****** Tormenting Rage 9: Belonging to Him by Rage ******
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Tormenting Rage 9: Belonging to Him

The night was dark and quiet, except for the soft moans coming from one of the
darkened bedrooms in the back of the house. A car pulled up in the front and a
man walked to the door, letting himself in with his key, he turned on a light
an smiled as he heard the sweet sounds of Rage's tormented state. He moved to
the kitchen and began to make coffee, the soft moans filling his head. He took
off his jacket and tie and laid them over the back of a chair.

When the coffee was ready he poured a cup and walked down the hall to the
bedroom. As he flipped on the light the sight that greeted him made his heart
beat faster. Laying on the bed, arms bound to the bed posts legs stretched
wide, Rage panted and squirmed in need. Her voice blocked by a ball gag, she
could only make the soft sounds. Though he knew had he removed the gag at that
moment she would have been screaming.

Her endless movements on the bed betrayed her state of arousal. Her eyes were
half lidded with exhaustion and desire. Her hands clenched grabbing the rails
as her body tensed in orgasm. She screamed long and hard into the gag as her
body shook and jumped in the bed. Watching her, he smiled and then moved to
her. He removed the vibrators from her wet sex and ass, and then unbound her
wrists and ankles.

"Follow me, slave." She tried to stand. He gave her that much, but then she
fell, collapsing in to a puddle on the floor. He scooped her up in his arms and
carried her to the living room. Laying her on the couch, he went to the
bathroom and grabbed everything he needed to give her a sponge bath. Then he
moved into the kitchen where he fixed her a cup of broth, orange juice, and a
small ziploc bag of ice.

Setting everything on the coffee table, he sat down on the couch beside her and
released the gag. Slowly she worked the muscles of her jaw that had gone stiff.
He prepared the water for her sponge bath as he handed her the cup of beef
broth. "Eat," he ordered her. "You are going to need your energy.

She drank the broth slowly, her stomach rebelling at any thought of food. She
managed to keep it down with effort. She was physically drained, she couldn't
even remember what she had done to get punished. Being forced into a multitude
of orgasms, but she knew it wasn't over yet.

Watching her Master, she sighed softly as he began to bathe her. Running the
sponge over her long legs, moving higher with each pass. When he spread her
legs, and pressed the sponge to her over sensitized, she nearly screamed. Her
body began to shake and her hand gripped the cup tightly. Mouth dropping open
as she came again.

Through the haze, she could hear him laugh. "Oh, Rage, I am going to have so
much fun with you."

"My punishment is over, Master?" she asked softly.

He laughed again. "Yes, girl. Your punishment is over." He slowly washed the
folds of her sex pressing the sponge against her entrance as she moved against
it. Then he slipped two fingers into her. "You are mine, Rage. Don't push me
again or your punishment will be worse. "

She nodded. "Aye, Master. Please forgive me."

"We will say nothing more about it, Love. Tonight Master Bastard is gone. It's
just me. Jarod. Master, lover, friend. I want you."

Leaning forward she threw her arms around her Master and kissed him deeply.
Master, I want you and need you. Please.."

He chuckled and began to move his fingers inside her, then drew them out
picking up the bag of ice and pulling out a cube. He ran it over her nether
lips and then spread them open as he ran the ice over the heat of her entrance.
She gasped. "Master!" He pushed the ice in deeply and grabbed another cube.
Slipping that one in as well. He pulled her to her feet and led her over to the
wall.

Binding her wrists with nylon rope and then, hooking her bound hands over a
hook high on the wall. Bending over, he attached a spreader bar to her ankles.
When he stood, she looked into his eyes. No Master Bastard wasn't there. Only
Jarod. She had no way of knowing what Jarod would do to her, closing her eyes
she concentrated on the cool water now dripping down her thighs.

When she felt the clamp close on her clit she could only scream.

The sound of her scream set his blood on fire. He knew her clit was going to be
sensitive. As she screamed he grabbed a leather strap that he put between her
lips and tied. Gagging her. She moaned softly through it, then screamed and
arched as he flicked the clamp. The sound muffled only by the gag, and his soft
laughter.

"Oh, I love to hear your screams, Rage." He told her as he attached a chain to
the clamp and led it up to her breasts where he attached a clamp to each
nipple. She moaned and writhed, struggling against the bindings. Her eyes open
and pleading with him. He only leaned over and kissed her as he picked up a
vibrator from the table and placed it in her heat. Then, he took her hands from
the hook, bending her over the table beside them and tying her hands to the
top.

Moaning, as she realized how open she was to him, when he ran his hand over her
sex. She heard him unzip his pants and she knew he was shedding his clothes.
Then she felt his cock poised at her tiniest opening. Pressing just enough
against her to let her know his intent, not enough to enter her.

"Hard and fast or slow and easy, Rage?" he asked her softly as he untied the
gag, and took it from her mouth.

"Hard and fast, Master. Please." She knew that it wouldn't hurt as much then.
If he went slow and easy after today's punishment, pain would fill her.

He laughed and pushed steadily against her as she moaned and writhed, slowly,
ever so slowly, he began to enter her as she whimpered. Pain striking her,
filling her as she pressed her forehead against the table and pressed back
against him, hoping to take him deeper. Instead he pulled back and withdrew a
bit. She cried out and moaned as he advanced again.

She struggled against him, against her bindings. "Master," she cried out.
"Please fast, Master. Take your slut." Still he moved slowly into her. "Damn
you, Jarod, fast!"

Nothing she said or did convinced him to go fast, instead he pulled out as slow
as he had entered her. When she felt something hard and cold enter her fast and
hard she screamed, arching her back deep as her ass began to burn. Her ass
clenched around the object as she tried to control the pain.

"What did you say?" he demanded angrily as he grabbed her by the hair and
pulled. For a moment she thought he was being Master Bastard, but she knew
within an instant when his hand went to the object in her ass, that he wasn't.

"Master, forgive me. Please forgive me. I beg you, Master, please don't punish
me again." Tears had sprung to her eyes and she closed them quickly. She rarely
cried, even exhausted.

"You gave me an order and then expect me not to punish you, slut? Try again."
He jerked her head farther back.

Moaning, she sighed. "Please, Master, please punish your slut for giving you an
order."

He went to the trunk by the couch and pulled out a riding crop and a butterfly
vibrator. Slipping the butterfly onto her, he adjusted it til it lay over the
clamp on her clit. She whimpered knowing that when he turned it she would be in
hell.

He turned it on and the vibrations echoed in the clamp. She cried out and
writhed on the table. He put the gag back in her mouth and caressed her ass
cheek with his hand. "Do not cum, Rage. Not until I tell you too."

She arched as he stepped back and the crop fell across her ass. Like rapid fire
gunshots the crop fell across her tender ass, ten times then he would stop and
rub the heat into the pinkened flesh. Stepping back, he would begin again as
she whimpered, screamed and moaned. Her body reacting to the pain in desire and
need. She gritted her teeth against the climax that was threatening to
overwhelm her.

Her body refused to lay still as he delivered forty blows to her ass. Laying
the last one between her legs. She screamed behind the gag and barely heard the
wicked laugh come to his lips. He unbound her and turned her over, quickly
sliding her fully onto the table, on her back, and tying her to it.

Making sure her legs were opened wide, he removed the butterfly and the object
in her ass. Then took the clamps off her. He moved to her head and smiled down
at her. That is when she saw the change. Master Bastard was back.

"So you think Jarod is pussy whipped, little slut? A weakling you can order
around and demand things of? I'll show you who's pussy whipped around here!" He
moved to the trunk and picked up the leather lash. The tails knotted. He
grinned evilly and ran them over her splayed legs. "Is your clit sore, bitch?"
Running his fingers over it, he gathered it between his thumb and forefinger
and pinched hard, twisting as he did so. She screamed behind the gag and arched
wildly.

"Don't you dare cum, whore," he ordered angrily. Then he raised the lash. She
closed her eyes only to open them as the lash fell across her over sensitized
sex. Arching and screaming behind the gag she felt the lash rise and fall. She
lost count, only feeling the sting and burning fire of the lash and her heated
flesh.

After 20 or 25 lashes, he stepped back and picked up a feather. Taping it to
her inner thigh and laying it barly on her sore clit. He raised her ass with
one hand and slid the handle of the lash into her tiny star. Whimpering, she
struggled against the invasion and when she felt the wind blow over her sex and
the feather she could only scream.

He sat down on the couch to watch. The feather would brush over her sore clit
and sparks of pain and desire would flash through her. She could only lay there
struggling to get away from the feather. Time passed. She didn't know how much
time. Only that it did. Soon he stood at her head and ran his hand over her
throat, down her chest to her waist.

He passed a rope under her and tied it around her waist. Releasing her hands he
tied them to the rope at her waist. Removing the feather, he untied her leg and
tied the ankle to her thigh. Then did the same to the other leg. Moving her
closer to the edge of the table he slammed into her and began to thrust hard
and fast. Her sex was so swollen that his movements sent fire into her body.
She was just about to climax when he growled and came deep inside her.

He pulled out and carried her out onto the balcony. Setting her on a chair, he
shoved a vibrator deep inside her. Removing the lash handle, he replaced it
with a vibrating butt plug with a tail. "Since my little slut thinks she can
rule me. She can stay out here where dogs sleep."

She moaned and whimpered, her eyes wide as she looked at the falling snow that
landed between her splayed legs. She pleaded silently with him, only to watch
him walk back into the house. Her nipples hardened in the cold air. The
vibrators turned on and she screamed behind the gag. Eventually her exhaustion
forced her into sleep.

Thirty minutes had passed since he had put her outside. Sitting on the couch he
could see her perfectly. Seeing her fall asleep he smiled and stood, heading
back outside he gathered her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He
turned off the vibrators and untied her. Rubbing warmth back into her limbs. He
gathered her into his arms and held her softly whispering. "Who do you belong
to, Rage."

Not really expecting an answer, he was surprised to hear. "I belong to you,
Master. Thank you for punishing me." Snuggling closer to him, she sighed and
fell asleep. He removed the vibrator in her sex and slid his fingers deep into
her. Running his thumb over her clit and hearing her gasp, he smiled. "You
belong to me. Don't ever forget it."

Jarod fell asleep, never taking his fingers from his slut.

~END~

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