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She felt
so exposed, so vulnerable, stretched over the wheel as she was. It was an
ingenious device, the round center hub that arched her back nicely, and
extensions like spokes on either side to hold arms and legs outstretched and
spread. Each extension had bondage rings at different points, allowing her to
be held securely, and her legs to be bent at the knee. Her head dangled upside
down toward the floor between the arm extensions. The frame that held the whole thing had rings
as well, for the purpose of attaching ropes that led to the thigh cuffs she
often wore on the wheel. These rings allowed
her legs to be spread to the side as well as bent at the knee. The hub
rotated to any angle desired, raising or lowering head or feet, and locked in
place. The wheel, though one of her
favorite dungeon furnishings, always meant she was in for some serious torture.
Her
torture for tonight had already begun, and though she ached, her pussy was
leaking juices. He had wound ropes tightly around each tit before stretching
her over the wheel, turning them into twin purple globes on her chest. Over the
wheel, her blood engorged tits pointed at the ceiling and made an easy target
for the thin flexible fiberglass cane he had beaten them with. She knew from
past experience that the welts she felt rising on them would be a darker
purple, turning into bruises by morning. She knew he was enjoying the sight of
them wearing his marks as they were, and that he might well decide to torture
them further as he fucked her mouth, if that was what he decided to do with her
this time.
For the
moment, she rested, enjoying the ache in her tits as she listened for his
movements about the room. Head dangling downward, her view was limited, and she
was a bit surprised when she felt him unbucking her ankles from the restraints.
Surely he wasn't done with her yet, they had just begun and his lust and desire
to torment her had seemed to be running high. He pushed her feet higher toward
her buttcheeks, fastening them at the highest point of bondage on the
extensions. He then pulled her knees
wide apart, spreading them till she thought surely her hips would pop
free of their sockets, and fastened them off to the rings on the frame.
Had she
thought she was exposed and vulnerable before? She was even more so now, she
could feel the air currents in the room cooling her hot puss, her lips open
wide and wet with her juices as they were. His hands slid up her thighs as he
stepped between her spread legs, and she was glad she had given special
attention to her shave, not wanting him to find any stray hair. He pulled and
tugged at her pussy lips, moving them this way and that, checking, always
checking. Being bare for him was her responsibility and she took pride in
knowing that very rarely did he ever find any strays to punish her for. Not
finding any this time either, he chuckled at her wetness, sliding a single
finger up and down her slit. She heard a tiny click as the clip on a fairly
short elastic cord caught onto her hood ring, and moaned softly as he stretched
the other end of the cord up and over her belly, attaching it to the bondage
belt at her waist.
Her moans
turned to a gasp as he pushed two fingers into her. He began to fuck her hard
and deep with them, pinning her stretched clit under his thumb, the rocking
motion of his thumb as his fingers pushed in and out making her strain against
her her bondage in an attempt to take his hand inside her aching puss. With his
free hand he reached for a tit, pinching, making her cry out as he dug his
thumbnail into the base of her nipple. Switching to the other nipple and giving
it the same treatment, he warned her not to come as he pulled his fingers out
of her puss and shoved them up her ass. He was rough with her, knowing she
liked it, needed it, craved it, knowing the pain turned her on and seeing the
evidence in her leaking puss. Pushing her to the last possible moment, watching
her struggle against the need to orgasm in order to not disobey him, he
withdrew his fingers and replaced them with a plug. As he squeezed the attached bulb, it began to
grow inside her. He pumped it several times, filling her to the point of
discomfort, and then tugging at it to make sure it was secure.
Moving to
her head, he stuffed her mouth with a folded cloth, and then slowly pulled the
falls of a leather flogger across her face. Her heart quickened in anticipation
and he began to work the flogger, striking her first on the chest square
between the purple globes of her tits. Finding his rythm, he moved around her
in a circle, constantly swinging the flogger. Tits, chest, belly, thighs, they all felt the sting as he worked
his way around her. From every angle he struck her with it, circling once, and
then twice, listening to her whimper and moan her pleasure as the heat rose in
her reddening skin. Twice more he circled, the flogger never losing its rythm,
before stopping between her widely spread thighs.
Hesitating
only long enough to make her wonder what was next, he brought the flogger down
on her leaking puss, watching her muscles tense and hearing the sharp intake of
breath through her nose. The flogger flew in a figure eight, her puss the center
point of each swing, and her moans and groans muffled by the gag stiffened his
cock. Her pussy lips grew red and began to swell, and yet her cunt produced a
steady flow of juice. Replacing the flogger with a leather belt, he worked her thighs from knee
to groin, alternating back and forth. Her thighs covered in welts, her cries
muffled and nearly constant, he knew she was ready for the next step. Tonight
she would do more than cry out against the gag, tonight he would make her
scream. Taking careful aim, he swung the belt again.
Her body
jerked and then stiffened at the impact, tears filling her eyes as fire filled
her crotch. Again the belt caught her full between the legs and she moaned
deeply, pussy leaking fresh juices and eyes leaking tears that ran into her
hair. Again, and he heard a muffled cry
as her hips made a valiant effort to lift her puss to meet his belt. Again and
again, and he listened for the bell that would stop him amid the sounds of her
muffled screams, but the bell didn't ring. Her puss began to swell in response
to the whipping, and still he brought the belt down on her again and again, her
helpless struggles to bring her legs together exciting him as much as her
muffled sobs and the squishy smacking sound of each wet impact. The bell in her
hand refused to ring, and he whipped the pussy she had given him, watching it redden and swell. Her
struggles became a constant quivering in
her muscles, chest heaving with the sobs that shook her frame. He knew she was
near the limit of her endurance for the moment, and stopped briefly to allow
her to collect herself. His own desire to bring her the pain they both needed
her to have was not yet fulfilled, and he had no wish to push too hard and
bring the session to an early end.
Moving to
her head, he adjusted the position of the wheel a bit, making sure she was
positioned just so, and wiped her tears with a cool cloth. She calmed under his
touch, pulling herself together, knowing he was not yet done with her when he
left her gag in place. She ached all over, her back and legs from the strain of
her position, tits from the restricted blood flow and the caning that marked
them, pussy throbbing, swollen in response to the whipping he had given it, and
leaking juices that told of the arousal she felt in response to his torment.
Stepping
back between her legs, he stroked her soaking slit with a single finger,
teasing, making sure she knew there was more yet to come, making her think he
would bring her to orgasm as he ran his fingertip over her exposed clit. Her
arousal was rising again as he knew it would, and quickly. The swelling had
made her pussy tender and sore, so very sensitive to his touch. He slid both
thumbs into her cunt, fingers grasping her upper thighs as he pulled her widely
open. She groaned deep in her chest in response and a puddle of fluid from
inside her ran down over the plug protruding from her ass and dripped to the
floor.
"Look
at you, slut, you've made a mess down here." he said.
"A
good hard cock inside you, is that what you want? Tell me, slut."
He began
to rub his engorged cockhead over her slit as he talked to her.
"This
one? You want my cock, slut? Want me to fuck
you hard and deep, use you use you like the fuckmeat you know you
are?"
She began
to squirm under him, struggling to lift her aching puss and coax him inside,
muffled pleading he couldn't understand coming from around the cloth filling
her mouth.
"I
don't think you want it bad enough pet, I don't hear you begging.." And he
continued to tease her, delighted with her fevered attempts to convince him to
penetrate her, as sore as she was.
"I'm
not convinced slut, I'm sorry" he said, pulling back from her and hearing
her frustrated moan in response.
Reaching
for the oversized vibrating dildo he knew she couldn't see, he held it at the
opening to her cunt. She stilled in response, anticipating, not knowing what he
had in his hand, only knowing it wasn't his cock because it was cool rather
than flesh-warm. It was going to be a tight fit, what with the swelling and the
plug in her ass taking up room, but he knew she could take it, would take it,
that stretching her to the limit would fulfill the slut inside her, give her
the feeling of being used that she needed. Not to mention his own pleasure at
seeing her flesh strain to accept it, stretching and bulging around it's girth.
With
steady forceful pressure he pushed it into her sopping cunt, making her scream
again at the pain as it scraped against her tender lips, stretching and filling
her to the limit. Deeper he forced it, and then out again, in again, watching
as it dragged her pussylips back and forth with each thrust and withdrawal. He
knew she was again in tears though her initial scream at the pain of
penetration had leveled off into moans and groans as he pushed the limits of
her body. Once again pushing it deep inside her, he fastened it to the end of
the butt plug with a rubber band to hold it in place and turned it on before
moving to her head, crop in hand.
"Don't
you dare come, slut...not until I tell you, do you understand me?".
Seeing
her upside down nod of agreement, he pulled the cloth from her mouth and
directed his leaking cock in its place.
"Now
suck, and do it right."
She
tasted herself on him at first, and then his own taste as she began to work her
tongue on the cock filling her mouth. He stood perfectly still, making her put
all the effort into making sure not an inch of his cock was neglected. She had
no hands free to work with, his pleasure depended on the movements of her head
and tongue alone. She lapped and sucked
greedily, relishing the taste of his pleasure that leaked onto her tongue.
Crack!
She cried
out around his cock as the crop bit into her right nipple.
"More
tongue, get it moving."
Crack!
The left
nipple this time, bringing another cry from her as her cunt spasmed around the
dildo.
"Watch
your teeth, no biting."
Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Alternating
nipples, one after the other, nearly making her orgasm as she struggled to take
his cock deeper into her mouth. She couldn't stop the cries, couldn't stop the
tears, couldn't stop the juices that ran from her cunt as she sucked his cock
and his crop attacked her nipples. Muscles straining with effort, she tried to
lift her head and take him deeper, deeper, intent on serving the cock and the
man she had so willingly given herself to.
Finally,
his hips began to rock a bit, humping her upside down face as she continued to
suck him like her life depended on it. He was bumping the back of her throat
now, and she fought not to gag and tried to swallow him instead.
She heard
the swish of air just before the crop landed between her legs, to the left of
her stretched and swollen clit. He pulled back a bit from her mouth, and then
thrust forward, landing a blow to the right of her clit as he did so. Again and
again, matching the crop to his thrusts, he fucked her face and whipped her
already beaten puss. Her cries were muffled around his cock, and her body had
its own response, squirming and writhing in the bonds that held her as she
neared orgasm.
Reaching
down with his free hand, he grasped her behind the neck, pulling her head toward him as he thrust, a fairly light
blow directly on her clit making her cries sharper as her hips struggled to
rise. Again, a harder blow from the crop as he pushed deeper into her throat,
his balls barely brushing her forehead. She renewed her efforts on his swollen
shaft, sucking him hard and deep as he thrust into her. She was in her element,
truly being the slut she loved being for him, every fuckhole stuffed full and
used hard.
He pulled
back from her face, cockhead barely on the back of her tongue, gripping her
neck tight with his hand. A series of
blows landed with unerring accuracy on her clit, each one harder than the
last. He thrust into her throat, her
cries vibrating around his cock, both of them nearing orgasm now. Again he
brought the crop down on her clit, and then one last time.
"Now!"
he told her as he silenced her scream with his cock, pulling her head forward
as he thrust deep in her throat, choking off her air, balls resting over her
eyes. His cock jerked and twitched in her contracting throat as she swallowed
the seed he spilled into her and her cunt spasmed around the dildo as her own
orgasm tore through her pain wracked
body.
He
released her from the wheel, helping her stand on trembling legs. The ropes
were removed from her swollen tits after adding teethmarks to each one. Holding
her tight in his arms, her head resting
on his chest, he heard her words of gratitude, thanking him for using her and
allowing her to please him. Guiding her
down on all fours, he pushed her face toward the floor.
"Clean
your mess up pet, you leaked."
As she
did so, he slid the dildo from her cunt,
knowing from the tensing of her muscles that she was quite sore. Deflating the
plug in her ass, he removed it as well and replaced it with the one she slept
with every night. Clipping the leash to her collar, he stroked her hair and
stood to lead her down the hall to the bedroom. Tonight she would sleep in her
usual bondage beside him, well marked and well used, ever ready to offer
herself up for his pleasure once again.
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