Part 4 Christine, I meet you your chastity belt...
4 Christine, I meet you your chastity belt...
(M/fff, Abd, NC, CB, Abuse)
By Kray Kray20@lycos.com
Back, to the dungeon, I lead Erika and Mary in a relatively spacious bar cell. I
let their arms constricted behind their back. <Kneel there you two! And you
Christine, stand up here you, widen your legs>
Under the astonished stares of her mates, I produce a strong plastic armour,
shaped as panty, and a strange metal sphere with a kind of rubber finger
attached onto it.
<Christine's chastity belt, I meet you Christine, Christine I meet you your
personal chastity belt> "Hohho..." <It is prepared expressly for your
body. Once locked, nothing un-allowed could reach your pussy... Not even a slim
finger. It is a 'self satisfaction proof' type. Hooh I know, I know, there would
be no purpose in your case, you are unable to climax at all,> I glimpse at
the two hog on the floor, they remained puzzled more again at my last assertion
<but it brings also further facilities. For example, here there is a special
link... one among the many, on which I'm able to fix this expressly made
Chinese-love-ball... Do you know how it works? No? It is so simple. The ball is
a hollow steel sphere, 4 cm of external diameter, which contains a second solid
steel sphere. The internal sphere is sustained from a spring, but this spring is
too weak to sustain it very well, then every movement of the external sphere
causes the internal one to knock into the external one. Moreover the external
sphere has a rubber sustain that I'm going to bolt to the chastity belt. This
way the love-ball will remain well dipped inside your love canal, exactly at the
height of your G-spot. Every movement of your, will knock the two spheres,
giving you an intimate stimulation. You are about to endure a long continuous
deep stimulation, Christine, because the chastity belt is studied so that you
are allowed to defecate... when there is no butt-plugs mounted, of course. And
it allows you to pee as well... when there is no urethral plugs mounted... of
course.> Christine expression becomes suddenly terrorized <Since I've
prepared it with only the love-ball implant mounted, I may decide to lock you
inside your chastity belt as long as I like you have only to trust in my
kindness ... Are you ready? No matter, you will be in few seconds> I grease
whole the internal chastity belt edges, included the metal invader, and then I
begin rubbing Christine pussy with lubricant. Then I kindly put the chastity
belt in place, slowly allowing her condemned pussy to accept the love-ball
invasion among her whines. And I lock the mechanism.
<As you would already noticed, there is no key or keyhole. There is an
electronic system lock. And only the right remote control could open it... This
remote!> I show them a remote control with a C marked onto it.
<But, in order to enjoy the love-ball to its best, you have to be heeled, and
I have what you need. Lift your foot!> I lace a second leather cuff Right
below Christine's permanent ankle cuff, which it keeps in place a beautiful
black spike 8 cm heel shoe. As I've finished she wears a pair of them, and she
can't slip them out without the key.
<So! Walk now! And enjoy my gift, slave>
A show! With their arms constrained behind her back and her jumping chest, at
her first unsteady pace she receives the first self produced knocks inside her
belly, which causes her to lose the balance. She's almost to fall, when the
sudden movement she does to regain the balance causes new harder knocks. She's a
continuous sighing "Oho... ooohhh... Mast... hoh..."
<You enjoy it I see! Now stop shacking and stood, I'm freeing your arms>
<You are trapped! Do you sense it?> "Y...yees, Master".
<I'm invading you, is it my right?> "Absolutely, Master".
<Do you feel the strong resistance of the shield that is now protecting my
absolute property?> "Hoh... Yes, Master"
<Do you know that there is also a rechargeable battery and an electric
torture system inside the fibreglass of your personal chastity belt?> "Hoohh,
nhoo, nhooh, please, Masteeer, nhoo..."
<Hooh, yes instead! But not today. Don't be in a hurry. Now run into the
cell>.
I leave Mary and Christine in the cell in the dungeon, and I bring Erika with
me. <Christine, I untied your hands because I would like you taking care of
Mary. Obey her orders! Do not dare to miss! And you Mary make her 'to walk' a
little now and then. Tomorrow you will report me if she has properly behaved...
Christine, why don't you begin massaging Mary's aching shoulders?>.
<Let's go sweet candy, you have to show your deep devotion to me this night,
because I've a great urge to whip your tender succulent body all over, and only
an incredible amount of your juice might convince me to postpone more the sight
of your whole body striped with hundred of red stripes>
"Nhoo, nhoo, Master... Tell me what I've to do... Please, I only desire to
properly serve you, Master". I support a knee on the floor, between hers, I
seize her nipples with my indexes and thumbs and I gently twirl them <Good
Erika! You see, you are understanding! That little brain you have, knows how to
make you surviving! I was sure of this, I knew... Now, do a further little step,
sweet Erika...> I increase the twirling action <You know that I don't like
too much tender slaves' nipples free. Then, what do you propose we have to do
about?> "...I... I don't know...YYYYEEEEAAAHH" I gave her nipples a good jerk
<You may to do better, Erika... Or perhaps do you prefer a long night of
whipping?> "Nhooo, Nhhooo, b... b... ut what would you... Those... those
clamps... perhaps..." <Yes, they might be an option, but don't you really
have any other ideas?> "Hoohhoo, nhoo, you want to pierce meeee...
pleeaaseee, nhooo" <There is nothing terrible, you already saw your mates>
"Pleeeaseee, Master, pleeeaaaaseee" <Ok, we'll do like this: I'm allowing you
to decide.> I slip on her a ball-gag which I steadily buckle behind her head
<Now you will stand up and you will take place onto the gynaecological chair
to get the piercings, or you comfortably bent over the padded horse on which you
will enjoy many types of whips and canes whole the night long> she's
hesitating stays knelt staring and mewing at me. Then I produce a leather crop
and I begin to harshly whip her flanks and external thighs. The sharp pain makes
her to stand up and run toward the scaring woman chair. Another good lash onto
her clasped thighs convinces Erika to lean her young legs into the stirrups, in
which I secure them.
I operate on her quickly, without exalting her fear and sufferance, then, fully
pierced exactly like Christine, I release her from the chair.
Useless to tell that she released again her bladder on the floor.
<Now run in the bedroom and wait for me there. You still have to earn another
night far from the whip, prepare yourself to give your best: I expect
enthusiasm, devotion and orgasms! RUN NOW!>.
I throw a last glance inside the cell. Christine is knelt over a cot with Mary
sat between her thighs that is enjoying a shoulders massage. <Good night my
slaves, I'm going to squeeze a lot of juice from your mate!>.
I took a great advantage from Erika's piercings during whole the night. At first
she complained a great pain in her pussy, but after the first hour of
discourteous abuses, she surrendered and started even to climax.
I proved an intoxicant pleasure making her to squirm continuously in the
desperate research of a hint relief from my uncountable wicked abuses all over
her tightly restrained and defencelessly smooth body. She's so fresh and tender,
so delicate and elastic. There are be more than one occasion in which, sweaty
and exhausted she almost abandoned her duties, but I always prevented her to do
it. She's too pleasant feeling such an exciting delicate body between my hands.
A simple gentle tug on a fresh piercing was quite enough to persuade her to
willingly expose this or that target to my next viciousness.
I made her to roll an infinite number of times all around my big mattress. She
often offered herself to me by her own initiative, widening her legs at their
most, in the desperate hope to calm down my spasmodic desire of total possess
over her. But I only pretended she had succeeded, to rewarding her for the
suitable offer. But after not more than 10 minutes of exploiting of her tamed
sex, I always restarted with many little torments on her pale innocent-like
fresh body.
<You know, you know you deserve it...> I was telling her <You know you
are not the innocent girl you pretend to seem... But you found the right master
for you... A master that knows your real nature of wore... Say it!... Say it! I
want to hear you admitting it...> And I don't think she's so smart to be able
to act, among continuous pain squirming and uncountable yells, her revealing
answers "...Y..yes, Master... I deserve it, Master... I always sold myself for
benefits... It is from my 14... I'm selling my body... Punish me, Master... I'm
a slut... Punish meeeee...".
Shit! What a night!
The sheets are all marked of little spots of blood from Erika's piercings
rubbing.
The following morning I'm only dreaming about another great night like this with
Mary... But it is still too soon, and moreover her pert tits are still too
damaged to enjoy them properly. But the wait will surely worth the prize to
dominate an arrogant and spoiled beauty like her.
And then... there is still the best surprise... Christine, that she still
ignores her real fate.
I use the next days to allow my slaves to heal their many piercings, and Mary to
recover her abused tits.
I employ that time to teach them how taking convenient attitudes and I use my
crop to push them to understand my instructions.
Erika is still used as succulent bed slave, and Christine is more and more drawn
into the humbling role of slaves' maid... the slave of slaves.
The two bitches love the power over the poor Christine. They both started even
mocking her for her chastity device and besides for the uselessly of it, since,
they evilly enjoy laughing at her that she's unable to climax.
Moreover I wickedly keep Erika's and Mary's arms always tied behind their backs,
sometimes comfortably, sometimes harshly constricted. This way I accelerate the
process of 'taking confidence' with the role of order-giver of both of them.
By now they both assertively use Christine for their normal needs and for their
own pleasure, and they are both increasing their own daily climax number.
They also started enjoy teasing her in some ways. For example, when the
love-ball is installed on Christine Chastity belt, they both enjoy forcing her
to trot, causing a never fulfilled stimulation under Christine G-Spot.
And I have to admit that I find so funny to mock Christine my way, calling her
'the licker slave' or 'sterile climaxer' always causing Christine to weep
ashamed and deeply humbled.
But very often I've a kindness toward her... only for her. A comforting caress,
or an encouragement word <Be patient, Christine. We are almost there. Trust
me, you will see... You couldn't even imagine what there is in store for you>
<Abandon yourself to these excitements you are tasting for the first time in
your life. You are growing up, and you are almost ready...>.
I feel a mix of amusement and anger, seeing how the two egoists are treating
Christine. She's became a slave in their mind, and they exploit that advantage
at their best. They always have an order in store for her. At first they gave
her orders in a sort of kind manner, but by the days they began to give her
direct orders, arrogantly and incessantly.
In many occasion they allied in order to shift their blames over Christine, even
enjoying satisfied Christine's consequent unfair ruthless punishment... with my
approbation and great amusement on torturing that lustful body, of course.
I'm unfairly punishing her, ignoring her pleading stare at me. She never dared
to complain, she only submissively asked for mercy <No mercy for you
Christine. You are a slave of slaves, you have only to serve and suffer!>.
But after she accepted the undeserved agony, I always found a moment in which,
far from the two bitches, I comforted her with a sweet massage with ointment or
something similar.
Despite she almost always remained with her hands completely free, Christine has
never showed signs of rebellion or even to self protection. She always passively
received whatever her master decided for her... And in the last weeks I've been
very hard with her.
Sometimes I bring my slaves to a real dinner. Three sat around a table, and
Christine knelt beside me with a bowl of food and one of milk in front of her...
on the floor.
Also my other two guests have to heat without cutlery, but in these occasion I
restrain them to their chairs in the way that they may use their hands.
Differently from Christine, to whom, instead, in these occasions I get great
pleasure from tying her hands behind her back. I love her silent warm tears
shedding in the bowl which she's eating from.
The two hog are by now almost heedless toward Christine predicament, as she was
not more one of them.
But things are almost to change, and I'm sure that the perfect moment is about
to arrive.
By Kray
A little comment?... No? What a pity! I would really appreciate it... Bye!
Kray20@lycos.com
