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The Torment Ch. 1

By: Douwonder2



She woke up slowly, dreamily, in her favorite position. Belly down, face snuggled into the pillow, she could feel the warmth of the sunlight streaming through the window caressing her bare skin. The wetness between her thighs reminded her of the incredible dream she'd had... of Him, as always. As she became more alert, she started to stretch... which is when she began to realize that this wasn't an ordinary morning. Feeling the resistance in her arms and legs, her eyes flew open, only to meet an unnatural darkness.

As panic began to set in, she heard a deep, low chuckle from beyond the foot of the bed. "So, my little one, you are finally awake. Good, because I have many things planned for you this morning," said the well-known voice. A shiver wracked her body, bringing goosebumps to her exposed flesh. Over the course of their relationship they had discussed many things, including some of her darkest desires, but she had never believed that he would follow through on them. She was about to find out just how badly she had misjudged him!

Surreptitiously, she attempted to test the bonds holding her. "Now, now my dear. We'll have none of that. I tied those knots myself and you will be freed when I say so, not before." She opened her mouth to question him, but quickly he shushed her. "You may not speak or ask me any questions. Just follow my directions and you will be fine." The blindfold seemed to make her hearing more acute and she could hear his weight shift before he took the steps that brought him closer to her. She felt him stroke her skin lightly with his fingers, beginning with her hands, bound above her head to the headboard. Running them down the length of her arms, he detoured up to tickle her ear and caress that special spot on her neck.

He murmured appreciatively as her body began to quiver and moved on to cup the delicate undersides of her breasts. Working his hands beneath her, he was pleased to feel her nipples harden at his touch. Leaning closer, she could feel his breath against the back of her neck as he twisted and pinched her sensitive nipples, causing her to gasp in a combination of pain and pleasure. Again he chuckled, "You seem to be getting excited, but I've only just begun." With that, he ran his hands quickly down her sides, causing her to jump as much as her bonds would allow.

He continued on, firmly massaging the backs of her thighs and calves, tracing his finger along the sensitive arch of her foot, tickling her. As she squirmed in reaction, he grasped her hips, firmly pulling them up and forward, using the slight bit of slack left in the ropes around her ankles. Tucking the extra pillow beneath her, she could feel her legs spreading further apart, exposing all her attributes to his view. He playfully gave her elevated rump a smart slap. "There, I think you'll be comfortable like this... I know I will be!"

Stepping away from the bed, she could hear him moving about the room opening drawers and rustling paper. Wrappings, bags, she couldn't tell. She could feel him placing objects on the bed near her. The darkness was creating a special form of anticipation. Her imagination was racing and her breath was coming quicker. As if sensing her rising excitement, he became suddenly still. She strained to hear him, to detect some sound of what was coming next.

Her first hint was an odd whistle, followed by a sharp crack on her firm white bottom. The pain quickly followed and she gasped from the shock of it. She could feel long, soft strands trailing sinuously over the curves of her ass and then another quick crack. This time, a moan escaped her, but whether of pain or desire, even she was not sure. Twice, three times the flogger fell again and then she felt the warmth of his hand caressing her abused rear.

"You did well, little one. Your ass is a beautiful shade of red and your pussy is dripping." This last in a pleased tone, as his hand slipped between her legs to feel the warmth of her drenched pussy, throbbing with excitement for him. This time the moan was definitely one of desire as he flicked her engorged clit and slipped his fingers deep inside her. Trembling, her body strained against her bonds, trying to arch against his hand and find the release he was building to a fever pitch. Just as she was almost there, he moved his hand away and began kneading her still-sensitive backside.

The bed dipped, indicating that he had joined her there and then she heard a faint hum. Her eyes widened behind the blindfold as she realized what the sound meant. She had never used a vibrator before, but had a feeling she was soon going to learn whether she wanted to or not. She felt him run the tool across her sensitive skin... along her sides, across her back, over her arching butt. She felt him take a deep, involuntary breath as he spread her buttocks and ran the vibrating wand down the cleft, hesitating momentarily at the tiny puckered hole and laughing as she tried unsuccessfully to wriggle away from him. He soon moved down to her wet snatch and maneuvered the vibe so it rested against her tingling clit.

Then he leaned down and began licking and sucking her in long, slow swipes of his skillful tongue. Not satisfied with the near-orgasmic reactions this was causing, he moved up to tongue her darker hole and randomly nip her round butt. The unexpectedness of these actions caused her to buck and squirm, writhing against the ropes holding her firmly in place. By now she was gasping for breath, moaning and sobbing for a release which he had not yet allowed her. Setting the vibrator to a lower hum, she felt him running it through the juices soaking her and then slowly, teasingly, he began to insert it into her waiting hole. With the direct stimulation gone from her clit, the fullness in her pussy had her feeling as if she was on the very edge of a screaming, mind-ripping orgasm. But, much as she tried, she could not attain that feeling of nirvana.

She felt him shift on the bed and opened her mouth to beg for her release, only to find that he had anticipated her reaction and his thick, stiff cock was waiting at her lips. She could taste the precum on the tip of his rigid member as he thrust it deep into her mouth. His own control was beginning to slip as she heard him growl, "Suck it, bitch. You know you like it deep inside your throat."

He began to slowly fuck her face, holding her head between his hands and driving himself deeper and deeper into her throat. She opened her mouth wider to take him in and relaxed her throat muscles to avoid choking. Soon he was rapidly sliding in and out of her mouth, her nose buried in the hair on his groin, his balls slapping against her chin. Her tongue lapped at the shaft and gently circled his sensitive head, while she applied suction using her cheeks and throat muscles.

He reached down and began pinching her breasts, then she felt something cold and hard grab her in a tight grip. He had placed clamps on both her nipples! He slowed his movements and allowed her a moment to become accustomed to them. Then, with renewed vigor, he began pounding his cock into her mouth, while tugging on the clamps.

The combined sensations of the low speed vibrator and the pain/pleasure centered in her tits began to send her over the edge. Growling and whimpering deep in her throat, the sounds were muffled by his huge rod, but the vibrations were felt by him and only served to increase his excitement. Quickly, he withdrew, leaving her still unsatisfied, twisting in her bonds with unfulfilled frustration.

"Oh no, my dear. We aren't going to be finished this quickly. There is so much more I want to do with you." She knew the torment was just beginning...

The Torment Ch. 2



She had awoken that morning, from an intensely erotic dream, to find she’d been blindfolded and bound hand and foot to her bed. For years she had fantasized about being taken against her will, helpless to resist, forced to comply with whatever dark and devious acts her attacker might desire. She’d never dreamed her lover would be the one to make her fantasy real. But lying there face down on the bed, she reflected that he’d already made quite a head start. In almost no time at all, his skillful hands and tongue had reduced her to a practically speechless state; quivering, moaning, begging for a release he had so far withheld from her.

He had brought her to near orgasmic heights at least four times, and although he had also come close while he forced her to suck him off, she knew his control was strong. Under ordinary conditions, his stamina had consistently amazed her. She knew he was capable of maintaining an erection for hours, giving her orgasm after orgasm, foregoing his own pleasure and leaving her weak and breathless, shuddering in ecstasy. 

As if reading her thoughts, he had leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Oh no, my dear. We aren’t going to be finished this quickly. There is so much more I want to do with you.” An involuntary moan escaped her lips at his words and her body trembled as he stroked his fingers down her spine. 

“Please…” she whispered. 

“Oh? Is there something you’d like, my dear?” He chuckled evilly, “You know all you have to do is ask.” He knew this was one of the hardest things for her, admitting that she needed – no – wanted him to take her roughly, hard and fast, until she screamed his name over and over.

“Actually, today I don’t think asking will be enough, I think today you’ll have to beg me… repeatedly.” 

With that, she heard the hum of the vibrator start back up and he began rubbing it against her inner thighs, stroking closer and closer to her open, waiting pussy. She could feel the muscles in her cunt contracting, aching with the need to be filled, but he continued to tease her, running the toy lightly along her lips, touching the outer edges of her wet snatch, then trailing up to her darker hole. He did this repeatedly, constantly avoiding her most sensitive spots, until she thought she’d scream with frustration, but after his comments she was determined not to beg.

As quickly as he began, it ended. Still blindfolded, she could feel him get off the bed and stretch. Without a word, she heard his footsteps leave the room. Wondering where he’d gone, she tried to shift on the bed, relieving muscles that had become strained by remaining in the same position for too long. Instead, all she managed to do was get some of her long brown hair in her mouth and develop an itch that she was unable to scratch. 

But, she’d also managed to dislodge the blindfold just a bit, enough to take a quick peek down the hallway to see where he was. Much to her surprise, her gaze fell right on his bare legs, his thick, erect cock just inches away from her face; he’d quietly returned while she’d been squirming. Leaning down, the stern look on his face frightened her. “I told you earlier to lay still,” he said, in a threatening tone. “Instead, you’ve disobeyed and loosened your blindfold up as well. You’ll need to be punished. Since you don’t seem to be happy in this position, perhaps I need to find another that will suit you better.” Roughly, he retied the blindfold, tighter than before. Now even the little bit of light that she had had was gone. She whimpered at the sound of his voice, it sounded so much colder than the tone he usually took with her.

She could hear him rummaging around in one of the bags she assumed he’d brought with him. A metallic, clinking sound reached her ears, then suddenly, she gasped as the cold metal landed right on the small of her back. Next he reached down to her ankles and she heard the sound of Velcro opening. Swiftly, he placed tight bands around each of her ankles and untied the ropes from the foot of the bed. She heard two tiny clicks, but couldn’t imagine what they were. Just as quickly, he reached up and placed another band on each wrist. 

Untying her right hand, he moved her arm a bit, restoring the circulation, then brought it down behind her back. Another click and he moved on to her left arm, repeating his actions. Slowly it dawned on her. She tried to move her arms, but found she couldn’t. With another quick motion, he drew the bonds tighter, bringing her feet up till they practically touched her ass. He still had one more surprise for her though. As he’d drawn her feet up, her head raised slightly from the pillow. She felt something firm touch her throat, then wrap around the back of her neck. 

A collar! She couldn’t believe he’d do that to her, but not only had he done it, another click told her the chain at the back had just been attached to the ring at the small of her back. She was quite effectively hogtied and any attempt to struggle would only begin to choke her. He stepped back and watched her work this out for herself. After a few unsuccessful attempts to squirm free, she relaxed and lay quietly on the bed. He moved closer and rolled her over to her side, where she lay awkwardly. He was so close she could smell him.

Then, slowly, sensuously, he began rubbing his prick on her face, across her cheeks, tapping against her nose, brushing softly across her lips. Despite herself, her mouth opened slightly in a futile effort to draw him inside her. Quickly, the hard throbbing member was removed from her questing mouth. She felt his firm hands grasp her beneath her arms and lift her off the bed. He placed her on the floor in a kneeling position, knees set far apart. The way he had her tied pulled her head and shoulders back, causing her large breasts to jut forward. She could feel her nipples hardening into tight little nubs, aching for his touch. He ran his hands lightly down her sides, giving her goosebumps, but ignored her sensitive tits. 

Again, he stepped away; leaving her posed in this wanton position, unsure of what the next step would be. He admired her for a moment, noting her obvious excitement — flushed cheeks and breasts, rapid breathing, involuntary shivers at his slightest touch. When he spoke, the sound of his voice coincided with a sharp crack, making her jump. 

“Now my pet, we will see just how well you can take your punishment.” She moaned deep in her throat. “And, to test you even further, I am going to give you something else to concentrate on at the same time.” With those words, he grabbed the back of her head and thrust his hard, throbbing dick deep into her throat. At the same time, the long length of his belt cracked across her ass. Unable to balance herself, she swayed closer to his thrusting hips, driving his cock further down her throat, almost causing her to gag. 

“Don’t you dare bite me, do you hear,” he growled at her. He pulled her head back a bit, then landed another swat on her firm cheeks, driving her back onto his rigid dick, repeating the process over and over till her nose was buried in his groin and she felt like a roly-poly toy. Totally at his mercy, he rained blows on her backside. She could feel the heat of the belt each time it landed and knew it was turning her ass a fiery shade of red. The whimpers she couldn’t control vibrated against his penis, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. She could taste his pre-cum on the back of her tongue and tried to increase the pressure with her throat muscles, using her tongue to flicker along the underside of his sensitive shaft. She wanted him so badly, her juices were running down the inside of her thigh.

Her tits rubbed against his legs, his coarse hair stimulating her nipples, sending flashes of erotic pleasure straight to her cunt. Her whimpers were gradually turning into full-fledged moans and even animalistic growls. She wanted his come more than anything else on earth. He knew how orgasmic giving head made her and the added stimulation from the lashing belt was driving her wild. He dropped the belt and reached down with one hand to squeeze and twist her aching nipples. She practically wailed with her need and that was the last straw for him. Burying both hands in her hair, he pumped furiously into her mouth, spurting stream after stream of warm, salty cum deep into her throat. Greedily, she swallowed it all, licking softly at the tip of his sensitive penis to clean every last drop, reluctant to release him. 

Gently, he picked her up and placed her on the bed. He tweaked a reddened nipple and trailed his hand down between her legs, still drawn up awkwardly behind her. “Why, my dear, you seem to be very wet,” he said mockingly. Her back arched, grinding her hips against his hand. So close, oh, she was so very close to coming… “But, I haven’t heard you beg yet.” And with that, his hand dropped away from her body and he walked out of the room, deaf to her moans and frustrated thrashing.

To Be Continued…