Punishment at Twisted Ranch: An Erotic BDSM Story (Twisted Ranch Series Book 5)

by Lily Brock

  He picks up speed, and his intensity increases. I twist futilely against the restraints, trying to escape the harsh blows.

  “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Beth sobs, but Lucas doesn’t ease up.

  After twenty five strikes, Joe slides his hands across my battered pussy lips. At first I think he is rubbing me to smooth the sting, but then I realize his real purpose. He spreads my outer folds to reveal the delicate pink slit insdie. He takes aim and slaps the strap dead center on my opened hole.

  I scream, and he continues his assault, again picking up speed as he goes. I buck wildly, but I can’t avoid his excellent aim. I begin to sob and beg, but Joe shows me no mercy.

  By the time he finishes all fifty lashes, my cunt feels like it is on fire. I look across at Beth and see her tortured pussy. It’s red, swollen, and covered in vicious welts. I feel certain mine looks the same.

  I am relieved to see the men putting the straps away, but I know we aren’t done yet. The men return with blindfolds. Beth his blindfolded first, and then my world is darkened, as well.

  I can feel movement as they unlock the wheels on my archway. They roll me across the floor and lock the wheels back in place. I can’t see Beth, but I can hear her breathing and feel her heat against my skin. I am pretty sure we are only about six inches apart.

  “Since you two decided to disobey together,” says Joe, “we’ll attach you together for the next phase of your punishment.”

  Hands are on my breasts, tugging at my nipples. They are pinched and pulled to hard peaks and then tight clover clamps are attached to each one. A hand smacks my ass and as I swing a bit from my restraints, I feel a sharp tug on my tits. I realize my clamps are attached to Beth’s clamps. Every time either one of us moves, the other one will feel fresh pain.

  Someone is standing behind me on the step stool. I cry out as a harsh clamp attaches to the top of one of my freshly beaten inner pussy lips. I can feel an elastic wrapping around the outside of my thigh and then another clamp is attached to the bottom of the same tender inner lip, pulling me open and exposing the delicate underside of my inner lips. I brace myself knowing the other side will get the same treatment.

  Beth yelps in my ear and I know she is having her inner parts prised open as well. The spreaders are both attached now and fingers tug roughly at the elastic, tightening it on each side. I beg for the torture to stop; my cries are ignored.

  Fingers pinch my exposed clit, pulling and squeezing for a few seconds before another clover clamp is snapped onto my swollen bud. I cry out in pain and feel a tug as the clamp on the other side of the chain is attached to Beth’s clit, as well.

  It’s very quiet in the room. Too quiet. Did the men leave? I try remain completely still since any movement at all sends shockwaves of pain through my suspended body.

  No. They are still there. I hear footsteps. Then a scratch, a match being lit. Then the smell of sulphur as it is blown out. Scratch, another match. More sulphur. Footsteps again.

  “Since you ladies enjoyed pleasuring each other by candlelight, we’re adding candles to your punishment,” says Joe, standing very close to us.

  More silence and then Beth screams jerking the chains connecting our nipples and clits. The clamps hold tight and it feels like my most sensitive parts are being ripped off my body. Why is she screaming and twisting? I don’t have to wait long to find out.

  As soon as Beth stills I feel burning wax hit my nipples.

  “Nooooooooooo!” I screech. I try blindly to dodge the stream of hot wax, but all I do is increase the pain from the clamps.

  The wax cools. Beth and I tense, waiting for the next stream to hit our breasts, but it never comes. I listen hard, desperate for a clue. Someone is climbing the step ladder behind me. Terror fills my body as I realize what they are going to do.

  I start screaming, “No, no, no, no, no!”

  Then I feel it. The pillar candle is tipped between my spread legs and streams of wax scorch my tautly clamped lips.

  I wail in agony as the hot wax drips into my opened hole, bucking wildly to escape the torment. The bucking sets off fresh screams from Beth as I yank the clamps off one of her nipples. The clamp bumps against my face, the other end still attached to my nipple.

  Again there is silence. They are waiting for more wax to melt in the open cavities of the pillar candles. Several minutes go by and Beth and I both try to keep as still as possible. Without warning, a fresh stream of hot wax is poured over and into my pussy.

  Several more minutes go by in silence. Someone removes the nipple clamps and Beth and I both scream as the blood returns to our crushed nipples. Before we can recover, hot wax is again poured on our tits. My voice is getting hoarse from screaming. Beth is sobbing again, apologizing to Joe over and over.

  Our shrieks of pain have drawn a crowd. I can hear several other men talking as they watch our savage punishments.

  Someone is behind me again. A hand touches my brutalized cunt. Something is being forced into my stretched hole. Searing pain. It’s a taper candle. Then another is shoved in next to it, dripping wax on my tender flesh. And then another. Three taper candles are filling my bruised pussy. Drops of hot wax spatter against my pussy and ass. I can feel the heat from the flames on my inner thigh, singeing the fine hairs. Beth’s screams so close to my face tell me she is receiving the same treatment.

  The clamp is removed from my clit, but the pain has barely registered when more wax from the pillar candle is poured around the stretched edges of my stuffed hole, drawing yet more screeches.

  Lucas is talking but I can’t focus on the words. Things are getting hazy as I begin to accept my predicament and slip into sub space. I hand slaps my ass, sending a shower of wax onto my stretched slit/

  I feel something long, thin, and hard against my ass. It’s the dreaded cane.

  “Ten, do you think, Joe?” asks Lucas.

  “Let’s do twenty.”

  I hear the cane whistling through the air before it makes contact with my ass. I shriek as hot wax spatters my pussy. Even if I could will myself to hold still during the caning, the force of the impact would still send wax flying everywhere. Joe slashes my ass over and over and over, causing huge welts to rise up, criss-crossing my sore bottom. I slip deeper and deeper into acceptance.

  Beth has also stopped struggling and is simply accepting her punishment as well. Each thwack of the cane pushes me further and further into sub space.

  In my semi-conscious state, I am only vaguely aware the beating has stopped. I just hang there.

  Suddenly Beth screams a blood-curdling scream and I’m confused momentarily, jolted out of sub space. Then my pussy clamps are also removed and I am jerked back to full consciousness, matching her screams.

  Still dazed from the pain, I feel hands on my body, supporting me as I am removed from the arch. I’m carried over to a long table. My blindfold is removed and I see Beth lying next to me. Joe is peeling wax from her cunt lips. Lucas begins to do the same to my abused folds. Four other men circle around to watch.

  When all the wax has been removed, Lucas turns to one of the men, “Did you find the wine bottles, Dave?”

  “Right here.”

  Dave hands Lucas and Joe two of the wine bottles Beth and I drank earlier in the evening.

  “It seems our ladies found these to be excellent fuck toys tonight while Joe and I were away. We don’t want to deny them their pleasure, do we gentlemen?”

  The men laugh.

  “I think we may need some help holding them down,” says Joe.

  Two men grab my arms and legs, pulling them wide. I’m too weak to struggle. Joe stands between my legs and begins to force the bottle into my swollen, battered pussy. He doesn’t use any lube, so the initial penetration is brutal. Beth is screaming and struggling next me.

  I feel like I’m being torn apart. The wine bottle was much more pleasurable when my cunt wasn’t covered in welts from the strap and burns from the candle wax. However, once Jo
e has impaled me with it fully, my cream lubes up the bottle making his subsequent pounding less painful.

  Then I hear the buzzing. Someone has a Magic Wand. I feel the vibrating ball hit my clit and I moan in pleasure. I can’t help myself. Joe is fucking me mercilessly with the wine bottle, but now I’m raising my hips to meet his thrusts.

  I’ve been in so much pain for so long now, I need this pleasure. I grunt with need as I feel my climax building. The Magic Wand is switched to high sending me shrieking over the edge. My pussy spasms around the bottle and my body convulses wildly against the table. The men struggle to hold me down.

  The man holding the vibrator continues to hold it against my clit prolonging my orgasm painfully. The raw nerve endings in my clit can’t escape the power of the Magic Wand. Sparks fly across my field of vision. I buck my hips obscenely, trying to get away. Joe continues his brutal assault on my cunt as my body is forced to orgasm again.

  I’m on the edge of losing consciousness. My voice is hoarse from screaming, but the Magic Wand stays firmly planted on my clit. I’m not sure how much more I can take. Beth is screeching next to me, her body flailing to escape the Magic Wand pressed against her own over-stimulated nub.

  Finally, after a third orgasm from each of us, the Magic Wands are switched off. Beth falls still beside me; the final orgasm causing her to lose consciousness. I’m exhausted, but still conscious. The bottle fills my cunt, but it is no longer being thrust in and out.

  The men allow us to rest while they put away the tools and clean up the room. Beth stirs and reaches for my hand.

  Lucas and Joe return, this time Lucas stands beside me and Joe beside Beth.

  “Have you learned your lesson, Ava?” Lucas murmurs in my ear, brushing my hair away from my sweat-drenched forehead.

  “Yes, Sir Lucas. I’m sorry I disobeyed you.”

  “I hope the memory of this punishment will help you think twice next time you want to disobey me.”

  “Yes, Sir Lucas.”

  He pulls the wine bottle from my aching pussy.

  “All is forgiven, now, babygirl. There will be no further mention of this incident.”

  I smile weakly as he kisses my forehead before picking me up in his arms and carrying me home.

  The Twisted Ranch Series by Lily Brock

  Twisted Ranch Series #1: Interview at Twisted Ranch

  Ava is overjoyed when her boyfriend proposes, but in order to live with him at secretive Twisted Ranch she must interview with the leader, Daniel, and pass an entrance exam.

  At the interview, Ava discovers Twisted Ranch is an exclusive BDSM community. She learns the entrance exam is a series of four sexual tests, each focusing on a different part of her body. Daniel wants to explore her breasts, mouth, pussy, and ass. Although she is still a virgin and has no sexual experience, she is determined to pass Master Daniel’s kinky tests and prove she is worthy of membership.

  Can she overcome her inhibitions and allow this experienced older man access to every secret part of her body?

  (MF, reluctant, first-time, oral, anal)

  Twisted Ranch Series #2: Initiation at Twisted Ranch

  Daniel helps Ava prepare for her initiation at the secretive BDSM enclave, Twisted Ranch. Ava knows she will be losing her virginity to her new husband Lucas in front of everyone in her new community, but she has no idea what else they have planned for her. Daniel isn’t saying, but he is keeping her well-stretched to ensure all her options are open.

  When the big night finally arrives, Ava finds herself on full display for the men and women of Twisted Ranch. When the men line up to take a turn with their newest member, no part of her body is left unexplored—or unfilled.

  Can Ava push past her limits and show everyone she has what it takes to service the men of Twisted Ranch?

  (MF, FF, MFMMM, gangbang, first-time, toys, forced orgasm, oral, anal, bondage, fisting, impact play)

  Twisted Ranch Series #3: Training at Twisted Ranch

  After months of training, Lucas is ready to demonstrate Ava’s sexual masochism to a small group of friends at Twisted Ranch—an exclusive BDSM enclave. He enlists Ava’s best friend, Beth, to stimulate Ava during the demonstration, while he works her over with clamps and a cane.

  The audience is so aroused by her performance, they decide to continue the party. While Ava watches, Beth takes on all three men at the same time. When the men cum on Beth’s face, we well as in her pussy and ass, Ava is called back into service to clean up what the men left behind—and to pleasure Beth in the process.

  (MF, MFMM, FF, caning, clamps, toys, forced orgasm, foursome, oral, anal, rimming, double (triple) penetration, bondage, pain play, impact play)

  Twisted Ranch Series #4: Loaned Out at Twisted Ranch

  When Lucas schedules an overnight business trip, Henry asks to borrow Lucas’s wife Ava for the evening. Such requests are not uncommon at Twisted Ranch, an exclusive BDSM enclave, but Ava has never been loaned out before.

  This will be Ava’s first time under the complete control of a new Dom, and she is excited to see what he has planned for her. She will never forget his part in her initiation nearly a year ago.

  Henry is well-known in their community for his interest in anal sex, and he intends to open Ava up to new possibilities. With the help of his wife, Connie, and five other men from the community, he stretches Ava’s limits beyond her wildest fantasies.

  (anal, anal gangbang, anal fisting, toys, pain play, bondage, clamps, forced orgasm)

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