****** Tormenting Rage #13 - Playing Rage by Rage ******
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Tormenting Rage #13 - Playing Rage


Rage screamed as another orgasm hit. Her body aching and throbbing, tired from
the relentless orgasms and the vibrations of the egg. Shaking wildly she
struggled in the chains wishing she could get free of the terrible thing.
Sometimes the egg would stop just long enough for her to catch her breath and
then it would return to it's happy buzzing.

Feeling her need climbing and thrusting her over the edge again, she screamed
and arched in the chains. Shaking as her body was controlled by the endless
cumming. Her voice cracking with her raw throat. Her juices were running down
her thighs as she was forced into another climax. Clit throbbing, aching, she
whimpered. Suddenly the egg stopped.

Rage collapsed in the chains, and closed her eyes. Could she bear anymore of
this? Her body was hypersensitive, even the air flowing over her drove her
crazy. She waited, expecting to feel the egg start again, and was surprised
when Mistress walked through the door.

Walking behind her, Mistress grabbed Rage's hair and pulled it. Rage's head
fell back and as Rage watched the ceiling Mistress chuckled. "Now that the
teasing is out of the way. Should we begin?"

Rage whimpered as a blindfold covered her eyes, plunging her into darkness.
Then felt something slide into her mouth. She groaned as she realized that she
was now gagged with an inflatable penis gag.

Listening to the clicking of the Mistress' heels on the wooden floor Rage
realized that Mistress was in front of her. Just as she felt a clamp close
tight on her nipple. Rage arched and cried out behind the gag. Then her other
nipple was clamped tight. Rage felt the pain fill her, whimpering with it as a
chain between the clamps was drawn downward, Rage didn't even have a second to
register that another clamp was going to be attached to her clit. She screamed
as the sharp pain hit her clit and she climaxed immediately.

Mistress adjusted the chain as Rage arched. She watched Rage cum and smiled as
she waited for the girl to calm down. When Rage was again coherent. Mistress
tapped her right inner thigh with a crop.

"Now, Rage, I am beginning to think that you decided I am not as good as Jared.
I watched his tapes, he may be good, but I am better."

Rage heard something being dragged across the floor, she whimpered wishing she
had her eyesight. Mistress' voice echoed in the room, sending shivers down her
spine.

"He's soft with you. Afraid that after the warehouse, he'll lose you again. But
you aren't going anywhere are you?" Rage felt the Mistress at her legs and
moaned as her ankles were unshackled and tied to wood. Opening her further.

"You like what he does, you need it and want it. But you need more don't you?
You need someone who isn't going to be afraid you'll leave. One who knows you
will stay no matter what. One who's going to push you, use you, make you beg
for it."

Rage moaned as her thighs were tied to the wood. Her sex barely reaching the
top of it. Realizing she was being tied to a table, Rage whimpered.

"Yes, slut. You like that don't you?" A finger ran through Rage's slit, and
Rage gasped. "So wet. You want this too, don't you? You want to feel helpless,
unable to control what will happen. You want someone to take you without
letting you get out of it. Who will laugh as your hips thrust up begging for a
hard cock to fill you. Someone who doesn't care if you cum or not, but will use
you for their pleasure only. She grabbed Rage's hair and jerked her head back
as she hissed in her ear. "Don't you, slut?"

Rage couldn't deny it, she wanted it, needed it. She nodded, whimpering behind
the gag. Releasing Rage's wrists Mistress pushed her down on the table. Quickly
moving to bind them to the other end of the table.

Rage gasped and tried to move as she realized the clamp on the clit struck
against the edge of the table. Her nipples pressed tight against the table. The
clamps seemed to tighten. Reaching under her, Mistress adjusted the chain again
and Rage felt the pull on her clit and nipples.

"You want to be used, Rage. You want to be fucked like the slut you are."
Fingers ran over Rage's folds and she whimpered and moaned. "You want to be
spanked and be at my mercy. Don't you, bitch?"

Rage nodded and closed her eyes behind the blindfold, gasping as the egg was
removed from her.

"Here's the rules, Rage. It's called identification. Using just your cunt and
ass you have to identify what is inside you. You get two guesses, if you don't
get the item it will be used on you. There are five items i will use. I might
use them twice or three times. If you get them right they will go back into my
bag. Understand?"

Rage nodded and felt the gag loosen and then was taken off. "Each answer must
be followed by Mistress. In other words, if you think it is the handle of a
paddle you must say; 'It is a paddle, Mistress'. Miss that one time and I will
use each and every item on you. Understand?"

Rage whispered. "Aye, Mistress."

"Good. Item one." Rage felt a long thin knobby item slip into her sex and
moaned. Mistress began thrusting it in and out of her as Rage was pressed
against the table.

"It is a dildo. Mistress." Rage moaned

"Very good, slut. Item two." Pulling the dildo free, Rage soon felt something
cold and large enter her sex. Pushing deep inside of her. She whimpered as the
cold filled her and heard the Mistress laugh. " Oops lost it. "

"It is ice, Mistress." Rage gasped her hips thrusting against the table,
gasping as the clamp struck the table over and over. She was moaning and
whimpering with the sensations that pounded into her.

"Excellent. Item three." Rage felt the ice dripping from her hot sex and gasped
as small balls were pushed inside her. She whimpered as a finger followed and
began to manipulate them. Rage rocked and whimpered..

"Ben wah balls Mistress"

"Good. Item four." Rage felt something round and small pushing into her sex,
whimpering she tried to move away from it but found she couldn't. It shoved
deep into her, a small round ball on some kind of stick. Rage moaned as she
tried to figure out what it was.

"I don't know, Mistress," Rage gasped as it was pressed deeper into her, then
pulled out. It began to tap on her clamped clit. The ball striking the clamp
and vibrating it.

"Guess, Rage." Mistress told her.

Rage moaned as it thrust in and out of her, stopping only to pound on her clit.
"Mistress, I don't know. I don't know anything that it could be."

"Then we will move on to Item five." Rage whimpered as Mistress thrust that
strange item into her and left it. Then began pressing a large anal plug into
her ass. It was almost too large and with the heightened sensitivity it began
to hurt.

"Anal plug Mistress, please. Don't." She screamed as it entered her and filled
her stretching her open.

"Good. Rage very good. Now identify the last item." Mistress shoved it in deep
and pulled it out to tap against Rage's clit. Rage felt like she should know,
but for the life of her she didn't know what it was.

It pounded relentlessly on her clit, alternating between soft and then harder.
Striking her clit or the clamp, driving her hips forward against the table,
until it became nothing but need. Rage whimpered, lost in the animalistic
thrusting against the table. She was screaming, her need so great, the pain
filling her. She couldn't believe the intensity of this treatment. She was
almost mindless.

Nothing was real to her besides the thing pounding on her clit and the table.
Her nipples dragging across the top of the table, pain filling her, pleasure
engulfing her, the whimpers and moans coming from her mouth, her soul.

"What is this, Rage? What is this toy?" Mistress asked as she began to pound
Rage's clit harder.

"I don't know. I don't know Mistress. Please." She screamed. The world around
her fading into simple feelings and movements, thrusting against the table
feeling the chain pull her nipples and clit as she dragged them across the
table. The thing pounding her clit without end. Until she erupted, screaming
and cumming harder than she ever had. Pulling at her bindings in the sudden
madness.

She came and came and came, nothing else existed to her. Nothing else held her
in it's grasp but the force of her climax.

When it was over she laid on the table shaking and exhausted. The blindfold was
gone and Mistress was smiling at her. Rage looked at the toy in the woman's
hand and started to laugh.

"It was a toy xylophone stick, Rage." Mistress said as she held up the yellow
plastic stick that came with a cheap toy xylophone. Mistress joined Rage's
laughter as she unbound her and gathered her in her arms. Carrying Rage to the
living room, they both sat on the couch as Rage recovered. Mistress pulled out
the xylophone and began to play a simple tune.

Jared walked in and heard their laughter and the music. Smiling, he looked at
Angelique and saw the stick in her hand. "Have you played any good music
lately?"

They both started laughing harder and Angelique smiled. "The best kind, Jared.
I played Rage."

End.

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This story is part of the tormenting Rage series. Starring Master Jared
"Bastard" Mistress Angelique and Rage

If you are under 18 and this subject matter is illegal where you live or you
are offended by BDSM or sex please do not read this.

This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way,
published, shown at other web sites or compiled in CD or other collections
without the permission of the author. Email: stormrage@zdnetmail.com

Some of the things that Master Bastard and Mistress do to Rage is not
necessarily safe and should not be attempted unless you know exactly what you
are doing. Always remember to play safe.

Comments and Criticisms welcome.

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