The Toy

by Claire Thompson

  The two men led Gina to her bathroom and Frank said, "How about a nice bath today? You look like you need to lie down a while." Gina was confused; she had expected a whipping or something worse. This must be a time out of some sort before the worst to come. She nodded, grateful for this small reprieve.

  When Frank turned on the water, Gina noticed that he didn't add any hot water. The tub was filling with ice cold water. Gina was left kneeling on the floor under the amused gaze of Gordon while Frank left the room. She silently prayed that he would return. He did come back a few minutes later armed with a large bag of ice, which he added to the water. "This should cool you off after that workout, wouldn't you say, Gina? Now get in. This," he paused for emphasis, "is your punishment."

  Gingerly Gina stepped into the tub, gasping as her foot touched the cold water. She looked at Frank with an appeal in her eyes, but she didn't protest. She had learned it was useless. She stood for a moment and then lowered herself slowly into the frigid tub, shivering as the water covered her, leaving only her breasts exposed. The nipples quickly puckered, erect with the cold, and Gina began to tremble uncontrollably after just a few moments. The two men watched her tremble as the cold water continued to fill the tub. Her skin flushed pink as her body tried vainly to warm itself. "P-p-please, I can't do this. I beg you." She implored the captors to let her out of the tub.

  "I like when she begs, don't you? Slaves should beg, and we, as her masters, decide if we will relent, or let her suffer." Gordon watched her a few more moments, enjoying the look of suffering and pleading on her face. Let's fuck her, Frank. Let's see what it's like to fuck a frigid bitch." His laugh was cruel. As he spoke, Gordon began to strip off his clothing. His cock was hard. Frank also stripped, and then held out a towel for the freezing, trembling Gina, who took it gratefully. She was barely dry when Gordon pointed to the floor and said, "Kneel, cunt. On your hands and knees.

  Frank lay down flat next to Gina, his cock already bobbing eagerly in the air. "Climb on his cock, bitch. I'm gonna fuck your ass while Frank fucks your nasty twat. Move!" Gina scrambled over Frank, who held her icy body by the hips as he guided his cock into her pussy.

  "Man, it's excellent! Ice cold body, red hot pussy. Nice." Frank slid his shaft into Gina, moving her so that her juices would flow. Despite her predicament, her icy skin, and her knowledge that Gordon was about to fuck her in the ass, Gina couldn't control the tremor of pleasure that went through her as Frank eased himself fully into her.

  Then she felt Gordon's rough hand on her, pushing her forward so that he could access her ass more easily. Crouching on Frank's legs, Gordon smeared KY jelly on Gina's asshole and then pressed his cock into her. Gina cried out; it felt like she was being split in two, with a large cock in her pussy and an even larger one pressing into her little asshole. Though Gordon had used her anally a number of times now, she still wasn't used to it and she definitely didn't like it!

  But Gordon did. He moaned loudly as he began to fuck her, slowly, and then with more intensity. The pressure began to build inside of her from two cocks impaling her at once. The pain of the anal rape was offset by the pleasure of Frank's cock moving inside of her. As so often happened to her with her captors, pleasure and pain were mixed, twirled together in a delicious agony.

  Gordon's movements forced her down hard onto Frank's cock. He responded by arching his hips up into her, which forced her back against Gordon. Together they writhed, and Gina's cold body became heated as the two men grunted and sweated over and under her. Gordon came first, clutching Gina by the throat as he did, choking her. Frank came soon after, shooting his hot seed deep into Gina. She was not permitted to come, which was a relief to the now truly exhausted woman. The men left her in the bathroom, locking the door behind her. As Frank followed his master out the door, he whispered to her, "You've earned some hot water. Use it. I'll be back later to take you to your room." And he was gone.

  ***

  Gordon was away on business and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Frank knew it was foolish; he knew he was breaking the rules, but he wanted to fuck Gina in a real bed instead of on that hard mattress that she slept on. What would it matter? Gordon would never know; Gina would never tell, Frank was sure.

  And so that afternoon, he led his naked girl, her wrists bound in silky rope in front of her, to the master's bedroom. The last time she had been there, she had been brutally sodomized. Her heart was pounding with fear, but when Frank opened the door, there was no blond man with a cruel mouth waiting to abuse her. Frank grinned and said, "The cat's away. Let's play!" Gently he pushed the still confused Gina onto the satin quilt. It was a deep turquoise blue, and the pale lovely Gina looked small and vulnerable against the fabric. She sighed, leaning into the heavenly softness. She had forgotten there could be such luxury, at least for her. But fear of reprisal made her wary. She dared to voice her fear. "Gordon? He isn't here? You're sure? I shouldn't be here. I'm not allowed–"

  "You're allowed where I say you're allowed," Frank cut her off. He was a little nervous himself, since the repercussions of what he was doing, should he be caught, would be severe. But somehow he didn't care. He wanted his lover – yes, his lover – here with him in this bed. He untied her wrists and secured a length of silk rope to each wrist separately. Slowly he raised her arms high over her head and secured each wrist to a brass bedpost. He left her legs free.

  Frank lay down next to his bound girl and, taking her face in his hands, kissed her deeply. "Do you trust me?" His face was close to hers. Gina nodded slowly. Of course she trusted him. What choice did she have? And what did it matter? Frank must have been thinking along the same lines, because he turned away from her and said, "No. Don't answer that. It was a stupid question. You have no choice. Trust me or not, you're stuck." Frank felt the bitterness of this, like bile in his throat. He knew his feelings were ridiculous. What did he care if she trusted him? She was their prisoner. And it was probably time they started to think about getting rid of her. There was too much emotion involved. It was impeding his relationship with Gordon. It was making him act like an idiot.

  He was on the brink of deciding to take Gina back to her room and forget this nonsense when she kissed his shoulder. Something about the gesture, so sweet, and not forced, moved him. He turned toward her, hunger in his eyes, and took her in his arms. He kissed her mouth, her chin, down her neck to her breasts. Gently he bit each nipple. Gina moaned and closed her eyes.

  Maneuvering himself so that he was now on top of her, Frank used a knee to spread her thighs, which fell open easily. His cock positioned itself between her legs and he lay heavily across her, enjoying the feel of her soft body. He ran his hands lightly up her arms, still stretched and bound over her head. Using one hand, he adjusted his cock, directing it into Gina's already wet pussy.

  Gina sighed and Frank let her hot sweetness engulf him. He focused on her lovely breasts for a while, teasing and suckling her. Then his hands moved up, finding her neck. He lifted his head and whispered again, "Do you trust me?" Again Gina nodded, and this time he decided she must prove it. Slowly his hands closed around her neck, tightening just enough to slightly restrict her air intake.

  "Don't resist me. Prove you trust me." Gina closed her eyes as Frank's grip tightened around her throat. Her breathing was shallow now, and she coughed a little as he choked her, but she didn't struggle. He started to fuck her, slowly at first, with his fingers still gripped tightly around her throat.

  As his pace and thrust increased, he tightened his hold, and Gina could barely breathe now. She was still, and her eyes were open, watching him, but still she did not resist. He realized he could kill her, easily, with just a slightly tighter grip. The thought perversely aroused him further and he fucked her passionately, calling, "Gina, Gina," with his hands still tight on her throat.

  He came hard, and Gina's body arched up into his as he did so, but her eyes were closed, mouth slack. Had he gone too far? His heart was pounding crazily from the intensity of
his orgasm. He let go, and could see the imprint of his fingers, red against her throat. But she was breathing, and her little breasts swelled prettily with each breath. He was overcome, looking at his tethered darling, who hadn't struggled, who had trusted him

  Gently he kissed her mouth. Then he carefully released her bonds and enfolded her into his chest. Without being aware of it, they drifted off to sleep in the master's bed. How could they have known his trip was cut short, and that he was driving home at that moment, eager to see his slave and his toy?

  "What the fuck is going on here!" Gordon burst through the door and the startled lovers jerked apart, Frank leaping to his feet, penis dangling and half erect, Gina curling into a ball at the head of the bed, hiding her face on her knees. "In my bed! Here you are like, like..." he stopped, refusing to say the word 'lovers,' but the word hung unspoken in the air like a ripe apple dangling from a tree.

  Gordon sat heavily on a chair and fumbled in his pocket, producing a package of cigarettes and a lighter. He lit one with hands that seemed to tremble slightly, and then took a deep drag on the cigarette. Frank looked down, and mumbled, "Excuse me, Sir. I meant no harm–"

  "Shut up! I don't want to hear your bullshit excuses!" Frank looked down, biting his lips to keep from speaking. He knew that the cigarette was a bad sign, as Gordon had been trying to quit. Gordon turned his angry gaze from Frank to Gina, who huddled, terrified. "Go get Gina's spoon, Frank." He didn't look at the taller man as he spoke. Frank hastily left the room and retrieved the spoon that had been used for oral training. He handed it to Gordon, knowing what was ahead, wishing he dared to protest.

  "Lie down, slut. On your back, hands over your head. Do as you're told or it'll be that much worse." Gina did as Gordon ordered, trying to keep her body from trembling. "Hold her down, boy," Gordon commanded. Frank knelt on the bed near Gina's head, placing his large strong hands on her arms to hold her still. Gordon sat down next to the naked woman and took another drag on his cigarette, so that the ash glowed red. Stubbing out the butt, he removed his lighter from his shirt pocket and flicked the flame to life.

  Gina watched without understanding as he heated the silver bowl of the spoon. The flame blackened the underside of it where it touched the metal. "Hold her," he said, and without further preamble, Gordon touched the heated metal to the white underside of Gina's bare breast. He held it there as Gina screamed. He kept it there until her screams converted into sobs. As Gina thrashed wildly, Gordon calmly held the flame again against the spoon, enjoying the look on Gina's face as she watched him reheat the spoon for the other breast.

  Again he burned her flesh, and now sobs became screams again, her anguished cry shrill and echoing in the room. Frank's face spoke of his own suffering, but still he held the poor naked woman who writhed on the mattress. "Now get her out of here, Frank. We need to talk."

  Frank carried the hysterical woman to her room. This wasn't the first time Gordon had used the spoon, but it was the first time Frank had felt the burn as if it had been his own flesh. Poor innocent Gina, punished because of what Frank had done. Something would have to change. He realized it finally, or admitted it finally. Something would have to change. He couldn't do this anymore.

  Their 'talk' consisted of Gordon wondering aloud what was happening to his slave boy. He informed Frank that they would be getting rid of Gina soon, and making a move, maybe in a couple of weeks. Frank didn't protest. What could he say? Frank had expected a terrible punishment of his own, but none was forthcoming. Instead, Gordon seemed to withdraw.

  He stayed longer hours at work, and would call sometimes at the last minute to inform Frank, who was waiting with dinner prepared, that he wouldn't be home until much later, and not to wait up. He never explained where he was, and Frank didn't ask. He had never questioned what Gordon did when he was away; he was the slave after all; how could he question his master?

  Gina, however, was not so lucky. Gordon began to use her more often, devising more bizarre and dangerous games. His favorite pastime was to fuck her ass, using her roughly until she bled. One day he entered her room and said, "Gina, are you afraid of needles?"

  "Sir?"

  "I said, are you afraid of needles? A simple question. Answer it."

  "Yes, sir." She already dreaded whatever was coming, though she hadn't yet imagined what it might be. She was to find out.

  "Good. I like it when you're afraid. I'm going to pierce your nipples today. And no, Frank won't be here to hold your hand."

  "Oh, please, sir, I'm begging you–"

  "Good. I like it when you beg. You're going to be begging a lot, I imagine, before this day is over. Now, I don't want you wiggling around while I do this, so I'm going to tie you down." He pulled over the doctor's exam table they sometimes used to tie down their toys. "Get up. Do it, cunt, or I'll whip you first and then pierce you. All the same to me. Do what you're told. Now!"

  Reluctantly Gina climbed up on the table, laying down, feeling almost numb with fear. Gordon secured her wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, now worn and soft from constant use. He snapped the clips in place and quickly attached her to the table, rendering her completely immobile.

  "You want this, don't you, cunt? Say yes."

  "Yes, sir," she lied, and he knew it, but it didn't matter.

  "You want me to take this sharp, long needle and pierce your tender nipple, don't you, cunt? Say yes, and say it like you mean it."

  "Yes, sir."

  "Yes, what?"

  She gulped, forcing herself to say the words he demanded, hoping it would elicit some shred of compassion from the sadistic madman who held her captive. "Please, sir, I want you to pierce me. Please, sir, please." The please lingered in the air, and they both knew she was begging for something else, something she wasn't going to get.

  Gordon took a long hollow needle from a wooden jewelry box he had brought in. "This really doesn't hurt that much. Not that much. It'll be over in a flash, and then I'll give you a pretty gold loop to keep it open while it heals. Won't that be lovely, Gina? Much nicer than those barbell things some masters seem to favor. This is real gold, too. Only the best for my cunt." He held it up for her to see, a lovely little gold hoop that glittered in the light.

  Gina was breathing shallowly and fast now; she couldn't seem to catch her breath. Gordon's cock swelled nicely in his pants as he watched the terror in her face and the needle drew close to her breast. Taking a nipple and pulling it taut, Gordon pushed the sharp point against flesh, forcing it through as Gina screamed, a long anguished wail. Her body thrashed involuntarily, but she was too immobilized to move, and he completed the work calmly, sliding the gold loop through her newly pierced nipple, allowing it to snap into place.

  When he took hold of the other nipple, Gina's eyes rolled up and she fell back in a dead faint. Unperturbed, Gordon pierced the other nipple and slid in the second nipple ring. He stood back admiring his work. Leaning forward, he slapped the still bound woman in the face until she roused, moaning. Her nipples ached and burned. She looked down to see the gold rings nestled in nipples red and engorged from the trauma.

  "It's done, slut. Your titties look much better now. I should have done this ages ago. Now the real fun begins." He released her bonds and told her to get up and move to the center of the room. When she was standing, legs trembling, under the pulley apparatus, he said, "Don't move." He took two long gold chains from the box and secured each one to the loops at her breasts. Carefully, he extended the loops and secured them to the pulley, causing her nipples to be pulled taut by the chains. Gina cried out as her freshly pierced nipples were pulled upward. She stood on tiptoe, trying desperately to relieve the tugging pressure, but Gordon just laughed and tightened each chain a fraction more, making her cry out again.

  "Don't worry. As long as you're still, they won't rip. But if you struggle–" He left the warning unsaid, but it was clear that she risked tearing her own flesh if she resisted the chains that bound her. "Now, you've been trained well enough to st
ay still for what is coming. Nothing too bad, really. I'm just going to cane your ass a bit, while you count for me. I'm sure you can stay still for that, can't you, cunt?"

  "Please, sir," Tears spilled as she watched him take the dreaded bamboo cane from its case. He brought it round to her face, and she tried to kiss it, but instead began to cry and beg.

  "Now stop or I'll have to gag you, and I don't want to do that. I want to hear you scream. Only 10, and you can surely handle that, can't you, Gina?" He didn't give her time to answer, but went around behind her, swishing the cane through the air.

  It whistled and landed with a thwack against her ass. Gina jerked forward, straining her tender nipples against their chains. She screamed.

  "Count," he ordered.

  "One," she managed to say between clenched teeth.

  Swish and, "Two." Gordon was precise, hitting her neatly from the top of her ass down to her thighs, creating a crisscross of welts as he went. Gina was crying loudly now, but somehow she managed to stay still. If she jerked, she might indeed rip her nipples, and the thought terrified her into taking the blows, barely moving.

  "Ten!" she screamed, and, thank God, he stopped. She waiting, panting and sobbing, for him to release her, but he didn't. He simply left the room, leaving her hanging by her nipples, on tiptoe, ass on fire.

  That's how Frank found her about an hour later. He dropped the plate of food he was holding, and gasped, "Oh my God." Gordon hadn't told him what he had done to her. Frank stared, taking it in – the naked woman tethered by newly pierced nipples, her head hanging, eyes closed as if she were dead. Running to her, he took her head in his hands and whispered, "Gina? Gina! Are you all right! Shit! What did he do?"

  Slowly she opened her eyes, staring at Frank as if she didn't know who he was. Quickly and carefully he released the chains from the pulley and helped Gina to her mattress. She rolled to her side, moaning, and he saw the cruel welts that covered her ass, which was crisscrossed with long red marks. Frank got some salve and carefully massaged it into her flesh. Then he had her lie back while he examined her breasts. "Well, I have to admit, he did an excellent job. He's done it before a number of times. But always with willing slaves who wanted it done. I know he didn't give you a choice, did he? Of course not," he said as she slowly shook her head.