by Lacey Kane
I was already slipping down onto them more, which only caused me to cry harder. “Thank you, Master. Thank you for letting your fuck toy sleep with big cocks in her holes.”
Not that I thought I’d be getting any sleep tonight.
He went back to the bed, but he didn’t fuck Mary. He just shoved her so that she rolled off the bed onto the floor, and he climbed in. Within minutes, he was lightly snoring.
I tried to follow his example. Sleep was a rarity, so I might as well get some before the pain was too intense to bear. I closed my eyes and let my head drop back. As exhausted as I was, and as slowly as the bar was lowering me, I fell asleep relatively easily.
A sharp drop of an inch or more woke me sometime later, ripping a scream from my lips. Master woke just as suddenly. He sat up in the bed, watching as I cried and tried to adjust to the new sensations. I’d fallen down so far that my chains were almost taut, which meant I had to have at least six inches inside me already. Another drop like the last one would begin the merciless tugging on my clit and nipples.
He watched, stroking his cock to life as he listened to my sobs.
The way he had me hanging, there was no way I could pull myself back up, no means to alleviate any of the stress on my pussy and ass.
After a minute, he pulled Mary up from the floor. He put her on her back, so her hogtied legs and arms were beneath her, leaving her head hanging off the edge of the bed. He forced her thighs wide apart and drove his cock deep in her cunt.
The whole time he fucked her, his eyes were trained on me, watching the dildos disappear into my abused body.
He finished a lot faster than I’d ever known him to, shouting so loudly when he came that it startled me, and I jumped. That triggered my bar to drop another inch or two. I felt like I was being ripped apart. All I could do was sob, great, heaving, wracking sobs, but every movement only further enticed the bar to lower.
The chain was now taut against my piercings. Any more movement would tug them, pull them, threaten to rip the piercings free from my flesh.
Master shoved Mary away from him and climbed from the bed. He dropped to his knees before me a look of sheer fascination in his eyes.
“Please, Master,” I sobbed. “No more.”
He dropped his head to the floor and looked up at my cunt and asshole swallowing those giant dildos. For a long time, he stared at me from below, occasionally lifting a hand to spread my flesh further, aiding the process along. When he stood again, he went to his nightstand and got the camera, coming back to photograph me from dozens of angles.
Then he set the camera aside, looked at the clock by his bed, and returned to me. “It’s nearly morning.” There wasn’t any detectable emotion in his voice. “I didn’t loosen the bolts quite enough, it seems, so we’ll have to finish it off here rather abruptly. Once I loosen them and you start to lower, I’m going to cut off your air. You will come.”
I couldn’t speak through my sobbing, but I shook my head, desperate. He ignored me.
Once he’d loosened the bolt to my right, he put that hand around my throat, which was still sore from when he’d strangled me last night while fucking me. He reached to the other side and loosened the bolt, and he squeezed immediately, adding his other hand as I lowered onto the dildos.
The pain was the most exquisite I’d ever experienced in my life—searing, ripping, racing through to every extremity like fire. I gasped, choked, frantic for air. In my mind, I was clawing for it, for release, and then I exploded in a sort of euphoria I’d never known before.
It was achingly beautiful.
My tears would not stop, stinging and hot as they raced down my cheeks.
When finally I could breathe again, it was painful, so painful I wanted it to end. I wanted that moment of aching beauty to return, but I knew it couldn’t as long as I was breathing.
Master kissed my tears, licking the salt from my cheeks even as he pushed the bar down farther, farther, ripping me into a million tiny pieces. My nipples and clit were stretched to their limits and my ass was only a few inches off the ground when he finally stopped pushing.
Then his cock was at my mouth and his hands fisted in my hair, and I worshipped him in the only way I could at the moment. He fucked my throat more vigorously than I could ever remember him doing, hard and fast and perfect. I swallowed him, sucked him, wished I could massage his balls with my hands.
When the sun started to rise behind me, it cast him in a god-like golden light, which seemed fitting. He forced his cock all the way down my throat and covered my nose with his hand, while with his other hand he pushed me further down, telling me, “Come.”
I came again, as spectacularly painfully as the last time, hard and long and more intense than I could handle.
As I rode the waves of my elation, he shot his cum down my throat. I lapped it up greedily, swallowing every bit as I continued to sob in extreme pain.
Master backed away from me again to take more photos. When that was done, he released Mary’s bonds and sent her on her way.
“You’ve done very well, slave,” he said as he closed the curtains behind me. “Your last live feed went so well that you’ll be doing another today. One hundred thousand visitors are already online and waiting.”
He turned on the spotlights and the cameras, and started speaking much more loudly. “My fuck toy currently has about fifteen inches of three inch wide cock in both her cunt and her ass. Yesterday, she served as a urinal for me and my staff. The boys liked it so much that she’s going to repeat that today, all while staying in exactly this position.”
Oh, god. If I was going to be a urinal again, that meant he’d be putting the catheter back.
Sure enough, he moved toward me with the familiar tube he’d shove up my urethra. He cleaned me off with an alcohol wipe first, and then I felt the uncomfortable stinging sensation. It was, as expected, clamped.
“You’ll see her tits and clit are stretched out nice and painfully. And this—” he set a magic wand on a little stand so it was angled perfectly to drive my clit wild— “pretty much always makes her come. Plus she’s a pain slut. The more pain she’s in, the harder she comes. Those dildos inside her, these chains attached to her—” he tweaked the chain, causing me to scream— “and the position she’s already been in for about seven hours guarantee she’s in a world of hurt. So here’s how today will work. Any time one of my guys needs to piss, he’ll come up here and turn her wand on, then do his business. My fuck toy will drink his piss and thank him for it by sucking him off. They’ve all been told they’ll get a two hundred dollar bonus for every time she comes while they’re pissing or fucking her throat. My fuck toy, however, will be punished tonight for every time she comes, because she’s supposed to save that just for me.”
He winked at me, but I was already trying to mentally prepare myself for a day filled with trying not to orgasm while men tried to force me to do just that.
“Her punishment will, of course, be part of today’s live stream. The dildo in her cunt is measuring and recording all her orgasmic activity to resolve any concerns over when an orgasm begins and ends.”
Mary came back in, then, carrying a tray with my liquid breakfast and my first massive bottle of water. I’d finished the shake and was only halfway through the water by the time the first of Master’s chemists arrived.
“Will it count if I make her come while she’s still drinking that?” he asked Master, who was holding my water bottle to my mouth.
“No one else is in her mouth, so it can be yours.”
He flipped the wand on and pulled something out of his pocket. I was already fighting off another climax, but he pointed the tip of his pocket toy at the side of my breast, and it zapped me with electricity, and I lost my battle before the first cock hit my lips.
One look in Master’s eye told me he was already relishing the thought of what my punishment would be.
The day progressed exactly as you would have imagined after that point. Ea
ch time one of the chemists or Master came to piss in my mouth, he employed some new means or another to cause me new and unexpected pain, and each time I was on the losing end of the deal.
They brought floggers and whips and canes in with them, using them to strike my breasts and back and ass as I serviced them. They would pinch my nose closed or strangle me, as Master seemed fond of doing, and cut off my air supply. Sometimes they came in pairs, one of them being serviced while the other knelt behind me and forced my body up and down in a hard fucking motion, wreaking havoc on my insides and my pierced nubs all at the same time.
Including Master, there were twelve men I serviced throughout the day. By my conservative estimation, they each utilized my services on average three times today, and I climaxed a minimum of twice per servicing. When Master came to me, he forced me into six or seven orgasms at least, particularly because that was when he also drained my bladder down my throat, and several of the men drew four or five out of me at a go. Once Master came back with my liquid dinner and water, I figured I’d broken his rule and climaxed a minimum of a hundred times. It was hard to really keep track, though, with all the piss drinking and cock sucking and pain and orgasms.
I drank my meal as quickly as I could, because I just wanted to get the punishment done and over with.
“You came 113 times today, fuck toy,” he said as I was drinking. “That is very disappointing.”
He released the trio of chains tugging on my piercings, but left them attached to the rings. I screamed again as the blood rushed back into my tits and clit. Then he released my ankles and wrists. I fell down onto the dildos below me harder than ever, until they were almost completely embedded within my body. I had no strength left in my arms and legs to hold myself up. Eventually, he lifted me up off them and carried me out of his bedroom.
He took me into the lab, and I was placed in the cleaning area. Three of his chemists hosed me off with freezing cold water, scrubbing me from head to toe. When they returned me to one of the other chemists, he pushed three large balls connected by a string up into my cunt. Once he put them in place, they began to vibrate.
I moaned in pain, as my pussy shrunk back down in size until even this felt like a tight fit. They didn’t put anything in my ass, which seemed odd. Master usually liked to keep something in both of my holes, so he could keep me stretched out. He put my cock gag in my mouth, which I felt thankful for. It was so often between my teeth that it felt comfortable and familiar.
Then someone carried me over to where they often fucked the two female chemists after a day of work. Spotlights were shining on three separate areas they had set up, and Master was standing in the middle.
“My men will be taking part in your punishment tonight, fuck toy. They’ve each let me know which of these three setups they prefer. When it’s his turn, he will give you two lashes with whatever implement he chooses for each time you climaxed for him. Then he will fuck your ass. When it’s my turn, they will all leave. I’ll give you three lashes for each time you climaxed for me without permission today, plus five for any climaxes you succumb to during your punishment, and an additional ten for the fact that I have to punish you at all. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
They immediately started setting me up in the first scenario. A tall pole was bolted to the floor. They moved me to face it, and two men shackled my ankles to it at the bottom, while two more raised my hands high up over my head and attached them to more shackles up there, so I was stretched out. They tugged on my tits, pulling me forward so my breasts came around the center of the pole, and a metal clamp was fastened to the pole and down over my nipples with my piercings on the other side of it, so I couldn’t back away at all. They tightened it, and then tightened it some more, until I was sobbing again.
The first man gave me twelve hard strikes with a cane on my ass before he fucked me. The whole time he was driving into me, he used his hands to torment my breasts and rub my clit, and I climaxed about two minutes before he shot his load up into me.
The next man preferred a whip with knots at various intervals. He spread his sixteen strikes out over my thighs and back, and I started coming before he even got his cock into me. The knots were all it took, apparently.
Then I received eighteen strikes from a paddle, straight on my ass. I came twice while he fucked me, because he used his little zapper thing on my tits and my clit, over and over again while he rammed himself balls deep in my ass.
Twenty strokes of a cat o’nine tails rained down over my entire backside while I was still having aftershocks from the zapper, and I climaxed hard on the fifteenth strike. I came again when he scraped rough fingernails over my overly sensitive tits while fucking me.
Next came thirty more blows from the cane on my ass. He fucked me so hard afterwards that I came twice just because of how roughly he handled me.
Apparently that was all for the pole apparatus. They released my hands and feet first, then finally undid the clamp over my breasts. I nearly came again as the blood flowed back where it belonged.
My arms were brought up over and behind my head, bent so that my elbows met at the top and my wrists met behind my neck. They quickly tied my arms together like that while two more men spread my legs and shackled a bar between my ankles, forcing me to keep them apart. A hook hung down from above, and the chains attached to my piercings was placed on it. Then they raised the hook until I was forced to balance on my toes.
They didn’t use any other means of holding me in place.
That wouldn’t work out very well as soon as they hit me with anything or started fucking me. Essentially, they were going to have me hanging from my piercings. I started panicking immediately, which always made me climax harder. I was certain that was one of the reasons they’d chosen this particular means of restraining me.
Sure enough, as soon as the first blow struck—a flogger straight to the pussy—I lost my balance and all my weight was forced onto my tits and clit. I screamed into my gag in pain, almost immediately beginning to orgasm. From that point, it was all a blur of canes and whips and crops striking my tits and pussy, hard ass fucking, slapping, groping, and mindless orgasm after mindless orgasm. My will to prevent myself from coming got completely lost. All I could do was feel.
Somewhere in the middle of all that, my bladder tube was forced past my gag and down my throat, and I swallowed my own piss again.
I didn’t come down from it all until I was once more being hosed off with frigid water. It was Master doing it—the others seemed to have gone. My arms and legs were still bound, so I lay on the floor as he cleaned me, but everything else was gone—the vibrating balls in my pussy, my gag, and even my piercings. After a good hosing, he inserted an enema tube into my ass—something I hadn’t experienced since before his clients came to have firsthand experience with his toy. He gave me a douche and shaved me from head to toe. He brushed my teeth and had me gargle. Then it was time for one final hose down.
Once he’d finished, he picked me up and carried me back to the spotlighted area. “Are you ready for the rest of your punishment, fuck toy?”
“Yes, Master,” I said. I didn’t have it in me to do anything but comply.
He tied another rope through my bound elbows, then took my ankles out of the spreader bar. With that rope, he hung me from a hook overhead, pulling each end of it down to connect to one of my ankles. Once he finished, my back was severely arched, my knees were bent, and my weight was fully on my ankles and elbows.
He would be able to separate my legs from behind and fuck me in any way he wanted while I swung from the overhead hook. He forced a huge plug in my ass and returned the vibrating balls to my pussy.
Master kissed me long and hard, his tongue mating with mine. When he broke it off, he had both hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs pushing hard on my overly sensitized nipples.
“You climaxed twenty-six times while I was using your services today. You had twenty more orgasms during the first stage o
f your punishment. That works out to 188 more lashes before I fuck you. What should I strike you with?”
This felt like a trick question.
The knotted whip earlier had been the weapon which caused me the most pain, and thus sent me into climax easiest. Getting to orgasm state would be the easiest way of getting through it, but I was being punished because of all my hundreds of orgasms today. But anything he swung at me 188 times would surely eventually get me there.
“Well?” he said when I still hadn’t answered him.
“A paddle,” I finally answered.
“Interesting choice, given your current position. A paddle it is.”
He walked away from me to get one, and I wondered why he still hadn’t put anything on my tits or clit to enhance my torture.
I didn’t have to wonder long. Master’s first blow landed square on my right tit. I screamed as I fell perilously close to another climax, and he’d barely begun.
“Why don’t we make it 189, so it will divide evenly three ways?” he asked, swinging his paddle for my left tit. I didn’t answer, but he didn’t seem to require one this time. “Open your knees for me, fuck toy. Nice and wide.”
As soon as I complied, he swung upward to slap my clit and pussy. The force of it nearly caused me to lose the balls he’d put inside me, so I clenched down with my pussy muscles to keep them in place.
That action was the final straw in sending me into another climax. I shuddered and convulsed, screamed and cried, the whole time he was beating me. And I begged. He demanded that I beg.
“Hit your fuck toy harder, Master. Please, Master. Please hit your disobedient fuck toy on her titties. Punish your fuck toy’s naughty cunt, Master, please hit her harder.”
Over and over again, he made me beg for more, until at some point he didn’t have to make me anymore. A fuck toy wants what her Master wants. A fuck toy wants to be punished brutally for her misdeeds. A fuck toy wants to gift her Master with the screams of her remorse.