by S. J. Lewis
Sigrid squealed, her eyes wide open. Paul never let go. He stabbed his cock into her mouth and groaned with each spurt of thick, salty fluid. Sigrid dared not do anything but hold still for him as he used her mouth and tried not to cough or gag. He held her tightly for a long moment after he was finished until she finally dared to look up at him pleadingly. He laughed then. Still gripping her, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and then tilted her head up so that she was looking directly up at him. He was smiling. It was a smile of triumph. Sigrid pursed her lips, trying not to think of the millions of wriggling sperm moving over her teeth, her gums and her tongue. She used her tongue to push some of the fluid forward until it could escape from the corner of her mouth. She felt it slowly dribble down her chin and hang there. She shut her eyes tightly and swallowed audibly.
“Th-th-thank you, Master,” she stammered, trying hard not to burst into tears. “May I clean your cock now?”
“Excellent, Sigrid,” Mistress purred into her ear. Her fingers still caressed and squeezed the soft, creamy flesh of Sigrid’s breasts. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Sigrid did not answer. Paul had released his grip on her, and she was already taking his big, black cock into her mouth to suck and lick it clean.
Chapter Nine
Sigrid heard the door to her cell being unbolted. It was a loud sound, metallic, and it echoed from the dreary cinderblock walls. It would have woken her from a much sounder sleep than she could get in her cell. The thin pad had not been much for comfort, but now all she had were two old blankets that barely kept the chill of the bare cement floor from her skin. Wearily, half-asleep, she struggled to get up on her knees, facing the doorway. It was the prescribed position. She was coming to know it very well. She flicked her head to get her hair out of her eyes. They had tied her long blonde hair back in a ponytail so that it would not get in the way, but odd strands kept coming loose and tickling her nose. Her breasts jiggled heavily from the movement.
She did not know how long she had been kept in this cell: Her sleep was constantly being interrupted by visitors. On occasion, they would feed her or give her water. It was always welcome, but it was never enough. On other occasions they would replace her training plug with a thicker one. Right now, it felt like they’d stuffed a fencepost up her ass. Her wardrobe was down to the black leather collar circling her neck and the shining metal handcuffs that locked her wrists behind her. Sometimes her captors added a leash.
Two people entered her cell. One was a woman of about thirty-five, clad in a dark, conservative business suit. The skirt came down to mid-calf, and she wore chunky, low-heeled shoes. Her dark-brown hair was done up in a bun, and she was smiling. Sigrid recognized her. She was Mistress Anna, and she was as warm and friendly as a rattlesnake. Just behind her, and off to one side, stood a much younger man, tall and thin. He wore faded jeans, a colorful island shirt and sandals. His hair was light brown and wispy. He was going prematurely bald, which might explain the goatee he was cultivating. Behind the gold wire-rimmed glasses, his eyes widened as he looked down at Sigrid. His gaze took in the rich curves of her body, the stark contrasts of her tan lines.
“Oh, wow!” he exclaimed. “A beach-bunny Valkyrie!” He grinned toothily, hungrily.
“Tell him your name, bitch,” Mistress Anna smiled.
“I am called Sigrid, master,” Sigrid responded.
“Even better!” the man exulted. Out of the corner of her eye, Sigrid caught the subtle hand signal that Mistress Anna made.
“I am here to serve you, master,” Sigrid recited by rote. She wanted to scream and yell instead of playing this submissive role, but something had gone out of her. She had lost track of how many men had been brought here to use her. Did the number even matter any more? There would be others after this one, another nameless cock in her mouth or in her cunt, intent only on taking pleasure from a chained and naked female captive.
The man came forward, his hands fumbling with his zipper. When he stood right in front of her and pulled his cock out, Sigrid knew beyond doubt what he wanted. She rose up on her knees and leaned forward, opening her mouth for him. She took his cock between her lips and began fellating him. It wasn’t easy at first. He was long, but soft at first. She felt his cock swell and harden in her mouth. He took her head in his hands, as if he was worried that she might try to pull away. Sigrid whimpered at his touch. She had been ordered to respond that way. She had been given other orders as well. She began to suck hungrily, with short, quick movements of her head and upper body, tilting her head from one side to the other. She heard him groan. She took him in as deeply as she could without gagging or coughing.
It did not take long. When she felt the first familiar, hated spurt of semen into her mouth, Sigrid stopped moving with the head of his cock just tickling her tonsils. It was a sensation she had learned to bear. She shut her eyes tightly, contorting her face and making tiny grunts through her nose with each spurt of cum. She heard him groaning.
Then it was over. Sigrid waited patiently until he pulled his cock out of her mouth. Then she tilted her head upwards, eyes closed, her mouth sagging open so that he could see that her mouth was full of him. She closed her mouth and swallowed audibly, then opened her mouth to show him that it was now empty. She heard him chuckle happily. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“Thank you, master,” she said in a breathy, timid voice. “May I clean your cock now?”
The man smiled and nodded. Sigrid began to lick and suck him clean, wishing she could work up the nerve to bite him instead. But the overwhelming fear of what Mistress might do to her afterwards held her back.
“She’s damned good,” the man observed when she had finished. He tucked himself back in his jeans, staying close to Sigrid, devouring her naked body with his eyes.
“She hasn’t even completed her training and conditioning yet,” Mistress Anna retorted.
“Really?” The man regarded Sigrid for a moment longer. Then he gave her a hard roundhouse slap, one that snapped her head around and made her ears ring. It was so sudden and so unexpected that Sigrid whirled back to snarl at him, her eyes blazing.
The man backed up a hasty half-step, and then laughed.
“And she doesn’t like it at all!” he crowed. “You hate sucking cock, don’t you, bitch?” he asked her. “I’ll bet you really hate having to swallow, too.” Sigrid regained enough control of herself to make her face as expressionless as she could, but she could not help glaring at him.
“Don’t do that again,” Mistress Anna warned him. She wasn’t smiling any more.
”Sigrid has been a difficult case as it is.”
“I can believe that,” the man said. “But just look at that body!” He shook his head admiringly. “Damn, the things a man could do to that. Those tits are gorgeous!”
Sigrid felt her face reddening. She had to look down at the floor, away from him.
“Indeed,” Mistress Anna nodded. “Please come with me now. Sigrid has more training to do.”
Sigrid sank down onto her blankets, choking back a sob. Tears and pleading did no good here. They would do to her what they would do to her, and how she felt about it didn’t matter to them at all. She had no sooner found a least-uncomfortable position than she heard the cell door being unbolted again. Once more, she struggled to her knees and faced towards the doorway. It was Mistress Anna again. An older man in a suit was with her this time. He looked well groomed, lightly tanned and fit. His suit appeared to be expensive, as did his shoes. Sigrid had long ago trained herself to spot the signs of prosperity in a potential mark. At first glance, he might have been a good mark, but his eyes gave him away: They were a match for Mistress Anna’s. Anywhere else, Sigrid would have matched his stare. It would have been a sexual challenge, something to stir his interest and his imagination. Here, she could not. All she could do was say what she had been taught to say and wait to take another cock in her mouth. She could see another man in the hallway outside of her ca
ge, watching, and waiting his turn.
***
“Up, bitch.” Sigrid awoke. She felt weak, sleepy and thirsty. There was a now-familiar but still unpleasant salty taste in her mouth. She felt something pulling hard on her collar, dragging her head upwards. She struggled to get to her knees. It wasn’t as hard as she expected it to be. The handcuffs had been removed, and she could use her hands. The momentary relief she felt dissipated immediately. She was being taken somewhere, and would have to crawl on her hands and knees to get there.
“Up, dammit!” Mistress Anna sounded angry and impatient. Still groggy, Sigrid got into the required position, swaying slightly as she tried to come fully awake.
“Walk!” Mistress Anna barked. Blinking and yawning, Sigrid crawled obediently towards the opened door of her cell. She did not know what was coming next. She dreaded what might be coming next. But she had no say in the matter. To the people running this terrible place she was no more than another female to be trained to obedience and taught to give pleasure. She was almost too tired to care right now.
It was a long walk, past other cells occupied by other captive naked women and along drab, cold, featureless corridors that echoed with their screams and cries and moans. In time, Sigrid thought, she might learn how to ignore those sounds. At the moment, they could still make her shudder inwardly. She would not look into any of the cells that she passed. She kept her eyes focused on the rough concrete floor and put all of her concentration into crawling behind mistress Anna as best she could. The plug was still deep in her ass, and it felt very strange as she crept along.
They passed beyond the cells and continued along a corridor that Sigrid did not recognize. It was narrower and not as well lit, and it seemed to be slowly descending. Sigrid began to worry. This was something new, and this place had taught her to fear new things. A small bit of her mind began screaming soundlessly to turn back, to fight, to struggle, to protest, at least. She wanted to. Her stomach was twisting itself into knots. But the fear brought on by uncertainty of what was coming was vastly outweighed by the dreadful certainty of what would swiftly follow any disobedience on her part. She was fully awake now. Her heart beat rapidly, making her feel lightheaded.
At length, they entered another one of those large, round chambers. The lighting here was much brighter than the hallway. Mistress Anna led Sigrid into the middle of the chamber. She made her stop directly above the grill of a floor drain. Sigrid risked quick glances to either side. She saw old leather cuffs on the floor to either side of the drain. Short lengths of heavy chain connected them to heavy metal staples set in the concrete.
She risked a look upwards. Overhead hung a long metal bar. It was suspended from the domed ceiling by more heavy chain. From either end of the bar hung two leather cuffs, at the ends of yet more chains.
Sigrid panicked. They were going to string her up and whip her again with that horrible leather strap! She couldn’t bear that! Her bruises had all but healed completely, but she remembered the terrible pain as if she had just been flogged yesterday. “No… no, please, mistress!” she begged. “No, please!” Kneeling, she gripped her leash with both hands, as if she was drowning and it was a last lifeline.
“Be quiet, bitch,” Mistress Anna snapped. She yanked hard on the leash and Sigrid sprawled onto her hands and knees again.
“Please, mistress,” Sigrid sobbed. “Tell me what I did wrong! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! PLEASE!!!”
“Shut up!” Mistress Anna slapped her every bit as hard as that man had earlier. Sigrid collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Maybe she had done something wrong. Maybe she hadn’t. She tried desperately to think of some transgression she had committed, but she couldn’t think of one. Why were they going to punish her, then? Just to prove that they could? Just because they felt like it? She made no resistance at all when two men, ski-masked as always, pulled down the overhead metal bar and began buckling the cuffs around her wrists. She complied when they made her stand up; she didn’t struggle when they spread her legs and buckled the cuffs around her ankles. She kept hoping that they would stop, but they didn’t. Once she was secured, they winched the chain up slowly and inexorably. Soon she was standing on her toes again, the muscles of her calves and thighs aching with the effort. She kept waiting for them to pull the chain up that last little bit that would leave her hanging by her wrists, but they never did that. She was steeling herself for the ordeal that she was sure was coming when she saw that they had set up a video camera on a tripod facing her. One of the two men began fiddling with it. The other forced a thick bit gag between her jaws and buckled it tightly in place.
Sigrid trembled. They were going to tape her punishment? Then she saw Mistress Anna approaching with another video camera, a smaller, hand-held one. She moved in closely, the camera lens centered on Sigrid’s face.
“Subject 923, Sigrid,” Mistress Anna began speaking. She rattled off Sigrid’s height, weight and measurements. “Natural blonde, excellent condition.” She panned the camera slowly down across Sigrid’s naked body, lingering for a moment on her breasts. “Natural tits, too,” she commented. “No tattoos, no piercings, no scars, no birthmarks.” She squatted down to get a clear shot of Sigrid’s exposed pussy. Sigrid kept still. She was too fearful to do anything else. Mistress Anna rose and moved around behind Sigrid.
“Subject has received basic discipline and training. She is obedient now, but not truly submissive.” Sigrid shivered. She heard the camera running. What was all this about?
The faint whirring of the camera stopped. Sigrid felt Mistress Anna’s hand caressing her ass. She braced herself for a hard slap there that never came.
Mistress Anna went over to the man at the tripod-mounted video cam. She gave him the hand held model she had been using. He handed her something. Sigrid couldn’t see what it was until Mistress Anna turned around and began walking towards her. There was an evil smile on her face. Sigrid saw that she was carrying what looked like a vibrator. If it was indeed a vibrator, it was the biggest one she had ever seen. The head of it looked like a big black ball. As Mistress Anna drew close, she hit a switch on the long white handle and the contraption buzzed to life. She reached out with it and laid the black ball on Sigrid’s left nipple. Sigrid shuddered involuntarily at the contact. She shuddered again when Mistress Anna switched it to her other nipple. She held it there in one hand. With her other hand, she began fondling Sigrid’s breast. Sigrid endured it for a moment before she had to moan around the bit gag. The waves of vibrations seemed to be passing through her whole torso, reverberating. When Mistress Anna slid the thing down to her belly, Sigrid shuddered violently and moaned again. She couldn’t help it.
Mistress Anna moved slowly around behind Sigrid and pressed the ball against the base of her spine. Sigrid jerked and twitched in her bonds. She wouldn’t have believed that that particular spot could do what it was doing to her. She could feel her body beginning to respond, in spite of everything. Her moan was one of hopelessness and shame. Then Mistress Anna moved the ball onto the wide, round base of the plug embedded in Sigrid’s ass and held it there. Sigrid twitched, moaned and squealed. The muscles of her calves stood out sharply as she fought to remain on her toes. She couldn’t help drooling. Her saliva trickled down her chin and dripped onto her breasts. She couldn’t help what her body was doing in response to the vibrator either. When Mistress Anna slid a hand between her legs, Sigrid yowled and complained. She heard Mistress Anna chuckle as she discovered just how wet Sigrid was getting. Then Mistress Anna slid the vibrator forward onto Sigrid’s pussy and held it there.
Sigrid knew that she could be made to come whether she wanted to or not. Compared to all the other things that they had done to her, at first it seemed far from the worst she’d had to endure. But this time they were recording it, making a record of every involuntary response of her helpless, naked body, and that made it unspeakably horrible. There was no way she could fight it. She felt the first hot tremors beginning
to build and spread through her loins even as she wanted to scream no, no, NO! The bit gag kept her from doing anything but making unintelligible noises: Grunts, squeals and shrieks. Mistress Anna began pressing the vibrator against Sigrid’s clitoris and Sigrid could no longer stave off the inevitable. Her body arched. She stared upwards, unseeing, and howled as Mistress Anna forced an orgasm out of her. But Mistress Anna was relentless. She kept the vibrator in place, forcing Sigrid to come again for the benefit of the camera. It was no pleasure to Sigrid. It was vile and dehumanizing, reducing her to a female animal forced to respond. The third orgasm was more like a searing pain. It left Sigrid weak, shuddering for breath, hanging limply by her wrists. Her mind felt as if it had been shorted out somewhere. She could not think clearly. The sobs and whimpers she was making now sounded as if they were coming from someone else. She hoped – she prayed that it was finally over.
It wasn’t. Mistress Anna moved away, taking her torture device with her. Then Sigrid felt someone pressing up against her back. Hands reached around to cup her breasts and tease her nipples.
“I am here to take your virginity, Sigrid,” Paul murmured sweetly into her ear. She was too drained to do anything as she felt him withdrawing the training plug. She felt him smearing something cool and slippery on her anus, and then inside of her. Her sphincter muscles contracted. She heard Paul laugh. All she could think was: So they’re going to record this, too? Then Paul thrust his cock into her ass and she shrieked again. He began thrusting himself deeply into her, lifting her off of her toes each time. The physical hurt was not as bad as she had feared, though it hurt quite enough. What was worst was the unblinking, merciless eye of the video camera recording every moment. Paul’s hands gripped her breasts. The chains held her in place, keeping her legs spread, her body open and available to the assault of his thick, heavy cock.