May 31, 2011

School Girl Part 4

The headmistress and faculty even had a plan to keep the senior
girls from getting out of line. It was simple: they would
occassionally, maybe once a week, choose a senior girl who had
displeased them in some way, and tortured and sexually degraded
her. Long before this stage though, the faculty who were not
willing to play along were dismissed, and more amiable teachers
were hired. Everything was pretty much set now; the only thing
that was needed was to codify the rules the faculty had instituted.

The headmistress, her secretary, and the faculty would have
unlimited use of any of the girls they wanted. The members of
Delta Sigma Pi had unlimited use of any of the sophmores or
freshmen. The seniors had the same priveleges as the Fraternity.
The juniors were a special case: they were free from everyone
except the faculty at the school, yet they had no priveleges with
the underclasswomen. There was an arrangement, though, where a
junior could become a slave of a senior, who would then allow her
to use, at the senior's descretion, any of the underclasswomen.
Pregnancies were a problem at first, but the pill, and then the day
after pill, took care of that; the day after pill was a godsend,
since it did not artificially mature the young girls like the pill
did, leaving them their girlish selves.

She also learned something about the personalities who were
presently at the school. Ms. Samantha Kane, she learned, was
reasonable, if sexually demanding. Paul, her secretary, was a bit
of a sadist, and played favorites. His favorite, and the favorite
of most of the faculty, was Ingrid, whom everyone was afraid of.
She practically ran the school, getting everything she wanted, but
the girls were most afraid of the girl Ingrid had taken under her
wing, Mercedes. Mercedes was a true sadist, delighting in bringing
pain to the underclasswomen. The faculty, over the years, had been
weeded out to all hardcore dykes. Some of them were nicer than
others, but they all liked to dominate the girls.

The social politics at the school grew out of the fact that the
girls were expected to maintain their grades, limiting the amount
of time the underclasswomen could be put to sexual use.
Animosities would grow over a favorite freshman or sophmore, and
the underclasswomen usually got caught in the battles between the
seniors. The sophmores were used to the setup, and even enjoyed it
to a degree. They made sure to make friends with a junior or two,
so when they advanced a grade, they could make a deal. Also, in
their role as sympathizers with the incoming freshmen, most of whom
were traumatized by the attention paid them, they found girls ripe
for seduction. The freshmen adjusted after the first few weeks,
when they realized there was nothing they could do about it.

She also caught hints about what happened to Su Lee. Su Lee had
refused to move from her bed for two straight days, not going to
class, not eating, not speaking. They had carried her away a day
later, and Karen had not seen her since. From what she could
gather, they had taken her to the D.S.P. Fraternity house and kept
her drugged and tied in an underground room, where anyone could
come down and use her as they pleased. Hard cases, and cases like
Su Lee, who just couldn't come to terms with their predicament,
were sent for either breaking or desensitation. After a month of
being tied in a drug haze, being fucked almost constantly in one
manner or another, they usually returned quite docile, willing to
do anything.

Karen felt sorry for Su Lee, but was kept too busy to think
about it much. Her schoolwork increased, and she, being new,
became an instant, if temporary, favorite. She was taught
cunningless until she was a pro, and found that there were endless
ways her body could be made to orgasm. The few men from the frat
who came over and used her were the best though, and every time she
was penetrated she thought about how much better the real thing
really was. Two times a week she and a few freshmen were driven
over to the frat house and taught how to please a man. Not only
did she suck and deep-throat countless men, and learn how to move
her hips, squeeze her pussy, keep a man on the edge of orgasm,
etc., she also learned how to flirt. She learned to be an innocent
flirt, a haughty, take-me flirt, a sexy flirt, a slutty flirt; she
learned what to say to turn different men on, and what to do. She
learned how to act during the sex act: astonished and pleased,
scared, wanton, a combination of those. She learned what to wear
and how to walk. Most important of all, she was taught how to
reach orgasm, until with even the slightest stimulation, whether
pleasure or pain, she could come.

She still wasn't completely reconciled with it all though. Each
nerve wracking orgasm held it's own satisfaction, but a part of her
mind still dreaded it, dreaded seeing her kneeling naked before
some man, or on all fours, screaming and gasping as a cock was
buried in her ass, or lying on her back while she licked at another
woman's vagina, or bound in some byzantine way and beaten and
teased until she screamed in release. Most of all this part of her
mind dreaded the way she reacted, the way she degraded herself
before these abusers, the way her body danced to their
manipulations, coming again and again. Deep down it made her feel
ashamed, made her feel like a whore, a slut, a worthless sex crazed
bitch who cared only about getting off. At the same time she
secretly relished what was being done to her, and her qualms just
seem to add a tingle of excitement to everything. She wasn't quite
resigned to her fate, but she knew she was close.

May 29, 2011

School Girl Part 3

Karen was sore and exhausted, mentally as well as physically, as
hands began to release her bonds. They lifted her up and pushed
her, staggering, out the door, her blouse still open and without
her bra or panties. As she buttoned back up her blouse, she felt
the twin loads of cum begin to drip down her thighs, and staggered
back to her room, stunned by the events of the evening, but even
more by her reactions to them.

Back in her room, Karen undressed and, wrapping a towel around
herself, went directly to the showers. She didn't care who saw her
this time; she was too tired and dazed to care. The shower revived
her somewhat and when she finally lay in her nightshirt on her bed
she reviewed everything that had happened to her that night.

That the headmistress's secretary, Paul, was in on these bizarre
sexual games was without doubt, and she had to assume the head-
mistress also knew about everything that had been done to her. The
entire faculty must know, and perhaps everyone in the entire school
participated on some level. She couldn't believe that, but what
Ingrid had said to her, that she was the Seniors' to do with as
they desired, certainly suggested it. If so, there was nothing she
could do but run away, and she thought they would know if she
tried, would stop her and torment her worse than they had done;
perhaps they would even do to her what they had done to Su Lee. To
be bound to the floor and fucked like and animal--she shuddered,
shying away from her own reactions to what she had seen. But they
kept coming back to her: her arousal to being fucked, and the
horrible orgasm which she had when Paul had fucked her in the ass;
her multiple orgasms as she saw Su Lee being mounted by dog after
dog, and her surprise, and yes, she admitted to herself, her
arousal, when she saw pleasure cross Su Lee's face. She couldn't
understand her own arousal at the brutal treatment she had
received, how could she understand Su Lee's?

She shook herself as she felt her vagina grow damp and her labia
swell at these remembrances. She curled up again and tried to
drive the pictures of Su Lee's abuse from her mind. It was awful
what they had done to her, she thought, her mind becoming cloudy
with sleep, awful.... She became groggily aware of people entering
her room carrying a large bundle, which they threw on Su Lee's bed.
Sleep pulled her back to unconscousness before she could see what
was happening. She awoke early the next morning to see Su Lee
curled up into a fetal position on her bed. She lay there asleep,
naked, and Karen could see the ugly marks of whips and cane
covering her body. She wanted to go over and take her in her arms,
to hold her and comfort her; but what could she say? What could
she do? She was there to see what had happened...she pulled back
and shook her head, her brown hair swinging across her back. No,
she couldn't. Then she noticed an envelope on her dresser; it
wasn't there when she had come back last night. She fearfully
opened it and read:

Dearest Karen,

Greetings to the Covenant School for Girls from your head-
mistress Samantha Kane. I have seen the tapes and know that by now
you have been introduced to the main extracurricular activity at
our school. In case you are in any way confused by your present
situation, this letter is designed to clear up those confusions.
First of all, let me make it very clear that your main purpose
here, besides obtaining a first class education, is to service
myself, my secretary, the faculty, the seniors, the juniors, and
the members of Delta Sigma Pi, in that order, in any way they
desire. Let me repeat myself: you are to obey the preceding
without question.

Now I realize that certain demands that we may make upon your
person may cause you certain discomfort; practice patience and
forebearance, and realize that no member of the above will be
allowed to permanently injure you in any way, or to impact your
schoolwork negatively. Also realize that next year you will be a
Junior here at our school, and therefore free of certain of the
strictures which now apply to you, as well as gaining social
superiority over the Freshmen and Sophmore.

Now that I have reassured you on the main points of your
situation, let me follow with certain simple rules you will be
expected to follow while you are a student here.

1) You will wear no underclothes except that provided by one
of the above persons.

2) You will speak to one of the above people outside of the
classroom only when spoken to.

3) You will refer, outside of the classroom, to the above
people as master or mistress, depending on the sex of the person.

If you break any of these rules, realize that you will be
punished severely.

One final note, in case you are thinking about revealing our
cozy setup here to anyone: we have tapes of everything that has
been done to you. Far from being self-incriminating, these tapes
will, properly edited, reveal you engaging in consenual, if kinky,
sexual escapades, and enjoying yourself immensely. Any story of
members of this academy forcing you into unwanted sexual contact
will be dismissed by us as either malicious spitefulness,
overactive imagination, or "day after" regrets over your sexual
experiences.

Respectfully yours,

Samantha Kane

p.s. Please bring this letter with you to my office at 4:00 pm
this afternoon.

She shuddered as she read the letter--it seemed hardly
possible. Then she looked over at Su Lee, her naked body covered
with welts and bruises, and realized it was not only possible, it
was. She sat down on the edge of her bed, stunned, vague thoughts
and worries running through her horrified mind. She sat unmoving
for perhaps an hour, and when she finally did move, it was like an
automaton. She had closed her mind off to the world around her;
she had pushed everything that had happened out of her mind so that
she could cope. She would do her schoolwork and the like and then
she would meet with the schoolmistress at 4:00 pm--beyond that her
mind refused to function.

At 2:00 two senior girls whom she did not know well came and
carried Su Lee away; Karen ignored them, and ignored Su Lee's
feeble, sobbing cries for help. At 3:55, she rose from her desk,
checked to make sure she was wearing no underwear, and walked
unthinkingly to Samantha Kane's office. When she arrived she saw
Paul sitting at his desk, his boss's large wooden office door
directly behind him. He stood up when he saw her and leered.
Karen shied away and murmered, "I'm here to see Ms. Kane."

"I know," he said, moving from behind the desk to put an arm
around her. She flinched, but let him guide her passively to Ms.
Kane's office door. She didn't even react when he ran his hand
caressingly up her outer thigh to massage her naked buttocks. "Too
bad," he murmered, "I almost hoped you would disobey." Still
massaging her buttocks, he opened the door to Ms. Kane's office and
gently pushed her through.

Standing in the headmistress's office, Karen looked up as she
heard the door closed behind her. Her protective
complacency shattered as she beheld what was before her, and she
backed, shocked, into the door. She had remembered the
headmistress as a stern, older woman, about 40 years old, 6' tall
and exceedingly handsome. She remembered when she had first seen
the headmistress, her brown-blond hair carefully done up, her
piercing blue eyes staring sharply at her from amid small wrinkles
webbing her face, her full and firm figure gracefully controlled,
her full length dress tasteful and unrevealing. The picture before
her could not be more different.

Samantha Kane was in the throws of rapture: her medium length
hair spilling over shoulders, her face flushed, a small, catlike
smile playing on her lips, her back arched back as she kneeled over
the face of one of her students, her hands gripping her student's
breasts harshly, her own large, full breasts standing out proudly
from her chest, her large round nipples distended in pleasure, her
ass crushing down into her face, the outward extending penis gag
fully embedded in her moist cunt, her juices flowing down onto her
helpless student's face. Samantha Kane shuddered in her orgasm
while smiling lazily at Karen. Slowly she rose, her pussy sliding
easily from the plastic dildo, and moved toward Karen.

Karen was transfixed by the sight of her approaching head-
mistress, but she couldn't help but glance at the hapless student
bound on the floor behind her. A sudden chill went through her as
she recognized Su Lee, a penis gag, now covered with Ms. Kane's
juices, 1.5" in diameter and extending into as well as 7" out of
her mouth. She was lying on her back, her calves strapped with
wide leather belts tightly against her thighs. Her thighs were
pulled up and back against her sides, pulling her ass into the air,
and strapped there with another leather band running just under her
small breasts, which also held her arms against her sides. In this
position her pussy and ass were obsenely exposed to the several
videocameras stationed around the room.

Ms. Kane's voice cut through her thoughts, "Hello Karen, I've
been wanting so much to meet you." Her voice had a silky, catlike
quality to it, and Karen submitted meekly as she gripped her upper
arm and led her around the large desk which Su Lee was lying in
front of. Here she could not see her friend, but another sight
caught her attention: a stool, one foot high, stood bolted to the
floor where a desk chair should have been, and thrusting up from it
was a shiny metal dildo. It gleamed in the dim light of the office,
and as she followed it down she saw that the chair was "padded"
with what looked like small bed of nails, with what looked like a
seatbelt attatched to the side.

"Kneel down on the stool, now, dear," Ms. Kane said, positioning
Karen over the stool, each leg on either side of it. Karen looked
pleadingly at Samantha Kane, seeing there only determination and a
complete lack of mercy. "You know what to do," said the head-
mistress as Karen knelt over the stool, her firm thighs flexing
under her skirt. She looked up at the headmistress and lowered her
pussy right over the medal dildo as Ms. Kane nodded. She shivered
as the cool, smooth metal touched her labia, and she blushed in
shame as she felt the slickness of her tunnel as it eagerly
accepted this foreign invader.

"Look at me," Ms. Kane said sharply, both hands resting on her
shoulders, "look at me!" Karen looked into her sharp blue eyes and
gasped as Samantha Kane pressed her violently down on the dildo,
driving her ass into the nails protruding from the stool. Pain
flashed through her ass, mingling with a curious, cool pleasure
radiating from her cunt. She froze, the nails pressing painfully
into her flesh, and the metal dildo feeling slick inside her pussy,
as Ms. Kane strapped her loosely onto the stool, leaving enough
slack to allow her to ride the dildo, but not enough dislodge it.
She then strapped her knees and ankles to the floor and tied her
wrists to the sides of the stool. Throughout this, Karen was
afraid to move, and her mind focused on the sensations coming from
her ass and groin. Each nail around her ass and thighs was like a
little fire on her nerves; the dildo was a slick, cool invader
inside her, causing her pussy to spasm involuntarily around it,
sending pleasure shooting through her body.

"Ingrid says you suck cunt pretty good, slut," the headmistress
said coolly, rolling a chair forward in front of Karen and sitting
down, her legs spread wide apart on either side of Karen and her
groin resting on the front edge of the chair. "Well, get started!"
she snapped, "and don't forget to fuck yourself on that dildo. If
you don't, I'll be very upset," she smiled. Karen knew resistance
was useless; it would only bring her more pain. Slowly she leaned
forward and kissed Ms. Kane's labia while moving her own hips up
and down on the metal dildo, careful to avoid the sharp nails at
its base. The sour, pungent odor of her headmistress's pussy
assaulted her as she licked at her swollen, glistening lips. She
swirled her tongue around and then, stiffening it, drove it deep
into Ms. Kane's cunt, mashing her face against her pussy in the
process. Ms. Kane groaned and grabbed the back of her head as she
licked at the inside of her pussy. Karen worked her way up to Ms.
Kane's clitorus, rubbing her face all over her cunt as she moved
her mouth toward her stiff bud. Her headmistress shuddered in
pleasure as she took her clitoris between her lips and began to
gently suck on it, running her lips over the small fleshy
protuberence.

Karen broke out into a cold sweat, her own thighs shaking with
the strain of working her cunt up and down the dildo without
striking the spikes at its base. She closed her eyes as she worked
her tongue over Ms. Kane's clit and concentrated on her dildo
inside her. It felt strange, running back and forth across her
inner flesh, so smooth. She worked her hips around, trying to get
something, some feeling, out of it--it was vaguely unsatisfying, so
cool and smooth, so inhuman. She felt desire build in her...she
wanted to be fucked...she wanted to come...she didn't want this
teasing metal cock sending cold chills down her spine, making her
yearn for the real thing. Frustrated, she slammed her hips down
hard against the stool, sending the nails stabbing into her flesh,
sending a delicious pain shooting through her cunt. It hurt, but
it was fire compared to the ice in her cunt. It sparked her to
frentic action: she began sucking and licking her headmistress's
pussy with abandon, earning gratifying moans from Ms. Kane; she
also sent her hips into a flurry of action, her young, muscular
thighs sending her cunt slamming hard down on the dildo and the
nails again and again.

A cold chill seemed to grip her body as she fucked herself
mindlessly on the stool, pain flowing in wave after delicious wave
through her body, each wave sending a thrill of warmth through her.
A gut wrenching cramp took hold of her guts, and she grunted with
her efforts, her body covered in sweat. Ms. Kane was crying out oh
yes aaahhggg ooohh as she rocked back and forth in the chair, her
thighs clenching an unclenching around Karen's head. Karen
suddenly jerked and cried out as the pain in her gut cracked, and
a painful, nerve-wracking orgasm overcame her, sending her shaking
in release upon the stool. Oh god, she thought, it was so awful...
so painful...so draining. She felt wrung out, squeezed.

"You are good," she heard Samantha Kane say, a lazy, satisfied
smile playing on her face, "I think I'll give you a reward." Karen
watched her stand up and remained still as Ms. Kane released her
from the stool. As she stood up, she felt her ass a flaming mass
of pain, and saw her drying blood on the tips of the nails and felt
it drip sluggishly across the back of her thighs. She stood there
dazed as Samantha Kane removed her plaid skirt and white blouse,
leaving her standing naked. She yelped and jumped as she felt a
sharp, stinging pain in her ass as Ms. Kane rubbed a damp towel
over it. "Don't flinch, dear, this is just some bactine to clean
you up. I don't want you bleeding all over my office." Karen drew
her lower lip into her mouth and wondered what else her
headmistress had planned for her.

She didn't have to wait long, for after finishing cleaning up
her ass, Ms. Cane opened the top drawer of her desk and pulled out
a large, strap on dildo. "Put this on," she commanded, handing it
to Karen. She obeyed meekly, gasping as she felt a tiny ridge
press against her clitorus when she pulled it snug against her.
She allowed herself to be led around the other side of the desk,
her fake cock swinging from side to side. She wasn't really taking
part anymore...she was just acting out her part in this bizarre
play designed by Ms. Kane. She saw herself look down at the still
bound form of Su Lee...she had forgotten about her...and register
shock as Ms. Kane reached down and pulled out a buzzing vibrator
from Su Lee's pussy. Su Lee moaned as the vibrator was removed,
arched her back, and shuddered. Her headmistress merely smiled and
removed another vibrator from Su Lee's ass, receiving a grunting,
thrashing response from Su Lee.

Samantha Kane handed her the vibrators, one slick with Su Lee's
juices, the other coated with a light film of oil, both still
buzzing insistantly. "These are for you," she purred, "put them in
for the camera," she said as she moved behind one of the cameras
and focused it on Karen's crotch. Karen blushed furiously but
moved to obey, taking part in her own humiliation. She spread her
legs and lifted up the plastic strap on with her left hand, putting
the tip of the buzzing vibrator against her labia. She shuddered
as she felt the vibrator slip easily into her cunt, sending its
vibration humming through her body. She pushed it in as far as she
could, her fingers pushed up to the first knuckle in her own pussy,
and felt it touch her cervix, sending a shiver through her bones.
It felt awkward inside her, but she dutifully took the other
vibrator and pressed it against her anus. It made her want to
defacate, and her asshole spasmed as she shoved the buzzing cock
into her ass. She pushed it all the way in until her asshole
closed over the end, and then she stood there, the two vibrators
seeming to numb her insides.

"Good, good," she heard Samantha Kane say, "now put your cock
into your friend there." She saw Su Lee's dark, exotic eyes widen
at these words, but moved, as if she were an automaton, to follow
her headmistress's instructions. She walked awkwardly, the two
vibrators filling her up, deeply massaging her innards, until she
stood near Su Lee's upturned ass. She knelt down, her legs on
either side of her ass, and placed her hands just below Su Lee's
bound knees, leaning her weight there. The warmth of her friend's
skin brought her out of her objectivity, and she hesitated, looking
down at the large plastic dildo hovering just millimeters from Su
Lee's exposed cunt. She quivered as she realized what she was
doing, but realized she had no choice. She pressed the fake cock
against Su Lee's swollen, dark red, slippery labia, and gently
pushed forward with her hips, gasping as she felt the ridge on the
top to the dildo press into her clitorus. Su Lee began grunting
and squirming around, but Karen bore down, putting more of her
weight on Su Lee's legs and pressing forward harder with her hips.
My god, she thought, the vibrators spreading the pleasure pressing
against her clit throughout her body, I'm splitting her in half.
She was entranced by the sight of the dildo, seeming so large
compared to Su Lee's oh so narrow hips, sliding slowly into her
cunt, her juices bubbling out around the edge of the cock as it
forced its way into her. She shuddered in pleasure as she sunk the
cock all the way into her friend, feeling it hit her friend's
cervix, sending a jarring sensation against her clit. A soft
orgasm blossemed in her clitorus, was grabbed by the vibrators and
spread throughout her guts. Her stomach muscles and thighs spasmed
and she fell heavily onto Su Lee, ending up staring directly at the
penis gag obscenely jutting from Su Lee's mouth.

She felt a hand grab her head and force her mouth over the gag
and press down slowly, forcing her mouth wide. As the hand began
pressing her throat down on the plastic dildo, she began to panic,
and placing her hands beside Su Lee's head, tried to push herself
off. "Stop that," Ms. Kane said sharply, "swallow, come on,
swallow." Karen felt bile rise in her throat as the hand on her
head forced the dildo inexorably into her throat. Her gag reflex
took over and she began to heave, her hips still attached to Su
Lee's by the strap on. Ms. Kane relented, and Karen was able to
recover, swallowing the bile that had risen in her throat. Again
the hand pressed her head down...she couldn't do it, couldn't take
that thing in her throat...it would kill her.... She began
swallowing madly as it pressed against her throat, and felt a
strange, warm tearing sensation as it slipped into her throat. She
couldn't breath, her throat spasmed involuntarily around the
intruder, and still the hand pressed down, forcing it further into
her throat. "Breath through your nose, slut," she heard, and
gratefully sucked in a lungful of air, her nostrils distending with
the effort. The pain in her throat lessened and the hand stopped
pressing her down, but by now she had taken the whole thing down
her throat, and her lips were pressed up against Su Lee's, her nose
pressing against her friend's.

Her whole body felt filled, her throat stretched around the
plastic dildo and the vibrators in her bowels and pussy sending a
humming numbness through her guts. "Now fuck her," she heard Ms.
Kane growl, and jerked her hips back, feeling Su Lee twitch under
her. She pressed her hips forward again and moaned as the plastic
ridge pressed against her clit, letting out a sharp gasp through
her nose as she bumped up against Su Lee's cervix. She began
moving her hips back and forth, driving the strap on slowly into Su
Lee; the dildo in her throat made her seem somehow connected to Su
Lee, impaled and impaling, every hole stretched and filled. She
felt Su Lee begin to rock with her thrusts, and moan each time
Karen brought her hips to press firmly against Su Lee's slender
body. She felt her own nipples and Su Lee's stiffen as they rubbed
against each other, and Karen felt a boiling pleasure begin to
build deep in her guts.

Suddenly with a load SMACK, pain exploded in her tenderized ass,
sending her hips slamming into Su Lee's, driving the plastic cock
deep into her cunt. Her scream around the penis in her throat was
echoed by Su Lee when their hips met with a painful slapping sound.
For a moment Karen didn't know what had happened, and froze in
place, her fake penis shoved as deep as possible into Su Lee's
pussy, her throat distended around the plastic penis gag, her lips
touching Su Lee's at its base, her body pressed, sweating, hard
against her friend's. Then she realized what had happened--Ms.
Kane had used a belt on her poor, torn, ass--and Karen knew what
she would do if she didn't keep fucking Su Lee. So she tenatively
pulled the strap on out of Su Lee's pussy, only to have her ass
explode in pain at its apex as Ms. Kane brought the belt across her
tender cheeks. A matching pleasure shot through her clitorus as
her hips slammed forward into Su Lee's to escape the pain, another
cry coming from her gagged throat, echoed again by Su Lee.

She pulled back again, SMACK, pain flashed through her ass,
melding with the sharp pleasure at her clit, spread through her
groin by the vibrators in her guts. SMACK SMACK SMACK...her hips
humped up and down furiously, driven by the belt biting into her
ass. She grunted in unison with Su Lee, each downward thrust
bouncing her off her friends slender hips, sending more pleasure
shooting through her body. She was like a driven machine, sweat
dripping off her body, her breath coming in great gasps sucked
through her nostrils. She felt a low kining come from Su Lee
through the gag into her own throat, and felt her friend's body
tense beneath hers. Su Lee cried through her gag, sending chills
down Karen's throat, and began bucking wildly beneath her as Karen
slammed the strap on again into her cunt. Answering fire exploded
in her own clit as she felt her friend twist beneath her, pinioned
by her bonds and by the driving phallus she wielded. The vibrators
were a strong wind sweeping her pleasure like wildfire through her
entire body, engulfing her ass in painful pleasure, her groin a
countering cool wind of ecstacy. Her body spasmed in the throws of
her orgasm, taunt and firm, and then she collapsed, exhausted, onto
Su Lee.

Three weeks later, Karen lay on her bed at the boarding school,
thinking about what had happened to her after she had left the
headmistress's office. She had had to go to the nurse to get the
vibrator removed from her ass, and she blushed at the remembrance,
remembering how she was told to lean over the back of the chair
while the nurse reached inside her with a metal device. When she
had returned to her room, Su Lee was not there, and when she did
return, wouldn't speak to her. Karen badly wanted to tell her
friend that she didn't want to do what she had done, but she had
been forced to; she wanted to tell her it would be all right, that
they could stick it out together; but Su Lee merely curled up into
a ball on her bed and ignored her. Karen felt awful, but there
seemed nothing she could do. What surprised her most was that, for
the first time, other of her classmates stopped by to talk to her.
She remembered how wary they all were, and how they looked at Su
Lee with pity. She remembered how each one empathized with her,
and let hints drop about how things worked at the school, and what
her role was. Her spirits were bouyed by these visits, and she felt
a growing sympathy with the rest of the underclasswomen at the
school.

She learned that the original headmistress of the Convenant
School for girls had had a son who was a member of Delta Sigma Pi.
It had apparently been his idea to turn the school into his own and
his fraternity brothers' private harem, and got his mother to
agree. They then began setting up the social structure they had
now: first they approached the more sadistic and easily influenced
teaching faculty and convinced them of the benefits of having a
whole school of young cunts at their disposal. They then picked
out several of the senior girls who were especially cruel, and
subtly encouraged them to dominate the rest of the student body.
Following the sly suggestions of faculty, and receiving absolute
support from them, these girls brutalized the entire school,
offering admission to their clique only to other seniors, and some
juniors--the alternative to being with them was to be against them.
Eventually they began actually torturing those girls who they
disliked, or who did not jump when they wanted them to. It was a
short step from there to sexual domination.

At first the school had trouble keeping these activities from
reaching the parents, but by imposing what was essentially a police
state at the school, they managed, until there was no thought of
escape, since there was no hope. At this point they were ready for
the next step--the introduction of the members of Delta Sigma Pi to
these sexual games. It wasn't hard, since by this time the seniors
were wallowing in their sexual domination of the underclasswomen.
They knew that nothing was more humiliating and degrading than
rape, so, at the suggestion of faculty, brought over rapists. This
act broke most of the underclasswomen, and no more resistance was
made; most accepted their lot, holding the hope that when they were
seniors they would be able to revenge themselves on the younger
generation.

May 27, 2011

School Girl Part 2

She wasn't sure if he hit her again, although he must have,
for the agony kept increasing, building to an almost inhuman level
where she thought her entire pelvis must explode, wished it would
explode, just to release the awful agony which was consuming her.
It was beyond pain, beyond sensation; it was as if at the end of
every one of the nerves in her pelvis area a little fire had been
lit. The noise had stopped, her mouth open in a silent scream.
She half felt a weight lean against her, two hands roughly grab her
breasts, mauling them between strong fingers, pressing them into
her chest. She felt vaguely a jabbing around her vulva, and felt
her hymen tear, the pain of that violation subsumed by the greater
pain left from the whipping, merely adding more sensation to her
already overburdened nerves.

He was kneeling by her ass, his hands mauling her breasts,
pinching her nipples, causing her head to thrash back and forth as
his cock slammed mercilessly back and forth into her tortured
vagina, thinly coated with the blood of her hymen. She thrust
uncontrollably back at him, the fire within her an unbearable,
burning pressure, a pressure which she, without thinking, needed to
burst. She began grunting at each powerful thrust; her world had
narrowed to the terrible, overwhelming, consuming sensation
centered in her cunt. Suddenly the pounding stopped, and her voice
rose into a kining, monotone wail. He pulled out, quickly losing
hardness, leaving her hips bobbing up and down, her cunt gasping
and sucking in air. Her mind screamed Nooooo...only a little
more...a little more and it would all be over...she would overwhelm
her senses and achieve oblivion...she needed just a little more....
Suddenly she was filled again with one brutal thrust as the stocky
man slammed his cock into her to the hilt. He worked feverishly,
slapping her tits, her face, pinching her nipples, calling her
whore, slut, bitch, cunt. She didn't hear, didn't feel, didn't
care, her whole body was on the edge. He punched his cock into her
and ground his pelvis against her clit, sending her over the top.
She froze, every muscle standing out in straining relief against
her body; she screamed as every sensation--the bite of the belt
into her pussy, the brutal tearing of her hymen, the slaps, the
pinches, the awful, overwhelming pressure was sucked down, like a
collapsing star, into one timy piece of flesh, her clitorus. Then
it exploded in wave after wave of painful ecstacy, and she felt her
body convulse with every pulse from her clit, her strength inhuman
in the throws of her orgasm. She was free of restraining hands,
free of the man's penis, which had filled her with seed the moment
of her orgasm, free to bang her legs and ass, her shoulders, her
head, again and again against the hard floor, flopping around like
a beached fish.

Finally, she doesn't know after how long, or if she lost
conscousness as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure ripped
through her body, she came to her senses. Her whole body ached,
especially her arms, shoulders, and vagina, but she didn't care;
she was removed from everything, like she was caught in that
strange land between sleep and waking. Voices drifted down to
her..."freaky...on tape?..every twitch...what a cunt...bite my
prick off...shit." Hands lifted her, wrapped something around her,
led her into chilly air which she hardly noticed, laid her down on
a bed where she quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Karen awoke at one o'clock Saturday afternoon. She could
barely move, she was stiff and sore all over. As she swung her
legs to the side of the bed and tried to stand, the awful aching in
her vagina almost knocked her over. Her mind was still numbed from
sleep and pain when she looked into the full-length closet mirror.
Her large brown eyes widened in shock as she saw herself: red
welts crisscrossed her entire body, concentrated on her thighs and
breasts. Her vagina and the entire area between her legs was a
swollen, puffy red. Her eyes were puffy and her face tearstreaked.
Dried semen coated her inner thighs and stuck her pubic hair
together. The horror of last night came rushing back to her, and
she collapsed onto the floor, sobbing.

Every detail in crystal clarity pushed at her conscousness: her
kidnap at the hands of Ingrid and Mercedes, how they beat her and
then turned her body treacherously against her. The so relaxing
shower followed by the worst horror of the night, her attempted
escape and her punishment. She quivered, unable to stop the flow
of memories, the memories of the pain of the belt on her cunt,
bringing her to a bizarre desire for release; of her hymen ripping
before a man's raping phallus, of his seed filling her to be
replaced by another man's phallus, and of her final, mind-bending
orgasm, which hurt so much but felt so strangly good. She shivered
at the memories as she lay on the floor, her chest heaving with
sobs.

Slowly she recovered, and, wiping the tears from her eyes, stood
up and staggered to her closet. She grabbed a towel and went over
to her sink, washing herself off as well as she could; she didn't
want to go to the showers, she didn't want to be seen. Her face
flushed with humiliation as she thought of Ingrid or Mercedes
seeing her and smiling their knowing smiles, laughing at her, at
how they wrung two terrible orgasms from her, at how they beat her
and tortured her and finally gave her to their friends to play
with. She almost broke down again, but caught herself. She lay
down on the bed and began to think.

She couldn't go outside, not with Ingrid and Mercedes around;
they might grab her again. Thinking that, she looked at her door
- -it didn't have any locks. She stood up quickly, ignoring her
aching body, and wedged a chair against the doorknob, then returned
to bed, curling up into a fetal position. She could tell the
headmistriss, Ms. Ellsworth, but if Ingrid had been telling the
truth, she already knew all about it, and approved. She couldn't
turn to anyone at the school, and Su Lee was gone for the weekend.
She couldn't call anyone either, since the girls weren't allowed
any outgoing calls. If only her parents called her she could have
them come and pick her up, take her away from this hell; but they
hadn't called in two weeks, and were probably too busy with the
divorce to care about her. She could try to hike to the nearest
town, or to the highway, but that would take four or five hours,
and she had no doubts that she was being watched. She couldn't
escape.

She stayed in her room all day, leaving only when she couldn't
hold her urine or her bowels any longer, afraid each time that she
would see Ingrid or Mercedes. Gladly, they were nowhere to be
seen. She didn't eat and she had a hard time sleeping that night,
but the next day finally came. It was a repitition of the previous
day, except hunger pains drove her to the cafateria, where she
quickly grabbed some rolls and fled back to her room. Su Lee came
back that evening, talkative, as she seldom was, excited by her
weekend with her parents. Karen was in no mood to listen, but kept
up a pretence of interest: she didn't want Su Lee to find out what
had happened to her. Finally, though, Su Lee's energy began to
wane, and they both began getting ready for bed. Karen waited for
Su Lee to leave the room for her toiletries before changing: Su
Lee was bound to notice the ugly welts covering her body

The school week passed uneventfully: Ingrid and Mercedes were
seldom seen and ignored her completely. The rest of the world went
on as if nothing had happened. Still, Karen cringed every time she
had to go out into the halls and every time someone called her
name. Finally Friday came when she received an unexpected note in
the mailbox: it was from the headmistress' secretary stating that
the headmistress wished her presence in the faculty lounge that
evening at 7 pm. At first she was scared to go...what if Ingrid
and Mercedes were telling the truth, and she would arrive there to
suffer more abuse at Ms. Ellsworth's hands...but what if they were
lying, and the headmistress had found out what happened to
her...then she would be saved...and if she knew nothing, then Karen
could tell her everything...she had to go...had to find out. She
resolved herself to go over dinner in the cafeteria. She wished Su
Lee had made it to dinner so she could ask her what she thought it
meant, but she was probably busy studying.

When Karen returned to her room, she was surprised to see Su Lee
absent, but she was worried about her meeting with her headmistress
so didn't think twice about it. She went to the mirror to check
out how she was healing: not bad, all but the worst of the welts
were completely gone, and she didn't even feel those any more. She
stretched and waited until seven, then left to meet the
headmistress.

The faculty lounge was in the same building as the faculty
apartments, about a five minute walk across campus from the
student's dorms. She made it in under three at a jog, and was
shivering in her oversized jacket outside the door marked "FACULTY
LOUNGE", knocking hard. The headmistress' secretary, Paul, a tall,
stocky man, about 6' tall and 185 lbs, with sandy brown hair and a
handsome face, opened the door and smiled down on her. "Right on
time. Come in, come in." He held the door open for her and
ushered her into a short, wide hallway with another door at the
end. "Let me take your jacket," he said, and Karen gratefully gave
it to him to hang on one of the hooks on the wall; it was much
warmer inside. She fell into step beside him as he walked down the
hall toward the other door. He opened it and waved her through,
smiling.

Karen stepped through the door and began to face forward,
feeling Paul following her, when she was pushed hard in the back,
throwing her off her feet to land hard on her hands and knees, her
hair falling over her head to obscure her face. She grunted as her
hands and knees hit a soft, padded floor, much like the gym mats
she had practiced on when she was young. Oh God, not again, she
thought as she scrambled to her feet. As she stood, ready to flee,
she felt a strong hand grip the back of her neck, causing her to
freeze. "Now, now Karen, don't do anything foolish. You
remembered what happened last time," Paul said, holding her
tightly. She trembled slightly, remembering; "Now put your arms
behind your back," he said, and she acquiesed meekly, feeling a
pair of metal handcuffs quickly binding her wrists. Still holding
her neck, Paul brushed her hair from her face, giving her her first
good look at the faculty lounge. She gasped as her eyes took
everything in: it was a large room, maybe 200' by 200'; several
single parallel bars, about waist high, were bolted to a floor
carpeted with gym mats; large eye-hooks protruded from various
places on the floor and walls; several ottoman-like objects,
surrounded by eye-hooks, sat bolted to the floor; endless amount of
rope hung down from eye-hooks on the ceiling, 15' up; a ladder
leaned against the left wall, which was lined with glass cases,
filled with dildos, vibrators, canes, whips, pins, gags, clamps,
and things she had no idea what they were. What drew her attention
immediately, though, was the object which dominated the center of
the room: it was two large steel hoops, each about 10' in
diameter, intersecting each other at their diameters. One hoop,
standing straight up, was securely bolted to a thick column, itself
bolted to the floor, which was capable of rotating; the other was
attached to the first hoop so that it could be spun around within
the first hoop. She stared, aghast, at this contraption, for Su
Lee was tied spread-eagled within it, getting fucked by the slim
young man who had violated her!

Su Lee's body was stretched to the breaking point, her slim
legs, arms, and stomach straining against the pull of the ropes
binding her spread-eagled to the hoop and against her own weight,
for she was suspended in the air, her groin tilted slightly upward
and her head hanging back, her hair cascading to pile on the
ground. Welts marked her small breasts and her thighs, and her
beautiful asian eyes were closed tightly, puffy from the tears
which were streaming down her face to mingle with her hair. Her
mouth was distorted around a large ball gag, pulling her full lips
tight around the gag. The young man was standing on a small stool
between her legs, slowly pistoning his cock, coated with a thin
film of blood, down into Su Lee's pussy. Su Lee was turned
sideways to her, and she shuddered...not Su Lee too...oh God...it
was too much.... "You like that," Paul said, his voice hard, "you
like seeing your friend get pronged like that?"

She shook her head, "Nooo...nooo."

"Oh, come on, I saw the films, you loved it."

She cringed, he had seen the video tapes, a red blush of shame
crept into her face, and she tried to drop her head, but he held it
up, forcing her to watch Su Lee being viciously raped. She saw the
tendons on Su Lee's inner thighs straining at her position, her
small girlish breasts rise and fall with her struggling breath, her
pretty, petite face distorted by the gag stretching her jaws
obscenely apart; saw a cock, glistening red with Su Lee's hymen
blood, mercilessly slide again and again into the space between her
thighs. She choked down a sob at the sight, and felt a tingle
crawl up her spine as she thought of her friend's terror.

"Ah, her comes Ingrid," Paul said, drawing her eyes away from Su
Lee to Ingrid coming through a door at the other end of the room.
Karen stared in horror as she met Ingrids piercing blue eyes and
saw her smile. Ingrid stood there for a second, her statuesque
figure seemingly carved from ivory, the pure whiteness of her
nakedness broken only by a black bodice, drawing in her stomach and
pushing up and together her impressive breasts; she then began
walking toward her. Karen began to struggle in Pauls strong grip,
but he merely dragged her by her neck over to a parallel bar,
slamming her thighs painfully into it. Ingrid reached her a moment
later and quickly grabbed both her ankles and jerked them apart,
attaching them to the cuffs on the vertical bars of the parallel
bar. "Please," she whined, "don't do this to me. Please." Paul
ignored her, and Ingrid answered by grabbing a handful of her hair
and dragging her torso down waist level, pulling her hips painfully
against the parallel bar. She was now stretched taunt across the
bar, helpless as Paul pushed her skirt over her hips and began
rubbing his hands across her ass, pinching it through her
underware. She squirmed at his touch and tried to pull away from
Ingrid as, still grasping her hair, she began to unbutton Karen's
school blouse, revealing Karen's strong stomach and firm breasts,
hanging slightly within a plain white bra.

"Two virgins in two weeks," she heard a voice, the slim young
man's, say, "and that one, let me tell you, is tight."

"Greg, be quiet and get me a pair of sissors; I want to get
these panties off," that was Paul. She began squirming as Paul
began gently slapping her ass and Ingrid began pinching her nipples
through her bra, but there was nothing she could do, her arms
pinned behind her back and her ankles firmly secured wide apart to
the bars. Held there, her mind began to wander, so she did not
even notice as her bra and panties were cut off. She thought about
Su Lee, and imagined what it had been like for her: to be strung
up, practically pulled apart on that metal hoop, hanging like a
piece of meat to be used by anyone; to feel the stinging bite of
the whip burning across your skin; to twist and squirm and try to
escape the punishment, knowing you couldn't, knowing there was
nothing you could do as a man drove his cock mercilessly into you,
ripping away your virginity.... She was suddenly brought back to
reality as she felt Paul slide a finger easily into her cunt.

"Damn, she sure is ready to rumble," Paul exclaimed.

Ingrid replied, "I told you, this one gets off on it. I bet
she's thinking about how much she'd like a hard cock up her right
now." She turned as she heard the door at the opposite end of the
room open, and said, "Oh oh, here comes Mercedes; this should be
fun." Turning toward Karen, she knelt down, and placing one hand
between her shoulder blades, pulled her head up so she was looking
toward Su Lee and Mercedes: "You see, Mercedes _hates_ asians."
Then she smiled, and said, "this should be fun to watch."

Karen's back had begun to ache, and her neck was hurting, being
pulled back at that awkward angle, but worst of all was the warm
feeling which was radiating from her vagina as Paul began to rub
his fingers, well lubricated by her juices, against her clitorus.
How could she be enjoying this? Poor Su Lee, poor her...what was
wrong with her? To be turned on by these animals? All these
thoughts ran through her mind as she watched Mercedes, carrying a
large bullwhip, walk slowly toward Su Lee. She was wearing a dark
red corset, which made her waist practically disappear, attached to
which were garters supporting red stockings; her hair was done up
in a severe bun, and she had her glasses on. When she reached the
hoop, she adjusted it so that Su Lee was hanging upside down, her
cunt pointing toward the ceiling. She was so tightly bound to the
hoop that it barely relieved any of the strain on her arms. Karen
saw her friend bound, every muscle in her body pulling against the
strain of the bondage, and thought, she didn't know why, she is
beautiful, so beautiful. She had always thought Su Lee had a
willowy, exotic, beauty, but now she was captivating, and Karen
felt little pins and needles travel up and down her spine as she
watched her, feeling Paul's penis rubbing up against her cunt,
sliding back and forth against the slippery, swollen lips.

Mercedes walked around to the side of Su Lee and unlimbered the
whip; suddenly, with a skill Karen found amazing, she drew her arm
back and forward, the whip following to strike with a SNAP Su Lee's
upper thigh. Su Lee screamed through her gag and her beautiful
almond eyes popped open, and Karen could see the pain and fear
reflected in them. A small bruise began to blacken the red mark
the whip had left, and blood started to ooze out of the broken
skin. Again a SNAP, and Su Lee's body trembled, a high keening
sound echoed from her throat, through the gag, as her right nipple
began to ooze blood. Su Lee's keening softened to a ragged sob,
then resumed with another SNAP, as her other nipple was struck.
Then Mercedes moved in front of her, a little to Karen's left, and
raised the whip in her arm again, bringing it down this time with
a THUNK, directly on the front of Su Lee's vagina. Karen saw blood
splatter up from Su Lee's cunt, and Su Lee howled and shook against
her bonds. Shaking like a leaf, sweat pored down her body as she
sobbed into her gag. Karen jerked against the hands and bonds
holding her at the sight of that blow, and she gasped as a soft
wave of pleasure crashed against her pussy...it was good, so good
without the pain driving her wild.

Putting down the whip, Mercedes went over to the cabinet and
took out a thick leather strap, and returned to Su Lee. Ingrid
turned to her, and saying, "Damn, now I'm really hot," sat down on
a pillow almost below the parallel bar, pulling Karen down with her
by the hair. Adjusting herself and spreading her legs, she looked
Karen in the eyes: "Now, bitch, you're going to suck me off, and
if you don't make me cum in five minutes, Paul up there is going to
fuck you in the ass." Karen stared at Ingrid, fear coming into her
eyes as the strong scent of sex wafted up from Ingrid's pussy to
her. She couldn't, they couldn't expect her to do _that_. She
tried to twist her head away but Ingrid just let out a short laugh
and jammed Karen's head into her crotch and began to rub her wet
pussy all over her face. At the same time, Paul sunk his dick, in
one smooth motion, into Karen's pussy, and began to slowly thrust
himself in and out of her cunt. They were serious, completely
serious. They would actually fuck her there, and they expected her
to lick another woman's pussy; it was awful. Ingrid cuffed her
upside the head as Paul continued slowly fucking her, "Come on
bitch, use that tongue."

Tenatively she pushed her tongue between her lips and tasted the
sour, slippery wetness of another woman. Ingrid let out a low moan
as Karen began to run her tongue back and forth against her pussy
lips, the slap of leather against flesh and Su Lee's awful, muffled
screaming counterpointing the slow fucking Paul was giving her.
Karen began to settle down into a rhythm as Ingrid slapped her ears
as she told her what to do--lick up and down the lips, rubbing her
nose against Ingrid's clit, then close on the clit with her mouth,
suck it gently into her mouth and flick her tongue back and forth
across her clit. Then do it all again when Ingrid slapped her on
the head. It wasn't so bad, she thought, the cock pumping slowly
in and out of her sopping cunt relaxing her. Her postition was
awkward and uncomfortable, but this was so much better than the
whipping...poor Su Lee...she could still hear the slapping of the
belt followed by Su Lee's muffled screams. As she thought about
it, about her bent across the bar, force to lick a woman's cunt
while a man used her cunt for his pleasure, Su Lee's screams in the
background, warmth began spreading through her loins and she began
to tremble. Suddenly, though, Paul pulled out, "Time's up," and,
grabbing her asscheeks, pulled them wide apart, exposing her tiny
asshole.

Karen began to panic...just when it was feeling so good...why
couldn't they just fuck her?...why did they have to hurt her?...and
tried to pull away from Ingrid. Ingrid merely gripped her head
more firmly and thrust her hips forward against her face, "Come
on," she said, "I was almost there." She kept struggling but she
couldn't do anything to stop this violation of her ass. She froze
with horror, receiving a few blows to the head from Ingrid, as she
felt Pauls slick dick prod against her anus. She tried to yell, to
say no, stop, but her voice was muffled by Ingrid, who pushed her
face against her pussy, effectively muting her. "Come on, slut,
keep moving that tongue," Ingrid urged as Paul pressed his cock
harder against her small, puckered opening.

"Give her ass a little incentive to open up, Greg," she heard
Paul say, then jerked forward hard against the bar as pain exploded
in her lower back, and the sickening slap of the belt came to her
ears. Her anus spasmed at the blow and Paul shoved his cockhead
in, bringing a grunt of pain from Karen. Ingrid was growing angry
at her for stopping her licking, and began to cuff and slap her
ears, "Come on, bitch," she growled. She jerked forward again as
the belt drove more pain into her lower back, and Paul drove his
dick farther into her tormented ass. The blows against her head
were disorienting her, distracting her from the pain in her ass.
She stuck out her tongue and began to lick again, and felt Ingrid
relax, holding her head tightly between her thighs.

Almost without her knowing, Paul had sunk his cock its full
length into her ass, his balls hanging against her swollen pussy.
She felt so full, like she did just before she deficated, her anus
stretched painfully around his cock. A strange shiver of pleasure
and pain went through her as he slowly began to slide his cock
back, seeming to draw her innards with it, and she grunted into
Ingrid's wet cunt as he slammed his cock back into her ass. He
grabbed her hips in strong hands, bruising her, and began to fuck
her ass with abandon, each forward stroke bringing a grunt from
Karen. It was so different: it hurt, his plunging cock hurt, but
it also felt good, like when she took and extra big shit; she felt
an orgasm begin to build deep within her guts, a hard knot of
pleasure slowly increasing with each pounding stroke of Paul's
cock. She began to lick fervently at Ingrid's clit, sucking the
soft flesh into her mouth and flicking her tongue wildly across its
bulging head. Ingrid let out a gasp and pulled her head even
harder against her cunt, thrusting her hips into Karen's face as
she came. Feeling Ingrid come around her face sent Karen over the
edge, the hard knot of pleasure bursting, consuming her entire
body, causing her to jerk against the bonds and hands holding her,
her ass spasming around Paul's penis, bringing his seed spilling
into her ass. Slowly she came down from her orgasmic high, her
body tingling with sensation. Ingrid stood up uncertainly and Paul
pulled out of her ass with a gently POP, leaving her feeling empty,
hanging over the bar at the waist, too tired to raise her body to
a standing position.

She knew she should feel humiliated, ashamed, but she was too
numb, too tired, to care. These people could use her all they
wanted, a small part of her _wanted_ them to use her, to beat her:
she shuddered inwardly at this thought, resisting it. She didn't
want this, no matter how much her body betrayed her, she didn't;
she wanted to be home, safe and secure, to be a normal teenager
again, not subject to the sexual whims of a group of sadists. She
came back to herself as she felt a rope thread between the cuffs
connecting her wrists, and moaned in discomfort as her arms were
pulled from her back, dragging her upper body with them, until she
was parallel with the floor. She didn't resist, didn't even
respond, as a collar was attached to her neck and a rope run
through a ring on the collar to another ring between her legs. She
moaned again as her arms were pulled further from her body, until
they were at a 45 degree angle from her back, and the rope pulling
them was tied to the rafters overhead. Her head was then dragged
back by her hair until her face was directly forward, her mouth
open to relieve the strain on her neck, her hair tied around the
cuffs on her wrists.

She opened her eyes as Ingrid began gently stroking her cheek,
"It looks like Merc has something special planned for your friend,
Karen," she said, her voice smooth and mocking. Still in a state
of mental numbness, of mental abstraction, Karen saw what Ingrid
meant: Su Lee was bent over a something like a strange looking
ottoman, her knees bent wide under her, her knees held to the floor
by leather cuffs, her arms spread at right angles to her body and
also cuffed to the floor at bicept, elbow, and wrist, pressing her
chest into the ground. Her head was propped by her chin on a
padded chin gaurd, so that Karen could look directly into her eyes,
only 6' away and swollen with tears. Her pretty asian face was
still distorted by the ball gag, making her, Karen though
wistfully, look almost alluring. Her ass was elevated high in the
air, causing her back to curve painfully back and exposing her
abused vagina and her anus.

Karen closed her eyes for a moment, feeling her own aching body,
with Ingrid's juices drying on her face, Paul's semen leaking from
her bowls down her pussy lips, her head pulled painfully back, her
body bent obscenely over the parallel bar: a wave of tired
resignation passed through her--she couldn't do anything, she was
helpless. She opened her eyes and saw Mercedes, grinning, rub a
rag up and down Su Lee's exposed vagina. She looked into Su Lee's
large, black, almond eyes and saw fear and pain and hopelessness in
them, and a terrible yearning to be let go. She heard herself
whisper "Su Lee," before the sight of Mercedes opening the back
hall door snapped her out of her resigned complacency. Horror and
an awful realization struck her as she watched a german shepherd
come bounding across the room toward Su Lee's bound body. "You
can't," she cried, "Noooo.... Please don't...." She began
struggling against her bonds, painfully trying to free herself.
She struggled harder as she saw the dog stop at Su Lee's exposed
ass and stick his nose right into her cunt, snorting and licking.
Su Lee jerked forward, horror widening her eyes and bringing short
gasps from her flaring nostrils. Karen froze, her muscles tense
with her struggles, as she saw the dog mount her friend, claws
scrabbling painfully against Su Lee's narrow waist, hips thrusting
wildly against Su Lee's ass. Then she saw the dogs narrow, red
penis slide home into Su Lee's pussy, and as she looked back into
Su Lee's eyes, she saw the horror and disgust and pain in her
tearing eyes.

She heard Greg let out an exclamation and then she felt him sink
his dick into her still wet pussy. She grunted at this invasion,
but she was still spellbound by the image before her: the german
shepherd gripping Su Lee's waspish waist with its forelegs, its
neck thrust forward to nip at Su Lee's shoulders, its hips a blur
of motion, driving his slimy penis in and out of Su Lee's pussy at
an incredible speed. Su Lee had her eyes closed, tears running
down her cheeks, curving away from the bulging gag. Mercedes knelt
right next to her head, her face almost against her ear, whispering
Karen knew not what to her as she was raped by a dog. Suddenly,
the dog began to slow its thrusts, and then slammed hard into Su
Lee three times and held its hips to hers. Then the dog pushed
itself off Su Lee and staggered off a little ways, the tip of its
penis engorged into a large bulb. Mercedes remained next to Su Lee
as Paul led the dog back to the hallway, only to release another
german shepherd, which came running straight for Su Lee.

Karen couldn't take her eyes off Su Lee, her face twisted in an
agony of humiliation, her body covered by a dog frantically
thrusting into her, Mercedes in her red outfit kneeling by her ear,
whispering poisons. She shuddered as she felt Greg's hard penis
slide in and out of her. She couldn't stop thinking...what if it
was her tied down to the floor being mounted by a dog, its wet,
slimy cock poking against her pelvis, its claws scratching and
gripping at her waist, its teeth nipping her neck and shoulders,
with Mercedes whispering "dogfucker, whore, slut," into her ear,
telling her how much she liked it, to be fucked like that. She
felt a wave of pleasure consume her as she orgasmed, but she still
could not stop staring at the sight before her. Her arousal began
anew as the dog finished and another was brought in, and she came
again, with Greg slowly fucking her from behind, adding to the
stimulation from her mind. A fourth dog was brought in, and she
saw the expression on Su Lee's face change ever so slightly. Karen
gasped out with another orgasm as she thought she saw a flicker of
pleasure cross Su Lee's face. She did! Karen could see it, could
see Su Lee's closed eyelids flutter, could see her face tense
around her gag, her brows contracting. Karen began to gasp in
excitement as Greg began pounding into her from behind in earnest.
She heard a low humming coming from Su Lee through the gag, and it
ended in a muffled cry as her face twisted in a paroxism of pain an
pleasure, her whole body tense as a wound spring. Karen heard
Ingrid and Paul laughing as her own orgasm hit her, shaking her
entire body, her cunt spasming around Greg's dick, sending him
spurting shot after shot of cum deep into her pussy. As she came
back to herself, Karen saw that the dog had finished, and was being
led back to the hallway. Su Lee was sobbing miserably through her
gag.

May 25, 2011

Divine Bitch: Mistress Felony Sub: Drake Temple The original sub booked for this shoot was to much of a pussy to get on the plane. I found this out the night before the shoot

See the article here:
Pleasure Slave In The Making: Episode 1

Synopsis: The only course for this girl was feeling the pain. All her classmates were willing to help their headmistress and make sure she performed well.
School Girl

unknown author

School Girl Part 1

Karen frowned as she opened the door to her room at the end of
the day. She had been at The Covenant Boarding School for Young
Women two weeks now and was terribly homesick. She hated it! Why
did her parents have to get divorced? And then to pack her off to
this School while they fought over their possessions was no fair.
She missed her old house, with its stables out back and its open
meadows stretching for miles. She thought longingly of how she
used to saddle up Countess, her mare, and ride for hours, the wind
pulling her long auburn hair out behind her, her trim thighs
clenching and unclenching to the natural rhythm of the horse.
Sometimes she would bring a basket of food, maybe some bread and
cheese with a little wine snuck out from the wine cellar, and lay
out among the grass, eating and sipping the wine, and imagining the
clouds above her were imaginary lovers come to take her away to
imaginary lands of beauty and fullfillment.

She even missed her old high school, Bokker, pronounced Boker,
High. She hadn't liked it too much, but managed to get mostly B's
with a couple of A's her freshman year; and her Sophmore year was
shaping up to be a great one before her parents had decided to
destroy everything. She had been assigned the same classes as her
best friend Sandy, and she had just begun to become interested in
a "guy," as Sandy would say. She had even made the second to last
cut on the cheerleading squad. She hadn't expected to make it, of
course, since she was only a sophmore, but it was fun, and she
loved the exercise.

But now she was _here_, she thought as she dropped her bag on
her desk and flopped down on her bed, her plaid, checkered skirt
flying up to reveal trim, well-muscled thighs, just losing their
tan and becoming once more their natural creamy ivory. Her auburn
hair, now, away from the sun, a darker brown, fell in a halo about
her face, framing it. A year ago her face might have been called
boyish, but it had been softened by her maturation: her small,
squarish chin had given away to a rounder, almost dainty one,
perfectly accenting her full, dull pink lips; a small, sharp nose
filled out, and revealing some old asian blood, did not turn up,
instead remaining faintly southern European in look. Large brown
eyes, which also revealed a hint of Asian blood, sat above high
cheekbones and pale, full cheeks, completing the picture.

Everything, she had to admit, wasn't so bad here. It was a
great school, with fully 80% of the girls going on to an ivy league
school. And the accomidations were great. She shared a nice large
room, larger than her room at home, with Su Lee Chen, who, because
she too had joined the school midsemester, had quickly become her
best friend there. The other girls at the school were not friendly
at all, but she thought it must be because they were new. She had
seen a definate heirarchy among her fellow schoolmates, with the
senior and juniors bullying the freshman and sophmores. Neither
she nor Su Lee had been bothered yet though, and Karen hoped they
would just be left alone.

She thought again of Su Lee, and was glad she had at least some
company. Not this weekend, of course, since Su Lee had been picked
up earlier in the day by her parents, but she would be back Sunday
night. Su Lee, she reflected, was a small, attractive young woman,
four inches shorter than her own 5'6". Karen envied her hair,
long, straight, black hair hanging down to her thighs, which she
kept in a french braid most of the time. Her face was not
completely Chinese--Su Lee claimed her grandfather on her mother's
side was white--and it showed, lightening what would have been a
dark olive complexion to a mellower color. Her eyes also revealed
the caucasian blood, being large and lidded. Her body, though, was
typically asian, slim with small breasts (she wore a size A bra,
Karen thought, remembering when she had accidently thought it was
one of her own. She herself had just switched to size B) and a
firm if flat behind. She was not as athletic as Karen, but her
body showed the firmness of youth, and although at 16 she was a
year older than Karen, she looked two years her junior.

She turned onto her side and looked at the clock: 7:00 o'clock.
She sighed and decided she'd better start studying soon, since she
really had nothing better to do. Sitting up, she started
unbuttoning her blouse with one hand while slipping off her shoes
with the other. Shucking off her shirt, she stood and unclasped
her skirt, letting it fall down her shapely calves to the ground.
She stepped out of it, and reached behind herself to unclasp her
bra while standing in front of her dresser. When she had pulled
her bra off, she straightened and looked at herself in the dresser
mirror. She was, she knew, attractive in a clean-cut, athletic
kind of way, her firm breasts, with medium-sized pink nipples,
perfectly porportioned with the rest of her body. Sometimes she
wished she could have the willowy, exotic beauty of Su Lee, but she
shook her head and started to rummage around in her drawer for her
sleeping t-shirt. She found it, pulled it over her head, and
smoothed it down until it fell to mid thigh. She sighed, thinking
of the long, boring weekend in front of her, grabbed her
toiletries, and headed down the hall to the commen restroom. She
was happy to find that none of the other girls were there, and
finished quickly to avoid them. She made it safely back to her
room and sat down to study. Three hours later she was tired and
burned out. Leaving all her study materials on her desk, she
turned off the light and crawled into bed, almost immediately
falling asleep.

She was dreaming...she was swimming in a large pool of water.
She couldn't see the shore and she was very tired. She slipped
under the water...she couldn't breath.... Her eyes popped
open--she couldn't breath! Laying on her stomach, her face was
pressed into her pillow, suffocating her. As she struggled, she
came fully awake and realized that someone was sitting on her lower
back and had pulled her arms behind her back! Someone else had two
hands on the back of her head and was pressing it into the pillow.
She panicked, thrashing around--what was happening to her, what did
these people want? flashed through her mind as she felt a thin
cord being wrapped tightly around her wrists and quickly tied off.
A hand on the back of her head gripped her hair, and a second later
her head was pulled high off the bed, straining her back. As she
gratefully sucked in a mouthful of air and prepared to scream her
lungs out, what felt like a large rubber ball was pressed against
her mouth. She reared back, almost dislodging the person sitting
on her back, but the hand gripping the back of her head pushed
violently forward, while the other hand slammed the ball into her
mouth. She made gagging sounds around the ball as her face was
pressed back into the pillow, and she felt someone pull two straps
across her face and connect them behind her head. She managed to
turn her face to the side, her mind a confused jumble, just before
someone sat on her head. She felt the person sitting on her lower
back turn around, and she kicked her legs back, trying to hit him
or her. The person just grabbed both her ankles and held them
against his or her body, and Karen felt the bite of a cord being
wrapped around her ankles. Suddenly, the weight of the bodies was
off of her, and she started thrashing and grunting madly, trying to
free her hands or her legs. She couldn't see her assailants in the
dark, but sensed movement as someone punched her hard in the gut.
Her nostrils flared as she gasped for breath through the gag, and
they took advantage of her momentary disability by tying another
cord around her legs just above the knees. Two pair of hands then
lifted her roughly and carried her across the room, dropping her
into a large laundry hamper on wheels. The air rushed out of her
lungs with an oomph as she landed hard against the wooden bottom of
the cart on her hip and shoulder. She looked up to see the dark
shapes of clothes fall over her trussed body. She felt and heard
the cart start down the hall.

She wimpered through her gag; what was happening to her? What
did they want from _her_? Her parents were wealthy, but not that
wealthy. And where was she being taken? Her wrists throbbed with
pain as the thin cord cut off the circulation to her hands, and her
legs ached for the same reason. Her jaw was sore, unused to being
pulled so far apart. She squirmed around, trying to get more
comfortable, only scraping her bruised flesh against the wooden
bottom of the cart, driving painful splinters into her thighs and
back. She moaned and started crying, softly sobbing into her gag.
Suddenly she felt a cool breeze, and the wheels of the hamper
changed from a dull rolling noise to the staccio chatter of
rolling across cobblestone. She was outside, in the freezing
night; even through the pile of clothes on her her flesh raised
goosebumps, sending chills up and down her bound legs, and raising
her nipples to sharp points of hardness. She shivered as she
sobbed.

Without warning the nightmare ride was over and she sensed hands
lifting the clothes off her. Lost in despair, she didn't know how
long she had been in the hamper, and she had no idea where she was
now. She stopped her crying and waited fearfully for her
tormenters to reveal themselves. Before all the clothes were
removed, the hamper tipped over, spilling her painfully onto a
hardwood floor, blinded momentarily by the bright lights around
her. Lying painfully on her side, her legs bound together and her
arms tied behind her back, she blinked her large brown eyes, now
swollen with tears. She turned awkwardly onto her back and peered
up into the faces of her Abductors.

Karen registered shock as she saw Ingrid and Mercedes, two girls
from her school, standing over her. Although both were wearing the
school uniform--plaid skirt coming down just above the knee and a
white blouse--they could not have been different in appearance.
Ingrid was a Norwegan, her pale yellow, almost white hair cut into
a short bob, matching her face, which shone with a translucent
pallor. Striking blue eyes stared out from a handsome face, a full
figured woman at 18 years of age, with a hard, strong, shapely
body. She was a senior at the school, and her father was a
senator. Now she stood her full 5'9" over Karen, and smiled
wickedly down at her. Standing next to her was Mercedes, her
southern Italian blood showing her up even darker against the color
of Ingrid. Mercedes was a slight, slip of a girl, standing only 5'
tall and weighing no more than 95 lbs, and Karen had always though
she was a bit mousy, with her wavy brown hair always pulled back
into a pony-tail and her small, angular yet pretty face adorned
with a pair of spectacles. Now, without her spectacles, holding a
3" double bladed knife in front of her, and grinning bizarrly, she
looked frightening. She was a Junior, and Karen remembered,
crazily, that she used to follow Ingrid everywhere.

As Ingrid knelt down beside her and leaned over, staring
directly into her eyes, Karen felt a chill go through her body, and
tried to ask "what do you want?" But all that came out was a
muffled moaning. Ingrid smiled at her, revealing two rows of
perfectly white teeth, somehow frightening Karen all the more:
"I'm sure you're wondering why you're here, aren't you, sweetie?"

Ingrid smiled again as she reached down to caress Karen's cheek,
sending a shiver down her bound form. She could not move, she was
petrified, a small bird caught in the icy blue stare of Ingrid's.
Caressing the side of her face, Ingrid continued, "Well, to put is
simply, you're _ours_. Actually, you're the seniors'. We run
things around here, and we get to do whatever we like to little
snotty underclassmen like you." She smiled again, sending more
shudders down Karen's spine, "And we've decided we're going to have
a little party, and you're the entertainment." So saying, she
stopped stroking Karen's cheek and moved her hand down to her
stomach, slowly sliding her hand under Karen's sleep-T.

Ingrid's hand felt like it burned as it lightly brushed her
stomach. She tried to shrink away, and began shivering
uncontrollably. This couldn't be happening to her. They couldn't
be this cruel. "My poor little bird," Ingrid crooned, "are you
frightened?" Glancing down at Karen's exposed stomach, "So firm,
so beautiful...." Her hand moved higher, brushing gently against
the underside of Karen's breast. "NO!" Karen screamed into her
gag, and began thrashing about, trying to roll away from Ingrid's
hand. Please, Nooo! she screamed in her mind. A sharp "smack"
echoed in her ears as her head was jerked to one side and fiery
pain filled the side of her head. She became instantly still as
she stared up into Ingrid's glaring countenance. "None of that,
you little bitch, or you'll get more pain than you can handle,"
Ingrid snarled.

Resuming her easy posture, Ingrid turned toward Mercedes and
said, "I don't think our little Karen really understands her
position here. Maybe a little caning will teach her." Karen froze
at the word: cane her? Wasn't it enough that they had bound her
and were going to molest her? Now they were going to cane her?
She broke down, and started sobbing again through her gag.
Ignoring her, Mercedes and Ingrid rolled her onto her stomach, and
Karen felt the knife cut through the cord on her wrists. Pain
flooded her hands as circulation returned, and she groaned as two
strong hands took her wrists and put a leather cuff around each.
They roughly rolled her over and clipped the cuffs together in
front of her, then dragged her to her feet. Mercedes stood by her,
knife in one hand and the other helping Karen keep her balance, as
Ingrid walked over to the wall and began lowering a hook and pulley
contraption above Karen's head. "Now be a good girl and put your
wrists over the hook," Ingrid said. Meekly, keeping her eyes on
Mercedes and her knife, Karen did as she was told, and fell heavily
against her arms as Ingrid began pulling the hook up. Soon she was
struggling to stand on the balls of her feet, straining the muscles
in her calves to save putting all her weight on her arms.

Ingrid came over and said, "Cut her loose." Mercedes quickly
cut the cords binding her legs, and she again fell against her arms
as feeling came back into her legs. She regained her balance, her
calves and thighs burning with the effort, and stared in horror as
Mercedes brought the knife right before her eyes. She shuddered in
fear as Mercedes slowly ran the knife down her cheek, across her
neck, and to the top of her sleeping-T. Karen's heart nearly burst
when, with a quick motion, Mercedes brought the knife down, cutting
her T-shirt down the front. A few more quick cuts at the arms and
her T fell to the ground. She stood, stretched and bound before
her two classmates, her breasts standing out before their lewd
stares...she moaned in humiliation, her face turning red with
embarressment. A slight breeze blew threw the room, causing her
nipples stiffen. Mercedes brought her head down, and gently lapped
at her right nipple. The warm, wet, pressure of Mercede's tongue
sent a shock through Karen, and she jerked back, trying to twist
out of the way, mincing on the balls of her feet to keep from
unbalancing again.

Mercedes merely smiled cruely, and, grabbing Karen's underwear,
ripped them off mercilessly, causing Karen to swing out toward her
and land hard against her arms. She regained her precarious
balance again as her two classmates stepped back to admire her.
She was stretched taut, the strong muscles of her calves, thighs,
and stomach straining to keep her up on her toes, and her round
breasts firm against her chest. Tears began running down her face
as they stepped close to her and began running their hands up and
down her body, sending chill shivers through her. This couldn't be
happening. It just couldn't. It was all a bad dream, and she'd
wake up soon. Please let it not be happening. She closed her eyes
and tried to shut out the hands exploring her body, running over
her stomach, her back, her sides, caressing her breasts and legs.
Suddenly she was brought back to reality by a sharp tug at her
mouth. Ingrid was removing her ball gag! Another quick tug and it
came all the way out, trailing her saliva behind it.

She quickly swallowed and began pleading, "Please, let me go...I
won't tell anyone...Why are you doing this?...." At which Mercedes
and Ingrid burst into laughter. "Please...let me go..."

"Shut up!" Ingrid commanded as Mercedes handed her a long
switch. "I still don't thing you understand" she said as she
brought the switch swiftly across Karen's stomach.

"AAAAAHHHGGGG!" she screamed as pain flashed through her and she
fell again onto her arms. The world went fiery red for an instant
before returning to a dull throb through her midsection. She
scrambled back onto her toes and stared in horror as she saw
Mercedes roll forward a video camera standing on a tripod and turn
it on.

Slapping her switch gently against her palm, "Maybe this will
help you understand what your position is here. You see, we tape
everything we do to you for the headmistress. She likes to see how
her new students perform." Smiling behind her, Mercedes picked up
another switch and walked around behind her. As Ingrid said, "You
may begin," Karen's ass exploded in pain. Throwing her hips
forward to escape the pain, they threw themselves into a blow from
Ingrid, burning across the front of her thighs.

"AAAHHHH...NOOOO...AAAAHHHH...PLEASE...DON'T...AAAAAAHHHH...
STOP... PLEASE" she cried again and again, the switches landing
against her back, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, biting into
her nipples, turning her whole body into one fiery mass of pain.
She twisted and squirmed around on the end of the hook, unable to
escape the punishing blows of the switches as they flooded every
nerve in her body with unendurable pain. After what seemed like an
eternity, she began to drift. The pain raining down on her seemed
to spread across her entire body, leaving her in a sort of floating
numbness. The pain was no longer pain...it was merely sensation,
feeling, engulfing her entire body, increased each time a blow
landed against her body.

She heard distantly, "I think that's enough for now"--she had
stopped screaming a while ago, she did not know how long, and,
hanging against her arms, uttered only grunts each time she was
struck. She felt her body being lowered to the ground, and two
sets of hands carry it to a large, cushioned table. Her arms and
legs were affixed to cuffs in the corner, binding her
spread-eagled. Gently hands ran across her body, sending shooting
signals of sensation through her as they brushed against her
bruised, reddened flesh. Every touch seemed magnified a thousand
times by abused flesh, sending her higher and higher into a realm
of pure feeling. It seemed as if she were looking down at herself
as Ingrid gently took her right nipple into her mouth and began
gently sucking, concentrating what was neither pleasure nor pain at
that one point. Mercedes was leaning over the table between her
legs, stroking her inner thighs, and slowly, gently, placed her
mouth over Karen's vagina. Her tongue snaked out and licked up and
down her slit, providing a counterpoint to the sensation at her
nipple. Ingrid stopped and the sensation flooded into her groin,
then moved back as she began sucking at her other nipple. She
began moaning softly as Mercedes pushed her tongue between her
labia, and a shiny coating of liquid greeted Mercedes as she probed
deeper. Ingrid moved from nipple to nipple as Mercedes moved up to
Karen's clitorus, now hard and quivering, mimicking Karen's body,
which was emitting low moaning sounds from her mouth. Mercedes
pressed her lips against Karen's clit and began softly massaging it
with the flat of her tongue, feeling Karen's thighs tense with this
new sensation.

Karen did not know how long they caressed her body--she was
above it all, riding the waves of feeling which were slowly
increasing. She sensed a pressure building up from somewhere,
slowly increasing, slowly drawing her back to her abused body,
criss-crossed with red marks and throbbing, throbbing. Slowly the
sensations around her tightened, grew, and suddenly she was back in
her own body as the sensations became wave after wave of pure
ecstacy. She screamed and bucked on the table, felt strong fingers
digging into her thighs and a quick tongue flicking her clit, felt
a mouth sucking almost painfully on her breast. She beat her body
against the table, thrusting her hips forward and back, forward and
back, thrusting her chest up and down, up and down, as all the
sensations of the night, every feeling which had burned its way
through her nerves, came back to her as almost unendurable ecstasy.
Slowly her orgasm broke, and her thrashing stopped, and she lay,
bound to the table, her chest rising and falling raggedly as she
sucked in great gasps of air.

Ingrid and Mercedes, her face glistening with Karen's juices,
smiled at each other over Karen's prone body. "What a slut,"
Ingrid said, tweaking Karen's nipple, bringing a twitching response
from her. At Ingrid's words, shame and humiliation rushed through
Karen. What had happened? What had they done to her? Her body,
covered with sweat, ached from the beating she had taken. Between
her legs her thighs felt sticky and warm. She shuddered in
revulsion at the way she had reacted. The pleasure of a moment ago
was forgotten, and she began to quietly cry as she remembered her
body's betrayal, remembered the way she had screamed out during her
orgasm, thrashing about, no better than some worthless whore,
cumming uncontrollably, unstoppably. She sucked in her lower lip
and thought: maybe now they'll let me go...maybe now...please let
them let me go...please.

She was interupted in her thoughts when she heard Ingrid say,
"I'm glad I asked a couple of my friends from Padduck over.
They'll love this cunt."

"Nooooo...," Karen moaned, "please...let me go...haven't you
done enough?"

"Done enough?" Ingrid replied, "You loved it, you cunt. I've
never seen anyone pop her cork like you just did. Hell, watching
you get your rocks off turned me on...hmmm...maybe I will send you
home for now; I'm sure Merc and I can take care of my friends. I
do need a good fuck."

"Wait," Mercedes broke in, "when I was sucking her off, I
noticed she's still a virgin."

Surprised, "What, she hasn't been popped? A slut like that?"

"Nope, and I really want to see her get stuck for the first
time."

"Why not?" Ingrid shrugged, "I'm sure the boys will have
plenty left for us. Let's go get the bitch cleaned up for 'em."

Noooo, Karen thought, wasn't it enough that they had beaten
her black and blue, that they had turned her body against her,
humiliating her? Now they had invited men over to abuse her. She
didn't know if she could take anymore....

Ingrid and Mercedes quickly unclasped her arms and legs and
half-dragged half-carried her across the room and down a wide
hallway. They pulled her unrestisting body through an open doorway
into a large shower stall with nozzles protruding from every wall.
They reattached her wrist bands and, pulling her arms up and apart,
clipped them to the top edge of the stall.

Karen let out a sharp cry as cold water instantaneously struck
her whole body. She jerked her chin up to remove it from the
painful spray, and began shivering uncontrollably. The hard,
pulsating spray felt like it was flaying her alive, driving against
her whipped flesh, sending ice cold sparks of pain through her
body. Slowly though, the water began to warm, and her shivering
began to subside. She noticed vaguely, through the spray blocking
her vision, Ingrid and Mercedes leaving the room. Oh, God, let
them not come back, she thought, and began to relax for the first
time since she had been kidnapped that evening.

The water helped, beating into her sore muscles, massaging her
bruised skin, sluicing down her stomach and thighs. She became
more and more relaxed, and hung her head, letting the water beat
against her scalp. She slumped down and began to doze off, the
tensions of the evening, as well as her own orgasm, draining her of
energy. After she did not know how long, the water snapped off,
and she raised her head groggily. Standing before her were Ingrid
and Mercedes.

Ingrid stood bare-footed, attired in black stockings held up
by a black garter belt. Bikini leather panties barely covered her
pubic hair, and her stomach was bare. A black bustier squeezed her
large, round breasts up and together. Black lipstick adorned her
lips and she had touched her eyes lightly with mascara. She stood
heavily on one leg with her hip thrust out, her hand against her
hip and a cruel grin on her face.

Beside her, Mercedes was completely naked except for a studded
black leather collar around her neck. Karen noticed with a shock
that she did not have any pubic hair, which, combined with her
slight frame, made her look like a young girl of 11 or 12 years.
Her stance, though, belied her slim hips and small breasts, for it
was confident and sure. She was holding a large towel, and walked
casually up to Karen and began to dry her off.

After her long shower, Karen's skin was hyper-sensitive, so
she squirmed away from Mercedes, who just more vigorously rubbed
the abrasive towel against Karen's tenderized skin. Finishing by
drying her hair, Mercedes then unclasped her wrists, leaving her
leather cuffs on, and Ingrid and Mercedes gently took her by the
arms and began walking her back to the main room.

She was beaten, physically and emotionally drained by her
experiences, and they knew it. Held between them, she asked,
"Please can I go back to my room now? I can't take anymore."

"Sure you can," Mercedes smiled, "we've got two virile young
men just waiting to fuck you."

Karen moaned, "Noooo...please..."; interupted by a stinging
slap from Ingrid, shocking her out of her daze and back into this
horrible reality where she was beaten and raped again and again.

"Shut up, slut," Ingrid growled, "and behave. It'll only be
as bad as you make it."

She had to escape. She just had to. She knew she couldn't
take anymore abuse; it would drive her crazy. Her body was still
sore, her shoulders aching from when she had hung her weight from
them, her skin burning from the aftereffects of the switching and
the shower. Her classmates weren't holding her too closely; she
could easily twist away from them. She was sure she could outrun
them once she got away, and then she would make it to the highway
and someone would pick her up. She would tell the police and they
would be arrested. Even if she didn't make it, even if she froze
to death outside, it would be better than this torture.

Her thoughts were broken by a long, low whistle: "Damn, you
sure did a number on her. She's a looker though." She jerked her
head up at the voice and beheld two young men, naked, their clothes
piled on the ground beside their feet. Both stood about 21 years
old and 5'10, and where one was stocky and brown-haired, the other
was slim with blond hair. It was the slim one who had spoken.
Without thinking, she twisted from the girls' grip, turning as she
did so, and ran toward the door. She heard cries of "Shit" and
"Son of a..." and the sound of pounding feet on the hardwood floor
following her. She was halfway to the door when a heavy weight hit
her in the small of her back. Strong arms wrapped around her as
she fell forward. She barely got her hands under her as she fell,
and fell hard against the hardwood floor, knocking the breath from
her lungs.

As she gasped for breath strong hands forced her arms behind
her, where her wrist cuffs were clipped together, and she heard
Ingrid say, "Stupid bitch...I'll fucking show her..."

"Wait," a voice broke in, "I've got an idea." She recognized
the voice as the slim young man's. Mercedes and the stocky man
kneeled on either side of her as she lay there, gasping for breath,
and wrapped a thick, leather belt around the crook of her elbows.
Mercedes quickly pulled the belt tight, bringing Karen's elbows
together, sending a painful strain into her shoulders, pulling them
back and thrusting her aching breasts into the floor.

"Roll her over," the young man said, and she was roughly
rolled over onto her back. She lay there, her arms crushed
painfully under her, her breasts thrust like an offering toward the
ceiling, her lolling back on the hardwood floor. Everyone stood up
as she began to regain her breath, and Ingrid and Mercedes grabbed
her ankles, pulling them toward her head. In a second, Karen was
bent painfully in two, her knees beside her head, her hair pinned
down on the floor by one knee each from Ingrid and Mercedes, who
also pinned her calves to the floor with strong hands. She
struggled briefly, but found she could not move much. She was
trapped there with her ass and vagina stuck gaping into the air.
It was a humiliating position, and she closed her eyes, trying to
block out the world around her.

Ingrid leaned close to her face and hissed, "Now you're going
to get it," and Karen's eyes widened in terror as she looked
between her legs and saw the slim man approaching her backside
holding a medium sized belt in his hand. The other man was
slightly behind him holding the videotape recorder. Both of their
penis' were coming to life as they thought of the punishment they
were about to inflict.

"You're going to have to learn your place, cunt," the man
snarled as the belt whistled through the air, landing with a dull,
wet smacking sound directly on Karen's cunt and mound. A blinding
white flash of pain seared through her guts and temporarily blinded
her, her body thrashing her hips up and out, trying in any way to
escape the torment within her. Her voice was not her own as a
horrible shriek escaped her lips: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGG. It
seemed to go on and on in her own ears, and the pain kept building.
She heard another dull smack and she exploded in pain again as the
belt dug into the tender flesh of her vagina, her voice a siren
wailing, her body thrashing around, banging again and again against
the hard floor. Another smack and her whole groin was on fire,
burning and aching, the pain overwhelming all her senses: she
could not hear nor see, all she could do was feel.

May 21, 2011

THE PAVILION
Part X

Eve arrived the next morning as usual with breakfast. Penny
expected her demeanor to have changed, but she seemed as cheerful
as ever. In fact, when she looked at Penny, there was a hint of
playfulness in her eyes, as if she remembered the evening's
entertainment with fondness.
After she left, and after Penny had performed her morning
routines, Barry filled her in on the day's activities.
"We're going on a couple of shopping trips today. First,
we're going to walk across the road out of the compound to the
'flea' market. It's a native 'barter' type market where they
barter for coral and trinkets. Then, we will bike five miles
into the nearest village to wind up the shopping trip, and bike
back. It will just be the two of us, nobody else."
"What will we barter across the road?" Penny asked.
"Your clothes, mostly. You don't need much now, just enough
to get you through the day and home tomorrow. I plan on buying
you nearly a completely new wardrobe...clothes you wouldn't have
even considered wearing last week."
Penny felt a sudden thrill to know that her new role would
be continued after leaving The Pavilion. At the same time, she
felt a renewed sense of uncertainty at how she would be regarded
in her new role by others in 'society.' She also knew she had
little choice--if she wanted to remain with Barry. She was
amazed to realize that she really liked their new relationship,
even if it did mean occasional embarrassment and torment.
Barry continued, "You will pick out what you will wear. Be
careful to pick something that will please me."
Penny thought carefully. After rummaging around in her
virtually unused clothing, she found an old cover-up. It was one
piece, sleeveless, with large arm holes. When she came out of
the bathroom with it on, she was breathtaking! The skirt barely
covered her pussy and ass when the sash was pulled tight. It's
top was halter-style, with a deep 'V' in front down to her sashed
waist. The sides of her breasts were clearly visible through the
arm holes, and when she bent over, several more parts of her
anatomy were revealed--the skirt rode up, providing a peek at her
pussy from the rear, the halter top fell away in front, providing
a full view of her tits, and the arm holes fell away also,
providing an equally full view from the sides. It was
scandalously pink and semi-transparent, enabling a hint of her
red nipples and, when the light shone through from the rear, a
hint of the outline of her pussy lips. She donned a pair of pink
high heels for the walk across the street. She would change to
pink deck shoes for the bike trip into town later.
"You will not be cuffed, gagged, blindfolded, or hobbled
today. You will provide your own bondage. You are to keep your
hands at your waist in front with your fingers interlaced just in
front of your body. Do not make any attempt to hold down your
skirt or to keep your top from hanging away from your body. The
only time you will be allowed to change hand positions is if you
reach away to examine an object your are considering buying, or
to hold on to the bike handlebars or to otherwise manage the
bike. If you do not obey, your wrists will be cuffed to the back
of your collar anytime you are not on the bike, and will be
cuffed to the handlebars when you're riding the bike. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Master."
Barry bundled up most her Penny's clothing into a duffel bag
and they left the room, walking toward the arena. They soon
passed the registration area, and continued down the road leading
out of the compound. Penny looked magnificent. Heads turned,
and comments were made. Barry smiled and Penny felt amazingly
proud. The wind was a bit gusty, and the short skirt whipped
around her hips flirtingly. It was easy for all passers-by to
get more than a glimpse of her pussy from both directions.
As they neared the 'flea' market, they were greeted by the
usual crowd of eager sellers, although this time, the crowd
seemed more male than female, and a bit more eager than usual.
The reason was obvious. Penny kept her hands where Barry had
commanded, and did nothing to prevent the wind from taking her
short skirt wherever it desired. Her total nudity underneath was
soon blatantly obvious to everyone in the throng which now
surrounded them, coaxing them to each one's individual stall.
Penny found the older teen boys most embarrassing. They followed
her, crouching down, even lying down, examining her from below as
she walked or stood. Barry did nothing except pretended to
ignore them. Frequently, she would feel a hand or finger
slipping through her crotch. She could do nothing to prevent it.
It would have required moving her hands. The boys and men
jockeyed for position at her sides and front whenever she bent
over to examine various articles.
The bartering session lasted more than two hours, with
virtually all of Penny's clothing gone. In return, they had a
lot of black coral items and a few wood carvings, in Jamaican
tradition. Penny was well examined, felt-up, totally humiliated
and embarrassed, and tremendously aroused by the time Barry
finally was ready for the bike trip into town. As they left the
'flea' market, they were taunted by invitations to come back--
real soon!
They returned to the room to leave the objects they had
'purchased,' and to allow Penny to change shoes. They returned
to the registration area and rented the bikes. The bike seat was
like a constant vibrating cock against Penny's slit and clit.
Her short skirt did little to conceal either her ass in back, or
her pussy in front. The wind constantly whipped it up over her
waist in front, and she could do nothing to pull it down again.
They exited the compound with Penny in a constant state of
exposure from the waist down, and in a constant state of
excitement as well! She found the idea of riding on the open
road with her pussy naked to all oncoming traffic very arousing!
They headed south toward the village. As they turned south, the
wind was to their back, and Penny's skirt, almost
disappointingly, flipped back over her lap. But the skirt
flipped up in back, exposing her ass to all traffic coming from
behind. Needless to say, several horns honked their approval
during the five-mile trip into town. On dismounting the bike
when they arrived in town, Penny could not help but notice that
the seat was very wet.
The shopping trip in town was much the same as the 'flea'
market shopping. The locals were very familiar with the Friday
'initiation' of the new slaves into more public self-revelations.
Crowds gathered quickly. Even though Penny found the continued
frequent display of her scantily-clad nudity increasingly
arousing, she became a bit nervous at the boldness of many of the
Jamaican men and older teen boys. They were much more aggressive
in their attempts to feel Penny's anatomy. Some even inserted a
bold finger into her pussy from the rear. One even cupped her
cunt from the front, quickly sliding a finger in and out of her
wet hole before becoming lost in the crowd. The local
constabulary was well-accustomed to the scene, and had been
handsomely paid off not to intrude, unless asked to do so by the
male companion of the initiate. Needless to say, things did not
progress to the point that Barry requested intervention. After
another couple of hours of making Penny endure their
manipulations, Barry led her back to the bikes with their
purchases.
The wind had not changed. Now it was coming from the front,
and the bike trip back was much harder, and took about twice as
long. The other part of the story is that now the front of
Penny's skirt was constantly flipped back over her waist, totally
exposing her pussy to all oncoming traffic again...for longer
than she had anticipated! The wind also played havoc with her
filmy halter top, whipping it around also. The last two miles,
Penny was riding virtually totally naked! Her skirt was above
her waist, and the both shoulders of the halter top had fallen
down to her elbows, totally exposing both breasts to all the
oncoming traffic. Cars even turned around behind them and again
in front to get a second look! Her humiliation, embarrassment,
and sense of arousal had never been greater. She truly enjoyed
the conflicting sensations she was feeling. Barry was obviously
pleased with her obedience not to cover herself at all. He felt
her training was basically complete if she could get back to the
compound without his having to cuff her hands to the bars. Penny
did not disappoint him!
That afternoon, Penny was allowed, for the first time, to
spend time on the beach without her bonds. She remained totally
naked the entire remainder of the afternoon, mixed with the other
slaves, was respectful and courteous to the other Masters, and
never tried to hide her nudity in any way.
"Is my training complete, now, Master? I do truly enjoy my
new role," Penny asked on returning to the room at the end of the
day.
"Not quite. We have tonight, but I believe you will find
the final ritual quite pleasant. It will be similar to that
which you have endured today, but a bit more intimate and
pleasurable. Tonight is the end-of-the-week dance night. First
we will have a romantic dinner, then we will go dancing."
Barry went into the bathroom to finish dressing. When he
came out, he was wearing a black leather pouch over his genitals,
a black vest, and black sandals. Penny found herself looking
forward to the evening with a heightened anticipation of
pleasure.
Penny was led into the arena by the leash on her collar
earlier than usual, totally naked except for black high heels,
hands cuffed to the rear of the green collar as usual. However,
this time she was in time for dinner--the first time since the
first night when her 'education' started. Her hands were
uncuffed, and the leash was removed. The other Masters and
slaves were in various stages of dress and undress, but the
general style seemed a bit more dressy than usual. She and Barry
were led to a table in the front row of the arena and were
allowed to dine along 'in the spotlight.' Penny found it
strangely romantic. Her nudity had long ceased to bother her--at
least it didn't bother her here any longer. In fact, it would
have seemed strange to her if she had had any clothing on at
night in the arena now.
Following dinner, the club manager took the floor.
"Tonight, we have a new slave in our midst. It will be up to you
to determine if she has performed admirably enough to earn
membership for her and her Master. Penny, please rise and accept
the decision of The Pavilion membership."
Penny rose in all her majestic nakedness to face her
trainers and judges.
"All in favor of acceptance--let your wishes be known!"
The audience erupted in cheers and applause!
"All opposed."
Not a sound.
"Barry, congratulations. You have done quite a job here.
She is magnificent. You are the envy of every Master here. You
will both be welcome often. Penny--I will now remove the green
collar of the initiate slave and replace it with a purple collar.
The purple collar connotes full membership. You may even be
called on to help with a future initiate. However, there remain
two more traditions. First, you must dance naked with all the
Masters with your hands bound to the back of your new collar to
remind you that, although you are no longer an initiate slave,
you are still a slave, nonetheless. You will notice that all the
music is for slow dancing only. The final step I will leave to
Barry to relate later in the evening."
The club manager turned Penny around and removed her green
collar, replacing it with the purple one. He then clipped both
wrists to the back of the collar. Her leash was left off.
"Maestro, let the music begin!"
Penny stood bound and naked in the spotlight in the center
of the dance floor. Soon all the Masters and slaves were on the
floor. Barry took her in his arms and had the first dance. He
played with her everywhere openly and in view of the other
dancers. He stroked her breasts as he danced, and rubbed her
crotch alternately with his leg and leather pouch. Soon, the
cutting-in started. One after the other of the Masters made
their way to Penny. This time the groping was not fleeting or
done slyly. It was blunt, open, and deliberately slow. Each
Master with whom she danced held her fast while kissing her
breasts or fondling her pussy and hole. More than one Master
even managed to slide fingers of one hand into her asshole while
sliding fingers of the other hand into her pussy. Then they would
dance that way for several minutes! She was passed from one
Master to another for about two hours non-stop. Less than a week
ago, she would have been screaming and struggling to escape such
total degrading humiliation. Now she was enjoying it and
becoming aroused. By the time the dance was over, she was VERY
AROUSED!!
"Masters and slaves, we now come to the last ritual. The
celebration of Penny's new role with her Master must be
consummated with her in that role. Let us all go to the window
outside Barry and Penny's room.
Penny's leash was reattached, and she was led to the room.
Once in the room, her hands were uncuffed, and her leash was
removed. Barry tenderly laid her down on the bed, and attached
each wrist to a corner of the bedhead.
"May I ask a question, Master?"
"Yes."
"What is going to happen?"
"We are going to make love with everyone watching from
outside the window. Many people have participated in your
training, but only I may fuck you now. Everyone else must have
my permission. This is the consummation of our new marriage. It
is only fitting that it be as public as your training."
Barry lifted both ankles in succession and attached them to
the corresponding wrist at the head of the bed. The resulting
position was such that Penny's legs were spread wide over her
head, her breasts and gaping pussy completely exposed to the
crowd outside. Even in her new role, she found a renewed sense
of humiliation and shame at being so flagrantly exposed. She
also knew Barry would cause her to reveal sexual responses that
she had not revealed even to the audience over the past week.
They her seen her climax numerous times, but not like Barry could
elicit! She had longed for his lovemaking all week. She had
anticipated different conditions. But she realized that this was
her new role. She would have private moments, but there also
would be the equally exciting public ones. It was comforting to
know that the decision of which was totally in Barry's hands in
any given moment.
After tying Penny, Barry removed all his clothing. He
started slowly, kissing and licking her already overstimulated
nipples. He progressed down to her abdomen, to her waiting
pussy. He continued his teasing tongue past her clit to her wet
slit, flicking up and down rapidly, causing her hips to begin
bucking. She soon lost all realization of the audience, and
became lost in her own lust for his touch. He continued down
across her asshole, gently teasing the puckered opening, and
coming back up quickly to begin sucking and biting her clit
directly. She lost all control at this point, and began moaning
and crying out in total ecstasy.
Barry straddled her face, and continued to suck and lick her
clit and slit. His engorged cock hung right over her mouth. She
took the head and began to tongue it lovingly, gradually moving
to encompass the shaft with her wet lips. The alternate
stimulations of her circling tongue and sliding wet lips along
the shaft soon brought Barry to the brink. He wanted to come in
her pussy, not her mouth, and quickly withdrew.
He changed position, lying beside her and stimulating her
with the fingers of one hand on her pussy and fingers of the
other under her ass and curled up to tickle her asshole. He
rubbed her clit rapidly, while flicking the fingers of the other
hand in and out of her puckered hole. Penny soon felt the swell
of her climax in her loins, and held in mid-air for what seemed
like hours until it finally subsided.
With her clit now at maximum sensitivity, Barry moved around
to enter her wet cunt with one massive stroke! She shuddered as
another climax hit her with his first entry! He began pumping up
and down as wave after wave flowed over her. The audience knew
instantly that it was viewing the best show of the week. They
had a full view of Penny's pussy held high in the air as Barry's
cock slammed in and out! They soon had a final tumultuous climax
together, which consummated their new relationship to the
satisfaction of the membership, and in keeping with the symbolic
traditions of The Pavilion.

The next morning, the jumbo jet was once again lumbering
over Cuban airspace en route to Miami. A different Penny was
snuggling next to a very happy Barry. The relationship was
certainly sensed by the other passengers, who could scarcely take
their eyes off the couple. Of course, it could have been due to
the dress Penny was wearing. It was the pink coverup she had
worn the day before! Almost nothing was hidden from the almost
constant gaze of the other passengers and male attendants. She
would have gone naked if Barry had asked! And he would have,
except he was afraid they would never have been allowed on the
plane, much less through customs. Penny would be very content to
fulfill Barry's outrageous demands of her in her new subservient
role. She also looked forward to their next trip to THE
PAVILION.

_________________________THE END

May 19, 2011

THE PAVILION
Part VIII

The next morning's routine was much the same, Eve bringing
breakfast, Penny being allowed to do her toilet routine.
"Today, I have something special for you," volunteered Barry.
It wasn't what he said, it was the emphasis he put on the word
"special" that caused Penny to shudder. "Assume the
position."
Penny turned around and placed her hands behind her back.
They were promptly cuffed behind her neck to the collar. The
short hobbles were placed on her ankles--not so much to keep her
from running anymore, but more to keep her in the sensation of
helplessness. She was gagged, but not blindfolded. The leash
was attached to the front of the collar, and she was led outside
stark naked, as usual.
Barry led Penny away from the beach and toward the ominous-
looking building earlier identified as the "Punishment Building."
Penny began to silently tremble as she was unceremoniously led up
to, and then through, the doors of the building.
"Remember, dear, you have three punishments coming. I
haven't forgotten, did you?"
Penny shook her head in silence, and looked down at the
floor as she entered the building. There was an alcove with a
slave in punishment on either side of the entranceway.
The slave on the left was totally nude, gagged, and rigidly
fixed to a frame holding her in the lithotomy position (like that
when being examined in the gynecologist's office) with a piston
device pushing a dildo in and out of her gaping vagina. Then
Penny noted that the dildo was made of ICE! A short extension,
much like the one used on her, was hitting the clit with each
intrusion into the helpless, waiting hole. Numerous ice cubes
attached to long strings were attached to an overhead meshwork.
The meshwork was attached to the piston device, causing the mesh
to jerk up and down with each piston stroke. The ice cubes were
dancing up and down on numerous points on her ribs, tits, and
abdomen as her cunt and clit continued to be violated by the
supercold monster. About the only thing that could move was her
head. She was jerking her head violently and mewing nearly
silently into her effective gag. She was obviously not enjoying
the experience.
"Jasmine forgot to ice her Master's drink appropriately
yesterday. I doubt she will forget again," said Barry.
The slave on the right was similarly nude, but was suspended
in air by all fours, back to the ground. The slave's arms and
legs were fixed to four corners of a square metal railing which
was suspended from the ceiling. Her cunt was staring out at
Penny and Barry. A bottle of "Heet," a common over-the-counter
arthritis medication which burns slightly when applied to skin
over joints, was sitting on a bench beside the slave, with a sign
that read, "Apply liberally!"
Apparently, someone had already applied some to the slave's
more tender mucous membranes, because she was dancing in air,
moving her hips in a most obscene manner as if to escape some
unseen torment. Her glance at Barry seemed to beg him to go away
without tormenting her further. It was not to be!
Barry smiled as he picked up the bottle, and extracted the
cotton applicator on the end of a long wire. The slave's eyes
widened and she began to mew softly into her gag much as the
sounds coming from across the room. Barry reached for her right
nipple and smeared the chemical around it. The slave increased
her mewing and animated movements. Then the left. Action
increased further. Barry dipped the applicator into the bottle
and approached the slave between her legs. She lifted her hips
as high as she could, and alternately tried to close her legs and
opened them as wide as she could in an effort to escape the
impending torture. Barry swiftly swabbed the slave's vagina and
rectum before the heat from either one hit her brain. As the
chemical reaction reached her brain, she became nearly
uncontrollable, testing the limits of her restraints to the
limit. Barry calmly inserted the applicator into the bottle
again, allowing a copious amount of the liquid to be retained on
the applicator. It dripped freely. Barry used his elbows to
hold the struggling slave's hips still, used the thumb and
forefinger of his left hand to pull back the hood over the clit,
and allowed the liquid from the applicator in his right hand to
drop on the bare nubbin of nerve tissue. It screamed fire as the
liquid hit. The slave realized a totally new meaning of pain.
Barry and Penny left the slave struggling, realizing that someone
else was entering behind them. They entered the main punishment
hall.
The hall was full of Masters and slaves in various forms of
punishment. Nearly all the slaves were bound nude and gagged.
If they weren't nude, the clothing added to their torment in some
fashion. The gags were necessary. The noise would have been
deafening if all the slaves were allowed to scream as they
wished. Most of the slaves, except those in the foyer, had
Masters in attendance.
One slave was sitting astride a bare wooden bar about the
width of a 2 X 4. It was smooth, but hard. Her naked pussy was
bearing the entire brunt of her weight. Her ankles were bound
widely out to either side, and her legs were tied down tight.
Her hands were bound behind her, and her arms were drawn up,
causing her to sit directly on her pussy. Her clit was mashed
against a small vibrating disc fixed to the wooden bar. Her
pussy and ass were filled with metal dildoes. A small metal disc
was under her ass plug.
"This is particularly painful," Barry explained to Penny.
"Her cunt is constantly in pain from the position. However, the
vibrating disc under her clit causes climax after climax. As she
climaxes, she rears back, causing pain in her shoulders. As the
ass plug hits the metal disc under it, her pussy receives an
electric shock, and her ass gets a shot of hot oil up it. She
gets a climax, an electric shock, and a hot oil enema all at the
same time. She has been there about two hours now. I suspect
she needs to go real bad by now."
Penny noticed the slave was sweating profusely and panting.
The slave looked as if she was nearing another climax, and was
trying desperately not to let it happen. She seemed to be
pleading with her master not to raise her arms any further!
Another slave was bound on her back to a table with her arms back
over her head. Her legs were splayed widely and tied near her
shoulders, presenting her cunt and ass gapingly to the room. She
had two Masters in attendance. One was vigorously eating her
clit and cunt while the other stood at her heat between her arms
stroking her armpits, sided of her breasts, ribs, backs of her
legs, and feet. This slave was not gagged, and her pleadings and
screams of pleasure and simultaneous tickling torment filled the
room. Her sentence was for two continuous hours of this. She
had an hour to go!
Another slave was on tiptoe. Metal plates were attached to
her heels with matching plates on the floor. She was kept in
place by a dildo embedded into her cunt attached to a pole
arising from the floor. Wire loops with barbs attached to either
side of the pole and encircled each leg. Large clips were
attached to her nipples, and these, in turn, were attached to a
large can. The can was at the end of a large, smooth, metal
penis gag inserted into the slave's mouth. A hose entered the
can from a large container hanging from the ceiling above the
slave's head. As she let her stance falter, the metal plates
would touch, and water would enter the can held by the gag. As
the can filled with water, the slave could no longer hold the
gag, and it would drop, jerking the clamps off her nipples. This
slave was gagged only when the penis gag was being held. She
could not plead until it was too late. She was allowed to scream
as the clamps jerked off. She screamed about every ten minutes.
This was a signal for her Master to return to her, empty the can,
and reinsert the gag. Her sentence was also for two hours.
One particular slave caught Penny's attention! She was totally
nude, and in a position similar to the slave on the "horse,"
except that the slave's legs were supported by
plexiglass sides of the horse, and the area between her legs was
totally open. There was a flat piece of plexiglass arising from
the front of the horse, and another arising from the middle of
the horse. The slave was "sandwiched" between the two flat
pieces of plexiglass. The bottom of the flat pieces was cut to
fit the upside-down "V" of the horse, and the front piece was cut
out at the crotch to expose the slave's peering pussy. There
were holes cut out of the front piece through which the slave's
breasts protruded. A horizontal hole in the back piece allowed
the slave's arms to be drawn though and attached firmly to the
back of the plexiglass. The top of the front piece reached the
slave's chin. A strap held the slave's head firmly down on the
chin rest, making it impossible for the slave to move her head or
open her mouth. Two Masters were in attendance. One Master had
pierced both labial lips with new gold rings. The other Master
was tattooing the second breast. The first Master was
stimulating the clit with a vibrator in preparation for the final
piercing. The piercing and ongoing tattooing was without benefit
of
anesthetic. She was obviously in distress, but could neither
scream nor move.
"I have something simple designed for your first
punishment," Barry said. "I simply want to whip you. We will
get more technical later."
Penny shuddered at this. She had tasted the whip, but not
severely. She felt herself being led to the center of the room,
also the most openly exposed position in the room. As usual, she
would be most prominently displayed. Penny was placed kneeling
on a padded bench about three feet wide. The backs of her knees
and her ankles were strapped down to the bench widely separated
by about three feet. Her arms were raised and cuffed to a bar
hanging from the ceiling. Her wrists were also cuffed about
three feet apart. The bar was raised slightly so that Penny was
extremely taught. Barry brought out a bottle, and began to smear
Penny all over with some kind of oil. He rubbed it over her
back, buttocks, and backs of her legs. Penny guessed he was
putting it where he intended to whip her. Then he began to rub
it over the soles of her feet! Over her breasts! Over her
abdomen, the fronts of her legs! Finally, Barry rubbed the oil
into her gaping, dripping pussy!! He removed her gag.
"God, Barry---Master! You're not going to whip my tits and
pussy! Please, Master! Don't whip me there."
"Be careful. That earned you an extra ten strokes--wherever
I please!" Barry had removed the gag for a reason. He placed
ear plugs in each ear and a leather hood over Penny's head. The
hood had an effective penis gag and blindfold. There was ample
breathing room through nose holes. "This is to protect your
lovely face in case I miss!" Barry disclosed. There was also
ample room for her long hair inside the hood. Her back was now
totally exposed for punishment!
Penny struggled slightly, and resigned herself to her fate.
Now she could neither hear or see when the first stroke would
come.
Barry selected a four-foot quirt with three leather thongs
at the end. It would hurt, but would not mark her skin,
especially now that she was well-oiled! The first strike was
between her shoulder blades. The second was timed to hit as the
fire from the first was at its peak. The third was around her
waist, the fourth on the left buttock, the fifth on the right.
The sixth was at the base of her right shoulder blade, and snaked
around to catch the side of the right breast. The seventh hit
the left. The next two hit the backs of each leg. Three in
quick succession on the bottom of each foot. Barry stopped
momentarily.
Penny didn't know what to expect. The fire was like nothing
she had ever felt! She started screaming from the first blow,
and did not stop, realizing that she couldn't be heard. She
suffered in total silence, writhing as best she could. She could
not protest, could not tell him that she couldn't stand it. She
would have no choice but to endure it until he decided to quit.
The fire hit again and again--her back, butt, legs--AARRGGGh--her
tits!! HER FEET!! PLEASE STOP!! PLEASE!!! I CAN'T STAND IT!! I
CAN'T!!! mmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhh!!! The fire quit. Penny wondered
why and for how long. Was he finished!?? As her left nipple
exploded in flames, she knew he had just moved to her front!
Barry worked over each breast, her abdomen, and the front of her
legs! Penny struggled in silent, useless agony. No part of her
from her armpits to the fronts and backs of both legs had been
spared the sting of the whip. Then Penny realized that ONE PART
had been SPARED! OH, NO!!! HE WOULDN'T!! But she knew her legs
were spread obscenely for only one reason. She waited in
anticipation of the worst pain yet to come.
Barry removed the flap over one ear and whispered, "Penny,
you have pleased me. You are magnificent when you struggle! I
am going to give you five more strokes. But they will be up
between your legs. I want you to know that in advance so you can
let the fear build through your anticipation. It will be every
bit as bad as you think it will be--perhaps even worse!
As Barry replaced the ear flap, Penny shook her head
vigorously and mewed unintelligibly into her hood. The
anticipation was terrible. She had no way of knowing when the
first stroke would hit, or the next, or the next! Penny waited.
The room was fixed on Penny. Even the slaves were riveted on her
tormented body.
Barry changed quirts to one which ended in a single thong.
He stood in front of Penny and snapped it quickly up between her
legs. It flicked across her right labial lip. Penny reacted as
if she had been shot. Her struggles were violent. Just as the
pain seemed to subside, the left labia was hit. The a cut up the
middle of her cleft, with the quirt ending with a snap across her
winking asshole. Penny was struggling and mewing continuously
now, trying desperately to close her legs--all uselessly. The
fourth cut ended in Penny's wet, gaping cunthole. For the last
slice, Barry silently went behind Penny. He cut her up the
middle again, with the quirt ending right on Penny's swollen,
exposed clit! Her struggles were delicious. It was over.
Penny was taken down, and allowed to recover. The hood was
removed, but the gag was replaced. Penny was amazed to find that
she was totally unmarked. She was led to her next punishment.
Penny was taken near a wall and hung from her wrists facing the
wall. Her ankles were raised over her head by cuffs attached to
pulleys on the wall. Extending out and down from the wall was a
rod. At the end of the rod was a smooth metal dildo. A metal
dildo was placed up Penny's asshole. The dildo was wide, and it
had a depression near the base. Her anal sphincter tightened
around the depression, fixing the dildo in place until it would
be removed by someone else. A coiled wire was attached from the
dildo to a battery in the floor.
Barry explained, "The dildo on the wall will be inserted
into your pussy. Your feet will be freed. So long as you can
hold the dildo with your pussy, you will have no punishment.
However, if you slide off the dildo, you will swing back and
forth for a few swings. The backward tension on the coil wire
will activate the battery. Each time the coil stretches after
the first backward swing, you will receive a shock to your
asshole. The shock will stop as you reach the lowest point in
your swing. When you finally stop altogether, the shocks will
stop. I will reset the battery so we can stretch the coil to get
you back onto the dildo again. Oh, yes, I forgot. The dildo is
one with which you are familiar. It has a front extension to
vibrate against your clit at the same time. Be careful not to
get too wet, or to come. You might have a hard time holding on!"
Penny's feet were up on the wall, spread wide. Barry
inserted the cold metal dildo fully into her open pussy. The
extension snuggled right against the nubbin of clit. Barry
flipped a switch. The vibrator started its torment. Her ankle
cuffs snapped open. Penny gripped the dildo as tightly as her
vaginal muscles would allow. The dirty little extension did its
evil deed on her clit, quickly driving her into a frenzy of
sexual bliss. Her pussy juices flowed copiously, and soon, she
was unable to keep the metal surface from slowly sliding out of
her. She swung back past the central point, and felt the first
jolt of electricity hit her asshole. She raised her ass in the
air as much as she could. The stretch on the coil caused another
jolt. As she swung back toward the wall, the stretch caused
another jolt. Penny felt about six or seven jolts before finally
coming to rest. Barry flipped off the switch, replaced Penny's
ankle cuffs, drew her up to the wall, and reinserted the dildo.
"Really, darling! Your simply sopping wet! Such lack of
control does make it hard to hold on doesn't it."
Barry flipped the switch again, the vibrator started, and
the ankle cuffs snapped open.
Penny had her second shattering climax, and slid off the
dildo. She learned to relax with the jolts to keep from adding
stretches to the coil. This time she only received five jolts
before coming to a halt. Barry repeated the process several
times over the next half-hour before finally releasing Penny and
moving on to her third, and final, punishment.
Penny was returned to the foyer, and placed on a small bench
in the center of the small room. The bench was about one foot
deep, two feet long, and had a back which extended about six feet
toward the ceiling. Two cuffs were widely placed on either side
of the back. Penny's hands were placed over her head and her
wrists were fastened into cuffs. Then her legs were lifted up,
and her ankles were fastened to cuffs near her elbows. Only her
butt was resting on the narrow bench seat. The entire bench
apparatus was then elevated from the floor to about three feet
off the floor. Her pussy was right at penis level, obscenely
displayed, and her tits were equally available to anyone entering
the punishment building, or to anyone looking in when the door
was opened. Barry laid several clothespins, condoms, and a
Swedish vibrator next to her. He placed a long rubber band
behind Penny, and attached each end to a clothespin. He then
placed each clothespin to each of Penny's inner labia. Her cunt
was widely displayed, on a painful stretch! Her pink inner
vaginal walls and her pee hole were clearly visible. Barry
showed Penny a sign which read, "Can you think of anywhere else
to put the clothespins. Can you think of anything else to do
with my cunt and tits? Use the toys supplied as you see fit. If
you fuck me, please use a condom!" He put the sign over Penny's
head.
"I'll be back later. Have a good day!" Barry left Penny to
the whims of anyone who entered the building. She was terrified!
Before Barry returned, Penny had had clothespins attached to
several places on both tits and removed, and replaced again and
again. Her cunt had had clothespins placed and removed along her
inner and outer cuntlips. Her clit had been clipped and
reclipped several times. Her cunt had been eaten, her clit had
been tongue-licked with and without clothespins attached. She
had been fucked several times, all with condoms correctly placed.
Several Masters and slaves had used the Swedish vibrator on her
anus, inserted vibrating fingers up her rectum and around the
inside walls of her pussy. Most had eventually flicked her clit
or grasped it between a vibrating thumb and forefinger! She had
climaxed more times than she could count. But the most degrading
moments were those when the Masters commanded their female slaves
to eat Penny's pussy. She still did not consider herself a
lesbian, and cringed when another woman ate her out. But she did
still notice the difference, and she seemed to come harder with a
woman tonguing her clit, even though it made her want to die of
the added humiliation and embarrassment!
Barry finally returned mid-afternoon and led Penny back to
the room to rest before the evening's activities. Several
Masters had related to him Penny's continuing distaste for female
attentions. He knew what the evening's ordeal would be!
Barry told Penny that she would no longer be made to kneel
on the table during dinner. She could eat in the room, and would
be led to the arena after dinner. This was a small reward for
her progress to date.
At the appropriate time, later than usual, Penny was led
naked, hands cuffed behind her, and feet hobbled with the short
chain, into the arena. In a way, it was more humiliating
because she knew all eyes were on her, not on dinner.
Barry began, "Tonight, Penny will ask five Masters to
command their female slaves to make love to her while she is
bound and gagged. She will be helpless to prevent the slaves
from doing whatever they wish with her body, but she will decide
who the 'lovers' are to be."
Penny looked astonished at Barry. She knew that he was
aware of her distaste for lesbian activities! But she was in
training, and had no choice but to submit. Penny's gag was
removed, and she was led to the edge of the audience.
"Penny, you may roam the audience and make your choices."
Barry disconnected the leash from Penny's collar. She began
to roam through the audience. She immediately asked Greg and Jim
if Eve and Nancy could make love to her. She figured if she had
to endure something she detested, at least some of the
perpetrators should be people she knew and liked. She picked
three other slaves, pretty, well-built, but other than that, they
were pretty much at random. The five slaves followed Penny back
to the sunken dance floor. Penny saw that Barry now held a small
bag.
Barry continued, "Penny will be hung upside-down with her
wrists fixed to the floor. Her ankles will be strapped to a bar
from the ceiling, and will be spread widely apart. She will not
be blindfolded or gagged. You have only two instructions. You
are not to cause her pain, and you are not to cause her to come
until I say so. This evening, Penny will be subjected to
continuous female pleasure until finally released. She will not
be painfully tortured, only pleasurably tortured. You may use
only touch, including tickling. You may stimulate any part of
Penny's body with any part of your body, in any way you see fit,
except to cause physical pain."
Barry reached into the bag and extracted a variety of
vibrators. There were large and small dildoes, an egg, and a
Swedish vibrator.
"You may also use these toys to enhance her pleasure, but no
pain."
Penny was placed on her back in the middle of the room. A
bar descended from the ceiling, and Penny's ankles were strapped
to it on either end. The bar was adjustable in length, and it
was widened to the limits of Penny's endurance. The bar was
raised until Penny's head was about three feet off the floor.
Her handcuffs were removed, and her arms were cuffed to a ring in
the floor. The bar was then raised until Penny was stretched
tight. Her head was about crotch level with the other slaves,
and her gaping pussy was, in turn, about head level with the
other slaves. She was totally available, front and back. Even
the soles of her feet were available if they so desired.
Penny's choices were not necessarily wise ones. It seemed
that none of them had any aversions to lesbian activities. Eve
approached Penny first, and began softly licking Penny's inner
thighs, while Nancy began working on Penny's ass crack with her
fingernails and tongue. A slave began working on Penny's
nipples, one slave on each. They licked, sucked, stroked,
lightly tickled the sides of her breasts, and softly kneaded the
flesh and nipples. The fifth slave stood in front of Penny, and
began lightly stroking her abdomen, working slowly up to her
crotch. Eve began simultaneously working her was down the inner
thighs toward the crotch, and Nancy's strokes across her asscrack
became longer, also approaching her wide-open pussy. Penny was
aroused almost instantaneously! The sensations were unending.
It was too much all at once! She began to moan softly, and
shamefully. Her pussy contracted and relaxed in rhythm to the
stroking. She was beginning to want to be touched THERE! Then
the fifth slave, the one in front of her, gently grabbed Penny's
shoulders and brought her face up into her pussy. Penny was not
prepared for this!
"NO, NO, NOT THAT!! I CAN'T!!" Penny protested.
The slave simply relaxed her grip and the soft torment
continued. The slave stepped closer, and stood right up against
Penny's nose. Penny did not respond, but her moaning became
louder and more urgent.
Finally, all three standing slaves concentrated on Penny's
pussy at once. Eve rapidly flicked from inner thigh down to the
outer pussy lips and back again, first one side and then the
other. Nancy stroked widely from pussy to ass, allowing her now
wet finger to enter the vagina as it passed across each time.
The other two slaves continued working over Penny's tits. Penny
was going wild with passion and anticipation.
"PLLEEAASE TOUCH ME! PLEASE RUB MY CLIT."
The fifth slave used the fingers on both hands to spread
Penny's pussy wide open and to unhood the swollen clit. Penny
felt the mouth engulf her clit and begin to nibble and suckle the
small nub of sensitized nerve endings. The stimulations were
agonizing to Penny!
"AAAAAARRRRGGGGHNHHH--NNGNGG---NNNGNNGGN---NNNGNNGNG"
Penny quickly felt the swellings of a massive climax
building.
"STOP! ENOUGH!!," Barry commanded. All five slaves
immediately stopped and moved away from Penny. Penny was left
hanging--literally--in mid-climax! The overpowering desires
quickly subsided to her frustration. She was allowed to
completely recover, and Barry commanded, "Continue!" The process
started all over again. The on again--off again torment
continued for more than an hour. Penny was brought to the brink
of climax and denied release about every ten minutes during that
time. The frustration was intolerable. SHE CRAVED THE FEMALE
STIMULATION THAT SHE HAD THOUGHT SO REPUGNANT BEFORE!! SHE
WANTED THEM TO MAKE HER COME!! Finally, as her climax swelled
one last time, Barry commanded, "Vibrators!"
With her mouth still suckling and biting Penny's clit,
vibrators were inserted in her cunt and asshole. Penny felt the
mouth leave her clit, again causing her an intense amount of
frustration. However, this time, she felt fingers kneading her
clit instead of a mouth. Her desires quickly resumed. Then it
hit!! All three vibrators were turned on. The dildoes in her
ass and cunt were manipulated in and out by the slaves, and the
Swedish vibrator on the back of the fifth slave's hand caused her
clit to be pulled, flicked, and massaged by rapidly vibrating
fingers. Penny exploded in shameless climax after climax after
climax in front of her appreciative audience. Needless to say,
Penny would look at lesbian activities differently in the future.
Penny lost count of the number of climaxes she had, but
eventually Barry let her down, exhausted, and led her out of the
arena to thundering applause. She was led to the room and put to
bed.
Barry whispered in her ear just before she drifted off to
sleep, "Tomorrow we are going on a boat ride."

-----------------------------Continued in Part IXTHE PAVILION
Part IX

The next morning, Penny arose as usual, greeted by Eve's
arriving with breakfast. However, instead of her usual slave
attire, Eve was wearing a VERY skimpy bikini thong which
basically hid only her pubic area and her nipples.
"Master, may I ask a question?" asked Penny.
"You may."
"Why the change in attire, Eve?" asked Penny, hesitantly,
looking at Barry for approval of the question.
"Oh, didn't Barry tell you? We're all going on a sail
today. Of course, I won't be wearing the suit all the time."
Barry retorted, "And you won't be wearing one at all, my dear!"
Penny knew better than to ask where they were going. Eve left
and Penny was allowed to eat and do her morning bathroom routine.
As usual, her hands were cuffed behind her back, she was gagged,
and the collar and hobbles were placed on their respective
appendages. She was led out of the room stark naked toward the
arena. However, they turned toward the water to the awaiting
52-foot catamaran. Penny was led aboard and taken to the main
mast. The boom was positioned about three feet off the deck. A
circular swiveling platform about two feet wide was attached to
the boom, and encircled the mast just above deck level. A sleeve
was attached above the platform which covered the lower six feet
or so of the mast. As the boom swung with the mainsail, the
platform and sleeve would also swivel in tandem around the mast.
Penny was placed with her back to the mast. Her hands were
uncuffed and recuffed behind the mast. Her elbows were also
shackled behind the mast, although Barry wasn't cruel enough to
try to bring them together. However, the position was
uncomfortable, and her tits stuck out magnificently! Her right
leg was tied to the platform, and her left leg was drawn out
along the boom to an eyescrew to which her left ankle was tied!
Her pussy was once again gaping open and available to anyone on
or near the boat. Her gag was left in place.
Penny noticed that she was the only one naked on the boat.
Barry must have been reading her mind. He explained, "Penny, you
will be the only one naked during the cruise. This will help to
make you feel more vulnerable and exposed. We will sail down the
coast about ten miles to a group of caves. There we will all go
scuba diving, including you. You should find it interesting and
exciting. Along the way, we will pass two or three villages and
about four resorts. The word of mouth passes quickly. Nearly
everyone along the way gathers along the shore and in boats.
They know that Thursdays are slave initiation sail days. They
are always eager to see the new initiate."

As Barry spoke, the catamaran pushed back from the dock, and
began to sail toward the South along the coast. Penny noticed
several Jamaican skiffs waiting offshore, and believed she could
see more than the usual people along the beaches. She shuddered
at the thought of being exposed as she was to an expanded
audience-to-be. But at least the sail would be cool.
Everyone was putting on sunscreen. Jim, Greg, and Barry
began applying sunscreen to Penny rather slowly, deliberately,
and in copious amounts. They started with her feet and ankles,
and worked upwards and inwards toward her hips and pussy. After
covering her pussy mound and perineum, and after she was
sufficiently aroused, they continued upwards toward her tits.
The three pairs of male hands worked and kneaded her exposed body
very expertly, keeping her always on the brink of a climax. As
one was covering her less interesting parts, another was working
on her tits, and another re-covering her pussy. They would
occasionally throw in a rib or foot tickle just to see her squirm
in her bonds. She could see where they were about to go with
their hands, but could not speak or do anything to prevent the
wandering fingers from going where they wished. The other
Masters and slaves were revelling in the show, as usual.
Finally, Penny was deemed to be sufficiently covered in
sunscreen, and was left dangling on the brink of a climax.
Going out, the wind was from the South, causing the
catamaran to "run," or be pushed from behind. This caused the
mainsail to be at right angles to the direction the boat was
sailing. This meant that Penny was facing dead ahead, tits and
pussy gapingly exposed to anyone in front of the boat, and there
were several boats waiting in front of the catamaran. The boat
sailed as close to the shore as it could without running aground
in order to give all the onlookers an eyeful. About every
fifteen minutes, Penny was allowed to switch feet, which meant
that she alternatively faced the stern of the catamaran and the
other Masters and slaves on the boat, then faced ahead. She
would change positions several times before reaching their
destination. No matter which way she faced, the spray from the
boat would hit her in the front or the back. It was shocking
when it hit, but kept her cool during the sail.
Almost constantly, Barry, Jim, or Greg would suck her clit
and tongue her pussy and tits for the pleasure of the boats
passing close enough to see. Penny was kept in a constant state
of arousal, but was never allowed to climax. The grunting noises
she made through her gag were sure signs of her tormented state.
She could see and hear the cheers of her audience in the
accompanying boats, and could even hear the cheers of the crowds
on the beach occasionally. Although she was embarrassed and
humiliated, she realized they really had no idea who she was, and
would never recognize her in any other circumstance. The boat
easily outsailed the other sailboats, so no boat accompanied the
catamaran for long. Even the small motorboats seemed to lose
interest after awhile, probably for fuel reasons.

After about three hours, they reached their destination.
The boat anchored in deep water off some lava rock cliffs with
large caves. Everyone stripped naked and donned SCUBA gear.
Penny's hands, elbows, and ankles were uncuffed and she was taken
down. Barry placed SCUBA gear on Penny's back, including an
inflatable life vest. Barry placed new straps around each thigh
and clipped Penny's wrists to them so that her hands were
attached to her sides. Her tank of air was opened, her gag was
removed, and an air mouthpiece was placed in her mouth. A
special connector went from the mouthpiece to the life vest. If
Penny lost her mouthpiece, the vest would automatically inflate
and bring her to the surface. The vest was special as well,
having cutouts for each breast so they were not hidden from view.
A special short strap was attached to the outer and inner sides
of each cutout. A nipple clamp was attached to the other end of
each strap. These (two on each tit) were attached to Penny's
nipples. Although mildly painful, if the vest inflated, the
straps would give each tit a hearty tug until the vest were
removed. It was definitely an incentive to keep the mouthpiece
in her mouth! Finally, fins were attached to her feet, and the
heels of the fins were also attached to the thigh straps so they
would not come off. They comically resembled long garters. A
mask finished the ensemble.
Penny was not unfamiliar with SCUBA diving. She had been
several times in the past. Consequently, she was familiar with
the usual arms-at-the-sides SCUBA position. She also knew that
the fins would be sufficient to keep her afloat and maneuverable.
But it was the INABILITY to protect herself that was different.
She felt very vulnerable when Barry gently lowered her into the
water. If he had thrown her in, he was aware that she might be
unable to retain the mouthpiece in place when she hit the water.
Once in the water, Penny rapidly felt more at ease. She could
maneuver easily and soon began to enjoy the underwater sights.
There were reef formations and colorful fish.
The other divers were everywhere around her. Soon, she
began to realize she was being felt up with more and more
frequency--mostly from behind where she could not see. Hands
reached from behind to fondle her tits and flick the nipple
clamps, much to her discomfort. The crack of her ass and pussy
were fondled from behind as well. Someone then removed her mask,
and with it, her ability to see. She felt him slip between her
legs, and felt his massive cock slip into her cunt. Then she
felt another slip into her ass. She was being sandwich-fucked
underwater! Her previous state of arousal caught up with her,
and she had a massive climax quickly, almost losing her
mouthpiece. Her partners also finished quickly, and her mask was
replaced from behind, the culprit being kind enough to lift the
bottom of the mask so she could blow out the water. Before she
could turn around, they were mingled in the crowd so she could
not tell who they had been. Then she saw two very used condoms
floating upward in front of her gaze. She felt very relieved. A
similar incident occurred three more times during the dive.
Penny was rapidly becoming exhausted.
After what seemed to be about an hour in the water, she
noticed that everyone was going toward the boat. Not wanting to
be left, she headed up to the surface. Everyone was in the
catamaran, and Barry and Greg reached over to pull her up. Not
thinking, she let go of the mouthpiece, and the jacket inflated,
bringing her nipples abruptly to attention! Penny screamed
continually until the vest was removed.
Penny was cuffed to the netting at the bow of the boat
between the catamaran hulls spread-eagled on her back as lunch
was prepared. Everyone ate, including Penny, thanks to Barry,
and the sail home started. Penny was again positioned on the
mast, her gag was reapplied, and she again endured the
application of sunscreen, and the cheers andgazes of the boaters
and onlookers from the shore along the way. However, this time,
her clit was very sensitive from her underwater sandwich-fucking,
and her torment was more intense than during the sail down. The
trip home was a bit longer than the one down, because the
catamaran had to tack several times. Penny's changing position
caused her to alternately face the shore and the sea, offering a
better view to the boaters along side the catamaran and the
onlookers on shore than had been offered on the sail down. It
seemed that the trip home took forever, but they finally arrived.
Penny was promptly led to the room to rest and prepare for the
evening.

Penny was allowed to bathe and perform her toiletries. Eve
showed up right on schedule with her dinner. After dinner, Eve
was handcuffed and led by her leash, naked except for high heels,
into the arena for the evening's "education" session.
Barry began, "Last evening, you learned to accept pleasure
from other women. Tonight, you will give pleasure to other
women. You will pick out two slaves from the audience. They
will be bound and their pussies will be made available to your
mouth. You will bring them to climax without the use of your
hands. You will use only your mouth and tongue!"
Penny started to protest. The activities of last night were
repulsive to her, although pleasurable enough, as it turned out.
But to do it to someone else... But she thought better of saying
anything. She knew protest was useless.
"As an added incentive, your back will be whipped with the
double quirt until each reaches climax. The two slaves whom you
choose will be punished as well until they reach climax. They
will be required to suck their Masters' cocks as their breasts
are whipped with a similar quirt. This way, everyone has an
incentive for the slaves to reach a climax fairly quickly,
although it may be rather difficult to do so. It should provide
an amusing show for our audience! Now go into the audience and
choose."
Barry disconnected her leash, and Penny strolled through the
audience, hands still cuffed behind her. She choose Nancy and
Eve, of course. Sweet revenge! Although neither looked
particularly pleased, they did not protest. Jim and Greg,
however, looked especially pleased. The slaves were soon as
naked as Penny, and had wrist and ankle cuffs applied.
Two large boxes were brought out. They stood about waist-
high on Penny, and measured about 2 feet by 2 feet. They were
padded on top, and one end had metal rods extending out about 3
feet at a 45-degree angle at the top. There were large rings set
in each side about two feet from the top. Each of the chosen
slaves was placed on her back on top of the boxes. Their knees
were placed across the rods, and their ankles were drawn back to
the sides of the box. The knees were tied to the rods, and the
wrists and ankles were both tied to the rings on the sides of the
box. Their heads were not supported, and hung backwards over the
upper end of the box. Their tits were stretched and their
pussies were openly available for pleasure or torment just at the
edge of the lower end of the box.
Penny knelt in front of Eve as Greg placed his rigid cock in
Eve's mouth and allowed the whip to hover over her tits. Barry
stepped aside, making Penny wonder who would administer the whip
to her back. Soon, she saw the club manager take the whip from
Barry's hand. Penny shuddered. She knew her husband would
administer the whip in a manner that she could tolerate. Now,
she was truly anxious!
Eve's box was turned with a side view to most of the
audience so both tortures could be viewed by the most people.
The club manager disappeared from Penny's view as he stepped
behind her. She felt the fire of the quirt across her shoulders
and screamed. Penny quickly abandoned any ideas of hesitation,
and her mouth instantly found Eve's slit. She began to lick up
and down furiously. Another slash, lower down. Penny let out a
muffled scream as her tongue found Eve's clit. In the meantime,
Eve was making muffles mewing noises as Greg's cock slid in and
out of her mouth, and as Greg's quirt struck her defenseless
breasts again and again. Penny's tongue slid from Eve's asshole
to clit in rapid-fire motion to match the fire on her back!
Eve's sexual secretions began to flow, and the taste in Penny's
mouth was soon a mixture of her own saliva and Eve's juices. She
quickly made herself concentrate on Eve's clit in an effort to
stop the twin tortures. She began to nibble and suck and lick,
all on that sensitive nubbin of flesh. Soon, in spite of her
tortured tits, Eve's hips began to rise and fall rhythmically,
and she tried to bring her knees together spasmodically. Her
head was sliding back and forth vigorously along the shaft of
Greg's swollen cock.
Just as Penny felt she could not endure the whip any
further, the shattering climax hit Eve! Eve stopped all motion,
and her hips and head seemed frozen in mid-air. Greg kept
pumping in and out of her mouth as she increased her
simultaneous mewing and grunting noises around his cock. Soon
she felt the hot salty cum fill her mouth. Penny continued her
attack until she was sure Eve was totally spent. The fire across
her back stopped. Eve lay limp in her bonds, and Penny stood up,
a bit wobbly. The audience clapped and roared its approval.
Barry spoke first, "You did very well, Penny. I fully
expected you to be far more reluctant to suck off another woman.
You have learned well. Because you have done so well, we are
going to change the scene a bit. Your punishment will end.
However, instead of inflicting pure pleasure, you will now
inflict pain and pleasure. You will use a vibrator and a whip
simultaneously on Nancy. She will be gagged so you will not be
distracted by her pleas for mercy. A slave must be able to
perform all commands of her Master, including inflicting pain on
others under His domain! If you do not do well, you will replace
Nancy on the box! You may use the whip and vibrator however you
wish, but you must bring Nancy to her first climax in not less
than 15 nor more than 20 minutes."
On hearing this, Nancy began pleading. She knew she must
endure the torture for at least 15 minutes, maybe longer. The
statement of "first" climax was not lost to her ears. She was
quickly gagged with a large, black, inflatable penis gag which
was inflated to stretch her mouth to its limits.
Nancy's box was turned so her pussy faced the majority of
the audience. Penny's hands were uncuffed, and she placed a
"Swedish" vibrator on her right hand. She picked up the
double-thonged quirt with her left, and slowly approached a
mewing and struggling Nancy.
Nancy was knew full well the torment she was to receive.
She wasn't sure just how efficiently Penny would be at the role
of tormentor, but she did know that if Penny faltered, her
punishment would be worse than that about to be inflicted on
Nancy. It was a significant incentive for Penny to perform
magnificently--to Nancy's disadvantage! Nancy was also acutely
aware of her magnificent breasts stretched taught and pertly
pointing upward as if to beg for the whip. Her pussy was gaping
and wet with anticipation. The insides of her thighs and entire
frontal area were equally available for Penny's whim. Nancy knew
without a doubt where the vibrator would be applied, but wasn't
sure just where the quirt would fall, or how long it would be
before the vibrator would finally cause her to plunge over the
pleasure chasm--she was sure it wouldn't be until after she had
endured the quirt over her most sensitive areas!

Penny stood between Nancy's outstretched thighs. Because
Nancy's head was unsupported, it was a struggle for her to see
what was about to happen. She could not maintain her head
elevated for long periods, but she did try. Penny waited until
Nancy's head dropped back before she struck the first blow. The
quirt struck the underside of Nancy's left breast first, then the
outer side of the right in quick succession. Nancy's head came
up with a start as she made unintelligible noises into her gag
and struggled unsuccessfully against the bonds which held her in
position for the next assault.
"That won't do at all," said the club manager. "You must
strike as if you mean it, or you will change places. I can
assure you that Nancy will not be so merciful!"
Penny needed little encouragement. She found the reversed
roles surprisingly exhilarating. She stepped back a bit, raised
her arm fully over her head, and struck again with a fiendish
snap of the wrist at the end of the blow. The tips of the quirt
snapped viciously against the left outstretched thigh. Then
again against the right. Before Nancy could recover, Penny began
to criss-cross Nancy with grazing, burning blows over the
breasts, ribs, abdomen, thighs. Nancy's noises and struggles
were as unceasing as Penny's blows. Her entire frontal torso was
a roadmap of red lines from her nipples to her knees. Her pussy
was avoided by both the quirt and the vibrator. Penny stopped
suddenly. Then Penny did something that pleased Barry and the
audience enormously.
"Master, may I be a bit innovative?" asked Penny to Barry.
"Of course. It would please me if you were. However,
innovation should not substitute for torment, nor will it replace
the required time limit."
"Thank you, Master."
Penny turned the box so that Nancy's head was facing the
audience. Penny walked around to Nancy's head, and removed
Nancy's gag. She bent down and whispered in Nancy's ear, "Suck
my pussy." Penny then straddled Nancy's mouth with her shaved
pussy. She bent over and started kissing the red lines on
Nancy's body!
Barry knew what this meant. It meant that there was now
nothing Penny was reluctant to do in her new role as slave. She
had accepted her role with enthusiasm! Her previous distaste for
any sort of lesbian activities had been replaced with a desire to
serve, even by performing lesbian activities in an innovative
manner, beyond what had been demanded of her.
Penny's tongue could reach only down to Nancy's lower
abdomen from where she stood. As her kisses over Nancy's
sensitive nipples, breasts, and abdomen awakened Nancy's libido,
Nancy picked up her head and began mouthing Penny's pussy,
concentrating on licking her slit and sucking her clit. Penny
found that she was being turned on tremendously by the view she
presented from behind to the audience. She was blocking the view
of Nancy to the audience, but presented a full view of her pussy
and asshole as Nancy vigorously worked on both. Penny switched
on the vibrator and reached down to Nancy's cunt with her right
hand. She found Nancy's cunt was sopping wet! Penny cupped the
entire cunt with her vibrating hand briefly, causing Nancy to
stop in mid-lick as she realized what was about to happen, and
then to resume her tongue's assault on Penny's spread pussy more
intensely. As Penny changed her tactics from cupping Nancy's
pussy to a sliding finger technique, Nancy went crazy! She
buried her face and tongue and vigorously shook her head against
the naked pussy! Penny inserted one, then two, and then three
vibrating fingers into Nancy's love hole, and then quickly slid
out and over the sensitive clit, pausing over it and pinching it
slowly in circular motions. She then went back down into her
love hole, and back out across the clit. Penny continued this
playful technique as long as she could stand Nancy's mouth on her
pussy. As Penny and Nancy both neared climax, Penny stopped and
stepped away!
Penny turned Nancy's box back around so that her spread
pussy was again facing the audience. "Not quite yet, Nancy.
Time hasn't run out yet." Nancy groaned. The fire over her
torso from the quirt was slowly returning.
Penny toyed with Nancy sarcastically, "I'm not going to
replace your gag, Nancy. I want to hear you scream. It will
give me a better indication of how I'm doing in my new role. I
am so unaccustomed to it. I can't really judge unless you 'tell'
me. Besides, I think it will more enjoyable if the audience
hears you scream and plead."
Penny resumed her position between Nancy's legs, and bent
over to plant her mouth on Nancy's cunt. At the same time, Penny
reached up with both hands and began kneading and pinching
Nancy's tits and nipples. Penny's tongue slid in and out of
Nancy's hole and up over her clit much as her vibrator hand had
done previously. The simultaneous stimulations on her pussy and
tits quickly brought Nancy to the brink of climax again. Nancy
knew what was coming. She dreaded the time when Penny would
stop. Then it happened--Penny stopped!
Nancy's cunt was suddenly on fire! Penny lashed out with
the quirt and caught Nancy full force on the left labia, then the
right. Nancy wished Penny could find some other way--always left
then right. So damned predictable, but so damned effective.
Nancy knew just what would happen, increasing her dread even
more! Then Penny lashed the quirt right down the center from
Nancy's clit to asshole!
Nancy screamed and pleaded, "AAAAIAIIIIIIEEEE! I CAN'T
STAND IT THERE!! PLEASE, NO MOOORRRREEE!!! PLLEEEASSEEAAAA
IAIIIIEEEEEE!" as the quirt hit dead center once again!
Penny worked on Nancy's cunt for a few minutes, during which
time Nancy struggled, shook her head, screamed, and pleaded
constantly. The audience was spellbound at Penny's performance
in her new, albeit temporary, role. Although Nancy was pleading,
Penny sensed correctly that Nancy was nearing climax once again.
A quick glance at Barry confirmed that Penny's torment was now in
the narrow time gap of allowed climax.
Penny changed hands, placing the vibrator on her left, and
taking the quirt in her right. She walked around to Nancy's left
side and placed two fingers of her left hand in Nancy's pussy,
and rubbed her swollen, sensitive clit with her vibrating thumb.
Nancy quickly responded with little grunts and moans as her hips
began rising and falling with Penny's in and out thrusts. As
Nancy neared climax, Penny started using the quirt on Nancy's
tits again, causing Nancy's pending climax to briefly subside
until she became used to the new stimulations. Her new pleadings
were short lived, and were quickly replaced with renewed sounds
of nearing climax. Penny continued her assault on Nancy's clit,
cunt, and tits until Nancy was almost at the brink. When Nancy
was at the edge, Penny quickly inserted another finger deep into
Nancy's asshole, and Nancy immediately was hit with wave after
wave of shuddering climaxes which swept over Nancy until she
could not take anymore! She begged Penny to stop. Not wanting
to finish the session quite yet, Penny stopped and removed the
vibrator from her left hand, but retained the quirt in her right.
"Master, have I fulfilled the requirements in the allotted
time?"
"Yes, Penny, you have done VERY well tonight."
"Master, may I make a request?"
"You may, Penny."
"Master, may I continue for my own fulfillment?"
"What does the audience say? Should we allow her to
continue?"
The audience roared with its overwhelming approval. Nancy
shuddered. She knew that pleading against continuing would only
add to the audience's pleasure, and to her torment.
Nancy's box was again turned so that her head faced the
audience. Penny once again spread her naked cunt over Nancy's
mouth. She reached down and toyed with Nancy's supersensitive
swollen clit and cunt as she talked to Nancy, "Now, it's my turn.
I want you to bring me to climax with your mouth. I am going to
whip your cunt until you do!"
Nancy started at once! She did not wait until she felt the
first stab of pain across her swollen labia and clit from Penny's
quirt. Penny stood slightly bent to provide the audience with a
better view of Nancy's face as she fought to stimulate Penny in
her agony. The quirt found Nancy's clit, labia, and wet hole.
Occasionally, the tip would bite unmercifully into Nancy's
puckered asshole. Nancy could not scream against Penny's pussy,
so she worked even more vigorously. It didn't take long. Penny
was in sexual ecstasy as she flicked her newfound power over
Nancy's cunt, and felt the result of Nancy's agony in her own
pussy. The quirt was also having an effect on Nancy's libido as
well. They both fell victim to shuddering climaxes
simultaneously, as Nancy's tongue and Penny's quirt hit new
heights of activity. As they both climaxed, and the action
stopped, the audience went crazy.

As the audience rose with a standing ovation and cheers,
Nancy was removed from the table and allowed to rejoin Jim.
Penny's hands were re-cuffed behind her back and the leash was
replaced on her collar. She was reminded of her status, and that
her recent role was temporary and only at the pleasure of her
Master.
The club manager spoke first as the noise subsided, "Penny,
you have done very well. You have responded magnificently to
your training. You may return to your room for the night. There
is one more day of training, but I have no doubts that you will
more than earn a place in the club membership for yourself and
your Master."
Barry was pleased. Penny was led back to the room. She had
realized that she and Barry had not made love since the first
night in the pool. She had really been too exhausted usually,
but could not help but notice that his abstinence seemed a part
of the training. She had been soundly fucked by others, but not
by Barry. Would tonight be the night??
It was not to be. Barry tied her to the bed as usual after
allowing her to perform her usual toiletries, and Penny slept.
Tomorrow was to be the last day and night of her training.

-----------------------Continued in the final Part X.

May 18, 2011

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Corrupting Choirboy Episode 2 "Pleasure Ashley's Pussy"

May 17, 2011

THE PAVILION
Part VIII

The next morning's routine was much the same, Eve bringing
breakfast, Penny being allowed to do her toilet routine.
"Today, I have something special for you," volunteered Barry.
It wasn't what he said, it was the emphasis he put on the word
"special" that caused Penny to shudder. "Assume the
position."
Penny turned around and placed her hands behind her back.
They were promptly cuffed behind her neck to the collar. The
short hobbles were placed on her ankles--not so much to keep her
from running anymore, but more to keep her in the sensation of
helplessness. She was gagged, but not blindfolded. The leash
was attached to the front of the collar, and she was led outside
stark naked, as usual.
Barry led Penny away from the beach and toward the ominous-
looking building earlier identified as the "Punishment Building."
Penny began to silently tremble as she was unceremoniously led up
to, and then through, the doors of the building.
"Remember, dear, you have three punishments coming. I
haven't forgotten, did you?"
Penny shook her head in silence, and looked down at the
floor as she entered the building. There was an alcove with a
slave in punishment on either side of the entranceway.
The slave on the left was totally nude, gagged, and rigidly
fixed to a frame holding her in the lithotomy position (like that
when being examined in the gynecologist's office) with a piston
device pushing a dildo in and out of her gaping vagina. Then
Penny noted that the dildo was made of ICE! A short extension,
much like the one used on her, was hitting the clit with each
intrusion into the helpless, waiting hole. Numerous ice cubes
attached to long strings were attached to an overhead meshwork.
The meshwork was attached to the piston device, causing the mesh
to jerk up and down with each piston stroke. The ice cubes were
dancing up and down on numerous points on her ribs, tits, and
abdomen as her cunt and clit continued to be violated by the
supercold monster. About the only thing that could move was her
head. She was jerking her head violently and mewing nearly
silently into her effective gag. She was obviously not enjoying
the experience.
"Jasmine forgot to ice her Master's drink appropriately
yesterday. I doubt she will forget again," said Barry.
The slave on the right was similarly nude, but was suspended
in air by all fours, back to the ground. The slave's arms and
legs were fixed to four corners of a square metal railing which
was suspended from the ceiling. Her cunt was staring out at
Penny and Barry. A bottle of "Heet," a common over-the-counter
arthritis medication which burns slightly when applied to skin
over joints, was sitting on a bench beside the slave, with a sign
that read, "Apply liberally!"
Apparently, someone had already applied some to the slave's
more tender mucous membranes, because she was dancing in air,
moving her hips in a most obscene manner as if to escape some
unseen torment. Her glance at Barry seemed to beg him to go away
without tormenting her further. It was not to be!
Barry smiled as he picked up the bottle, and extracted the
cotton applicator on the end of a long wire. The slave's eyes
widened and she began to mew softly into her gag much as the
sounds coming from across the room. Barry reached for her right
nipple and smeared the chemical around it. The slave increased
her mewing and animated movements. Then the left. Action
increased further. Barry dipped the applicator into the bottle
and approached the slave between her legs. She lifted her hips
as high as she could, and alternately tried to close her legs and
opened them as wide as she could in an effort to escape the
impending torture. Barry swiftly swabbed the slave's vagina and
rectum before the heat from either one hit her brain. As the
chemical reaction reached her brain, she became nearly
uncontrollable, testing the limits of her restraints to the
limit. Barry calmly inserted the applicator into the bottle
again, allowing a copious amount of the liquid to be retained on
the applicator. It dripped freely. Barry used his elbows to
hold the struggling slave's hips still, used the thumb and
forefinger of his left hand to pull back the hood over the clit,
and allowed the liquid from the applicator in his right hand to
drop on the bare nubbin of nerve tissue. It screamed fire as the
liquid hit. The slave realized a totally new meaning of pain.
Barry and Penny left the slave struggling, realizing that someone
else was entering behind them. They entered the main punishment
hall.
The hall was full of Masters and slaves in various forms of
punishment. Nearly all the slaves were bound nude and gagged.
If they weren't nude, the clothing added to their torment in some
fashion. The gags were necessary. The noise would have been
deafening if all the slaves were allowed to scream as they
wished. Most of the slaves, except those in the foyer, had
Masters in attendance.
One slave was sitting astride a bare wooden bar about the
width of a 2 X 4. It was smooth, but hard. Her naked pussy was
bearing the entire brunt of her weight. Her ankles were bound
widely out to either side, and her legs were tied down tight.
Her hands were bound behind her, and her arms were drawn up,
causing her to sit directly on her pussy. Her clit was mashed
against a small vibrating disc fixed to the wooden bar. Her
pussy and ass were filled with metal dildoes. A small metal disc
was under her ass plug.
"This is particularly painful," Barry explained to Penny.
"Her cunt is constantly in pain from the position. However, the
vibrating disc under her clit causes climax after climax. As she
climaxes, she rears back, causing pain in her shoulders. As the
ass plug hits the metal disc under it, her pussy receives an
electric shock, and her ass gets a shot of hot oil up it. She
gets a climax, an electric shock, and a hot oil enema all at the
same time. She has been there about two hours now. I suspect
she needs to go real bad by now."
Penny noticed the slave was sweating profusely and panting.
The slave looked as if she was nearing another climax, and was
trying desperately not to let it happen. She seemed to be
pleading with her master not to raise her arms any further!
Another slave was bound on her back to a table with her arms back
over her head. Her legs were splayed widely and tied near her
shoulders, presenting her cunt and ass gapingly to the room. She
had two Masters in attendance. One was vigorously eating her
clit and cunt while the other stood at her heat between her arms
stroking her armpits, sided of her breasts, ribs, backs of her
legs, and feet. This slave was not gagged, and her pleadings and
screams of pleasure and simultaneous tickling torment filled the
room. Her sentence was for two continuous hours of this. She
had an hour to go!
Another slave was on tiptoe. Metal plates were attached to
her heels with matching plates on the floor. She was kept in
place by a dildo embedded into her cunt attached to a pole
arising from the floor. Wire loops with barbs attached to either
side of the pole and encircled each leg. Large clips were
attached to her nipples, and these, in turn, were attached to a
large can. The can was at the end of a large, smooth, metal
penis gag inserted into the slave's mouth. A hose entered the
can from a large container hanging from the ceiling above the
slave's head. As she let her stance falter, the metal plates
would touch, and water would enter the can held by the gag. As
the can filled with water, the slave could no longer hold the
gag, and it would drop, jerking the clamps off her nipples. This
slave was gagged only when the penis gag was being held. She
could not plead until it was too late. She was allowed to scream
as the clamps jerked off. She screamed about every ten minutes.
This was a signal for her Master to return to her, empty the can,
and reinsert the gag. Her sentence was also for two hours.
One particular slave caught Penny's attention! She was totally
nude, and in a position similar to the slave on the "horse,"
except that the slave's legs were supported by
plexiglass sides of the horse, and the area between her legs was
totally open. There was a flat piece of plexiglass arising from
the front of the horse, and another arising from the middle of
the horse. The slave was "sandwiched" between the two flat
pieces of plexiglass. The bottom of the flat pieces was cut to
fit the upside-down "V" of the horse, and the front piece was cut
out at the crotch to expose the slave's peering pussy. There
were holes cut out of the front piece through which the slave's
breasts protruded. A horizontal hole in the back piece allowed
the slave's arms to be drawn though and attached firmly to the
back of the plexiglass. The top of the front piece reached the
slave's chin. A strap held the slave's head firmly down on the
chin rest, making it impossible for the slave to move her head or
open her mouth. Two Masters were in attendance. One Master had
pierced both labial lips with new gold rings. The other Master
was tattooing the second breast. The first Master was
stimulating the clit with a vibrator in preparation for the final
piercing. The piercing and ongoing tattooing was without benefit
of
anesthetic. She was obviously in distress, but could neither
scream nor move.
"I have something simple designed for your first
punishment," Barry said. "I simply want to whip you. We will
get more technical later."
Penny shuddered at this. She had tasted the whip, but not
severely. She felt herself being led to the center of the room,
also the most openly exposed position in the room. As usual, she
would be most prominently displayed. Penny was placed kneeling
on a padded bench about three feet wide. The backs of her knees
and her ankles were strapped down to the bench widely separated
by about three feet. Her arms were raised and cuffed to a bar
hanging from the ceiling. Her wrists were also cuffed about
three feet apart. The bar was raised slightly so that Penny was
extremely taught. Barry brought out a bottle, and began to smear
Penny all over with some kind of oil. He rubbed it over her
back, buttocks, and backs of her legs. Penny guessed he was
putting it where he intended to whip her. Then he began to rub
it over the soles of her feet! Over her breasts! Over her
abdomen, the fronts of her legs! Finally, Barry rubbed the oil
into her gaping, dripping pussy!! He removed her gag.
"God, Barry---Master! You're not going to whip my tits and
pussy! Please, Master! Don't whip me there."
"Be careful. That earned you an extra ten strokes--wherever
I please!" Barry had removed the gag for a reason. He placed
ear plugs in each ear and a leather hood over Penny's head. The
hood had an effective penis gag and blindfold. There was ample
breathing room through nose holes. "This is to protect your
lovely face in case I miss!" Barry disclosed. There was also
ample room for her long hair inside the hood. Her back was now
totally exposed for punishment!
Penny struggled slightly, and resigned herself to her fate.
Now she could neither hear or see when the first stroke would
come.
Barry selected a four-foot quirt with three leather thongs
at the end. It would hurt, but would not mark her skin,
especially now that she was well-oiled! The first strike was
between her shoulder blades. The second was timed to hit as the
fire from the first was at its peak. The third was around her
waist, the fourth on the left buttock, the fifth on the right.
The sixth was at the base of her right shoulder blade, and snaked
around to catch the side of the right breast. The seventh hit
the left. The next two hit the backs of each leg. Three in
quick succession on the bottom of each foot. Barry stopped
momentarily.
Penny didn't know what to expect. The fire was like nothing
she had ever felt! She started screaming from the first blow,
and did not stop, realizing that she couldn't be heard. She
suffered in total silence, writhing as best she could. She could
not protest, could not tell him that she couldn't stand it. She
would have no choice but to endure it until he decided to quit.
The fire hit again and again--her back, butt, legs--AARRGGGh--her
tits!! HER FEET!! PLEASE STOP!! PLEASE!!! I CAN'T STAND IT!! I
CAN'T!!! mmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhh!!! The fire quit. Penny wondered
why and for how long. Was he finished!?? As her left nipple
exploded in flames, she knew he had just moved to her front!
Barry worked over each breast, her abdomen, and the front of her
legs! Penny struggled in silent, useless agony. No part of her
from her armpits to the fronts and backs of both legs had been
spared the sting of the whip. Then Penny realized that ONE PART
had been SPARED! OH, NO!!! HE WOULDN'T!! But she knew her legs
were spread obscenely for only one reason. She waited in
anticipation of the worst pain yet to come.
Barry removed the flap over one ear and whispered, "Penny,
you have pleased me. You are magnificent when you struggle! I
am going to give you five more strokes. But they will be up
between your legs. I want you to know that in advance so you can
let the fear build through your anticipation. It will be every
bit as bad as you think it will be--perhaps even worse!
As Barry replaced the ear flap, Penny shook her head
vigorously and mewed unintelligibly into her hood. The
anticipation was terrible. She had no way of knowing when the
first stroke would hit, or the next, or the next! Penny waited.
The room was fixed on Penny. Even the slaves were riveted on her
tormented body.
Barry changed quirts to one which ended in a single thong.
He stood in front of Penny and snapped it quickly up between her
legs. It flicked across her right labial lip. Penny reacted as
if she had been shot. Her struggles were violent. Just as the
pain seemed to subside, the left labia was hit. The a cut up the
middle of her cleft, with the quirt ending with a snap across her
winking asshole. Penny was struggling and mewing continuously
now, trying desperately to close her legs--all uselessly. The
fourth cut ended in Penny's wet, gaping cunthole. For the last
slice, Barry silently went behind Penny. He cut her up the
middle again, with the quirt ending right on Penny's swollen,
exposed clit! Her struggles were delicious. It was over.
Penny was taken down, and allowed to recover. The hood was
removed, but the gag was replaced. Penny was amazed to find that
she was totally unmarked. She was led to her next punishment.
Penny was taken near a wall and hung from her wrists facing the
wall. Her ankles were raised over her head by cuffs attached to
pulleys on the wall. Extending out and down from the wall was a
rod. At the end of the rod was a smooth metal dildo. A metal
dildo was placed up Penny's asshole. The dildo was wide, and it
had a depression near the base. Her anal sphincter tightened
around the depression, fixing the dildo in place until it would
be removed by someone else. A coiled wire was attached from the
dildo to a battery in the floor.
Barry explained, "The dildo on the wall will be inserted
into your pussy. Your feet will be freed. So long as you can
hold the dildo with your pussy, you will have no punishment.
However, if you slide off the dildo, you will swing back and
forth for a few swings. The backward tension on the coil wire
will activate the battery. Each time the coil stretches after
the first backward swing, you will receive a shock to your
asshole. The shock will stop as you reach the lowest point in
your swing. When you finally stop altogether, the shocks will
stop. I will reset the battery so we can stretch the coil to get
you back onto the dildo again. Oh, yes, I forgot. The dildo is
one with which you are familiar. It has a front extension to
vibrate against your clit at the same time. Be careful not to
get too wet, or to come. You might have a hard time holding on!"
Penny's feet were up on the wall, spread wide. Barry
inserted the cold metal dildo fully into her open pussy. The
extension snuggled right against the nubbin of clit. Barry
flipped a switch. The vibrator started its torment. Her ankle
cuffs snapped open. Penny gripped the dildo as tightly as her
vaginal muscles would allow. The dirty little extension did its
evil deed on her clit, quickly driving her into a frenzy of
sexual bliss. Her pussy juices flowed copiously, and soon, she
was unable to keep the metal surface from slowly sliding out of
her. She swung back past the central point, and felt the first
jolt of electricity hit her asshole. She raised her ass in the
air as much as she could. The stretch on the coil caused another
jolt. As she swung back toward the wall, the stretch caused
another jolt. Penny felt about six or seven jolts before finally
coming to rest. Barry flipped off the switch, replaced Penny's
ankle cuffs, drew her up to the wall, and reinserted the dildo.
"Really, darling! Your simply sopping wet! Such lack of
control does make it hard to hold on doesn't it."
Barry flipped the switch again, the vibrator started, and
the ankle cuffs snapped open.
Penny had her second shattering climax, and slid off the
dildo. She learned to relax with the jolts to keep from adding
stretches to the coil. This time she only received five jolts
before coming to a halt. Barry repeated the process several
times over the next half-hour before finally releasing Penny and
moving on to her third, and final, punishment.
Penny was returned to the foyer, and placed on a small bench
in the center of the small room. The bench was about one foot
deep, two feet long, and had a back which extended about six feet
toward the ceiling. Two cuffs were widely placed on either side
of the back. Penny's hands were placed over her head and her
wrists were fastened into cuffs. Then her legs were lifted up,
and her ankles were fastened to cuffs near her elbows. Only her
butt was resting on the narrow bench seat. The entire bench
apparatus was then elevated from the floor to about three feet
off the floor. Her pussy was right at penis level, obscenely
displayed, and her tits were equally available to anyone entering
the punishment building, or to anyone looking in when the door
was opened. Barry laid several clothespins, condoms, and a
Swedish vibrator next to her. He placed a long rubber band
behind Penny, and attached each end to a clothespin. He then
placed each clothespin to each of Penny's inner labia. Her cunt
was widely displayed, on a painful stretch! Her pink inner
vaginal walls and her pee hole were clearly visible. Barry
showed Penny a sign which read, "Can you think of anywhere else
to put the clothespins. Can you think of anything else to do
with my cunt and tits? Use the toys supplied as you see fit. If
you fuck me, please use a condom!" He put the sign over Penny's
head.
"I'll be back later. Have a good day!" Barry left Penny to
the whims of anyone who entered the building. She was terrified!
Before Barry returned, Penny had had clothespins attached to
several places on both tits and removed, and replaced again and
again. Her cunt had had clothespins placed and removed along her
inner and outer cuntlips. Her clit had been clipped and
reclipped several times. Her cunt had been eaten, her clit had
been tongue-licked with and without clothespins attached. She
had been fucked several times, all with condoms correctly placed.
Several Masters and slaves had used the Swedish vibrator on her
anus, inserted vibrating fingers up her rectum and around the
inside walls of her pussy. Most had eventually flicked her clit
or grasped it between a vibrating thumb and forefinger! She had
climaxed more times than she could count. But the most degrading
moments were those when the Masters commanded their female slaves
to eat Penny's pussy. She still did not consider herself a
lesbian, and cringed when another woman ate her out. But she did
still notice the difference, and she seemed to come harder with a
woman tonguing her clit, even though it made her want to die of
the added humiliation and embarrassment!
Barry finally returned mid-afternoon and led Penny back to
the room to rest before the evening's activities. Several
Masters had related to him Penny's continuing distaste for female
attentions. He knew what the evening's ordeal would be!
Barry told Penny that she would no longer be made to kneel
on the table during dinner. She could eat in the room, and would
be led to the arena after dinner. This was a small reward for
her progress to date.
At the appropriate time, later than usual, Penny was led
naked, hands cuffed behind her, and feet hobbled with the short
chain, into the arena. In a way, it was more humiliating
because she knew all eyes were on her, not on dinner.
Barry began, "Tonight, Penny will ask five Masters to
command their female slaves to make love to her while she is
bound and gagged. She will be helpless to prevent the slaves
from doing whatever they wish with her body, but she will decide
who the 'lovers' are to be."
Penny looked astonished at Barry. She knew that he was
aware of her distaste for lesbian activities! But she was in
training, and had no choice but to submit. Penny's gag was
removed, and she was led to the edge of the audience.
"Penny, you may roam the audience and make your choices."
Barry disconnected the leash from Penny's collar. She began
to roam through the audience. She immediately asked Greg and Jim
if Eve and Nancy could make love to her. She figured if she had
to endure something she detested, at least some of the
perpetrators should be people she knew and liked. She picked
three other slaves, pretty, well-built, but other than that, they
were pretty much at random. The five slaves followed Penny back
to the sunken dance floor. Penny saw that Barry now held a small
bag.
Barry continued, "Penny will be hung upside-down with her
wrists fixed to the floor. Her ankles will be strapped to a bar
from the ceiling, and will be spread widely apart. She will not
be blindfolded or gagged. You have only two instructions. You
are not to cause her pain, and you are not to cause her to come
until I say so. This evening, Penny will be subjected to
continuous female pleasure until finally released. She will not
be painfully tortured, only pleasurably tortured. You may use
only touch, including tickling. You may stimulate any part of
Penny's body with any part of your body, in any way you see fit,
except to cause physical pain."
Barry reached into the bag and extracted a variety of
vibrators. There were large and small dildoes, an egg, and a
Swedish vibrator.
"You may also use these toys to enhance her pleasure, but no
pain."
Penny was placed on her back in the middle of the room. A
bar descended from the ceiling, and Penny's ankles were strapped
to it on either end. The bar was adjustable in length, and it
was widened to the limits of Penny's endurance. The bar was
raised until Penny's head was about three feet off the floor.
Her handcuffs were removed, and her arms were cuffed to a ring in
the floor. The bar was then raised until Penny was stretched
tight. Her head was about crotch level with the other slaves,
and her gaping pussy was, in turn, about head level with the
other slaves. She was totally available, front and back. Even
the soles of her feet were available if they so desired.
Penny's choices were not necessarily wise ones. It seemed
that none of them had any aversions to lesbian activities. Eve
approached Penny first, and began softly licking Penny's inner
thighs, while Nancy began working on Penny's ass crack with her
fingernails and tongue. A slave began working on Penny's
nipples, one slave on each. They licked, sucked, stroked,
lightly tickled the sides of her breasts, and softly kneaded the
flesh and nipples. The fifth slave stood in front of Penny, and
began lightly stroking her abdomen, working slowly up to her
crotch. Eve began simultaneously working her was down the inner
thighs toward the crotch, and Nancy's strokes across her asscrack
became longer, also approaching her wide-open pussy. Penny was
aroused almost instantaneously! The sensations were unending.
It was too much all at once! She began to moan softly, and
shamefully. Her pussy contracted and relaxed in rhythm to the
stroking. She was beginning to want to be touched THERE! Then
the fifth slave, the one in front of her, gently grabbed Penny's
shoulders and brought her face up into her pussy. Penny was not
prepared for this!
"NO, NO, NOT THAT!! I CAN'T!!" Penny protested.
The slave simply relaxed her grip and the soft torment
continued. The slave stepped closer, and stood right up against
Penny's nose. Penny did not respond, but her moaning became
louder and more urgent.
Finally, all three standing slaves concentrated on Penny's
pussy at once. Eve rapidly flicked from inner thigh down to the
outer pussy lips and back again, first one side and then the
other. Nancy stroked widely from pussy to ass, allowing her now
wet finger to enter the vagina as it passed across each time.
The other two slaves continued working over Penny's tits. Penny
was going wild with passion and anticipation.
"PLLEEAASE TOUCH ME! PLEASE RUB MY CLIT."
The fifth slave used the fingers on both hands to spread
Penny's pussy wide open and to unhood the swollen clit. Penny
felt the mouth engulf her clit and begin to nibble and suckle the
small nub of sensitized nerve endings. The stimulations were
agonizing to Penny!
"AAAAAARRRRGGGGHNHHH--NNGNGG---NNNGNNGGN---NNNGNNGNG"
Penny quickly felt the swellings of a massive climax
building.
"STOP! ENOUGH!!," Barry commanded. All five slaves
immediately stopped and moved away from Penny. Penny was left
hanging--literally--in mid-climax! The overpowering desires
quickly subsided to her frustration. She was allowed to
completely recover, and Barry commanded, "Continue!" The process
started all over again. The on again--off again torment
continued for more than an hour. Penny was brought to the brink
of climax and denied release about every ten minutes during that
time. The frustration was intolerable. SHE CRAVED THE FEMALE
STIMULATION THAT SHE HAD THOUGHT SO REPUGNANT BEFORE!! SHE
WANTED THEM TO MAKE HER COME!! Finally, as her climax swelled
one last time, Barry commanded, "Vibrators!"
With her mouth still suckling and biting Penny's clit,
vibrators were inserted in her cunt and asshole. Penny felt the
mouth leave her clit, again causing her an intense amount of
frustration. However, this time, she felt fingers kneading her
clit instead of a mouth. Her desires quickly resumed. Then it
hit!! All three vibrators were turned on. The dildoes in her
ass and cunt were manipulated in and out by the slaves, and the
Swedish vibrator on the back of the fifth slave's hand caused her
clit to be pulled, flicked, and massaged by rapidly vibrating
fingers. Penny exploded in shameless climax after climax after
climax in front of her appreciative audience. Needless to say,
Penny would look at lesbian activities differently in the future.
Penny lost count of the number of climaxes she had, but
eventually Barry let her down, exhausted, and led her out of the
arena to thundering applause. She was led to the room and put to
bed.
Barry whispered in her ear just before she drifted off to
sleep, "Tomorrow we are going on a boat ride."

-----------------------------Continued in Part IX

May 15, 2011

THE PAVILION
PART VII

Penny was awakened Tuesday morning by the knock at the door.
It was Eve again with breakfast for both Barry and Penny. Penny
no longer tried to cover herself or protest against Barry's
allowing Eve to enter. This time Eve was totally nude except for
sandals and her green collar. She spoke courteously and quickly
left. She sensed that this morning was not the time for more
idle conversation.
Penny looked at Barry and smiled. "Well, MASTER, what's in
store for me today?"
"First, you are not to speak unless spoken to. Second, you
are not to look at the Masters directly in the eye unless told to
do so. Third, you are not entitled to know in advance what's in
store for you. You will learn in due time. Fourth, that tone of
voice will only earn you another punishment, unless that is
really what you are beginning to want. ARE you beginning to
enjoy your training?"
Penny didn't answer.
"Penny, when I ask you a question, I expect an answer.
ANSWER ME!!"
Penny looked down at the floor, as commanded. "Y-y-yes,"
Penny replied meekly. "I am--at least somewhat. It hurts, and
it's degrading, but it makes my pussy tingle, and I am beginning
to find the unpredictability and the subjugation exciting."
"You still have a long way to go before you are entitled to wear
the green collar. We will eat, and then we will continue."
After they ate, Barry handcuffed Penny's hands behind her
and attached the collar and leash. He led Penny outside and down
the sidewalk toward the hot tub. Penny was taken to a narrow
part of the tub which was about five feet by ten feet. Penny was
placed sideways on a bench in the center of the narrow space,
which ran parallel to the long section of the tub. There was a
slanted back to the bench, which ran from the bench to the side,
forming a sort of "T" Penny was allowed to sit in the tub, but
was kept bound and hobbled. Her hands were re-cuffed behind the
back of the bench. After she found a comfortable position, Barry
blindfolded her, but did not gag her. "I will leave you for
awhile to relax," Penny heard Barry say. She was suddenly
gripped with fear as she had been that first night when he had
left her outside. Her Master was no longer around to protect
her. Or was he??
Penny relished the gently swirling hot water. It soothed
her aching body, and she soon began to feel quite comfortable.
She abruptly felt hands at her ankles, and her hobble was undone.
Her legs were widely separated, and shackled to something on
either side of the bench on which she was resting. Then she
realized that the portion of the seat between her legs had been
removed! Bands were placed across her upper thighs and attached
to the remaining seat, keeping her in a seated position. Her
arms were uncuffed reattached to something above her head on the
back of the seat. She was "spreadeagle" on the bench in the
water. Was it Barry? Was it someone else? Penny shuddered and
tingled. Someone entered the water on her right side. Penny
waited.
Lips on her right nipple, gently sucking, swirling, tongue
flicking. It stopped, only to be replaced with the same
sensation on her left. She could hear the water swishing as
someone moved around in the water. Was there more than one?
Hands on her hips, arms against the insides of her thighs. Penny
reflexly tried to close her knees, but to no avail. Then she
felt the tongue on her slit, gently sliding up and down, flicking
in and out of her cunt, up and gently across her clit. Then it
stopped. She guessed he (OR SHE!!!) had to come up for air.
Then again, and a slight nibbling of her clit. Penny's breathing
quickened, and the beginnings of a climax began to swell within
her. As her clit continued to be attacked between intermittent
breaks for air, Penny felt ANOTHER hand begin to gently stroke
and knead her right tit, then another on her left. Then a pair
of lips on her right tit, and another on her left. There were at
least THREE tormentors!! Where was her Master--or was he there??
The hands stroking her tits moved to her ribs, and her belly.
The combination of tit sucking, tickling, and pussy-flicking was
overwhelming! Penny struggled, unable to anticipate where the
dancing fingers and tongue would go next. Her eyes rolled back
within the blindfold, and Penny climaxed!
"NNNNgggghhhh! NNNNNGGGGHHHHH! NNNNGNGNGGHHHH!" Penny
made short, degrading, grunting noised as the climax hit her.
The tormentors prolonged their attack causing the climax to be
long and continuous for several seconds. Penny finally went
limp, exhausted, and the torment stopped. She heard the water
swish as the people left her alone in the tub. Then came the
roar. Penny tensed as she realized that the jets had been turned
on, and her spread pussy was right in front of one of the
outlets! The powerful spray of water hit her right on the clit,
and swept down to her gaping cunt and asshole. Penny struggled
vigorously to escape the swirling torment, but could not
appreciably change her position. The water jet caused Penny to
climax again, and again, and again. The remaining hour in the
hot tub seemed to be an eternity before Barry finally turned off
the jets and led her back to the room to be dressed for the
remainder of the day's activities. Penny could scarcely walk.

Back in the room and after lunch, Barry "dressed" Penny in
her costume for the day. First, a tight large elastic band was
placed around her torso just under her breasts. Another was
placed just above her breasts. Similar bands were placed on
either side of both breasts, causing them to be tightly squeezed
between the constrictions. Barry observed how her tits stood out
even more proudly than usual, and how they had taken on a
slightly purplish color. They would soon engorge nicely, and
become supersensitive.
The "bottom" consisted of a type of elastic thong, with a
wide waist band with two bands snapped to it which were to go
through the crotch. Penny stepped in, and Barry tightened it up.
Barry commanded Penny to lie back on the bed with her legs up and
widely separated while he adjusted the crotch bands. Penny found
the position both embarrassing and exciting, especially since she
was forced to assume the position in front of their open window
in full view of the other Masters and slaves assembling on the
beach outside. Barry adjusted the crotch pieces so that a band
was placed on either side of her pussy and asshole. The crotch
bands were crossed in front before snapping to the waist band, so
that her now supersensitive pussy was squeezed tightly in a
similar fashion as her tits. The bands caused her outer pussy
lips to protrude widen even more obscenely, and forced her clit
and inner pussy lips to extend beyond their hiding place and
become prominently visible. Barry thought it might be
interesting as she walked. The friction would be maddening to
her.
"Today will be rubber band day," Barry told her. "The
significance of that will become more clear as we proceed."
Her hands were promptly cuffed behind her back again. Penny
looked at her form in the mirror, and realized how seductive she
looked. To be made to prance around in such a predicament would
be irresistible to most males. She knew that is precisely what
Barry intended. Barry picked up a small sack and reached for the
leash.

Penny was unceremoniously led out to the beach in her rubber
band "bikini." She was an instant hit with both Masters and
slaves. She was forced to parade up and down the beach for
awhile, and Barry allowed those Masters and slaves who asked
permission to touch, pinch, rub, swat, and otherwise manipulate
Penny anywhere they wished as she walked. As she was being used,
she looked around. Everyone was nude. Many Masters and slaves
were simply sunning, but many were also in various stages of
sexual activity, mostly in the water. She was soon very excited
and panting.
Barry led her over to one of the many large shade trees
lining the water's edge. She knew he would bind her to the tree,
but just how came as a surprise! He uncuffed her hands and tied
them to the trunk of the tree about waist level, and tied her
right ankle to one of the protruding roots about five feet away
from the trunk, so that Penny had to bend over to reach the
trunk. The resulting stretch on her tightly bound tits was
increasingly uncomfortable. Barry then reached up and pulled
down a small branch which exited the trunk at about the five foot
level and angled slightly upwards as it extended outward. As one
of the slaves held the branch, Barry tied Penny's other ankle to
the branch. As the slave slowly released the branch, Penny's
legs were stretched widely apart, the right ankle bound to the
root, and the other pulled upward by the branch, so that she
resembled a "Y" lying on its side with her pussy forming the
center of the arms of the "Y." The position caused her to reach
for the trunk sideways, rather than facing the ground, and she
blushed to think of the presentation of her shaved pubic area to
the bathers in the water.
"Masters, gather around!" Barry reached into the sack and
pulled out several black rubber pieces about 1/2" wide and about
6" long. These he passed out to the gathered Masters.
"I have told our slave-in-training that today is 'rubber
band day.' Now, in addition to her 'bikini,' she is about to
realize just what that means. Anywhere on her body is fair game,
except the head and neck. You may fire at will."
Penny could only watch with dread as the group of Masters
surrounded her tightly strung nudity. She tried desperately to
bring her knees closer together to diminish the target of her
cunt, but she could not. The first sting hit her swollen right
tit. The second the left. Penny let out a gasp with each
strike. She did not scream. The next stings hit her back and
buttocks, the next few hit the backs of her legs and belly. Then
the blows came in an unpredictable fashion. The ones on her tits
and belly were worse because she could see them coming, but could
do nothing to prevent them. Nipples, undersides of breasts,
ribs, backs and insides of legs, buttocks, and back--nothing was
spared, save her cunt. More Masters gathered around, mostly at
the foot of the "Y," looking directly into her splayed cunt. It
was almost as if they were waiting for a signal from Barry.
Penny moaned and gasped with the stings, but still had not
screamed. Barry stood just in front of Penny, watching her
reactions to the flailing rubber bands. With horror, she saw him
look at the Masters gathered around the bottom half of her naked
body and slowly nod and smile widely. The first sting on her
bald cunt hit her left swollen pussy lip, the next her right.
The third hit her between asshole and cunt. The fourth hit her
directly on her protruding clit! Penny screamed. The stings
continued uninterrupted from all directions and now, at all
points of her body. Even the sole of her left foot was not
spared. Penny's screams continued for several minutes.
Suddenly, another type of scream was heard, and everyone
looked toward the water. Jim suddenly grabbed Nancy and pulled
her toward the shore. The Masters stopped Penny's torment, and
looked at the Jim and his stumbling slave as they came up on the
beach. He threw Nancy on the ground.
"Damn, she scraped my cock with her teeth. I've told her
and told her to be careful, but she still does that occasionally.
It's like she wants to be punished. Well, so be it. Hold her!"
Penny was thankful for the diversion. It allowed her to
recover a bit, although she knew that she was far from having her
torment ended for the day.
Jim had the others place Nancy on her back and tied one foot
to the same tree as Penny, and the other foot to the same root
extending out toward the water. Her hands were bound over her
head to an adjacent tree trunk. Nancy was also in a "Y,"
although it was far more conventional that Penny's.
Jim reached into his beach bag, took out rubber gloves, and
returned to the water. A few minutes later, he came back to his
slave holding something in one gloved hand.
"Look into my bag and find the gag. Gag her!"
One of the Masters did as Jim asked. The gag was a penis
gag with a large foam pad surrounding her mouth. The Master
buckled it tight behind her head. It would be very effective in
muffling even the loudest screams. Penny didn't know what Jim
had in mind, but she knew it wouldn't be pleasant. She was
supposed to give pleasure, but she had hurt, AGAIN. This time
she knew he meant to teach her a lesson. Her eyes pleaded, but
were unheard. She struggled, and grunted, but could only lie
there and wait for Jim to show what he had in mind.
His hand opened, and he held a jellyfish! With the other
hand, he plucked one of the long tentacles off the jellyfish, and
laid the jellyfish on the beach well out of the area so nobody
would accidentally step on it. He approached Nancy with the
tentacle, and her eyes widened in terror. Jim dangled the
tentacle over Nancy's left breast, and allowed the tip to graze
along the side. Nancy screamed silently into the gag as the fire
hit her left tit and increased in intensity. Then the side of
the right breast, along her ribs and belly, and down the insides
of each leg. Nancy struggled fiercely, and made maddening mewing
sounds in the gag, but could not stop the excruciating pain.
"That was only the tip of the tentacle placed on rather
insensitive areas. Imagine how it would feel if the area was
more sensitive, or if the tentacle were held in place!"
Nancy's eyes widened anew, and the struggles intensified
again, uselessly. She knew what was coming, and she was helpless
to prevent it. Jim reached into his bag again and drew out a
bottle of meat tenderizer. Mixing it with water, he made a paste
which he spread over the areas of torment, and the pain
immediately subsided as the papain in the tenderizer neutralized
the chemical irritant from the tentacle. Although thankful for
the relief, she knew that this was only the calm before the
renewed storm.
Jim dangled the tentacle once again over the right breast.
This time, he allowed the tentacle to hit the center of the
nipple, and slackened the tentacle so that it encircled the
nipple as it lowered down on the breast. It seemed to stick to
Nancy's tit as she struggled, but it did not dislodge. Another
tentacle, another nipple. Finally, through her painful haze,
Nancy saw a THIRD tentacle, and she knew where it would go!! She
saw Jim kneel between her outstretched legs, slowly lowering the
tentacle!! As the tentacle was lowered, her world exploded into
a mass of pain!! The tentacle was layered into her widely spread
slit, with the final bit of tentacle allowed to finally come into
direct contact with, and then encircle, her clit! Nancy's
protestations were so massive, that her screams were clearly
audible through her gag. Nancy passed out, and was quickly
revived with water, only to be hit again with the massive pain in
her tits and cunt.
"Learned your lesson, love?" asked Jim. Nancy nodded
vigorously. Jim removed the tentacles, and smeared the sensitive
areas with the paste, and the pain was dramatically lessened, but
not gone. "I believe I will allow you to remain in this position
with some residual discomfort to reflect on your deeds and the
lesson learned. Besides, it is an advantageous view for you
while we resume our training session with Penny."

Once again, the "banding" of Penny was about to resume.
Barry had an idea.
"Gentlemen, let's increase the discomfort factor a bit."
Penny's eyes looked at him pleadingly. How much more could she
take? Barry went over to the wall of the building and pulled off
a few leaves. "They call these Jamaican nettles." Penny
struggled again, knowing full well where they would go. From the
sack, Barry extracted a metal gynecologist's speculum. Penny
realized her cunt was dripping, and lubrication would be quite
unnecessary. Barry rubbed the nettles into the helpless slit and
across the clit and asshole. The stinging itch was almost
immediately unbearable, and began to increase from there! Then
Penny felt the cold steel of the speculum enter her cunt and
spread it widely open! Everyone at the foot of her "Y" could
look directly up her cunny walls to her cervix. Barry rolled up
the nettles and stuffed them into the speculum, withdrawing it
almost in one motion. She was stuffed with the stinging,
burning, itching wicked things. She could only endure.
"Gentlemen, we may now continue."
The banding resumed. Penny was in doubled torture. Her
cunt was being gnawed away by the nettles, and she felt that her
flesh, including the flesh of her pussy, was being flayed by the
bands. Masters would tire and be replaced by others. She was
allowed short respites, but Penny screamed most of the remaining
afternoon. Sometime during her torture, she wasn't sure just
when, Nancy was released and led inside by Jim for some continued
entertainment.
Finally, the nettles were removed and Penny was taken down
to be led back to the room. Barry treated her nettle stings and
allowed her to bathe, shave her legs, and perform other assorted
toilet duties. She looked in the mirror, and, to her amazement,
saw a beautiful body totally unmarked!! In fact, she felt
wonderful! It was a good thing, because she knew the evening's
entertainment was yet to come!

As usual, Penny ate early, and was led naked, collared, and
cuffed to the pavilion. She was quite used to being presented
nude now, and did nothing to try to hide her private parts from
the gaze of the assembled Masters and slaves. She assumed her
kneeling and spread position on the table and was blindfolded as
the evenings before. During dinner, the Masters were free to
explore her every nook and cranny as they desired. Soon, Penny
was taken down from the table and led behind the curtain on
stage.
The club manager began the evening's entertainment, "Good
evening again guests. Let me introduce Barry again to you for
the continued education and training of the slave Penny."
The audience applauded as Barry came out dressed, as usual,
in a leather loin pouch and sandals.
"Let the training continue!"
The curtain opened, and Penny was wheeled down the ramp and
onto the dance floor. Her still naked body was encased in a
clear plastic box, the top of which came up just beneath the
armpits. Her arms were strapped widely apart to the top of the
box. She was neither gagged nor blindfolded. Her ankles were
chained widely apart to the bottom corners of the box. There was
no slack in the ankle chains. The hole through which she was
inserted into the box was lined with a thick foam rubber gasket
which fit snugly between her and the top of the box. Penny could
hardly move, except for the ability to wiggle her hips obscenely
and bend her knees to give the audience a better view of her
spread labia and cunt. There was a smaller box, about 12" X 12"
attached to the right side of the larger box. Although Penny
could not see it, there was a target and a "bull's eye" painted
on the front of the smaller box, and a small trap door between
the smaller and larger boxes.
Barry continued, "Our slave-in-training, Penny, has learned
to endure and derive pleasure from many different stimulations
and situations. She has endured the indignity of public exposure
of her most private body parts and has been made to exhibit them
in the most obscene manners possible. She has endured near
suffocation and simultaneous sexual stimulation. She has endured
sexual torment by seen and unseen strangers. She has endured a
banding, tickling, waxing, icing, and many other torments, and is
beginning to learn how to appreciate being a slave. Tonight, we
explore another facet of humiliation and indignity--psychological
torment. There will be no pain, no sexual torment, nothing like
what you have experienced so far. You will soon learn what I
mean. May I have a Master volunteer from the audience to throw
out the first ball?" Barry drew a chalk line on the floor about
twenty feet from the box. Penny noticed for the first time that
Barry tossed a baseball in his hands.
A Master stepped forward. "Used to play semi-pro baseball.
I bet I can hit the target." He missed the entire box. Penny
wasn't sure why, but she felt she should be thankful.
Another stepped forward, threw the ball, and hit the target
dead center. The trap door opened with a "clang." The noise
caught Penny's attention and she looked down. Slowly, they began
to come out one by one. Banana spiders!! After about five
seconds, the door snapped shut again, but three spiders were
loose in the box with Penny's nude bound body!
"Tonight we will learn to tolerate those things we fear
most. In Penny's case, it is spiders. She is terrified of them.
People are funny--some hate snakes, some beetles, others spiders.
Every time the target is hit, the door will open for another five
seconds, and more spiders will be set free. They like to roam,
especially wet places. You will note that Penny can only wiggle.
She can't get away from them, and she can't move to kill them.
Not even with her feet. Of course, they are harmless, except for
the way they must feel crawling around Penny's skin, and
investigating the wet places."

Penny was not embarrassed, she was terrified. She began to
sweat profusely, and plead. "PPPLLLLLLEEEAAAASSEE!!! NOT THIS!!
Please, MASTER, PLLLLEEEAAAASSSE!!! AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!! GET
THEM OFF!! GET THEM OFF!!! NOOOOWWWWW!!!" Penny was nearly
convulsing within the confines of her box. The writhing and
thrusting of her hips was as obscene a show as anyone had ever
seen! The spiders began crawling up her legs.
"Next pitcher?"
Another Master arose to take his turn, and again hit the
target dead center. Another five seconds, another few spiders.
After about thirty minutes there were a good fifteen spiders in
the box with Penny, and she continued to scream and gyrate
violently in an unsuccessful effort to shake them off. Her
strapped fists were clenched tight, and were pounding fiercely on
the top of the box within the narrow slack of the tethers.
Because she was wet all over, the only place the spiders seemed
to congregate was on Penny. None were on the floor or sides of
the box. They were all on Penny!! The spiders were up her legs,
crawling around her breasts, and up her back! They were
beginning to invade the crack of her ass! Then she felt it!! At
least one began to nuzzle her gaping pussy!! They did, after
all, like the wet places. Although she was wet all over, some
places are just special, I guess. Penny's screams and gyrations
took on an entirely new fever pitch when she felt the spider
invade her vaginal opening. It didn't stay long. Too confining,
I guess. But it wasn't the only invader for the evening. After
an hour, twenty-five spiders were loose, and Penny had not
stopped screaming, struggling obscenely, and sweating profusely.
Each time a new pitcher came to the "plate," she pleaded all over
again for him to not throw the ball. He did, and more spiders
were loose if he hit the target. Fortunately, not all the
pitchers hit the bull's eye, but many did. Penny's torment was
more excruciating than any public indignation or pain she had
tolerated. This was FEAR! This was uncontrollable PANIC!! She
had to ESCAPE!! But she could not! She was deathly afraid, but
she was also beginning to notice the rising buzz in her crotch as
the spiders continued to find, and then leave, her most wet
place.
After about an hour and a half, Barry stopped the show.
Penny's ankles were released by Barry's flipping a switch on each
lower side of the box. The top of the box, including Penny, was
then hoisted up by chains attached to hooks holding Penny's arms.
Penny, spiders and all, was dangling from the box top. The box
was removed, and the spiders were picked from Penny's body and
replaced in the smaller box to be turned loose in the wild.
Penny was lowered to the ground, unfastened, and the box top was
removed from her body. Her hands were cuffed behind her. Then,
as she started to be led from the room, she fainted. Barry
caught her, and had to carry her back to the room where she slept
through the night.

----------------------------Continued in Part VIII

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