by Argus
Then came a new order, and she lay on her back, drawing her knees up and apart, chest rising and falling quickly as he went back to the closet. He returned with a dildo, and it's realistic shape gave her a hot shudder the instant she saw it. The intensity of the hunger within her rose several notches, and she almost reached for it, wanting it in her mouth.
He handed it to her, and she gripped it quickly, then pulled it to her mouth, sliding it over her tongue, sucking on it without even knowing why, really.
“Place that between your legs,” he said. “There's enough of an opening for it to enter your body. Use it to masturbate.”
The word was a jolt, despite her previous experience, and Hannah's eyes blinked as a flush came to her face. She flicked her eyes up at him hesitantly, and was rewarded by another short, sharp shock form the stick.
“Obey,” he said.
Swallowing anxiously, but with heat wafting through her mind, Hannah's trembling hands brought the dildo down between her legs. She gasped as she rubbed it up and down against her naked sex, then groaned as she slowly sank it into her body. Her other hand moved down, her fingers pressing against her clitoris, but the stick shocked her wrist away.
“No. You will not touch your body with your hands. You will use only this.”
Whimpering, she clutched the dildo and drove it into her body, groaning in pleasure and erotic delight as she felt it sliding down deep into her belly. She drew it back, then thrust it in again. She was embarrassed to be doing this while he watched, but that really didn't matter. Her other hand moved down and she clutched the thing in both, pumping faster, harder, grunting as she forced it deep, hitting the back wall of her sex.
Her clitoris felt like it was swollen and throbbing, but he had ordered her not to touch it, and so she got only the thrusting of the dildo into her body and the wild, swirling hunger which roused her to a fever pitch. Even so, she felt the orgasm beginning to approach, felt her movements becoming more frantic.
“Stop,” he said.
When she failed to stop at once the shock stick touched her wrist and she gasped in pain.
“Roll over, face down, bottom up,” he said calmly.
Moaning, Hannah obeyed, trembling slightly. She gasped as the thing rolled across the top of her sex, but it was not turned on. Nothing flowed from it.
“Now all fours. Crawl.”
Again and again he put her through the various positions, and then new ones. Each time she went into the 'face down' position, he would lightly brush the buzzing little round ball against her clitoris until she could hardly stand it. Every time she was on her back, knees up and apart, he had her thrust the dildo into herself again and again – hard, but stopped her before she could relieve herself of the intense heat gripping her mind and body.
Hanna was soon sweating and flustered, embarrassment long forgotten, throwing herself through the various positions quickly to avoid the snapping bite of the cane, her mind swimming in a thick, steamy stew of hunger, lust and desire.
He positioned her on her heels, then went back to the closet and came out with a large object. It reminded her something of a cat's scratch post. It had a heavy base, and then a rounded upright post, only this post was covered in some other material, something like leather, but not.
“Would you like to climax, slave?”
She jerked helplessly, and her eyes went to him, but he didn't shock her.
“When posed a question you are required to answer.”
“Y-Yes,” she gasped.
The ball came down and shocked her nipple. Hannah yelped and flinched back.
“You will append 'master', when responding to commends. Do you understand, slave?”
“Y-Yes, Master!” she gasped.
“Then answer the question.”
He slid the cane down between her and she felt the crackling buzzing electricity dancing along her overheated sex.
“Y-Y-Yes, Master!” she moaned, her voice breaking.
“Beg.”
Her glassy eyes rolled up, then she rose into the begging position.
“Now beg orally.”
Her confused look caused further information.
“Ask to be permitted to climax,” he said.
“Please... I-I – may I climax, Master?” she gasped.
“Again. More feeling.”
“Please may I climax, Master!?” she gasped, her hips flinching and jerking against the buzzing round ball.
“Again,”
“Please may I climax, Master?!”
“You must demonstrate your worthiness for this gift being granted, slave,” he said.
“Hands and knees,” he said.
She obeyed at once.
“Lower yourself to your elbows.”
Again she obeyed, her bottom up and out.
“You will prostrate yourself, grasp my ankle, and lick at my shoe,” he said. “How determinedly you are to clean my shoe will determine whether or not you really want this gift to be granted.”
It was an outrageous, shocking demand, but while she flushed, while she felt the outrage, that triggered, instead of anger, a strange dark heat that only pushed her feverish sexual heat higher.
Hannah crawled forward, grasping the fine cloth of his suit trousers, then brought her lips down against the polished black shoe, and began to lick her tongue across it.
“I see little enthusiasm,” he said.
Moaning, she licked faster.
“Press your tongue down harder, slave,” he said.
She felt the ball slide down and push against her sex, and felt prickles of sweat on her body as she licked long and hard against his shoe.
“Beg again, while licking. Beg very hard.”
“Please may I climax, Master!?” she panted, moaning. “Please may I climax?”
He tilted his foot back on the heel.
“Lick underneath, slave.”
That was even more outrageous, and thus even more wildly arousing, and Hannah barely hesitated, her tongue sliding across the bottom of his shoe, tasting the odd piece of grit.
“Very well. Lay back on your back, spread knees.”
She almost flung herself back, panting, flushed from top to bottom.
“You may masturbate to climax, slave.”
She flushed in embarrassment at the words but her hands were already on the dildo, pumping it frantically in and out, and cheating so that her thumb brushed across her clitoris with every stroke. The climax was not long in coming, and she cried out, back arching and jerking, head rolling from side to side as her hips bucked up sharply and repeatedly, her insides flaring wildly and sensations flooding her mind and body.
Chapter Ten
“You will eventually come to realize the benefits of instant and absolute obedience to the directive you are given, slave,” O'Neil said calmly.
Everything he said was calm. Hannah wondered, a bit dazedly.
Even as she had lain on the floor, chest heaving, trying to fit her scrambled brain together after the massive orgasm, he had been in the closet, pulling out a very large object. It had rolled out on wheels, looking like little more than a smooth dark length of wood. But then he opened it, and the wood separated, rising to either side like the wings of a bird.
The bottom legs came apart, as well, so that the frame now consisted of two polished wooden boards, each about three feet long and three feet wide, angled precisely together at the center. The man ordered her to her feet, then helped her throw one leg across the thing so that she straddled it. She saw there were straps affixed to the boards, and he quickly strapped her legs down on either side at ankles and knees.
He drew her wrists together before her, and locked the shackles together, then attached a chain and raised her arms high. There was a hook overhead she hadn't noticed before. He reached for it and pulled it down, as if it were on a collapsible cable. He slipped the chain into it, then released it, and Hannah grunt
ed as her arms were pulled up high above her.
The cable was, in fact, elastic, she soon realized. She could pull it down, pull her arms down, but it wasn't easy, and keeping it down would quickly wear out her muscles. In any event, he might consider that disobedient, and she had no reason, as yet, to do it.
Not that her position was particularly comfortable, of course. The frame she was straddling was rather sharply peaked, and that peak was jammed directly where her body was most tender. But she'd been in worse positions, and perhaps this was more of a time-out thing because she had disobeyed him and touched her clit?
God! She'd done everything else! You'd think he'd cut her a little slack, she thought.
She let her mind float back over recent events, still rather startled at the realization that she was doing all this at the behest of a man she didn't know, had just met, and whose name she didn't even know. Yet he'd ordered her, and so she had obeyed. She was like a caged sex slave or something!
And, of course, thinking that, and realizing that she actually was, made her pussy throb, her chest tighten and her nipples harden.
This would have been better, she thought, if there'd been some sort of dildo attached to the peak, so it could be jammed up high inside her.
At the thought, her pussy began to warm and she felt a tingling within her. She could not really move much, given how her legs were trapped. But she could use the leverage that provided to rub herself back and forth a little using just the muscles of her upper legs. She did that a little, almost experimentally. It ached, but she was already aching anyway, and this caused a hot flush through her lower body.
She ground herself very slowly and lightly against the corner, head turning as she looked nervously around, but she seemed to be quite alone. She continued to grind herself against the edge, groaning softly as her arousal quickened. It rarely seemed to take long, of course, these days, as she found herself immersed in a world of dark sensuality and heat.
The door opened without warning, and, gasping, she went still, looking over her shoulder as O'Neil entered and walked past her to the closet. He opened the door, and she saw now just how large it was. It was a walk-in closet with all manner of large and small objects filling it.
He came out with the long, thin wand with the ball on the end he'd used before, and she licked her lips nervously. The thing could give pleasure, or pain, as he desired.
Then she saw the thing in his other hand, and her pussy throbbed almost automatically.
It was a dildo, a realistically shaped phallic object with a round ball on the bottom.
He came over to her and casually pressed the head against her mouth. Hannah opened her mouth almost as automatically, and moaned heatedly as the soft silicone slid through her lips and across her tongue. She licked at it instinctively, sucking a little as the man turned it within her mouth, pulled back, and pushed forward again.
Hannah wasn't terribly surprised when it pushed into her throat. She was well-used to that sort of thing now, and handled it easily as it slid slowly down through her neck. When what she thought of as the end reached her lips, she assumed he'd pull it back up shortly, but instead he began to wedge the malleable silicon gel of the round base through her open lips until he had forced that fully into her mouth, as well.
Hannah gurgled weakly, as O'Neil turned away. The ball was, in effect, much like the ball gags she'd felt before, except, of course, with the added element of the thick shaft sliding deep down her throat. It was quite difficult to breath like that, but she had been able to in previous instances, and now tried to draw in some air around the silicon as he brought the rounded tip of the electrical cane down between her legs.
She moaned as the electricity began to flow, and she felt her pussy throb and burn in response.
“When you are given an instruction,” he said softly, “You must obey it completely.”
He drew the small round ball up along her groin, up along her belly, the hairs on her body standing on end as the electricity crackled softly. The thing slid up under her left breast, then circled her nipple, which crackled with its own electricity, tingling and burning. Hannah moaned and her body writhed as she tried instinctively to push her breast harder against the little ball.
You must think of doing only what you are told to do,” he said. “You must abandon any thought of having your own will, your own thoughts, your own desires.”
Hannah moaned softly, her upper body arching as her tingling breasts pushed against the ball which rolled around and over them.
And then the soft, shimmering electricity gave a sharp little spark and she yelped as it stung her nipple. Yet the soft current continued, and she moaned breathlessly as her nipple throbbed hotly, feeling intensely sensitive and swollen. Another sharp little snap, like static electricity, struck her nipple, and her body jerked back, but was soon pushing forward once more.
“Your only purpose in life is bringing pleasure to others,” he said. “Your own pleasure is irrelevant, and can only be achieved by pleasuring others.”
Another snap, and another, and another, as he shifted the round ball from one nipple to the others. But each snap only lasted an instant, while the hissing crackle of electricity rolled continuously across the surface of her skin. Her nipples ached to be touched to be sucked chewed, fondled, and her breasts felt horribly hard and swollen.
The round ball slid down her body and pressed against her clitoris, rolling back and forth so that Hannah cried out softly, arching, trying to push her sex up harder against it.
There was a sharp snap of sharp power which caused her to let out a brief scream and jerk back, but the hissing power continued to flow, so she was almost immediately back to grinding her pussy against it. There was another sharp snap, then another, then another, and each one made her gasp and flinch, but was followed by more of the delicious flow of soft electricity into her quivering body.
She began grinding herself frantically forward against the peaked frame as the shimmering electricity caressed her swollen clitoris, and despite the intermittent snaps of higher power her sexual hunger deepened into an all-consuming fever as she twisted and arched and sought to jam herself against the metal ball.
And then he drew back, and the frame began to hum as the two sides drew back together. Her legs were drawn in with them, and then Hannah groaned as she found herself straddling the very narrow top edge. The two sides which her legs were strapped to were now pressed together, her legs straight down, and the pressure against her throbbing sex far higher.
Hannah moaned, drawing her arms down, but she quickly realized that this did nothing to raise her up or support her body's weight. The ball was jammed against the top of her sex, buzzing, making her hips want to grind against it, but the pain against her sex was mounting as her weight now was focused almost entirely on that narrow wedge of wood she rested upon.
The ball was withdrawn and O'Neil left her as she was.
Hannah moaned dazedly, grinding feebly against the narrow edge, despite the pain, but as the minutes passed her arousal eased and her pain deepened. She tried to use her arms to relieve some of the weight on her sex, but the elastic was taut enough to hold her arms high, but weak enough to stretch if she tried to add weight to it.
The pain in her groin grew to an unbearable heat and ache. She tried to lean back somewhat, but that only increased the pressure on her tailbone, which was not any better able to bear the weight. She eased forward again to relieve the pain in her tailbone, and there was a definite relief, but then the pain in her pussy grew much worse, and she shuddered weakly.
It was a clever punishment which forced her, like one of the other positions she'd been in, to continually move her body and seek some kind of relief. That she got the relief, at least temporarily, kept her shifting her weight backwards and forwards, irresistibly drawn to that wondrous relief of pain, however brief before the ache deepened elsewhere.
In addition to that she found it in
creasingly difficult to breath. She could barely force enough air past the thick body of the silicon dildo jammed down her throat to get by on while relaxed. But the pain was causing her heart to beat faster, her blood to rush and her breathing to become more ragged and frantic. Hannah felt light-headed, and swayed weakly as the sweat of pain and exhaustion beaded on her soft skin.
She was half conscious when a sharp jerk on her head lifted her head up and back. She looked through glassy eyes at O'Neil's interested face.
“You have been a bad little slave girl,” he said, giving one of her breasts a soft squeeze. “But I am sure you are sorry and will seek to mend your ways quickly.”
He worked the fat round bottom of the dildo out of her mouth and she gurgled weakly as the long thin shaft slid up her throat and finally – out. Air rushed in and she gasped dazedly, moaning as he kissed her along her side of her throat, then along the front, his teeth nipping lightly as his mouth moved against her.
His right hand was fondling her breast while his left kept her head up and back, so that Hannah could not, in effect, see anything but the ceiling. Not that she cared, at that point, about anything but the sweet air rushing into her lungs.
The pain in her tailbone was mounting, however, as O'Neil kept her leaning backward. His mouth moved downward, chewing, sucking and licking at her breasts and nipples.
He chuckled and unstrapped her legs, then reached overhead. A moment later he pushed the frame forward, and Hannah groaned as it slid slowly out from under her. She expected to fall as the last inch slid forward, but he had apparently adjusted the tension of the hook her wrists were bound to, and it held in place, leaving her hanging, her toes just above the floor.
Hannah felt a tremendous easing of the pain between her legs, though now, of course, her wrists began to ache. She wondered if that was to be her life as a slave girl, suffering one kind of pain after another.
Her chest was heaving, but her head was starting to clear. She gasped as she felt her hair jerked back again, and O'Neil's lips came in as they had before, licking and chewing and sucking along her throat and down onto her breast. His hand coasted slowly up and down her body, fingers lightly brushing her clitoris in a way which brought a gasp from her lips for the pain and heat they brought.