The woman removed one of the most unbearable pegs on her hip and as Samantha settled down one was stripped from her chest. After the heinous stress of the previous removal, Samantha’s answer to this second loss was less energetic.
“Well, if my attentions are so paltry, we’ll just have to try again, then won’t we!” growled the woman.
The freed peg returned and deliberately targeted the last area where a flight had left Samantha a quaking wreck. The wicked reunion made her head strain up as she hummed against the pegs that captured her lips.
“Much better,” commented the woman, and returned to her process of lethargic and malevolent removal.
Samantha made sure that even when the loss of a peg was not as severe as with others that she accentuated her response as best she could, or at least gave some moans and groans to acknowledge her pains.
The amercement was not as bad as she thought it would be. True, the pegs hurt, but it felt good to wail against the pinched gag, to feel so abandoned to the unrestrained malice of a sublime female sadist. She imagined herself being interrogated, in being forced to confess a secret she did not have or dared not reveal.
The pulls to her ears and cheeks were conducted with a more meticulous level of asperity. Mistress Carol teased the flesh awhile then pulled steadily away until the skin was charged with ardent stress. Only then did she squeeze the peg and let the rising hillock of flesh snap back into place.
A couple of pegs left her lips. Samantha screwed her eyes shut and muttered her misery as the tender perimeter of her mouth was left swimming with throbbing heat.
The woman gave a purr of delight and removed the others, leaving Samantha able to give a clearer path to her sobs and cries. It was clear that she would have to refrain from speaking, otherwise she would suffer the pegs again.
The pegs on her legs started to depart, and when those on her sex were attended, she was flinging herself against the bonds and bellowing aloud from the effects. Mistress Carol was ebullient and could not pass up the opportunity to repeat the ordeal and watch Samantha’s most titillating struggles.
“First, let’s make sure we get a little more control over your motion,” she commented.
Samantha looked up a little and saw that the clover clamps were once more in the woman’s gloved hands. Samantha’s expression became one of dismay as the devices returned and grabbed her sore nipples. Samantha gave a lengthy mewl of pain and her head dropped back to the padded surface of the table as she fought to contain her begging pleas for clemency.
A section of slender chain with clips at either end appeared. One end was snapped to the links connecting the clamps then the steel string was drawn around Samantha’s raised thighs. Mistress Carol pulled at the chain to increase the effects of the clamps and have Samantha fight to draw herself up as much as she could. Fighting the straps and bringing her legs back as much as she could, the other clip finally snapped to its opposite. Samantha was now forced to stay in the straining pose else any wriggle or movement add new stress to her racked and captive nipples.
With Samantha rendered even more immobile through such a predicament, Mistress Carol turned her attention back to Samantha’s quaking loins.
The woman strolled to what Samantha had assumed was a small cupboard. Mistress Carol opened it and the interior lit up to expose a small fridge from which she took a tray of ice cubes. Samantha closed her eyes, aware now of what direction the woman’s rigorous affection was going to take.
Mistress Carol stood between Samantha’s straining legs and bent the tray back to loosen the icy nuggets in their holes.
With a wicked sneering grin, the dominatrix took up a cube in her gloved fingers and began to draw it along the length of Samantha’s pussy. The cramping chill poured into her sex and made her shake and stammer her despair. The ice was aching and intense and Samantha thought that this would be the limit of her ordeal. Then Mistress Carol took a firmer reign on the melting nugget and thrust forward. Samantha gave a shout and arched against the tight straps as the freezing orb was driven into her tracts. The chill was hideously unendurable and she clenched and fought to eject the intruder. However, Mistress Carol kept a pair of fingers sheathed within her to hold it in place. The grip of Samantha’s convulsing womb to her hand seemed to make the woman shudder with exquisite despotic rhapsody.
The cube was swiftly melting against the hot internal walls of her sex and Samantha’s pained response started to ebb. She settled for a moment and gave a soft moan of pleasure as the intruding fingers slithered back then started to pour back into her. The stimulating glide eased her sorrow then began to make her relish her position when plastic smoothed digits started to swirl against her clit.
Samantha’s brief pleasure was banished as Mistress Carol exploited the distraction and armed herself with another ice cube. One set of fingers vanished and the others pushed the next cube into Samantha’s rear. The scorchingly cold nugget rushed into her, spreading its arctic aura onto her membranes. The drastic temperature change was excruciating and Samantha trembled as she strove to withstand it. Her sphincter clenched against the intruding fingers in fits of strain as she levied her muscles and fought to spit out the demonic ice cube. She dared not complain and so was left with nothing to do but impotently try to get the cube out amidst shaking cries and moans of displeasure.
“Time for another one, slave,” eagerly stated the Mistress. She was obviously trying to get Samantha to break her imposed silence and thus earn another lesson in obedience.
A fresh cube was crammed into her and lifted Samantha’s cry of response to new pitches. As each cube melted and left cool trickles of water running from her rear, Mistress Carol inserted a new one to continue the travail. Samantha would have thought that her insides would just go numb and ease the ordeal, but instead they just seemed to grow more susceptible to the cold with each cube that slowly melted away inside her, taking away her heat and plaguing her with wrenching internal cramps. When the whim took her, Mistress Carol ploughed a nugget through Samantha’s sex to bring terrible cold to her recently recovered pussy before thrusting the baleful chunk into her anus.
The profligate fancy of the woman passed and she put the tray with its few remaining cubes back in the fridge. Mistress Carol returned to Samantha’s abused hindquarters and decided to continue harassing her most intimate areas with sadistic tendencies.
Samantha could scarcely believe that another woman could be so manipulatively spiteful to another of her gender, but this lack of compassion only made her seem more of an accomplished and skilled Mistress. It also made Samantha appreciate Lady Morgana in a new light, because although she was finding some hint of pleasure in this castigation, and would no doubt truly relish the experience in retrospect, she could not bear such callousness on a regular or permanent basis. The contrast between Lady Morgana and Mistress Carol made her more appreciative of the relatively benign ownership that Lady Morgana offered.
Without any preview, the pegs began to congregate upon the hapless flesh of her chilled loins and pinch her shut. Then they began to dot her thighs. Each time a peg was set to her skin, Samantha involuntarily struggled. The movements pulled terribly at her nipples and made her fight even more tenaciously to stay motionless.
While Samantha sought to abide the ghastly position, Mistress Carol busied herself threading a string through the springs of each peg. She wove the cord through the entire flock and by doing so linked them all together.
Before she could watch what happened next, Samantha was made to drop back and howl as both the clamps on her nipples fled and let the worst effects yet course through her bosom. Through tear-bleared eyes, she saw Mistress Carol climb up onto the table.
Samantha stared with potent lust as the Lycra and PVC-clad form towered over her. Her eyes locked to the image of the shorts. The woman’s parted legs gave Samantha an unparalleled view that made her wilt into her servitude even more rapidly. The woman was beautiful and implacable.
Her sadism had entranced Samantha and even though it was heinous to endure, she was loving every moment of this most powerful of sessions.
Still fixated with the tight shimmering panes of plastic skin that gripped the woman’s body, Samantha barely noticed her pass the string through another small eyelet in the ceiling, one that lay directly above her head.
Mistress Carol got down and presented the other end of the string to Samantha’s mouth.
“Bite on it,” she ordered.
Samantha craned her head forward as much as she could and snapped her teeth to the string. Already she could see what was coming and tried to ready herself to accept it.
“I’m going to cane you until you’ve pulled all of them off, slave,” she stated with conviction, as though this were some sort of scientific experiment and Samantha was the meek test subject.
Samantha stared at the string and with a slight pull felt the line drag at the pegs and increase their mayhem. She closed her eyes and tried to summon every particle of her strength. Samantha had some serious doubts as to her ability to actually pull the malicious pegs from her rear and thighs. Then the cane swung inward and caught the base of her rear. Samantha’s initial reaction was to drop her head back and cry out through clenched teeth. The action served to help her achieve her goal and pulled the first few pegs from her body. The slide of each set of jaws as they slipped back and caught a final snip of skin before coming free was hideous to experience.
The cane returned and Samantha battled to obey the will of the Mistress. Her head touched the table top and brought a few more pegs off her thighs. Jerking her head forward, she used her tongue and lips to gobble up the slack length of string and gain another purchase on it. Hauling back, she hollered through gritted teeth as the pegs started to slide back one at a time and come free. The cane savaged her twice more during this time and helped improve her speed. The agonising impacts had her drop back again and haul the pegs from her in quick succession.
The last of her pull took away the first of the devices that were holding to her sex. The intensity of that final flight almost had her drop the string as she wriggled and fought for self-control against the brutish ordeal.
After devouring the slack string again, she was momentarily paralysed when another vivid hack caught the base of her rear. Samantha swallowed for courage. With fresh tears in her eyes, she threw her head back. The five pegs crimping her pussy slipped back and clicked shut when the skin fell from their angry maws. The last one came free and Samantha was left gasping for breath and burbling with abject dismay as she fought to recover.
“Wow, that was some show. Marvellously enthralling. In fact, I think I want to see that again,” said the Mistress.
Languid on the table, Samantha merely murmured quietly to herself as she felt the pegs being applied over her breasts and around her nipples. Still linked by the string, the pegs were set in place and the saliva-moistened end was again presented to Samantha. Looking to the elated visage of the Mistress, she reached up to try to bite to the string. The woman suddenly changed her mind and moved it away at the last moment. Samantha’s teeth chomped on vacant air.
“Wait, I’ve a much better idea.”
Mistress Carol quickly opened the mitt that was capturing Samantha’s left hand. Giving the freed extremity the string, the woman stepped beside her and lifted the cane in readiness.
Samantha wound the string around her palm so that her arm could rise up and hopefully she could perform the deed in one go. The spare hand of the Mistress clamped over her mouth and pushed her head back into the padded table. The PVC-clad hand served as both a means to hold her down and to subdue her imminent screeches.
The cane broke into sudden activity and started to apply swift strokes to her inner thighs. The harrowing swats made Samantha draw upon the cord and holler against the hand of the Mistress. The woman seemed to surge with arousal as she watched Samantha perform. Such was her relish in seeing Samantha’s distraught expressions that it almost appeared as though Mistress Carol had spontaneously had an orgasm.
The pegs popped free one at a time as she fought to resist the need to pause. The cane was unrelenting in its pace and the longer she took to banish the pegs from her assets the more hateful swipes of the weapon she would gain for her tardiness.
The two pegs that added a heinous peak to her nipples stretched at the abused tips and eventually came free with one final jerking pull. Samantha’s squeal of anguish and her spasmodic fight to launch her head up and announce her sorrow in all its clarity was kept buried beneath the woman’s glove. Snorting and wheezing for breath, Samantha watched as the Mistress kept her pinned down and examined her unfolding travail. Samantha’s pain condensed into tears that joined with her sweat and ran down her face.
“That’s more like it. Mmmmm, such a beautiful image,” said the woman with a lascivious pant. “But after all that ice we should warm you up a little. After all, we don’t want you catching cold now do we, slave?”
Samantha let her head loll aside so she could dismally watch as Mistress Carol wandered over to a shelf and took down one of the fat candles that were stored there. The moment of despair flicked to one of desire as she locked her stare to the nubile curves and entrancing fabrics. The woman was gorgeous, and Samantha swiftly found a new hunger for more savage play between them.
Flicking a Zippo into life, she lit the wick and delivered the stout black rod back to Samantha’s side. The flickering amber tear of flame illuminated Mistress Carol’s leer of algolagnic fervour and Samantha readied for yet another torturous ordeal.
Mistress Carol held the candle up and let it drift over Samantha’s prone form, teasing her with where it would attack first. Samantha stared at the wandering candle and began to flinch as it occasionally tipped then stopped before spilling any wax. Mistress Carol continued to threaten her with waxen rain for a few minutes more than eventually delivered on her promised pains.
Ethereal droplets fell onto Samantha’s chest, pitter-pattering across her torso and releasing a sudden fierce storm of ardour into her skin. Samantha jolted with the arrival of the dark purple splashes and her cries were suddenly clamped into murmurs as the woman again held her down with a gloved palm over her mouth. Fighting against the hold over her face, Samantha continued to answer the steady lines of hideously hot wax that fell onto her form. Her chest rose and fell on deep gasps.
The controlled howls then jumped up to new realms of effort when the waxen torrents started to fall onto her shuddering breasts then worked their way up to the very tips. Samantha tried to waggle her chest, to carry her breasts out from under the wax but the tie downs prevented any such evasion.
The hardening crust of dark wax cracked as her body convulsed and lurched. This allowed the fresh trails to exploit the breaches and re-assail the previously coated areas of her skin.
Mistress Carol continued her chosen torment with brazen ecstasy. The candle’s flame reflected in the dark pools of her eyes as she relished the spectacle of Samantha’s distress.
Leaning down, she poured a trickle onto Samantha’s inner thighs. The vibrant effects had her straining to close her legs because she could see all too well where Mistress Carol would proceed next. Her prediction was accurate but there was nothing she could do to stop it. She felt her toes tingle as her fight against the ropes impeded circulation a little more, but pins and needles were a small price to pay if they would prevent hot wax on her pussy.
The damning tilt of the candle caused molten darkness to slip the edge and rain down onto her pussy. Samantha’s fight against the imprisoning hand reached critical levels as she answered the searing monsoon. The droplets continued to slowly coat both her shaking womb and her kicking and formidably bound legs.
Samantha strained with all her might to try to do something to end the ordeal but Mistress Carol had served her up to this nightmare with implacable skill. She could not move, could not escape, could not even shelter herself, or beg the
gorgeous miscreant to stop.
The effulgent drizzle stopped and the woman blew the candle out. After a few moments to ensure that Samantha had recovered her composure, she removed her hand from Samantha’s face. The token consideration allowed Samantha to re-gather her strength and keep her words of weeping outrage under control.
“Don’t move, slave,” warned the woman.
Samantha opened her eyes and froze when she saw an ornate knife in the woman’s hand. Mistress Carol leaned in and with the curved blade began to very slowly sweep along Samantha’s skin as though she were shaving her. The brittle coating of wax was methodically peeled from her with small scraping motions and with picking attacks on the more stubborn spots.
Samantha kept as still as she could and breathed with shallow sluggish precision lest a gasp or twitch cause her to cut herself on the preening blade. Obviously enjoying the intimidation of her slave, Mistress Carol cleared away Samantha’s torso. The shedding of the wax that encased her breasts was the most frightening, and as Mistress Carol worked her way up to her nipples, Samantha had to close her eyes and look away lest she lose her vague portion of courage. The attending of her assets suddenly seemed simple when Mistress Carol moved between her legs and slowly and carefully began to clear away the wax that clung to her inner thighs and also formed a shell over her abused pudenda. Not one scratch or cut was acquired, but it had still been a frightening process for Samantha to watch and experience.
With the majority of the wax cleared, the woman decided to maintain her regime of abuse and chose to brush the remaining flakes away with a flogger. Proceeding to a cabinet, she slid the frosted glass door back and let her fingers skip along the choices within until she found one that met her tastes.
Mistress Carol removed a heavy leather handle that released a bushel of long leather ribbons. She returned to the table and proceeded to idly swat them across Samantha’s frame. The stinging slaps of the whip were nothing compared to the savagery of the cane and Samantha almost managed to enjoy the playful lambasting.
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