepared to relieve herself and was about to squat down when she realized his eyes were firmly on her. She straightened, blushing fiercely but he didn't look away. She squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze and wished he would look away. She was trying to hold back an ocean and it was too much, the first dribble caught her by surprise as it trickled down her bare leg. "Oh," she cried as she fought to prevent it, but a second trickle escaped even as the first reached her calf. Once started nature wouldn't be denied and she lost the battle completely the amber liquid pouring from her as it raced down her legs. She peed, emptying her bladder as he watched every moment of her humiliation. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. He stepped towards her his eyes holding her in place as he leaned in and kissed her. His lips touched hers softly and tenderly even as his hand slipped between her legs into that golden stream and teased her pussy. Her knees almost buckled then and he caught her holding her as he continued to tease her clitoris, all the while kissing her lips in the most tender of touches. Her brain was a conflicted mess of thoughts and emotions. Chapter Seventeen: She leaned heavily against him as he fingered and teased her, his touch sending tingles through her body as he held her. His lips were firm against hers, his tongue beginning to probe as hers parted for him. She breathed in the musk of his body, the strange and heady combination of sweat and sex. The golden stream had run its course and was little more than drips and dribbles now, the last trickles following the previous down her legs to the floor. She was utterly humiliated that he'd witnessed this, embarrassed that she hadn't been able to prevent it; and yet she felt... empty... as though all the tension in her body had been released. And when he'd touched her, when his hand had crept between her legs and found the nub of her pussy, the combination of sensations had been unbelievable. Even as he kissed her and continued to tease her she couldn't find the words to explain how it had felt. The release of tension paired with the beginnings of arousal... it left her weak and breathless. Not an orgasm like anything she'd ever felt before, nothing that intense, instead a feeling of warmth and contentment - thank goodness he'd caught her when her knees buckled. A soft knocking at the door drew her attention and he pulled back from her, his eyes finding hers. "Our guests have arrived," he said softly. Her eyes widened, she'd forgotten about them. She stiffened against him and he laughed lightly. "Now, now, there's no need to worry. They're just here to help with your training." He led her to a rubber mat and helped her to a kneeling position before clipping her collar to a chain on the floor - she couldn't have stood if she'd tried. He next brought a strange gag and had her open her mouth as he attached the device. Panic welled up in her as she realized she couldn't close her mouth, the device locked it open. He saw the look on her face and gently stroked her hair. "It's simply to protect against unforeseen accidents," he explained. "We wouldn't want you biting anyone by accident would we?" He finished fussing with stuff and stepped back to look at her, his gaze clearly appraising. "Beautiful," he muttered to himself and gave her a wide smile. "Alright," he explained. "As I said, I've invited some friends over to see my new toy. Now these are special friends and you're going to be nice to them." The look he gave her left her with no doubts about the consequences she would face if he found her to be less than nice. Unable to speak with the strange gag in place, she simply nodded her understanding. He held her eyes a moment longer before nodding back. She knelt, nervously waiting as he ushered his 'friends' into the room. Each man, and they were all men, greeted Sir before crossing to her forming a semi-circle around her. She looked from one to the other hoping... she wasn't sure what she was hoping - that one would take pity on her, save her maybe? But, though they all looked at her none acknowledged her. They studied her, appraised her, and judged her body and her look - but not one of them looked at her like she was anything more than a thing, than a curiosity. Chained Pt. 02 Sir joined them, standing just behind her, his hand rested on her shoulder. He gave it a little squeeze, a little sign of reassurance maybe - a sign that he'd keep her safe? "Good afternoon gentlemen," he began. "Welcome and thank you for coming. This," he used her hair to pull her head back showing off her face, "is my new toy." He released her head and paced behind her. "Now, I hope everyone remembers the rules, but just in case, let me review. Her hands and mouth are available for service. You may touch, fondle, tickle and torment, but no ... I repeat, 'No' permanent damage or marks. Any questions?" "The open mouth gag?" one of the men asked. "Just a precaution, this is a new toy and I'm still breaking her in. Any other questions?" Sir paused for a moment to see if anyone had any, no one did. "Alright, then gentlemen enjoy yourselves." He stepped away leaving her alone under the hungry gaze of the 'guests'. She felt self conscious as these strange men ogled her naked body. My god, she thought, she hadn't even cleaned up - wax still stuck to her breasts while her own pee was drying on her thighs. The men seemed hesitant initially, seemingly content to stare and ogle but she knew that wouldn't last. The first man, the one who'd asked about the gag, crossed the room and crouched down to get a closer look. He pulled her hair painfully as he tilted her head up and ran his finger along her jaw line a predatory smile on his face as he released her and stepped away. Surprised she watched him walk away, confusion at his behaviour left her wondering - until he started removing his clothing. He made quick work of his clothes and turned back towards her. He was not nearly in the shape that Sir was, a bit of a potbelly overhanging his hardening cock, but as he strode towards her, his penis bouncing lewdly before him, she found a strange mix of emotions. She was definitely repulsed by this strange little man, but something else too... a strange sort of excitement filled her as she anticipated what was about to happen. The other men had gotten the same idea and were stripping down even as the first closed on her, his hand slowly stroking his hardening cock. She looked up at him her eyes wide with fear and his smile grew. Grabbing her roughly by the hair he pushed his cock into her open mouth, she tasted him on her tongue as he did his best to gag her with his shaft. He pumped back and forth fucking her face as he used her to pleasure himself. The only real blessing was that he wasn't large, in fact he was on the small side of average and as much as he wanted to gag her with his cock, he wasn't capable of attaining that goal. Still, he clearly enjoyed the attempt and she could see why Sir had used the open mouth gag - if ever there was someone she'd be inclined to bite. Instead, the best she could do was drool, which she did in abundance with her mouth held open as it was. Her attention, taken as it was, meant she was unaware when the other men joined them initially. Someone took hold of her hands and the next thing she knew she had a stiffening cock in each. She squeezed the sensitive flesh and felt them twitch briefly. They continued to grow as she stroked them while the first man continued to thrust into her open mouth. She knew, or at least she hoped, the first man wouldn't last long and it was with a gasp of relief that shortly after he started he pulled his stiff cock from her mouth and pumped his climax all over her. The first jet of semen landed on her cheek while the second and third failed to attain the distance, instead arcing sadly to fall on her breasts. He was soon replace by another who took more care as he stroked himself and used her mouth to pleasure himself with. Things became a blur of flesh and semen and she lost track of time. A hand job splashed cum across her face and the shrinking cock was immediately replaced by a hardening one. She gagged as the cock she was sucking caught her by surprise and gushed across her mouth, it to was quickly replaced by another. She lost track of how many cocks she sucked, handled and pleasured - though she was certain some were returning for seconds, some of the younger men maybe even thirds. Tears rolled from the corner of her eyes from the sheer effort of the activity and cum plastered her hair to her face. Most of the men were unlike that first and though she wouldn't say they were gentle, they weren't trying to hurt her. As the last man shot his load across her breasts, she found herself with no one waiting. All the men had stepped away from her and she noted that some were already cleaning themselves up and getting dressed. She knelt and waited - there wasn't much else she could do until she was released. As she watched she saw them pay their respects to Sir, thanking him for a pleasant evening as they left. When he'd said goodbye to the last of his guests, he returned to her - a wide smile on his face. "You did well, Toy. Very well indeed." She beamed at the praise, a warm tingle flowing through her sore and exhausted body. "Now, how about we get that gag off of you and get you cleaned up?" Chapter Eighteen: Sir led her to the shower in the room he'd said was to be hers. She waited quietly while he started the shower and set the temperature, until he finally nodded at her to get in. The water was hot, but not unbearably so and she savoured the feel of the water running through her hair and over her body. "The temperature is all right?" She purred back at him and he laughed as he began stripping out of his clothes before joining her in the shower. She felt him gather up her hair and realized with a start that he was washing it. With firm yet gentle pressure he worked the shampoo into her hair, massaging her scalp while he did, before rinsing it out. "I think we're going to need to do this a couple of times," he commented as he began to lather her hair again, this time allowing it to set for a time. While he waited for the shampoo to do its work, he added shower gel to a pouf and began scrubbing her back and shoulders. The shower gel lathered well and, with the assistance of the hot water, made relatively short work of the mess she wore. He was vigorous in his scrubbing and her skin tingled as he worked. She found herself smiling as she braced against the wall. "That feels so good," she murmured happily. In the end it took three shampoos, two rounds of conditioner and a full body scrub down to get her clean. Through it all, she found herself simply enjoying the feel of his hands upon her - he was careful not to press to hard, but diligent about getting her clean. When he'd finished he stepped out of the shower, towelling himself off and letting her enjoy a few more minutes under the water before shutting it off and greeting her with a fluffy white towel. She stood quietly again while he dried the water from her skin, her eyes following his motions while he worked. Naked as he was she let her eyes take him in. He wasn't as muscled as some of the men she'd dated, but he was definitely in shape. He cared about his appearance, but wasn't obsessed with it. He was also clearly comfortable naked, and as she'd had ample opportunity to learn, he had great hands. He's an interesting mix of strong and soft, she found herself thinking and frowned at the thought. What was she thinking and more than that, what the hell was she feeling? Still, as he began running the brush through her hair, holding it so it wouldn't pull, she couldn't help feeling content and tingly. She'd always loved having her hair played with and, closing her eyes to enjoy his touch, she decided that this wasn't the time for conflict. Her hair finished, he led her upstairs to the kitchen and had her take a seat at the table - neither spoke a word. He pulled a collection of fruit from the refrigerator, washed it and joined her at the table. Cutting a piece from one of the apples he leaned forward and gently lifted it to her lips. After the brutality of the earlier activities, she had not been expecting such gentleness and she gingerly accepted the apple. While she ate, he cut a piece for himself. He spent the next half hour feeding them both bite-sized pieces of fruit, and it was one of the most sensual experiences of her life - by the end of it she found herself sucking the fruit juice from his fingers with each new piece. "You've had a very full day," he finally said breaking the silence. "Shall we put you to bed, Toy?" She barely noticed the use of her new name, instead nodding as she realized how tired she actually was. He gently moved a truant strand of hair from her face before leading her back downstairs to her room. Once there he tucked her into bed and gently kissed her. His lips still tasted like fruit and she couldn't resist flicking her tongue across them. He was smiling as he pulled away and she found herself clutching his hand and pulling him back. He leaned back in for a second kiss. Her lips parted as she kissed him deeper and her tongue sought his, teasing it when she found it. Moments passed as they kissed, arousal rising inside her and she found herself pulling him closer. He gently pulled away again and she tried to pull him back but this time he simply smiled warmly at her. "Get some sleep, my pretty Toy." With a conflicted sense of longing, she watched him leave. Chained Pt. 03 This is the third part of a story that was presented as a challenge for me to write. I don't condone or approve of true non-consent though admit the fantasy is an intriguing idea. I was asked to write a story pushing my own boundaries and here it is. As an additional note, to those who were kind enough to comment on Part 1 and Part 2 - I'm glad you are, for the most part, enjoying the story and I very much appreciate all the constructive comments and thoughts. My goal here is to explore the process and, I think, that process needs both discipline and reward - pain and pleasure to succeed. :) Again, everything found within is fantasy. The characters are all over 21 and again... it's not real. That said, enjoy... ***** Chapter Nineteen: She lay there staring at the closed door for a long, long time - sleep and its release escaped her. She thought about her situation, about what had happened to her that day and it left her doubting herself. Her feelings towards this man, her captor, confused her. He'd called her 'Toy' when he'd left and she'd let him. Worse, she didn't even freak out in her own head. What the hell was wrong with her? Why was she feeling warm towards him, like his moments of sweetness did anything to void the fact that he thought he owned her - she wasn't anyone's toy. She frowned deeply as she berated herself. But, whispered the voice in her head, he was so gentle and caring. "Fuck that," she said aloud. There was nothing gentle or caring about sharing her with another guy. And definitely nothing gentle or caring about letting a gang of men use her the way he had. No, she'd been preparing her escape and that needed to happen. She needed to get far, far away from him. She needed to get the police involved, find out who the fuck 'sold' her to him, and most importantly, she needed to get her fucking life back. She'd been in the process of doing just that when he'd found her, there was no reason she shouldn't continue. The plan was simple; get clothes, power down the house, get the hell out! She just needed the time and opportunity. As the hours ticked by and sleep continued to evade her she ran through scenarios and situations in her head, anything that might get her the opportunity that she needed. As the night dragged the ideas got more and more crazy, more and more risky. She had no idea what time it was when the thought finally came to her, but it sat her bolt upright in the bed. That's it, she thought. That's crazy, replied the little voice but she shouted it down. No, she assured herself, this would work if she could get the things she needed. Slipping out of bed, she padded quietly over to the 'cabinet' and tried the handle. She frowned when she found it locked. There, whispered the little voice, can we go back to bed now? She considered the lock but knew she had no way to pick it, wouldn't know how to if she did, and she was certain the key was up with him. And as she thought about it, she realized she'd seen him lock it the last time he'd used this cabinet. "Wait," she whispered. "He did lock it the last time he'd used it, but he didn't lock the one in the other room." At least she didn't remember him locking that one. With new found purpose, she crept out of her room and down the hall to the chamber she'd been so ill used in earlier that day. She found that it too was open and she pushed the door quietly and padded to the cabinet. Her heart was thumping hard in her chest as she reached a shaky hand toward the handle. With a wish and a prayer she turned it - it opened. As quietly as she could she opened the door and began a quick visual inventory of the contents - she knew if he caught her she would be punished. And worse, he'd be more careful about keeping it locked. Sorting through the eclectic variety of whips, paddles, dildos, vibrators, and restraints she finally found what she was looking for - handcuffs, and more than one pair. She hadn't been certain he'd have any of them as he seemed more partial to the softer style of restraints, but it had been worth the risk. With a sense of purpose, she took two pair of the cuffs, closed the cabinet and left the room heading for the stairs. He must be asleep by now, she thought to herself as she steeled herself for the task ahead. Chapter Twenty: As she crept through the house she did her best to remember the layout of the master bedroom. She'd only been in there briefly but the bed stood out in her mind, well actually the bed's headboard and footboard's stood out - they'd be wrought iron. Confirming that he wasn't in the den on the main floor she continued up to the second floor, the nerves beginning to take their toll. Her stomach was aflutter. This is crazy, the little voice whispered to her. Why are we doing this? She frowned at the thought even as it crossed her mind. Because, she thought back fiercely, I am nobodies toy! Resolve renewed she padded down the hall of the second floor to the door of the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar as she approached, the rhythmic sounds of sleep reaching her through the quiet of the night. Peering into the darkened chamber she was pleased that the moon offered just enough light to see by. He was lying alone in the bed, the steady rise and fall of the covers speaking to his resting state. With a deep breath, she once again calmed her nerves as she prowled into the room towards him. She smiled to herself, she'd been right about the headboard, it was wrought iron with enough bars and bends to make finding something to attach the cuffs to easy. As carefully and quietly as she could she made her way to the head of the bed, gingerly circling one of the larger bars with the first cuff and bringing the ends together. "CLICK," the sound seemed enormous against the quiet of the night and she froze in place as he snorted in his sleep and shifted his position. Her heart pounded in her chest as terror that he'd wake before she could finish washed through her body. She had no idea how long she stood frozen, praying that he not wake, before she heard his breathing once again fall into the steady cadence of sleep. Still she waited. A few more minutes of patience could make all the difference, she decided. Finally, releasing the breath she'd been holding she moved again. His hand was up near his head, his wrist seductively close to the cuff - she could almost reach it, but knew it would be close. She couldn't move the headboard, so she'd have to move his hand closer to be certain. The question was how? Did she try to do it gently in hopes he didn't wake, or did she do it quickly and hope to have him cuffed before he came to his senses. She warred with herself as she struggled to decide which action to take, her eyes shifting to his sleeping form and back as she considered - he looked peaceful as he slept. Well, she finally told herself, one way or another you've got to do this! She took another breath and readied the cuff as she reached for him. With a burst of motion she grabbed his hand and pulled it up even as she slapped the cuffed down across his wrist, the metal restraint spinning round and clicking into place. She took a moment to cinch the cuff down with a quick press of her fingers even as he reflexively tried to pull his hand away. He couldn't pull far and she danced out of reach as he surged awake, struggling to rise and pulling hard against the cuff. She realized there was no way she was getting the second cuff on him, but it didn't matter she had him. He stopped struggling once he realized what had happened, and shifted to a sitting position on the bed. He watched her in silence and that unwavering gaze, though less effective in the darkened room, still caused her pulse to race. He said nothing, simply watched. Waited to see what she would do next. In another act of defiance she straightened her shoulders before turned her back on him and moved to the walk-in closet - she needed clothes if she was leaving. She grabbed a t-shirt first and eventually found a pair of jogging pants and running shoes. The shoes and pants were big on her, but the elastic in the jogging pants would do its job and the shoes would at least stay on. When she left the walk-in she found he was still simply sitting on the bed, his eyes still fixed on her. His gaze, easier to see in the light from the closet, sent a shiver down her spine. It was all she could do not to run from the room. Chapter Twenty-One: She didn't know how long it would take him to free himself so she figured she should move quickly. Leaving him sitting silently in the bedroom she quickly headed down to the garage and the fuse box. She'd power down the house then get the hell away from him. In the garage her plan evolved when she saw his collection of cars lined up and waiting - why walk when she could drive? A quick search found the keys hanging in a box on the wall. She grabbed the set for the black SUV figuring it would be able to handle whatever she encountered as she made her escape. The press of a button opened the garage door to the darkness of night. At the main fuse box she decided to skip the search for the right fuse and instead just pull the main. With a heavy click the entire house was plunged into darkness. Hopping into the driver's seat of the SUV she turned the key, bringing the powerful engine to life. Throwing the vehicle into gear she stepped hard on the accelerator and roared away from the garage - a sense of freedom and accomplishment surging through her. The sudden surge of electricity through her body caused her hands to spasm and her foot to stomp down harder on the accelerator. She had a brief moment of terror as she saw the tree rushing towards her. Nearly blacking out from the shock she wasn't able to tense up for the impending impact. The adrenaline surging through her left her in a strange limbo on the verge of unconsciousness and she was left with a series of strange impressions - the sudden abrupt halt, the air bag preventing her from hitting the steering wheel, being pulled from the truck, hanging against the wall. When consciousness returned she found the impressions made sense, she had failed. The cold concrete wall against her back and the stiffness in her arms as she hung by there drove that realization home. Her neck was stiff, from the accident she assumed, but she managed to look around fearing what she would see. She hadn't been returned to the first room, but rather was hanging helplessly in the room she had been molested by the gang of men. Tears - frustration, fear, and hopelessness - came then and she sobbed to herself. She'd cried herself dry by the time the door to the room finally opened and he entered. Sitting in a chair he placed before her, he said nothing as he simply stared at her - a look of disappointment on his face. Disappointment, she screamed inside her head, anger welling up. Seriously, he's disappointed? Fuck that! And, fuck him! The words and anger finally bubbled from her. "Don't fucking look at me like that, you goddamn bastard," she screamed at him! "How dare you make this about me! You fucking asshole! You did this! You did this to me! Do you hear me? You!" she caught a breath. "I just want to go home," her voice was thick with emotion. "I just want to go home." His face held no expression as she ranted and wailed at him he simply let her scream herself out. When she ran out of breath, her chest heaving from the exertion, her throat hoarse from screaming - when she was finally silent, he slowly got to his feet and stepped towards her. Fear blossomed inside as he approached, his hand reaching for her face. She eyed him warily, her gaze following that hand as it neared her cheek. With a snap of teeth she lunged to bite him, but he pulled away before she caught him. "SMACK!" The slap stunned her. "Don't bite!" he snapped at her, his temper flaring in his eyes before he managed to contain it. "I told you already that you were sold to me, Toy, but apparently you need more detail," he began. "Your family needed money and your mother decided this was the best way to get it." "My mother? Fuck you, I don't believe you. She would never..." He grabbed her by the hair and held her painfully as he continued. "She would and she did! She had the rest of your family to think about. She answered an add on the internet offering 'easy money' and we had a good talk - apparently she was disappointed in you, felt you could have done more with your life but instead you wasted it. Wasted her money with college - jumping from major to major with no direction. Wasted your time with loser boyfriends with no real prospects. Spent too much time partying and clubbing and not enough time trying to make something of yourself." "No..." she tried to argue, but he kept talking not giving her a chance. "You were a disappointment and when I offered to take you off her hands she jumped at the chance," he stared deeply into her eyes. "Let me be very clear, there is no one looking for you, there is no one searching. You belong to me and me alone. You don't even exist in that other world anymore." She was silent, staring at him in horror as his words sank in. He released her and stepped away though his eyes never left hers. "You have the chance to make something of yourself with me," he added softly. "A second chance if you want it. You will be my toy, first and foremost - some of that you'll love and some you won't. But you can be more if you choose to be." He turned away and walked toward the door. "Or," he called back. "You can continue to try to run away and likely hurt yourself in the process only to find it pointless - think about it." The door closed behind him. Chapter Twenty-Two: She had no idea how long he left her hanging there naked, thinking about her life and the things he'd told her. She couldn't believe her own mother would sell her into slavery, couldn't believe she would be so easily abandoned. He has to be lying, she thought. But the more she thought about it, thought about the amount of disappointment she'd seen in her mother's eyes when she'd changed her majors yet again and introduced her to her latest guy she had the uncomfortable realization that she might have actually done it - cut her losses and focused on the rest of the family. She didn't even notice the tears the flowed freely down her cheeks. Though she wasn't hanging completely as her feet rested firmly on the ground, her arms were long past sore stretched above her head as they were. She wasn't able to shift much and the need to use the bathroom was becoming an increasing pressure when she finally heard him return. As before he entered the room and pulled up a chair to sit before her. He watched her silently and she did her best to meet his gaze though as emotionally drained as she was she failed miserably and soon found herself looking at the floor. "I need to use the bathroom," she mumbled. "Excuse me? You're mumbling, I can't hear you Toy." "I need to use the bathroom," she said more clearly looking up at him as she did. "So?" "Please," she begged. "Let me down so I can go." He sighed heavily to himself and she saw him shake his head in frustration before he stood and left the room. She watched the door, listened for signs that he might be coming back to let her down but as the minutes ticked past she realized he wasn't. You stupid bitch, the voice in her head complained at her, the correct question was 'may I use the bathroom sir?' Ugh, she'd forgotten everything. She crossed her legs and did her best not to think of her increasing need while she waited, praying, that he'd return. An eternity seemed to pass before he finally did. He entered the room as he had been but before he could sit she called out to him. "Please sir, may I use the bathroom?" The conciliatory tone seemed to catch him and he paused to study her. "You may, Toy," he finally agreed though he made no move to untie her. She stared at him quizzically as she tried to sort out what was going on. It dawned on her as he settled himself back in his chair to watch her - she could go to the bathroom, but he wasn't going to let her down. "Please, could you let me down so I could go to the bathroom Sir?" she clarified and he got to his feet and went to her. Caressing her face with the tips of his fingers he brushed hair from her face. His touch was soft against her skin and she shivered slightly. His free hand drifted down her naked body teasing the flesh of her breasts before sliding lightly over her abdomen towards her pelvis. "What am I going to do with you Toy?" he said quietly, almost to himself his hand beginning to press firmly against her lower abdomen and bladder. The urge to pee grew under the pressure. "You are beautiful and captivating in so many ways and in moments like this you seem the perfect toy - how could I even dream of denying you. And yet, in the next instant you try to lock me up, you steal my car and you wreck it in the process." He paused and let his fingers tangle in her hair. "No," he continued harshly as he pulled her head back by her hair and surprised yelp escaping her throat as he did. "I'm afraid I think this is all an act." He pressed his hand roughly against her bladder and she cried out as she fought her body. "I think you are trying to play me again and I won't be fooled. You may use the bathroom Toy, but you may do so right here." The need to pee, the pressure against her bladder, the distraction of his rough treatment - all of those things and more, she did not know what the finally cause was but she could hold it no longer. The golden torrent poured from between her legs, soaking her in her own piss. It splashed against her legs and soaked him as well, but he didn't seem to care. He still held her hair but his gaze was on that golden stream forming a puddle on the floor. A smile crossed his lips. Releasing her he stepped away and stripped himself bare, the pee soaked clothes ending up in a small heap, before releasing the tension on the chains that held her and lowering her to her knees. The last trickles of pee flowed down her thighs even as he knelt her down in the puddle she'd formed. Catching her by the hair again, he held her as he moved closer. Seeing his cock at eye level and knowing how far she'd already pushed her luck she opened her mouth to prepare for the blowjob he was obviously seeking. The golden liquid that struck her tongue was acrid tasting and she sputtered and choked in surprise as she tried to pull away, slamming her mouth shut as she did. The hand entangled in her hair held her, a sharp twist causing her to cry out. His piss washed through her mouth and across her face before running down her body. She shivered as the hot liquid funnelled between her breasts and down her stomach to the floor where it joined the puddle she'd already created. He soaked her from head to toe, matting her hair against her scalp as he relieved himself and there was nothing she could do about it - chained and held she could only endure it. Endure it, and try to figure out why her nipples were so damn hard. Chapter Twenty-Three: He shook the last couple of drops onto her face before releasing her hair and stepping away. She opened her eyes and looked mournfully at him, she could feel his cooling pee all over her as she knelt in their combined discharge. She hoped that he was done, that he'd humiliated her enough to untie her - that he'd consider what had happened enough punishment. But as he stood slowly stroking himself as he watched her, she knew it was not to be. He wasn't done with her yet. Releasing the tension in her bonds again he moved behind her, pushing her head to the ground as he did. She struggled against the rough treatment and at the thought of lying in that puddle of piss, but the hard slap that rang out through the room as his hand connected with her ass made her rethink it. He's not fucking around, she realized, as he pushed her to the floor her hands still tied together and stretched out before her. Chained Pt. 03 The smell of ammonia filled her senses as she pressed her cheek to the floor, her ass lewdly up in the air waiting for... god she had no idea what it was waiting for, but she didn't think she'd have long to wait. A second slap burned across her ass and she yelped in surprise. She hadn't done anything wrong, had she? Why? She felt him spread her ass cheeks apart and blushed crimson as she realized he was staring at her asshole and pussy. She felt completely exposed and humiliated moments before she felt his hardened cock pushing against her slit. He wasn't gentle or kind as he had been in the past and she gasped in surprise as he shoved the whole length into her in one powerful stroke. Her lips cried out as they were spread and she had a moment to remember how wide he was before he pulled back and drove in again. She found herself moaning loudly as each thrust buried him balls deep into her before he'd pull out till just the head of his cock held her pussy open. Again and again he thrust and her body responded. She moaned and writhed, as she got wetter and wetter lubing his passage. She couldn't believe she was getting turned on by any of this. What the hell was wrong with her, she wondered even as she groaned in pleasure the flavour of piss soaking her lips. He pulled all the way out and she had a moment of panic. He couldn't be done yet? Please, he couldn't be done! He alleviated her fears quickly enough, he wasn't done he was simply changing attacks. She felt the wide head of his shaft against her anus and had a moment of true fear. He wasn't going to stick that there, was he? She squirmed and struggled as she tried to shift to line him up with her already sopping slit. SMACK! Her ass burned from the impact but the stinging sensation was soon forgotten as he pressed his cock, soaked in her juices, against her puckered hole. She screamed out as his width spread her open, her muscles contracting as they tried to stop him. She clawed at the floor as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. By the time he'd shoved his entire length into her she was gasping shallow breaths. When he pulled back she cried out again, the sensation felt like she was losing control of her bowls and she had a moment of terror that she'd lost it right there. He pushed back in, this time moving faster and harder. She was at least partially prepped for him and it was easier than she expected. This time when he pulled out, she knew what to expect and terror didn't override the sensations she was experiencing. The next thrust brought a weird combination of pain and pleasure and she groaned as his balls slapped against her. His rhythm increased and soon he was fucking her ass almost as hard as he had her pussy - and amazingly it felt almost as good. She moaned and groaned with each stroke, even going so far as to push back to let him go deeper and clenching her muscles around his shaft. That was what finally did it, that clenching sent a spasm through is cock and with a powerful last thrust he was pumping cum into her. She felt his cock contracting as it pumped and she flexed, milking his shaft until she felt him starting to soften. When he finally pulled out all the way she felt her sphincter snap together though a trickle of something seeped out and down her thigh. She hoped it was cum but right then she didn't really care. Chapter Twenty-Four: He pulled her to her feet, tightening the tension on the chain that secured her wrists as he did and she found herself once again against the wall with her hands high above her head. Her hair clung to her body as pee dried to her skin and, what she assumed was his cum, seeped from her ass and down her thigh. She kept her eyes glued to him as he went to the cabinet. Her pulse quickened as a feeling of dread settled on her - she knew the types of things he kept in his toy cabinet and she was genuinely afraid of what he might decide to use. You should never have tried to escape, the voice in her head chided. He has to punish you and you know it. She shook her head to clear the thought; it was simply crazy to think she deserved punishment for trying to get free. Still, whether it was crazy or not, she knew that was exactly what was happening - she was being punished for her actions. When he returned she was surprised to see that all he had was a coil of rope and she looked at him quizzically. He caught her expression but said nothing as he went to work tying her up with the rope, the soft cord surprisingly kind to her skin as he looped it around her waist. She had a brief time of thinking that this wasn't so bad. In fact, the cotton against her skin was starting to turn her on. Sure, the rope was tight but she'd worn corsets that had been just as tight, if not more so. He snaked the rope between her legs and up behind her back. As he tightened it, she found it pulled tight against her labia separating those tender lips. The groan of pleasure surprised her but it was cut short when he circled her throat and sent the rope back down her back and around her groin again. The angle and tension of the ropes pulled the lips of her labia wide while at the same time pressed tight against her throat. Her breathing came in short breaths as every move she made felt like she was attempting to strangle herself. He continued to tie and eventually he bound her breasts. He was not kind, and she remembered that this was in fact punishment as he tightened the coils around her sensitive flesh causing them to bulge lewdly. Her nipples were engorged with blood and stood out straight from her body. During one pass, his hand accidentally touched the purple flesh and she gasped at the intensity of the sensation - pleasure bordering on pain or pain becoming pleasure, she couldn't be certain. When he'd finally finished, she was well and truly bound. The ropes held her like a corset limiting her breathing and preventing her from taking deep breaths. He paused for a moment to study his work before reaching forward to brush his finger across her erect nipple. She gasped again at the sensation but he paid her no mind and instead pinched the sensitive flesh - she cried out at the treatment. Bending forward, he took the untouched nipple between his lips sucking it and causing her to moan before his teeth raked across the flesh and she screamed for him to stop. Her screams went unanswered as he brutally sucked and teased the painfully erect and aroused nub. She didn't even feel his hand slide around her back. Didn't notice he'd caught hold of the rope he'd placed there until she felt it tighten. Until she could barely breath and her labia was brutally spread wide. And still he sucked and tormented her breasts, pulling hard against her nipples. When his free hand slid between her wide spread lips and fingered her now bulging clit she nearly passed out as she tried to gasp - the rope's coils had made air a precious commodity! Bucking and writhing against her restraints the lines between pain and pleasure blurred. Sensations rocketed throughout her body as the signals lost their cohesion. She was incredibly aroused and wet, and yet she could barely breath and her nipples felt as though they were on fire. He brutalized her nubs - both on top and below - pinching, teasing, biting, and whatever he could do to increase the intensity. She lost track of what hurt and what felt good, and nearly lost track of consciousness. The climax, when it came, slammed through her body like a tidal wave. Her back arched as a scream tore lose from her throat, warmth poured down her thighs as she lost control of her body, and for a moment that felt like an eternity her entire being gave itself to ecstasy. Unconsciousness followed the tidal wave of pleasure as she blacked out in her bonds. Chapter Twenty-Five: The bucket of cold water brought her back to consciousness with a scream of surprise. She was no longer tied to the wall and instead was lying on the floor close to it. The ropes had been removed and as far as she could tell she was completely unrestrained. She blinked water from her eyes as she stared up at him, noticing as she did that he was no longer naked. Instead he was casually dressed in black jeans and a button-up, though he hadn't bothered with footwear and still padded around on his bare feet. The look in his eyes was cold and dismissive and she found she missed the previous warmth that had resided there. She shook her head, angry with herself for the thought. "Go to your room, get cleaned up. I have a guest," he said simply. " I expect you in the dining room in thirty minutes." He was striding away before she had a chance to ask anything and she found herself staring open-mouthed at his retreating back. A guest, she wondered, and one she was meeting in the dining room and not here in the playroom. Her mind was abuzz with possibilities and speculation as she hurried to her room. She desperately needed a shower. Cognizant of her time limit and realizing it was the absolute wrong time to challenge 'Sir' she hurried through her shower focusing on getting clean and not on enjoying the hot water on her skin. She would have loved to take the time to shave, as it was something she hadn't had the opportunity to do since she got here, but the absence of a razor made it a moot point. Her hair was the biggest challenge and took a couple of rounds to get it clean and untangled. Still, she made good time and was towelling off within twenty minutes - honestly a bit of a record for her. Padding across the room as she ran a brush through her hair she noticed a simple white shift had been left on the bed for her. Finishing with her hair, she reached for the shift and pulled the garment over her shoulders and let the hem fall to her knees. It might have been a rather simple piece of clothing, but the material was silk and it felt spectacular across her skin - to the point it was almost arousing as it moved across her nipples when she moved. Realizing she had to be running short on time, she hurried out of the room, up the stairs and didn't slow till she neared the entry to the dinning room. That's when she heard them and it brought her up short. She hadn't known what to expect, but she'd assumed that Sir's guest would be a man - the voice that carried to her from the dining room was not male. Continuing more slowly she reached the door to the dining room and paused. Sir sat comfortably with his back to her while to his right sat a stunningly beautiful woman. Sir's guest had long ebony-black hair that looked as silky as the shift toy was wearing. She was dressed in a simple black business suit with a tight black skirt that showed off long, elegant legs. Her make-up was perfect and her face had a slightly Asian cast to it. "I see you're still working on teaching her manners," the voice was cold and it took a moment for Toy to realize the woman was speaking about her. "It's a work in progress," Sir conceded with the briefest of glances in Toy's direction. "That's because you're too soft," she replied though Toy could hear the tease in the woman's voice. "As you've said many times before," Sir replied with a smile. The woman cast her gaze over Toy, and it was all she could do not to shiver before that cold appraisal - instinctively, she dropped her gaze. "May I," the woman asked? And Toy had a moment of confusion when she realized the question wasn't directed at her. Sir gave a short nod and shifted his chair to watch as the woman stood drawing a riding crop from the table as she did. She personified strength as she moved, her hips swayed suggestively but her bearing was all business, the crop slapping idly into her hand. This woman was clearly used to being obeyed and Toy found herself flinching away as she approached. "Stand still!" The command froze Toy in place as she moved around her, occasionally using the crop to lift the hem of her shift, assessing and appraising as if she was debating buying. "Strip," she commanded and Toy blinked at her in surprise. SMACK! The crop came down hard across her silk covered ass and Toy yelped in surprise. "I didn't say to look at me," the woman snapped. "I said strip!" Toy pulled the shift over her head and dropped the fabric to the floor while the woman continued to circle her. She reached out and cupped her breasts before pinching her nipple painfully. "Ow!" Toy cried out but was ignored. "Oooo, the nipples perk up nicely," the woman called back with a glance over to Sir, he replied with a small nod and she continued her inspection - poking, prodding and groping as she did. Finally, she stepped in close to Toy and reached for her jaw, opening her mouth and peering inside. "Nice teeth too," she commented distractedly. "Alright," she announced as she stepped away from Toy and re-joined Sir at the table. "I can see why you chose her - decent body, sensitive to touch, and good reactions. Needs a bit of a tidy around the bush, legs and pits - but I always forget the hair doesn't bother you like it does most." That earned a small laugh from Sir. "A little more - what's the word you like? Spirit, that's it. A little more spirit than I like," she added with another look at Toy. "But nothing I can't manage." What the hell, Toy's brain screamed at her. Fuck! Who is this bitch? "The spirit is what makes them special," Sir replied and Toy got the impression that this was an often had debate between the two of them. "Maybe, but I'm guessing 'spirit' wrecked your car," she replied teasingly and was rewarded with a frown from Sir. "Thought so," she concluded. "Anyway that's fine for you, but in my business 'spirit' causes problems." In her business, Toy paled at the thought and her pulse began to rise as a queasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. "Fair," he agreed. "I could see that. Compliant would be easier to manage." "Definitely," she agreed before staring once again at Toy. "Still, there's something..." Chapter Twenty-Six: The two spoke for quite some time and Toy got the impression that they had a long history, neither was exactly warm with the other but... familiar... yes, that was the word, both seemed very familiar with the other. Like all the stories had been heard before. At one point Sir noticed her standing naked and paused briefly in the conversation. "You may kneel, Toy." She blinked at him for a moment and his eyes stayed with her as he waited. "Thank you, Sir," she finally managed, and sank to her knees on the hardwood floor. Instinct told her to drop her gaze and she had the feeling that she'd passed some strange test. "Okay," the strange woman finally said. "I'll do it." Toy's pulse raced at her words. What was okay, she wondered? What would she do? Out of the corner of her eye she saw the broad smile on Sir's face. "Excellent," Sir exclaimed. "And you're sure it won't interfere with business too much?" "The business will be fine. Besides, I'm pretty sure I owe you a favour or two. If taking care of your new pet will help even that out, then its well worth the time," she paused for a moment as she considered. "I do get to play with her though, right?" What, screamed Toy's mind? He's not going to let her is he? Sir laughed at the question and Toy forgot herself and stared open-mouthed at him. "I was hoping you would," he finally managed. "I think she could use some time with a different hand." "Oooo, I love playing with new toys," the woman smirked at wide-eyed Toy and gave her a suggestive wink. "We're going to have so much fun, Toy." The rest of the evening was relatively uneventful, Sir showed the woman the playrooms; but again, Toy got the impression she was already quite familiar with them. When Sir finally excused himself to get packed it was quite late and Toy was yawning. She'd been waiting for him to tell her what was going on, where he was going and when he'd be back? But, so far that hadn't happened. "Now you be a good girl, Toy," he said warmly and kissed her on the forehead. "Do as you're told and don't wreck the cars." She watched his retreating back in stunned silence and more than a little worry - he was leaving, had he decided she was too much trouble? Was he coming back for her? Tears welled up in her eyes, but thankfully did not fall. When he disappeared up the stairs she finally turned back to find the strange woman watching her appraisingly. Toy blushed. It felt like she'd shown this strange woman something intimate and private. "Interesting," the woman muttered quietly. "Now then, Toy," her tone more demanding, "Until Sir comes back, you are in my charge. You will find I am not nearly as soft hearted as my brother." Brother, blinked Toy. Sir was her brother? But they looked nothing alike. "You may call me Mistress," she continued as she began to pace in front of Toy. "If you forget, you will be flogged. If you disobey me, you will be flogged. If you talk back to me, you will be flogged." She paused and stared into Toy's eyes. "Do you understand me?" "Y... yes," Toy stammered and saw the flare in the woman's eyes. "Yes, Mistress," she corrected quickly and the woman gave a small smile and nod. "Good girl. Now then, off to bed with you, we have a long day tomorrow and I'm an early riser." Toy blinked at her and Mistress gave an exasperated sigh. "Go on then," she said and shooed her away. Toy crawled into bed, exhausted and terrified - she wondered what the morning would bring and, what was most surprising to her, found she already missed Sir. Chapter Twenty-Seven: Mistress was indeed an early riser. Toy felt like she'd just barely lied down when the woman came to get her. She wore a silk kimono belted at the waist, her long ebony hair untied and cascading down her back. "Come on then, Toy," she called briskly from the door before turning and heading back upstairs. Toy had to scramble to catch up with the woman, finally managing it as she mounted the stairs. Mistress gave no indication that she noticed Toy's presence. She walked with the certainty of a woman who was used to her directions being immediately followed. She didn't even acknowledge Toy until she'd returned to the guest suite and even that was brief and to the point. "The bathroom is over there," she pointed to the room off the suite. "I like my bath hot but not scalding, with three drops of the bath oil you'll find there." Toy blinked at her in surprise. "Toy?" "Yes, Mistress?" she was pleased she remembered to add the last. "Now!" "Yes, Mistress," she said with a small jump of surprise and hurried off to run the bath. Running that bath was perhaps the most stressful thing she could ever remember doing. Mistress was far stricter than Sir was and she had no doubt that Mistress would punish her if she messed up. She found the bath oil right where she'd been told it would be and she was careful to only add three drops to the running water. She checked and rechecked the temperature of the water, hoping she'd gotten it hot enough as it filled the big tub. She'd just turned off the taps when Mistress entered and she decided it was best to simply stay kneeling before the woman. Mistress had left the kimono in the bedroom and stood naked in the entryway, though her riding crop was still in her hand. Toy had a moment to take in the woman's naked form. Long, slender legs ran up to surprisingly full hips given Mistress' clearly Asian heritage and Toy once again wondered at the lineage that united her and Sir, though unlike Toy she was fully shaved. As her eyes roamed higher, she noted that the ebony haired woman's breasts were also fuller than she'd have expected and gravity seemed to have been kind to them so far. The motion of Mistress' riding crop gently slapping against her own naked thigh caught Toy's eye and she realized with a start that she'd been staring. She dropped her head even as she flushed with embarrassment. Chained Pt. 03 "If you've finished?" Mistress asked in a mocking tone. "Yes, Mistress," she stammered. "Sorry, Mistress." She was still doing her best to stare at the floor when she caught sight of Mistress' feet as she moved through the room. The sound of water hitting water caused her to start with surprise as she realized that Mistress was relieving herself. Toy knelt patiently while she waited for the woman to finish and before long the last trickling drops could be heard. "Toy?" "Yes, Mistress?" she asked looking toward the woman still sitting on the toilet. "I'm done." "Yes, Mistress," she agreed, wondering why the woman was telling her. "Toy," Mistress sighed. "I'm done, but I'm not clean." "Oh," she said with surprise finally realizing what the other woman expected. Tentatively she reached for the paper and hesitantly wiped Mistress clean. Mistress watched her the entire time and Toy felt certain she was being evaluated - and didn't think she was doing well. Mistress moved to the waiting bath and dipped one elegant foot into the water, pulling back with a deep frown. "Toy, what did I say about the bath?" "You said hot but not scalding, Mistress," she answered meekly. "That's right," she agreed and pointed to the tub. "And does that feel hot, but not scalding to you?" Toy cringed as she reached toward the tub and checked the temperature - it was warm at best. She realized the water had cooled while she'd been helping Mistress with her toilet. "Well?" Mistress demanded. "No, Mistress," she replied as conciliatory as she could. "No. It most definitely is not!" she snapped as she slapped the crop down in her open palm. "You know what that means, don't you Toy? Head down, bum up," she instructed. Fear ran cold through Toy's veins as she assumed the instructed position, her bare bottom lifted toward the other woman, her cheek pressed to the floor. SMACK! The crop slapped down hard across her cheeks leaving a burning stripe across her ass in its wake. Toy cried out in pain. SMACK! The second followed before the sting of the first had left. SMACK! The third even sooner and tears flowed uncontrolled down her cheeks. SMACK! The fourth even faster, followed almost immediately by the fifth. SMACK! Sobbing, she knew that her ass was a crisscross of long, painful welts. "Now fix the bath," Mistress instructed as she strode from the room. She quickly tended the bath, draining some of the colder water and replacing it with hot. She was just finishing as Mistress returned and Toy knelt meekly to the side - though her heels against her cheeks hurt like hell - as Mistress checked the temperature. "It's a little too hot," she frowned at Toy, who paled in response. "But it will do as a first attempt. I expect better tomorrow." Mistress climbed into the tub, letting her body submerge in the hot water. She pointed to the bath puff and bath gel and Toy hurriedly prepared them for her. Soaped and ready to be used, she offered them to Mistress who simply looked at her levelly. Toy bobbed catching the meaning in the look and quickly went to work washing Mistress. Chained Pt. 04 This is the fourth and final part of a story that was presented as a challenge for me to write. I don't condone or approve of true non-consent though admit the fantasy is an intriguing idea. I was asked to write a story pushing my own boundaries and here it is. This story has been shared as close to my mind to your computer as possible and may need further editing (which it will get if I decide to flesh it out and take it further) As an additional note, some have noticed that I've disabled comments to my stories... I've done this because the negativity of some of those comments (mostly anonymous) and the conflicting views (to hard on the heroine to not hard enough) was becoming extreme. In fact, I was inclined not to finish the story here at all; however, after several requests for me to do so, I find I can't deny those who are genuinely enjoying my writing. This story explores the D/s, BDSM, nonconsent, pain & pleasure concepts even further than previously. It also includes a fantasy scenario with electricity. I would like to remind everyone that this is fantasy. The things you read here may not be possible and I'm telling you... don't try this at home! Don't do it! As always the characters are all over 21 and again... it's not real. That said, enjoy... Chapter Twenty-Eight The morning passed quickly and relatively mundanely -- well other than the fact that she was completely naked and at the beck and call of a woman she knew only as Mistress. Once the morning abulations were done they got breakfast behind them -- which in itself was an education. Mistress expected her to eat on the floor, kneeling beside her chair. She only felt the sting of Mistress' crop on a couple of occasions and was actually surprised by how proud she felt that she was doing so well. Frustration followed that pride and the part of her that wouldn't be quiet and refused to submit, railed against the feeling -- her back stiffening as she trailed behind Mistress on the way to the playroom. She briefly entertained the idea of trying to overpower Mistress; of trying to escape again but fear held the temptation in check. Even if she managed it she would still be collared and unable to leave the property. No, without a better understanding of how the collar worked or at least how to get it off her options were limited -- she would have to bide her time. In the playroom she stood docile while Mistress attached the restraints to her wrists and the dark haired woman frowned at her. "You're behaving well," Mistress commented. "Thank you, Mistress," she replied meekly and dropped her gaze to the floor. She didn't see Mistress' deepening frown as the other woman pulled on the rope raising her secured wrists above her head. "I'm a bit surprised," Mistress continued. "Given the spirit you showed last night and the damage to my brother's SUV I was expecting more... defiance." She said nothing as her arms were pulled painfully above her head, her feet beginning to lift from the floor. "So, that means one of two things, either you've fully embraced your lot in life in the last twelve hours or," a sharp pull on the rope brought her up to her toes causing her to grunt in pain. "You think you can play me." Mistress tied off the rope leaving her hanging painfully, barely able to support herself on her tiptoes. Retrieving something from the cabinet, Mistress returned with a dark look on her face. "Care to guess which one I think it is?" Helpless, she eyed Mistress in terror as the cat-o-nine tails became clear in her hands and an evil smirk spread across Mistress' face. The first strike of the whip was relatively light, the leather tails slapping down across her breasts and abdomen. The light touch caused an immediate reaction in her nipples as they naturally responded to the near caressing sensation. Mistress continued to smile as she watched the hardening flesh. "You see," she said as she brought the whip across a second time, her eyes still affixed to the rising flesh. "My brother is a lovely man -- he's kind and caring, but he's altogether too soft." The third strike came harder and caused a small cry of pain that actually moved Mistress' gaze away from her hardening nipples to her face. "I'm not soft," she explained. "I never have been." The fourth strike followed the third as Mistress punctuated her words with lashings. "No, I would never have paid for you -- I would have taken you." A fifth! Harder than the last. "And you can bet you would have been broken by now." Tears flowed with the sixth lash, a crisscross of red welts across her chest, her nipples as hard as they had ever been. Pain shouldn't work this way, she thought briefly. "In my business I have clients who would pay handsomely for the chance to do it." The seventh came low across her abdomen and she yelped in surprise. Mistress closed the distance between them her dainty fingers tracing the path of the welts on Toy's breasts. The light caress was at odds to the pain so recently experienced and Toy moaned and the touch. "And there's the key," Mistress whispered seductively as her hands caressed Toy's breasts. "The right combination of pleasure." Long nails scratched across the tender flesh of Toy's nipples causing her breath to catch in her throat. "And pain!" Toy cried out as her nipple was visciously pinched and twisted. "Now," Mistress caressed the thick leather handle of the whip down Toys body. "For some reason I think that if I check right now, I'll find you very, very wet." She circled the handle around Toy's belly button as she considered and Toy shivered in... What? Her brain screamed at her, anticipation? How can this be exciting? Mistress moved the whip across Toy's bush and pelvis spreading her legs slightly as she quested forward. "Just as I suspected," the ebony haired woman laughed. "You're so fucking turned on right now, you're dripping." "No... I'm not..." Toy tried to deny but Mistress just laughed harder. "Oh, but you are," Mistress contradicted as she roughly thrust the thick leather handle of the whip up into Toy's pussy. Toy groaned in pleasure and nearly came right then. Slowly at first Mistress began to fuck her with the whip -- in and out, in and out -- each entry punctuated by a moan of pleasure from the helpless Toy. "You see," Mistress purred as her free hand moving to Toy's nipple. "You are what we affectionately call a pain slut." She twisted the hard nub between her fingers as she thrust the handle into Toy's soaking slit. "Now, I don't know your limits, but I do know that pain and pleasure are all mixed up for you -- they're nearly the same thing, you lucky girl." Mistress fucked her harder and deeper with the handle and Toy's breathing became faster and raspier. Mistress cupped Toy's breast as she leaned in close. "My brother suspected, but he wanted a second opinion, bless him." Mistress could feel the heat from Toy's body, could hear the shallow breathing, could feel the tension building and knew she was close as she pressed against the chained woman. She stared into Toy's eyes, read the passion she found in them even as Toy struggled to keep them open. Perfect white teeth bit down hard on the soft pale skin of Toy's breast, even as the improvised dildo drove deep into her vagina. Pain kicked Toy's arousal over the edge and she came screaming like a banshee - her body bucking and twitching as muscles clamped and spasmed. The crescendo hit like a hurricane. When it finally passed -- an eternity later -- Toy was left exhausted and drained as she struggled to calm her breathing. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks and hung limply in her restraints. Mistress pulled the whip from her battered pussy with a viscious tug and Toy cried out in pain -- real pain -- as she did. "Not as much fun after the rush," Mistress teased as she wiped the leather clean. "Oh, we are going to have so much fun, you and I." Chapter Twenty-Nine She'd assumed that Mistress would let her down after she'd come so intensely, but unlike Sir, Mistress didn't seem to care about giving her time to recover. She was left hanging -- literally -- while Mistress went to the cabinet. She looked on in exhausted interest as the dark haired woman opened the cabinet wide. She gathered a few items and returned to where Toy hung. "Now then," Mistress began. "We have some training to do," she announced as she held up a large, thick dildo. Toy's eyes went wide at the sight of it. "That... that..." she stammered. "That won't fit." The other woman merely smirked evilly. "We won't know till we try." Toy struggled in her bonds as the woman approached even going so far as to kick out at the other woman. Mistress narrowly avoided her flailing feet and frowned in disapproval. "I see," the dark haired woman said coldly as she stepped back. "So be it." Putting the dildo aside, she gathered up a length of rope and approached Toy again. This time when Toy kicked out at her she struck, quick as a viper, looping the rope around Toy's ankle. Mistress snugged the rope to a hook on the wall tying it off before making a play for the other ankle. Toy soon found her ankles secured tightly, her legs spread as she hung painfully by her wrists. "Now then," she commented as she gathered up the large dildo again. "Where were we? Oh, and try not to struggle too much -- I'd hate to have to explain to my brother how you dislocated your shoulder." Toy watched her approach and again shifted and struggled against her bonds. Her struggling strained painfully against her shoulders and was mostly ineffective. She tried to bring her legs together, shifting her hips as she did -- anything to make it difficult for Mistress to violate her with that massive thing. SLAP! The open hand against her cheek stunned Toy more than it hurt her, stopping her struggles cold. She glared at the other woman who smiled wickedly back at her. "Oooo," Mistress purred. "That caught her attention." "You..." Toy began. SLAP! The second open hand rocked her head back and stung like hell. "You... what?" Mistress asked as Toy eyed her warily. "Come on, you what?" Toy held her tongue, trying not to be baited. Mistress reached out and twisted her nipple visciously making her cry out in pain. "What?" Mistress demanded as she reached for her other nipple. Toy held her tongue as she pinched it painfully. "I'd tell me Toy," Mistress warned as she began slowly twisting the sensitive flesh. Toy gasped in pain but she didn't relent. "Tell me," she demanded! "BITCH!" Toy screamed as the pain became nearly unbearable. "See," Mistress laughed releasing her nipple. "Was that so hard?" "You fucking bitch," she sobbed. Mistress stepped in close, her hand slipping down Toy's body to her pussy. "And don't you fucking forget it," she whispered harshly before pinching the nub of her clit. Toy screamed in agony. Chapter Thirty: "That's better," announced Mistress. "You've almost soaked my fingers, you horny little slut!" She shook her head in denial at Mistress' statement wishing it weren't so, but knowing the bitch was right. She could feel the moisture on her inside thigh. Her body reacted to the abuse. Fuck, she thought, what the hell was wrong with her? Her musing came to abrupt end as Mistress thrust the massive dildo up inside her. She screamed out again as her pussy lips were brutally stretched. She'd never felt so wide, never felt so filled before in her life. The massive toy pushed roughly against the walls of her vagina the sensations overwhelming, as it seemed to slam all the way up to her cervix. Mistress gave her no time to adjust to the size of the toy. No time to relax and get comfortable with its width like Sir had done previously. No, she immediately pulled the toy back and slammed it in again, an evil smirk on her lips as Toy screamed out again. "See," she taunted. "Mistress knows just what cheap little sluts need!" Bracing herself against the wall, Mistress began violating Toy in earnest. The enormous phallus was thrust in and out, again and again. It's sheer girth allowed the toy to hit all of Toy's erogenous spots which each thrust and she was soon panting as pain transitioned to pleasure then back to pain. Her body reacted to the torment making her wetter and wetter, easing the passage of the dildo. Cries of pain gave way to cries of pleasure and Mistress laughed as Toy's screams of "Stop" became screams of "Oh, god!" "That's it slut! Come for me, come for Mistress!" Toy had no choice. The waves of sensation carried her away. She climaxed against Mistress' thrusting. Her body released itself, fluid pouring freely from her pussy and down the shaft of the toy. "Ugh! You bitch!" yelled Mistress as she brutally pulled the dildo from Toy's pussy, its absence leaving her feeling suddenly empty. "You got your nasty come all over my hand, you little skank." She shoved her fingers into Toy's mouth. "Clean it off!" Toy's mouth was filled with the strange combination of salty-sweetness, as she tasted her own juices. "I said, clean them!" Mistress demanded threateningly and Toy began sucking the woman's fingers clean. The flavour was surprisingly good and Toy soon found herself questing for more with her tongue as Mistress stuck her fingers deeply into her mouth. All the while Mistress laughed at her. Chapter Thirty-One: After she'd finished cleaning the sticky discharge from Mistress' fingers, Toy was released enough to be able to stand flat-footed on the floor. She wanted nothing more than to be able to pull her legs together, but that wasn't an option and her aching vagina still lewdly seeped moisture. Mistress left her for a few minutes and she was able to take the time to steady her breathing. She felt humiliated and betrayed by her body. It was bad enough that she was suffering this abuse, but the fact that her body was responding -- the fact that she'd had the most intense orgasms of her life -- that was insane. What the fuck is wrong with me, she wondered? Maybe she really was... No, she slammed the door on the burgeoning thought! Mistress' return filled her with a strange combination of dread and relief, dread for all the obvious reasons but relief because it saved her from her own traitorous thoughts. She watched in curiousity as the ebony haired woman crossed the room with a small box and a tangle of cables. "Ready for the next step in your training?" the woman asked rhetorically as she closed the distance between them and attached a small clamp to her nipple. Toy squirmed at the pinch as Mistress tightened the clamp on the tender flesh and Toy couldn't help think back to how much she'd thought the clamps hurt when Sir had first done the same -- that seemed so long ago. Mistress made quick work of the clamps, attaching them to Toy's nipples and clit. Next, she took what looked like a polished metal vibrator on a cable and slid it into Toy's vagina -- after the recent penetration, Toy barely noticed the dildo and looked on in confusion. Mistress laughed at her expression. "That's not where it's going," she advised. "Just wanted it nicely lubed -- and since you're so wet..." The metal dildo ended up shoved roughly and uncomfortably into Toy's rectum, her sphincter clamping shut on the cable when the toy was all the way in even as Toy found herself gasping in surprise. Finally, something very much like a horse's bit was placed in her mouth and tightened behind her head. Instead of metal the bit was made from a thick bundle of leather and stretched her lips painfully. The gag prevented her from closing her mouth completely and made talking impossible. It also filled her with fear as Toy was beginning to realize that these measures were more extreme than things she'd previously experienced. "Now then," Mistress began. "I know the collar my brother put on you has left you unconscious on a couple of occasions -- the electric shock knocking you out as you tried to escape." Mistress lifted the small box from the table she'd left it on and plugged the various cables into it. It suddenly came to Toy and she cried out as she tried to beg her not too. Mistress gave her an exaggerated wink and moved her hand to the small dial on the box. Toys eyes went wide as she followed the movement. "You see," Mistress continued. "Electricity doesn't have to be an all or nothing kind of thing." As she moved the dial one notch Toy's flesh tingled at the metal contact points. So low it was almost a tickle and she squirmed uncomfortably as she tried, in vane, to move away from it. "It can be teasing. Or," she turned the dial several notches further and the tickle became a shock. Toy cried out as her body quivered in the throws of the current. Her nipples and clit hardened, her muscles locked, her sphincter spasmed tighter and she bit down hard on the leather gag. "It can be pain," Mistress added before turning the dial back. Toy hung limply as the current left her. Chapter Thirty-Two: The low tingle flowed through her body as Mistress used the lowest setting to tease her. The tingling caused her body to shiver in excitement as it stimulated the nerve endings in her flesh. Her nipples hardened from the stimulation and she began to squirm as her vagina began to moisten again. The low charge even caused the muscles of her anus to quiver and shake leaving Toy with the humiliating fear that she was going to loose control of her bowls. The fear must've shown in her face as Mistress began laughing to herself while Toy clenched down to prevent a possible accident. Toy knew that a reprieve wouldn't be coming, despite her reaction and she wasn't surprised when Mistress turned the charge up a notch. The increasing intensity caused Toy to moan around her gag, the tingling in her pussy leading her down the path to another climax. For what felt like an eternity, Mistress increased and decreased the intensity of the charge going through Toy's body. There was no discernable pattern that Toy could find and she found herself caught off guard by a sudden burst of electricity, made all the more intense by the equally random sudden lack of it. Mistress played with her body like it was the toy they'd named her. Up, down, intense, then nothing -- Mistress kept her on the edge of a climax, always leaving it just out of reach. Mistress brought her so close so often that frustration welled up inside her -- if not for the gag she'd have begged for release. Instead she simply moaned as she drooled around the gag, and tears of frustration welled in the corners of her eyes. On and on, Mistress tormented her. Finally, when Toy had tears running freely down her cheeks, Mistress had mercy. She turned the power up instead of down. Toy bit down hard against the gag as the intensity knocked her over the edge, electricity sending her muscles in convulsions. The climax hit her hard and Toy lost any semblance of control over her body. Her muscles stiffened and clenched, her body arching against the restraints. Mistress kept up the intensity and Toy walked the edge of pain as her body stiffened and ached. Toys breathing came fast and shallow as she rode the never-ending orgasm. Finally, when Toy was certain she could take no more, Mistress cut the power. The sudden absence caused Toy's muscles to release. She collapsed in her restraints as her body simply lost its ability to hold her up and the world faded to black as she slipped into unconsciousness. Chapter Thirty-Three: The strangest sensation returned Toy to consciousness - wet tickling against her underarms. Opening her eyes, she found that her arms were once again stretched high above her head. The clamps and gag were nowhere to be seen and Mistress was using Sir's shaving brush to lather her armpits. Toy shivered from the tickling. Chained Pt. 04 "Ah, you're awake," Mistress commented as she worked. "Good." "What... what are you doing?" "What do you think I'm doing?" she retorted. "My brother might not have an issue with hair, but I prefer my toys silky smooth," she added as she slid the razor across Toy's stretched underarm, removing the hair growing there. Toy watched in silence as she worked, it was clear Mistress had experience with this sort of thing and she made short work of the task before moving to the other side. "Now then," Mistress commented as she finished with the underarms. "You have a choice, I can take care of that tangled mess," she gestured downwards, "here or I can lie you down to do it. It'll be easier on you if I lie you down, but that means moving you -- which I won't do if I think you're going to give me a hard time." Mistress looked expectantly at Toy waiting for an answer. "I'll...," she stumbled over her words as her jaw ached from the gag that had so recently occupied her mouth. She tried again. "I'll be good, Mistress," she said meekly, too exhausted to offer much attitude even if she wanted too. "Excellent," Mistress commented and unshackled her ankles before releasing the tension in the wrist restraints and leading her to the heavy wood table. All the while, Toy was still leashed and the restraints were never completely removed. She could have fought, but it would have been pointless -- she wouldn't have been able to free herself and the punishment, she knew, would have been intense. Mistress laid her back across the table, clipping her wrists to the loop at the head of the table before lifting her knees and spreading her legs. Toy was surprised that she still had the ability to get embarrassed after all she'd been through, but as she lay there -- her pussy exposed lewdly -- she felt the blush across her skin. A blush that reddened as Mistress began lathering up her pubic bush... the warm water trickling down the folds of her labia. "Now, no moving," Mistress cautioned. "We don't want to cut you by accident," she added holding the razor up for Toy to see. Toy closed her eyes as Mistress went to work and soon realized that that was a bad idea. The feeling of the razor against her skin, of Mistress' fingers as she worked, of the soap running down her flesh to her ass -- it all seemed more intense with her eyes closed. As Mistress worked, Toy found herself feeling a strange collection of emotions -- aroused yet relaxed, humiliated yet pampered -- her mind was a conflicted mess and she felt tired just trying to sort them all out. Chapter Thirty-Four: Mistress used a warm damp cloth to clean up the last remnants of soap from Toy's pussy before declaring herself finished and stepping back to admire her handiwork. "It's not bad," she announced. "Though a proper waxing will definitely do a better job, unfortunately I wasn't prepared for that. This will do for now." She stepped around to Toy's head and caught hold of her leash. "Now then," she commented. "If you think you can behave yourself, I was thinking of finding us lunch." Now that Mistress mentioned it, she noticed that her stomach was rumbling. Breakfast seemed so long ago, and in fairness without windows in the room, she had no idea how much time had passed. It felt like hours. "I'll behave Mistress," she promised. Mistress eyed her critically before finally nodding and unfastening her hands from the loop that held them. As Mistress led her out to the kitchen, she noticed how cool the air was against her damp and newly shaved vagina, the cool breeze sending shivers through her body. Lunch followed the same pattern as breakfast, with Mistress placing Toy's food in a bowl on the floor and Toy kneeling to eat while Mistress sat at the table, occasionally adding scraps from her own plate to Toy's bowl. "I thought," Mistress began out of the blue. "That we might take a walk outside." Toy's head came up in surprise as she stared at Mistress trying to decide if the woman was serious or just messing with her. Mistress gave her a smirk of amusement. "Would you not like a walk, Toy?" "Yes..." she stammered. "Yes, Mistress. I would love a walk." "Then it's decided. Finish up your lunch and we'll be underway." She positively wolfed down the rest of her food and Mistress chuckled as she watched her. "Easy, Toy. You don't want to make yourself sick now." "Yes, ma'am," Toy replied as she did her best to slow down. Finally, Toy's bowl cleaned and Mistress coming to the end of her own meal Mistress pushed her plate away and announced they were ready. Toy was giddy with anticipation it had been ages since she'd seen the sun, felt its warmth on her skin, breathed in fresh air. She was nearly bouncing when Mistress took hold of her leash and led her through the house to the back door. Toy hadn't come out this way before, her previous escape attempts had been through the front and as she neared the screen door leading to the back porch she was greeted with an incredible view. The back of Sir's house led down to a white sand beach and a seemingly endless expanse of water. She hesitated at the door and Mistress paused as the leash met resistance. "Toy?" she asked as she turned and then realized what had caused her to stop. "Don't worry, the electric fencing that activates the collar extends much farther back here. You're completely fine to come outside." Gazing nervously at Mistress, she took a hesitant step across the threshold and onto the back deck. No electric shocks found her and she stepped forward again. Mistress encouraged her as she moved and soon she was being led down the back stairs to the beach. Toy gazed in wonder. Sir's property must have been on a peninsula as every direction she looked was surrounded by water, it extended as far as the eye could see and eventually the deep blue sea met the lighter blue of the horizon far, far off in the distance. Mistress let her stare in wonder for a few moments before giving a light tug on the leash and drawing her attention. "Now then," Mistress began. "Listen to me well." She paused to make sure she had Toy's undivided attention and Toy made a point of holding eye contact with her to show her she was listening. "Good," Mistress acknowledged. "As you know, the front of the house is fenced. That fence extends far into the water on either side." She pointed out the buoys that bobbed in a line in the water on either side of the house. "If you cross those, the collar will activate and you will drown before anyone can save you. Do you understand?" Toy nodded, her eyes a bit wide at the thought of suffering the intense shock of the collar while deep in the water. "Behind us is open ocean," Mistress continued. "There is no fence, just miles and miles of open sea -- go too far out and you likely aren't making it back." Again Toy nodded her understanding. "And finally," Mistress said holding up a narrow whistle and blowing it -- the sound was shrill and piercing. "When I blow this you return immediately. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress," she agreed excitedly nearly bouncing with anticipation. "Good girl," Mistress said warmly. "Now, go play." Mistress unclasped the leash and swatted her lightly on the ass to encourage her. Toy ran across the beach and into the ocean surf, the warm waves crashing against her naked body. She frolicked and swam, the sun shining down on her skin as she played. Looking back toward the house, she saw Mistress sitting at a patio table an umbrella protecting her pale skin from the sun's rays as she sipped at a drink. Toy noticed that Sir's home was the only structure she could see. Besides being at the end of the peninsula it seemed that no one else had built anywhere near him. Trees, beach and water were the house's only companions. Toy once again wondered where in the world she was. The beach and trees she could see suggested a regularly warm place, though that didn't help as that allowed for an awful lot of places. She decided to stop worrying about the location and just enjoy the perfection of the place and the day. She didn't know when Mistress would call her back and she wanted to have as much fun as she possibly could. A few hours of this, she thought, could make a lot of stuff more bearable. She gave her head a shake, disturbed that the thought had even occurred to her. Besides, the thought continued, the other stuff wasn't all bad. Sure, Mistress and Sir were hard on her, but she'd never felt so aroused or wanted -- and the climaxes... wow! Chapter Thirty-Five: She lost track of time as she played in the ocean surf and enjoyed the feel of the sun on her shoulders. There was something about being completely naked in the water, the waves gently tossing her about. It was hard to explain, even to herself, but she felt incredibly in touch with nature, totally free -- of worry, of stress, of frustrations, everything. When she finally heard the whistle to return she was lying on the beach at the edge of the surf, the waves lapping against her body and the sun low in the sky. With a small sigh of disappointment she began sat up and brushed the sand from her body. Her skin felt sticky with dried salt and she knew her hair was a tangled mess. She hoped that Mistress would give her a chance to shower. Walking back up the beach towards the house, she noticed that Mistress was no longer sitting alone at the patio table. Squinting to see better, she gave a little squeal of joy and broke into a run. Sir was back! He watched her appreciatively as she ran towards him and she blushed as she realized she probably made quite the sight buck-naked running up the beach, but she didn't care and he clearly enjoyed the view. Reaching the table she dropped to her knees before him and hugged his legs. "You're home," she gushed excitedly. "I've missed you. When did you get in? How was your trip? Where did you go?" "Now that is the kind of greeting I could get used to, my little mermaid," he replied with a small laugh and stroked the hair from her face. "I see your time with Mistress has been good?" "Oh yes Sir," she agreed. "Mistress has shown me a great number of things." "And there's still so much more," Mistress agreed from behind her sunglasses. "Are you sure I can't take her back to the mainland for a time? I promise she'll come back better than ever." She noticed the look that Sir gave her but knew better than to comment. As much as she'd learned a lot about herself and her likes and dislikes with Mistress, she was pretty certain she didn't want to join Mistress on the mainland. Mistress had said enough about her work that she knew she would be one of many in her employ. No, if she was given the choice she would stay here -- of course, the choice wasn't hers and she watched Sir from the corner of her eye as she cuddled against his legs. "I appreciate the offer," Sir replied. "And I thank you for looking after Toy for me, but I think I'll enjoy her myself for a bit." A feeling of relief warmed her body and she leaned her head on Sir's thigh, his fingers stroking the back of her head and trying not to get tangled in the damp mess that was her hair. "Well, in that case, my work here is done and its time for me to get back to reality." "Now, now," Sir commented. "Spend another evening and leave in the morning." "Tempting, but I have businesses to run." "Oh, business is fine and you know it," Sir countered. "It can all wait till tomorrow and that way Toy can properly thank you for all your help." Toy perked her head up at Sir's offer giving Mistress a smile. "Absolutely," Toy agreed. "You've shown me so much pleasure and taught me so much about myself, I'd love to make you smile." She added the last with a mischievous smile. Mistress looked from one to the other. "All right, all right," she finally relented. "I'll stay one more night. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some packing to do." Mistress retired to the house while Sir and Toy sat and watched the slowly setting sun as the sky turned a vibrant orange. "So," Sir began, "You were a good girl for my sister?" "Yes Sir," she nodded her head against his leg. "I'm glad to hear it. She tells me that you're more into pain than I initially thought." She blushed fiercely at his words, but held her tongue -- she wasn't sure if that had been a question. "We'll have to explore that further," he added and she hugged him tighter. "Oh, I picked up some things for you while I was away." She turned to look at him, the question clear in her eyes and he laughed. "I can't travel without coming back with presents, now can I?" She smiled and he continued. "But I also told you that if you were a good girl I would give you the chance to learn and study, have you given that any thought?" She had been thinking about his offer. It basically amounted to -- be a good toy and she would be able to pursue her own interests and education. She'd been surprised at how much that offer had appealed to her. There was a time, before all this had happened, that she would've answered that offer with an immediate no. But after her time with Sir and Mistress and the pleasure they could bring her, knowing that her family didn't want her, and knowing that Sir did, not to mention the addition of this tropical paradise. Well, the answer wasn't as straightforward as it once would have been. "Well, we can talk about that tomorrow. For now, why don't you go get showered and cleaned up so you can say goodbye to my sister properly." "Yes Sir," she said with a smile as she got to her feet and leaned forward to kiss him. His lips were as firm as she remembered and distracting enough that she didn't notice his hand roam over her body until he pinched her nipple roughly. The small gasp caught in her throat as she melted against him, her kiss becoming more passionate as his fingers sent tingles through her body. "Oh," he said with a smile as they parted. "We'll definitely have to explore that later." Chapter Thirty-Six: She was brushing out her freshly washed hair when he entered the bathroom. She saw his smile in the mirror as he paused for a moment to check her out and a warm flush crossed her skin. She realized that she really liked the way he looked at her. She'd had boyfriends in the past that couldn't manage that look. Sir was definitely not her boyfriend, and she knew it would be a mistake to try and treat him as such. She frowned at her own reflection as she looked at the collar she wore. No, she thought, definitely not a boyfriend. Turning to greet him, she had the smile back on her face. Mistress had told her she should never make eye contact with her master -- it was a mark of defiance. But Sir never seemed to take it that way. He grinned at her and didn't try to hide the fact that his eyes ran up and down her body. "You look gorgeous," he said softly. "Shaved bald -- my sister's preference for her pets," he commented, his eyes lingering on her smooth shaven genitals. "I," he continued as his eyes moved back up to hers. "I don't have a preference. You may grown it back if you prefer." "I don't know," she replied, she hadn't given it much thought and she turned to look at herself in the mirror. "It's new to me. I think I'd like to try it for a while if that's alright?" Sir nodded his acquiescence. "I'll pick up the stuff to let you maintain it." "I could come with you," she commented boldly and his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he considered her. "You shouldn't be shopping for your toy," she quickly continued and he continued to eye her. "I'll consider it," he finally replied before turning to her bedroom. She followed in his wake. "Now then, my sister is waiting for you in the guest room upstairs." She blinked in surprise. "The guest room?" "Yes, the guest room," he confirmed. "And when she's done with you, you can crash in my room if you like." She watched his retreating back as she gathered her thoughts. The offer to sleep in Sir's room was quite the surprise, after her last visit to it she'd figured that she'd be locked away when he was done with her but he wasn't doing that at all -- just the opposite. Sir's too trusting, the little voice in her head commented and she found herself agreeing with it. She frowned at herself. I'll worry about it later, she decided. For now I mustn't keep Mistress waiting. One last look in the mirror to ensure she was presentable and she padded off to the guest room. When she arrived at the room she gave a light knock at the door, then did her best to wait demurely. She kept her eyes down as Mistress preferred and did her best not to fidget. She could hear Mistress moving around inside but resisted the urge to knock again. She was sure she'd been heard. As the minutes passed, she did her best to keep the smile off her face. She knew Mistress would keep her waiting -- it was just part of her personality -- and she refused to let it bother her. Mistress finally opened the door and Toy was careful to keep her eyes down, even as she absorbed the short black silk kimono style robe Mistress wore. She was ushered into the room and the door closed. Mistress moved around her, her fingers barely touching against her skin as she moved. Toy shivered at the tickle. As Mistress completed her circuit, her fingers drifted over Toy's breasts and she paused to pinch the hardening nipple. Toy gasped at the brief pain. "You respond so well," Mistress commented. "That its very tempting to play with you." Her long manicured nails scratched down her chest leaving long red scratches in their wake. "But," she continued. "Tonight is about my pleasure, not yours." "Yes Mistress," Toy agreed as the woman moved towards her, arm sliding around Toy's waist and pulling her into an embrace. Mistress' fingers caught under her chin and lifted her lips to meet hers. That first kiss was almost tender - gentle. The second was harder, more urgent, as Mistress' mouth pressed against hers. She felt the dark-haired beauty's tongue tease against her parted lips and Toy welcomed it with her own. Their tongues teased and played before Mistress pulled back biting Toy's lip even as Toy found herself chasing after the other woman's lips. Embracing and kissing Toy moved her mouth along the nape of Mistress' neck, her teeth gently biting the woman's pale flesh as she worked her way to the lapel of the silk kimono. Mistress murmured her appreciation as Toy kissed and teased down her collar bone the soft silk whispering across her skin as Toy exposed the creamy flesh beneath it. Black silk fell to the floor as Toy's teeth closed on Mistress' hardening nipple and Toy was rewarded with the sensation of Mistress' nails clawing painfully down her back. Both women moaned together. Mistress collapsed back onto the bed as she pushed Toy further down to kneel on the floor. Toy slipped the woman's legs over her shoulders and bit sharply into the soft tender skin of her inner thigh. Mistress yelped in surprise before reaching down for Toy's head and tangling her fingers in her hair. Mistress pulled Toy forward and Toy led with her teeth, finding Mistress' clit even as the woman tried to grind her pelvic bone into her. Mistress groaned as her teeth closed on the sensitive flesh and Toy was soon teasing and tormenting the other woman in earnest while her hands quested up towards her engorged nipples, visciously pinching the tender buds. Pinching and biting soon had Mistress moaning loudly and Toy showed her no mercy. She refused to release the nub in between her lips, instead dragging her teeth up and down the flesh driving the woman further and further into ecstasy. Mistress was soon bucking and writhing against Toys talented mouth, her fingers clawing at the bed sheets and still Toy refused to let up as she brutally twisted the flesh of her nipples and assaulted her vagina. Chained Pt. 04 The scream that finally tore from Mistress' throat was paired with a gush of liquid from her pussy that initially caught Toy off guard -- though she did her best swallow even as she continued to punish the exhausted woman's clit. A spasm ran through Mistress, her whole body shuddering with the intensity. It was followed by a second, then a third -- each coming as Toy lashed her tongue across her slit. Her breathing was ragged and short when Toy finally felt Mistress' fingers in her hair again as the woman pulled her free from her abused pussy. Toy released her hold and Mistress collapsed exhausted, her body curling up protectively as her breathing steadied. The woman was soon asleep and Toy crept out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her, before padding down the hall towards Sir's bedroom. Chapter Thirty-Seven: Sir lounged on the large bed reading when Toy gently knocked at the doorframe. He looked up, greeting her with a smile and patting the bed for her to come and sit. Toy crossed the room and crawled onto the bed, cuddling close. "My sister's all taken care of?" "Sleeping soundly," she agreed with a smile. "Good girl," he praised. "So, how did you find your time with Mistress?" Toy shifted as she considered her answer. Mistress had pushed her boundaries and she'd learned a lot about herself in the process, so in some ways she really appreciated the woman's ministrations. But on the flip side, she'd also been brutal and harsh, and the thought of being permanently in the woman's care scared the hell out of her. She said as much to Sir. "Yep, that pretty much sums up my sister," he agreed with a laugh. "So, lets talk about you, you seem different from the woman who handcuffed me to my own bed and wrecked my car trying to leave?" Toy tensed as she found herself wondering where this conversation was going. "I...," she began uncertainly, "I'm not sure what you want me to say, Sir." "Just tell me what you're thinking. We'll work it out from there." She swallowed harshly as she attempted to gather the maelstrom of emotions and thoughts. "Well," she finally began, deciding that she had nothing left to lose. "I hate that you bought me. I hate that my mother sold me to you. And, I really hate that you're holding me prisoner!" She paused and waited for him to react, she was disappointed. He simply sat, watching, waiting for her to continue. She couldn't hold his gaze and she found herself looking at the bedding as she continued, tears welling up in her eyes. "And most of all," she said barely more than a whisper. "I hate myself. I hate myself for reacting, for getting turned on and aroused, for climaxing," she looked up again a tear running down her cheek, "For wanting more." His eyes held sympathy and kindness as he gently wiped the tear from her face, she found herself subconsciously leaning into his touch and he smiled. "Feels good to get that out, doesn't it?" She nodded simply and he smiled reassuringly. "Part of me is tempted to give you options," he began. "To make deals with you, offer you rewards in exchange for you submission. Hell, that's why I picked up this University booklet," he gestured to the paper he'd set aside. She looked on in surprise at his admission, her brain already toying with the idea of what she'd be willing to give up and how much it was worth to her. The thoughts raced through her head, disorganized and confused. "But," he added. "Another part of me is screaming that that is absolutely the wrong thing to do," he gave her a small smile. "You see Toy, you're not the only one who finds themselves conflicted. But," he continued, his eyes hardening with his resolve. "I think I'm going to have to go on instinct here. And instinct is pretty clear... You. Are. Mine." Toy was stunned by the thrill those three words sent through her. She refused to admit it out loud -- hell she was barely willing to admit it to herself -- but she couldn't deny it either. "Now then," he said as he got up and used Toy's collar to pull her to her feet. She stared at him, paralyzed by the tone of command in his voice. "Get your ass down to the playroom. I'll be down shortly to fuck you!" It took a moment for his words to register and he frowned. "Go!" he snapped. SMACK! Her ass stung and her heart skipped a beat as he punctuated his command with a slap to her bare ass. She hurried out of the room. Chapter Thirty-Eight: He took his time before joining Toy in the playroom. He wanted to ensure that she had no idea how eager he was to have her and also knew that making her wait was its own form of domination. When he finally arrived he was pleased to find her kneeling in the middle of the room, her head bowed submissively as she waited for him. A little tingle of excitement flowed through his body. He'd hoped he and his sister had managed to wear her down, had managed to get her to the point where she'd accept her place. Not every one would, not every one was wired that way, but he had an instinct about such things. That coupled with the research he'd done before purchasing her had paid off -- you never really knew until it happened. She waited for him quietly as he stripped off his clothes. Not a word was spoken between them as he crossed the room and stood in front of her, lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. She blushed at the hunger she saw reflected in his and her gaze slid down his body to his semi-hard cock. Her pink tongue wetting her lips in anticipation sent a spasm through his shaft and she leaned forward to kiss his hardening member. The feel of her lips and tongue on the head of his cock was irresistible and he pulled her towards him sliding further into her mouth, shivering as her teeth raked across his sensitive flesh. She sucked and teased, nipped and licked as he slid in and out of her hungry mouth. When he plunged his cock roughly down her throat, she gagged as he released. He watched her reactions curiously as she took a moment to catch her breath before going back to work on his shaft. A small smile crossed his lips, he'd expected at least a flicker of defiance and instead she was eagerly devouring him. He plunged deeply again, holding the back of her head briefly, before releasing. Tears accompanied the gagging this time but she didn't pause. Her hands clenched his hips as she pulled him into her mouth, swallowing as much of him as she could as her chin slapped against his balls before she drew away. Her lips were gorgeous around his thick shaft as she bobbed up and back along his cock. As he watched, he found her looking back up at him with watering eyes that shouted her excitement -- he almost came right then. Stamina and self-control held him in good stead and he held off that sudden urge, pulling away for her with a pop. She gave a questioning look but still held her tongue, as he pulled her to the table and laid her back. His hands roughly clawed at her naked breasts as he kneaded the sensitive flesh before pinching her hardening nipples. She moaned at the treatment, her eyes rolling back as he twisted and abused those nubs. Pushing her legs up and apart he stared for a moment at the folds of her labia, those lips glistened with her arousal -- plump and full they begged for attention. Kneeling, his mouth found her clit and he sucked her between his teeth holding the pressure as she moaned aloud in surprise and arousal. Releasing briefly to drink the sweet juices flowing so freely from between her lips, his senses were filled with her. He found her clit again and pulled her hard against his mouth as she arched her back and clawed at the table, her breathing taking a ragged quality. His world narrowed, as he lost himself in the taste and texture of her sex. She groaned and writhed as he devoured her pussy. His own hardness, his own need for release became urgent. As wonderful as she tasted he needed to be in her, he needed to take her. Standing, his hands ran up her body roughly massaging her flesh and closing on her breasts, as he moved closer his cock extending wide and hard from his pelvis, pre-cum dripping from its head. Her pussy was dripping wet from her arousal as he lined his cock head up with her slit. That first thrust split her wide, his balls slapping against her ass as she screamed out her climax. He plunged into her again and again, each thrust trying to delve deeper than the last. She writhed like an animal in heat and he had to release her breasts and grab her hips to stop her from pulling away. He fucked her harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Each thrust coming faster than the last as he neared his own climax. But he wanted one last thing and he pulled free of her pussy with a pop. She was literally pouring juices from her slit, everything slick and incredibly lubricated as he lined himself up with her puckered rosebud and slammed his cock into her ass. The scream could have woken the dead but he gave her no recovery. In and out, then slammed back in. The pressure against his shaft was exquisite. By the third stroke he was done. He came harder than he'd ever come before. Jet after jet pumped into her perfect ass as he filled her. Her muscles clamped and released against him, drawing every drop of his semen. She lay exhausted on the table -- her chest heaving as her breathing began to slow and her body began to relax. Both of them were bathed in sweat. He was beginning to soften and he pulled out, the discharge from his climax running down the crack of her ass. As tired as she was, her eyes followed him as he circled around until he could lean in close to kiss her. "You," he said with a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Are," he kissed her nose. "Mine," he finished with a passionate kiss on her lips, her hand reaching up to cradle his head. He broke the kiss and pulled back looking her in the eyes. "I am yours," she whispered as she pulled him back into a kiss. The End