by Linnea May
I turn my head to him, scanning his buff physique until my eyes stray to and linger on his crotch. He's hard, it's clearly visible, but with me strapped on the stretching bank like this, there's no way for him to fuck me. I wonder what he‘s planning to do.
Is he going to hurt me?
"You look scared," he comments, stepping closer and leaning over me so that his face is close to mine. His short hair is ruffled and unkempt, giving him a boyish look. The small dimple that appears on his cheek when he casts me a dark smile warms my heart in a bewildering way.
"I am scared," I whisper, fixating on his black eyes. It's not a lie. I'm not sure what to believe, and every time I allow myself to believe his words, my heart almost bursts out of my chest.
"Maybe you should be, pretty toy."
His voice is so low that his words are barely audible, but they are spoken with such fervor that they make my flesh crawl.
I jerk up in my restraints when he touches me. His hand outlines the round contours of my breasts, before he cups the left one with a hearty squeeze. I mewl in sweet agony.
"These are very pretty," he praises. "Good job."
"Thank you," I reply, blushing involuntarily.
I gasp in surprise when he takes each of my nipples between two fingers and pinches, hard. The pain leaves a warm throbbing afterward, and I'm coiling in protest when he moves over to the other side to repeat the same motion. This time he squeezes even harder and I can't help but yelp in pain.
"I like that you're so sensitive," he says. "So many things I could do to you..."
My heart is racing when he turns away from me. I watch in suspense as he makes his way over to the glass cabinet. His movements are slow and precise, in clear contrast to my inner turmoil. He opens the cabinet and pauses for a moment, very aware that I'm watching him.
"Close your eyes," he says, without turning around to face me. "If I catch you looking at me, you're in bigger trouble than you can even imagine."
I swallow hard before obeying his command, turning my head to face the ceiling above me, inhaling a deep breath before closing my eyes.
I hear him rummaging, metal clinging against glass, chains, and muffled sounds of something else. It's now that panic takes over for the first time. I'm completely at his mercy, and I don't even know for sure who he is. What if he really is a kidnapper, a felon? What if this torture chamber is not for mere sexual pleasure but to actually torture me?
What if he's planning to gut me, or kill me?
I'm close to sobbing by the time he approaches the stretching bench. He places a few items next to my leg on the wooden plate. It takes all my strength to keep my eyes closed. I don't even open them when I feel his lips on mine again. Soft mewls accompany our kiss as I give in to him, eagerly parting my lips so my tongue can dance with his. I moan when he places his hand on my lower belly. He caresses my skin, moving his fingers in circles as he inches down to my center. My legs are partly spread because of the restraints, allowing for easy access as he parts my lips and slides a finger between them, gliding through my wetness.
"Naughty girl," he whispers. "Already dripping. Do you like having your nipples played with this much?"
Heat rushes to my face, and for a change, I'm glad to have my eyes closed, so I don't have to face his triumphant smile. My nipples have always been one of my most erogenous zones, and I love being teased there. However, I'm not sure how much pain I can handle.
"Open your eyes," he orders.
I oblige, and am met with his gorgeous face hovering directly above mine, while his hand is still playing with my slick core.
"Please don't hurt me," I plead. "Please don't cut me, or-"
"Hush," he hisses, placing his other index finger on my lips.
"You're mine," he reminds me. "I'll do with you whatever pleases me."
I whimper in fear, unable to stop the first tears from blurring my vision.
"And you know what? I'm going to make you come," he promises in a hoarse whisper. "A lot."
Really? That's his threat?
"And you'll thank me for every single orgasm I allow you to have," he adds. "Do you understand, toy?"
I nod. "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
He underlines his question for clarification with a pinch to my clit. I shriek in surprise and pain, and my arms yank against their restraints.
"Yes, master," I correct myself.
"Good girl."
He taps against my clit with his palm, sending another sharp spike of ache rushing through my core, before he retreats. I watch nervously as he picks up some of the toys he’s carried over from the cabinet. He’s holding two small clamps connected by a silver chain that rattles against the wood.
He doesn't say a word, but I squirm and mewl with fear when he leans over me, reaching for my left tit first, taking my nipple between two fingers and stretching it just enough so he can close the clamp around it.
The pain is bearable at first, very faint actually, but that's just because he doesn't fully let go of the clamp. When he unleashes the full force of that damn thing on my nub, I cry out in agony, the loudest I have since he brought me here. The pain is hot, fierce, almost blinding. I'm pretty sure the clamp isn't even set that tight, but I'm just so damn sensitive.
He leaves me little time to get used to the sensation, but proceeds to do the same thing on the other side. Another cry, and this time I'm wailing, too, as the first set of tears makes its way down my cheeks.
"No, please, stop, don't-"
"So fucking pretty," he interrupts my desperate pleas, and I can feel his hand on mine, gently patting me as if I was a little child. I squirm beneath him, my body convulsing in agony as I try to process the hot pain spreading throughout my breasts.
He just stands there, watching me with a dark smile on his face. Our eyes meet and his smile widens. Even through this torment, I have to admit that he's breathtakingly beautiful. This is not the face of a criminal; no, it can't be.
I gasp when he reaches down to his crotch, rubbing across the visible bulge.
"See what you're doing to me?" he says. "Such a pretty toy."
So that's his thing? Seeing me in pain gets him off?
Luckily, ache such as the one caused by the clamps has a tendency to recede after the body gets used to the tension. Soon, the pain no longer appears like a blinding light, overtaking all my other senses and leaving no room for pleasure. As the stinging turns into warm throbbing, I find myself breathing through not only the pain, but also the bliss that comes with it. The sensation trickles all the way down to my core, changing into something else, something new.
I groan passionately when he touches me there, his skillful hand finding my most sensitive spot within seconds.
"You're close, aren't you, toy?"
His observation is spoken as if I was some kind of experiment, his little lab rat.
Any maybe that's what I am.
"Yes," I hiss, biting my lower lip as my eyes find his.
He's still smiling, looking very pleased with himself - and with me.
"Good," he says. "I want you to come. But not without first asking for permission."
He's drawing circles around my clit, surpassing and teasing that one spot that makes me jerk with lust every time he touches and teases me.
"May I please come?" I ask, but it sounds more like begging.
"Not yet," he declares, withdrawing his hand with one swift motion.
I mewl with disappointment, my eyes following his hand with yearning. I didn't see what else he put next to me on the stretch bank because it's hard to lift my head enough to see, but I can tell now that one of the items is a pretty large glass dildo. It's quite beautiful actually, almost something one could display as a decoration. The main rod is clear, but it's dotted with blue pearls that cover most of its impressive length.
"Suck on it," he says, holding the tip of it up to my mouth. "Not that it is necessary, your cunt is dripping, but I want you to."
I don't hesitate, compliantly parting my lips so he can stuff the toy between them. I suck on it earnestly, imagining that it was his cock I was sucking on. I really wish it was, and I'm beginning to wonder if he'll ever let me taste him.
"Good girl," he says, removing the toy from between my lips. Saliva is dripping on my heaving breasts as he moves the glass dildo down to my core. I blush at the treacherously slick sounds that accompany his motions as he teases my pulsing center with the tip of the toy.
The groan that escapes my lips when he shoves the toy inside my channel is so loud that I'm almost embarrassed by it. But he leaves me no time to dwell on the thought, as he pushes further, stretches me with the glass toy until it's almost completely shoved inside me.
"This is how I want you to come," he announces. "I want you to come on this as if it was my cock. Show me what a good little slut you are."
I bite my lower lip to keep myself from screaming as he continues to fuck me with the dildo. The blue pearls massage my core, adding agitation to his movement. I hear the silver chain that connects the nipple clamps rattling between my breasts as I squirm in ecstasy. I don't know how, but he notices my climax almost before I do. I'm crying and clenching around the toy, overtaken by this violent rapture, a sea of delight, washing over me in feverish waves.
"What do you say?!"
His voice bursts through my luscious vertigo in a muffled echo. I try to give him an answer, but my voice is choked by another spasm of bliss, causing my body to shake uncontrollably, my limbs yanking at their restraints.
"Thank you!" I finally manage to blurt out. "Thank you, master!"
Chapter 14
Loran
I'm not done with her, but I can tell that she thinks I am. I watch as she comes down from her high, barely perceiving my presence as the last few waves roll over her.
She whines as if in pain when I retract the glass dildo from her pussy. I put it aside and place my palm on her wet core. She's clenching beneath my touch, still processing the aftermath of her climax and yearning again for the toy.
"Feeling empty?" I ask her.
She looks at me through hazy eyes, the green of her irises still shimmering with tears. Her lips are moving, but she doesn't say a single word.
"Don't worry," I tell her. "As long as you're with me, you'll always be filled."
Her eyes flicker with a hint of fear when I reach for the black plug that's lying next to her thigh. She shivers when I let it travel across her skin, trailing along the curves of her beautiful tits, drawing a circle around her belly button before I slowly move on to her mound. A faint moan accompanies my motions when I move further, wetting the tip at her slick entrance. She mewls in protest when I push it in, only the tip. I take my time, moving the plug back and forth, bathing it in her juices.
"You don't want this in your pussy, do you?" I ask her.
My toy blushes and creases her eyebrows, casting me a sullen look.
"I just came," she whispers, as if I didn't know that.
"So?" I retort. "That doesn't answer my question."
She inhales audibly. "No. I don't want this in my pussy."
She bites her lower lip and shyly lowers her eyes.
"Don't worry," I tell her in a calm voice. "I'm not going to wear you out just yet. The only thing that's going to make your pussy sore will be my cock."
She sighs in relief, but that relief is soon replaced by concern when she realizes what I'm about to do. I make sure that the tip of the plug is thoroughly wet before I move it further back, barely touching the sensitive skin between her two holes as I move along. She tenses up when I carefully prod her puckered entrance, but the tip of the plug still slides in easily, drenched in her juices.
"Relax, toy," I tell her, and to my surprise, she listens. She takes a deep breath, as if to prepare herself for a challenge. I guess in a way, she is. I place my hand on her still-swollen clit, only applying soft pressure to tease the overly sensitive area. She moans, and it's hard to tell whether I'm supposed to understand this as protest or consent.
Her demeanor changes when I push the plug in deeper, stretching her more and more with each shove. She's breathing heavily, her sexy naked body coiling in distress with every thrust as I get her used to the plug. It's not very big, only a training toy, but it widens at the base. Pushing it in completely will hurt more than actually having it inside.
"Do you like having your cute little ass stuffed, my toy?"
Her eyelashes flutter like the wings of a butterfly. Her lashes are dark and thick, even without the fake lashes she wore last night. She looks so much sweeter without all that extra goop on her face. It's a privilege to see her like this, naked and exposed, her true self bared only to my eyes. The only thing that's disrupting that image is the damn bleach in her hair. It's something that will have to be fixed in the near future.
"Answer me!" I snarl at her, shoving the plug inside her tightness with one brute thrust, until it's swallowed up completely, only the flanged end still showing.
She cries out in pain, her ample chest heaving under frantic breaths as she fights to accommodate the plug inside her sweet little hole.
"Yes, yes, I do!" she howls, groaning and squirming.
I smile and lean down over her face to meet her vibrant gaze. She stares up at me, shaken by violent breaths.
"You're going to come again," I tell her. "And again, and again - you'll come as often as I want you to, do you understand?"
She bites her lower lip and shakes her head. "I can't. I just-"
"Oh, yes, you can," I interrupt her. "You'll be surprised at how many times you can come, my little toy."
I know she's sensitive right now, the blood still rushing from her previous climax, but I choose to ignore that for now. Multiple orgasms are not a myth, and I will prove that to her.
I pick up the last item I've brought over to the table. It's a vibrator, comparably small in size, but very effective. It's based on a Hitachi magic wand, arguably the most reliable tool to make a woman come pretty much on command, but this one is smaller and runs on batteries, providing it with more mobility but less power than the real thing. It'll do for now, though, I'm sure.
I place my hand on her head, gently stroking her forehead with my thumb, while I hold her in place and press the vibrator against her sensitive clit. It's not switched on just yet, but her eyes widen in terror when she realizes what is about to happen.
"No, I ca-"
Her objections get cut off when I press the button, sending fierce vibrations jolting through her core while she struggles in her restraints. Just as expected, she tries to lift her head to see what I'm doing with her, but I hold her down, only increasing the pressure by adding to her restraints.
She shrieks and writhes beneath me, trying to get away from the harsh violation pressed against her entrance. But soon, the horror on her face is replaced by something else - astonishment, the realization that this is about to feel really good.
"Remember to thank me!" I remind her, my face still close to hers. "And look at me."
She groans, her voice a blend of tortured agony and bliss, when her body freezes, about to receive the first of many crests of delight.
"Th-th-thank y-y-you."
Her words are uttered with the utmost exertion.
I smile at her. "Good girl."
She's trembling, her body quickly switching between tension and relief as her second climax continues to rob her of her mind.
"S-s-stop," she pleads. "I'm... I'm do-"
"No, you're not!"
Instead of releasing the pressure on her center, I intensify it, knowing very well that I'm hurting her. She'll have to get past this, and she will. But for now, she's only capable of screaming and wailing in anguish, fighting me, fighting the toy, fighting the restraints that make it impossible for her to escape this torture.
"No! No! Nooo!"
She's bawling, drops of sweat mixing with tears on her delicate cheeks as she stares up at
me.
"Please, please, please stop!"
I smile at her, solemnly shaking my head.
"Who do you belong to?"
At first she only replies with a feverish moan, but I can see her battling for words.
"You," she breathes. "You, master."
"And will you come for your master?" I ask. "Will you come for me again?"
Another growl escapes her shivering lips, and instead of answering me, she's sobbing helplessly, her face contorting as the pain becomes almost too much to endure.
"Let it happen, my toy," I whisper, unsure whether she can even hear me in her state. "Come for your master."
She closes her eyes, and I let her, because I can tell that it relaxes her. Her groans of suffering turn into hearty moans of ecstasy, and her back arches, her body now leaning into the vibrations instead of trying to get away from them.
"Thank you!"
Even I am surprised at the intensity of her words, not only at the fact that she's already riding another high, but she also remembered to thank me for it, like a good girl.
I lean in to steal a kiss from her while she's flying, carried away by the tide, as sheer pleasure stirs her insides. Her lips are soft and hot, and they taste of salt. She barely reacts to my lips on hers, still taken in by her hard-earned peak, while I give her a peck before slowly trailing along her lower lip, tasting her pleasure.
"Look at me," I command her, but she doesn't react, keeping her eyes locked shut and her face distorted in a pained grimace.
"Look at your master, toy!"
Her eyes fly open within an instant, and her green eyes find mine. Her gaze is obscured, as if the girl behind those eyes is far, far away. It's one of the most beautiful sights, and I know it can only be topped by one thing: seeing her come again.
"You'll come again," I announce. "And this time, you'll keep your eyes on me the entire time."
She whines and shakes her head. "I ca-"
"You said that before, but you still could," I remind her. "You'll come again, and you'll look at me the entire time, do you understand?"