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Part 23
They remained motionless and silent for a long time, captor and captive together.
Sophie was now totally exhausted. She had been raped in her pussy and bottom and she ached like she had never ached before. Her head hung in shame and exhaustion.
Nathan stood up and reached out with his large hand to stroke her face. Sophie feared the worst but he only brushed her cheek softly and then left the room in a hurry.
He had not returned and now here she was, alone again. Nathan’s thick residual sperm had settled in streaked globs on the tops of her thighs. What would he do next, how would she react, would he ever come back?
Sophie ached insufferably now and she so badly needed to pee.
“Help!” she shouted reservedly in a barely audible whisper. She needed him back so that she could release the ache in her arms and body. Sophie had no idea what would happen if her bonds were ever removed but she knew that she was going nowhere as long as she was chained up.
She could not tell how long he had been gone but it seemed like hours. She tried to count as the seconds ticked by but the strain on her poor arms soon disturbed her concentration.
Sophie stood alone in the dark cell. She could hardly believe what had happened and, as the air became a little chilly, she trembled with shame and embarrassment. Her stomach filled with anxiety as she thought of the way she had been humiliated. Her nervousness increased when she reflected upon what might lay ahead.
Fleetingly, and for the first time, Sophie thought that she might never see her friends and parents again. If only she had phoned her mom just one last time. This thought caused tears to well up in her eyes and she hung her head. Then shaking her long wild, dark hair she cast the thoughts away. She flicked with her tongue at the lip piercing. It felt strange as did her nipple rings, which made her breasts feel surprisingly heavy for such small pieces of steel.
Sophie shuddered with fearful anticipation when she heard the door open and then she saw the thin beam of light illuminate her prison. He had returned and once more the poor, tortured girl felt the fear rise in her stomach.
Although her head was downcast, she knew his eyes would be scrutinising her every curve.
Then he was beside her.
He ran his hand over her naked flesh, and massaged it slowly. Her hips moved reluctantly yet sensuously under his touch. He bent down and kissed her quivering skin, his tongue was a warm surprise on her tired body, and she sighed with reluctant pleasure. Slowly, tenderly, he stroked his hand along her slit, quickly making his captive slut so wet, yet again, that her creamy juices dripped onto his hand.
Then, kneeling, he buried his face between her spread thighs and drew his tongue up her wet pussy lips and over her outer labia—stopping to suck on her full lips. He loved the taste of pussy, especially her pussy – Sophie’s pussy. Sophie was rocking her hips backward, trying to fight the feeling but inevitably seeking more of his mouth. He plunged his tongue deeper inside of her moist slit, lapping at her inner lips while she ground her pussy against his face. She was so very moist.
He spent long moments just licking and sucking, and Sophie moaned and humped his face, trying to get more of that wonderful tongue. He could feel her heat and he slid his hand up and over her writhing body.
He flicked his tongue at her stiffened clitoris, and when he had the hood teased back, he pulled it between his lips and sucked. He heard the long, quivering groan as Sophie rocked and bucked beneath his talented mouth. He toyed with her, determined that he would humiliate her as much as possible.
When his tongue flicked harder, her muscles tensed and he felt the release of juice on his mouth and over his chin.
“Oh . . . Please, Nath ... Master!” Her voice was strained as her whole body shook and trembled – she was almost there.
“Nathaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan I’m gonna cummmmmmmmm!!!”
Poor, chained Sophie cried out as Nathan moved his face away from her soaking wet slit leaving her trembling with lust and on the edge of an enormous orgasm. She stared down at her ‘boyfriend’ as he smiled up at her, every sinew of her body trying to hold the climax in so as not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her writhe for his pleasure. But she really was surfing a cum wave right now and so when Nathan smiled back at her and flicked his fingers deftly over her blood filled clit it was too much. He laughed and stepped back as his bound captive thrust out her groin seeking something to hump against and the orgasm spilled over.
“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!” Sophie yelled, knowing no other way to release her feelings. She knew her predicament was scary and humiliating and she had no idea what lie in store for her, but she could not stop her juices from coming. So wet was she that the liquid spilled down her thighs, almost squirting out, but not quite. Nathan stroked his renewed hard on as he watched her performance.
Sophie hung in shame and exhaustion, her juices dripping down her slit and onto her thighs. She hardly saw Nathan as he approached her again, but she felt him as he twisted his hand in her hair and roughly pulled her head back and kissed her newly pierced mouth hard.
“Ouch, please Master!”
“Please what slave?”
“Please Master, I want to pee.” Sophie now felt a desperate need to relieve herself.
“Go on then!”
What! He wanted her to pee on the floor in front of him whilst she was chained to the ceiling. He must be kidding. But she watched dismayed as Nathan placed a black towel on the floor between her legs.
“You’re gonna piss for me, on that towel and when you do I’m then gonna wrap that towel round your head so you can smell and taste your own piss, my little slut.”
Sophie could not believe what she was hearing. But then her mind was distracted as Nathan produced a cut throat razor and held it to her face.
“Go on cunt, piss for me.”
“No, please Nathan, no.”
“It’s Master, cunt, don’t forget.”
Sophie screamed as the blade touched her cheek and began to scrape against her skin. She held her breath as her passed the razor over her neck, pausing at her throat and then down onto her breasts and across her nipples, flicking at the erect buds. Sophie was certain that he was about to cut her and could feel the increased pressure in her bladder.
“Don’t …” She whispered. But he continued to run the blade over her smooth skin down, down and between her legs. Sophie wanted to squeeze her thighs together but he warned her not to. So, scared as to what he might do, she held her legs wide open allowing the blade to flick across her still wet pussy lips. He began to shave away the few remnants of pussy hair from her earlier shaving.
Against her will Sophie moaned, and then she went rigid as he flicked the blade sharply across her pussy. He must have cut her! She screamed and then her bladder gave way. Now she did squeeze her thighs together but Sophie could not stop stream after stream of piss pouring out of her body, down her thighs and onto the black towel. She cried out in despair as her bladder emptied, her feelings of release tempered by the reality of what she was doing.
“Filthy slut,” Nathan laughed as the stream slowed down to a trickle. Sophie glanced down to the place between her thighs but could see no sign of a cut. All she could see was a soaking wet towel. She watched as Nathan, wearing gloves, picked the towel up. The smell of urine, her own piss, filled her nostrils.
“Pl … please, don’t.” Sophie pleaded just before her world went black and her whole head was covered by the towel which was in turn tied with rope around her neck just above her collar. She screamed but succeeded only in filling her mouth with piss and she almost puked. She could see absolutely nothing. Sophie was terrified. She could feel a panic attack coming on but knew that she must have the presence of mind to fight it. Then she felt her wrists being released form the chains.
Sophie groaned under the towel and fell to the floor in an aching, bruised and sore heap.
“Get up!” Sophie heard the command and felt the stinging lash of what felt like a cane, at the same time. She squealed and struggled to her feet. The feeling in her arms was slowly returning as the blood began to flow agonizingly and normally through her veins once more.
“Walk, cunt!”
Sophie could not believe how horrible in the extreme Nathan was being to her. She could in no way recognise him as her boyfriend. Another stinging blow to her ass made Sophie walk as instructed. But where was she going? She was effectively blindfold, and then she, almost inevitably, stumbled. As soon as she fell Nathan immediately shouted for her to get up again and rained blows from the cane onto her body not caring where he struck. Although such an onslaught made it difficult for Sophie she somehow managed to get to her feet and felt herself being shepherded out of the cell and back onto the corridor. All the time her ass and back was being caned – this was a new, almost unbearable, agony.
“Keep going, cunt,” Nathan ordered.
Onwards down the corridor and out through the door Sophie’s naked, beaten body was guided until Nathan called her to a halt.
Sophie felt herself pushed forward and although she couldn’t see at all she knew that she was being pushed into the back of a van, maybe the same one in which she had first arrived all those hours ago. She had briefly felt the chill of the cold night air against her bare flesh as she left the Vault.
“Kneel slut,” came the order. By now Sophie was nearly sick from the urine soaked towel around her head and her will had been completely taken from her. She knelt obligingly, and felt her head pushed down. She was in a small cage! A cage just like a pet, she could feel the metal bars.
Then Sophie felt her head taken and her collar, which was still accessible under the towel, was pulled. She could not see exactly what had happened but her head had become effectively immobile. In fact her collar had been clipped securely to a short chain at the side of the cage.
“Mmmm, lovely,” she heard Nathan mocking her. “Now for the best part.”
Sophie mewed as she felt her used ass taken in his hands and her cheeks prised apart. She felt something hard and rubbery touch her bottom and then she yelped as a large black dildo was forced into the gap between her ass cheeks. Her mews turned into groans as, with no other lubrication other than Nathan sperm, she was filled with many inches of thick, penetrating dildo.
Secured by the neck and impaled on the dildo in her ass, Sophie could hardly move. She had been pierced through the lip and tongue and both of her nipples, and now she sported rings and studs. How she would ever explain any of this to her parents and friends was the least of her worries. To make her situation worse Nathan took her arms, her aching arms, and bent them up her back and fastened manacles around her wrists before chaining them to the top bars of her small cage. It was such a painful position, that if Sophie had not been able to rest her forehead against the bars near her head to take some of her weight, she would undoubtedly have dislocated her shoulders. She was an animal pure and simple. Used, chained, humiliated and impaled. The dildo bit deep into her ass as Sophie heard Nathan call to the driver and felt the van set off.
Part 24
Ev was lost in time. Pain and pleasure had mingled to become a single sensation. There was no down time, since she was already anticipating the next surge of pain or pleasure before it actually came. After such a long time, she could no longer tell the difference between shocking electricity or stimulating vibration. She was awash in her helplessness and imagination.
Tarl had not been idle while Ev was immersed in emotional and physical oblivion. He had called Janet to update her. She had already been to Ev’s place, collected all the clothes that were not revealing enough, got the necessary sizes for various things she needed to purchase, and was just arriving back at her own apartment. Tarl described how Ev was now bondaged, and Janet felt her own pussy begin to juice. Had Tarl not lived quite so far away, she would have driven over, but decided that since it had been a long day, she would head home and get some sleep.
It was well after 2 a.m. when Tarl returned to see what his bondage had wrought. At first, he was not sure if she was asleep, unconscious, or simply lost somewhere in between. He watched her body jerk several times and noticed the distinct and powerful odor of her copious juicing. When he turned off the machine, there was no reaction from Ev, just the slight moans of anticipation as her internal clock expected the next surge of pain/pleasure.
Her first obvious reaction to his presence was when he pulled the sticky TENS pads from her pussy and thighs. Ev made a slight yelp with each. Then he unclipped the butterfly, now slick with her juices. He released her legs first and they flopped lifelessly to the floor. Then her ponytail and wrists were separated and her head lolled forward. She was totally exhausted and he knew that she would need some sleep before continuing her training and enslavement.
He left on the blindfold, but removed the gag. She brought her lips together, then moved her jaw around and around. She said nothing. “Would you like me to take your virginity, slave?” She just shook her head and quietly said, “No, Master, please no.”
“Someday you will beg for me to fuck your pussy, this I guarantee, slut.”
Helping her to her feet, he said, “Get up, slave. Time for some much needed and much deserved sleep.” She moaned as she struggled to her feet and he guided her to the bathroom, ordering her to pee. Still in total darkness, she did not even think of the humiliation of being watched as she urinated, and how he dabbed her slit with toilet paper when she finished. Somehow, it seemed almost loving and tender and she whimpered quietly.
Tarl momentarily thought of caging her for the night, but decided that unless she got some quality sleep, such an act would have negative long term effects. He used her wrist and ankles cuffs to spread eagle her on the bed. The room was warm enough that no sheet or blanket was needed.
“Sleep well, slave.” He left the room
Ev lay there, lost in time and lost in despair. She knew it was well after midnight. By now she should have been home in her own bed. Instead, she was helplessly chained to a bed, exhausted from hours of pain and pleasure, so tired, so frightened, and so helpless. Her jaws ached, the lip and tongue rings a constant reminder of the horrors of the evening. Why or why had she spoken without permission? She vowed to never let that happen again.
She thought about her pussy, so abused by the clips, then the electrical shocks and vibrator. Shackled as she was, there was nothing she could do to relieve the burning sensation and itch. And she was still a virgin! She was certain from the moment of her kidnapping that she would lose it that night. Finally, she drifted off to sleep.
She jerked in her bondage and screamed when she was awakened by a loud hum and powerful vibration to her pussy. Tarl held an eroscillator directly against her clit, watching his slave twist and agonize. He had the setting well past the midway point, intending to once again bring Ev to the edge. He watched as she seemed to push herself against the vibrator, arching her back in need and desire, yet begging him to stop. He stopped long enough to shove a ball gag into her mouth.
He had awakened about 8, figuring that was more than enough sleep for the day ahead. When he arrived at Ev’s room, he quietly entered and carrying the high-powered vibrator, immediately went to work on his captive. Just when she neared a point of no return, he pulled the vib away and pinched her left tit with his free hand. His pinch was meant to give pain, though it took a moment for Ev to register what was happening. She had been so close to cumming, then suddenly she felt her titty being molested, and now it truly hurt. Once again, she twisted and arched, but there was nothing she could do to stop the agony.
As quickly as the pain began, it ended, and her pussy was once again assaulted by the vibrator. For the next 10 minutes, Tarl alternated between pleasure and pain, training his slave to equate the two and to find pleasure in the two extremes.
Satisfied that Ev was totally confused and unable to distinguish between the two sensations, Tarl stopped and freed his slave from the bed and also removed the mask.
“Beg me to fuck you, slave.”
Ev just shook her head, “No, Master, please no.”
“Does my slave need to use the toilet?” he inquired. Ev nodded her head, her almond eyes blinking in the transition from dark to light. “Yes, Master, your slave needs to pee.”
“Stand, and present yourself to your Master, slave.” Ev rose, but was not sure what to do after that. “Spread your legs, lock your fingers behind your neck, thrust out your pitiful breasts, and arch your back.” Ev promptly did as she was instructed, wanting no further punishment. He walked around her and suddenly reached around and hooked two fingers into her pussy, jerking upward. She squealed and her hands left her neck and naturally went to protect her assaulted cunt.
Tarl was ready for just that. He pulled her backward by the collar, and Ev lost her balance. With little effort, he sat on her bed and pulled her over his knees. One hand held her collar and the other began to wale slap after slap to her exposed ass. The sound of the spanking and her gagged pleas echoed in the room. After 15 spanks, he stopped and ominously brought his mouth up to her ears.
“When I order you to present yourself, when I order you to any position, you will not break that position, no matter what happens. You have no pussy to protect. I own your pussy. If you cannot accept that, I can always tattoo my name on your cunt lips. Is that what you want, slut?”
Ev shook her head and groaned into her gag. Tattoo her labia lips. How could he even threaten such an act!
“Then stand and present yourself and do not break position.” He released her and she stood to her feet and took position. She bit hard into the ball, anticipating his attack. Once again, he walked around to her back, this time reaching around and teasing her tits, kneading them into hard bullets, and then suddenly plunged a finger into her cunt. She bent slightly at the waist, but did not release her hands, having locked a finger from each hand to her collar. She whimpered into her gag, but held tight. Satisfied, he released her cunt. “Better. You smell like a whore, your hair is a mess, and you need to shave. Get down on all fours, slave.”
When she obeyed, he leashed her and pulled her towards the bathroom. They passed the toilet, which she really needed to use, and he pulled back a curtain to a large, walk-in shower. The tile was cold to her palms and knees, but she dared not pause. He hooked her leash to the faucet. “Hold position, slut. Do not move!”
Tarl reached up and taking the end of the shower hose, pulled her ass wide open and slowly, almost tenderly began to shove the nozzle into her ass. She screamed and tried to walk ahead, but he stopped her with a word. “Stop! Do not move, I said.”
It was the hardest thing she had ever done in her life. She twisted her body somewhat, but did not move. She felt her stomach begin to fill. She knew what was happening, knew that he was giving her an enema, but the water was so cold she was beginning to cramp. She thought she would burst, when suddenly the water flow stopped. He left the nozzle in her rectum. “Every day you will be given an enema. I want you clean inside and out.” He reached down and took out her gag. She said nothing. With her ass filled to capacity, he reached up to a dispenser and filled his hands, shampooing her hair as she remained on all fours. Then his hands spread soap all over her body, ever crevice, every part of her open to his soapy massage. Of course, he took special care for her breasts and pussy, and she mewed softly.
Finally he finished soaping down is slut. “Turn away from me and when I remove the nozzle, I expect you to continue to hold the water in your ass.” He slowly twisted the nozzle from her rectum and she groaned. After several agonizing moments, he gave her permission to expel the putrid fluid. As she did, he hosed her down and washed the filth down the central drain in the floor. The flow of cool water hit her like an ocean wave. Her teeth chattered, but she did not cry out as the water blasted her naked body.
Pleased that she had not cried out or fled the icy deluge, he turned off the water, lifted the leash from the faucet, and pulled her from the shower. He took a towel and roughly but thoroughly dried her. Tarl walked Ev from the bathroom to the main room, bringing her over to a rather large mirror. “Nadu, slave.” Ev quickly went to this position, knees spread widely, back straight, as Tarl reached for a hair brush. “Work on your hair. Here is a brush and hair dryer.” He handed her both items, then as she began to brush her hair he reached down to remove her hoop earrings.
“These fuck-me hoops look good on you, slave, but they are not quite what I had in mind.” He had reached into a drawer and brought out two other hoops, but hanging from each were the dangling letters SLUT. She had stopped brushing, and was just staring in the mirror. The hoop did not penetrate the ear, but was attached to a stud. As he prepared to clip the back of the stud, he reached in the drawer and pulled out a tube of glue. “These won’t be coming off for a long time, slut.”
Ev’s eyes began to tear up, and she resumed her brushing. There was nothing she could do to stop the humiliation. Tongue and lip ring and now these blatant earrings to announce what he wanted her to be. Her sobs deepened and he smiled at her in the mirror.
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