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JODI’S TRIALS
Part Two
Jodi finds herself virtually in the same setting as since her abduction. Squatting, arms shackled above her head, she leans against the wall struggling to find some sort of comfort. She realizes she’s at another location, but the room’s identical to her previous cell.
Breasts, vagina aching from the lashings, she still feels that almost embarrassing churning deep inside her. A burning, tingling sensation begging for relief seems to be more of a problem for her then the physical aches and pains.
Dropping her head, she glances down toward her breasts, slowly rising, lowering with each breath. The gold studs sparkle from the tips of her twitching nipples, her rounded breasts parting as she arches her shoulders back against the cool surface of the wall. Salve glistens off her bare flesh, applied evenly across the multiple welts crisscrossing her naked body as she cranes her neck, catches just a glimpse of the stud impaling her pulsing clit.
Fingers twitching, she feels the shackles tugging at her wrists as she subconsciously attempts to lower her hands, to rub her breasts, to touch between her parted thighs, to give herself some relief. She even finds herself attempting to hump, grind her spread slit against her ankles, calves, twisted under her. Frustrated, she jerks at the chains, slams the back of her head against the wall, feels a tear streak off her check. Exhausted, she closes her eyes, tries to let her body relax as much as possible.
Time, barely exists. Minutes become hours as she continues to lean against the wall, squatting, spread eagled, muscles, tendons knotting, tightening as she squirms, twists. Her cell doesn’t change, same lighting, same temperature, same isolation, same shackled position.
Having just eaten, he leans back in his comfortable recliner, slowly rocking back and forth, watching, and listening at the monitor with interest at his latest project. The camera focuses directly above and in front of her shackled, naked body as she’s obviously distressed, frustrated.
He grins to himself as he thinks of her begging, practically pleading to be fucked during her workout earlier today. Her medication’s obviously working well; her thoughts about sexual satisfaction are overriding her more serious concerns. He may just give her some of that relief this evening, after letting his dinner settle. For now, he’ll let her simmer for a couple more hours. Closing his eyes, he relaxes, drifts into a sublime state as the afternoon sunlight filters thru the drapes. He’s in no hurry as he listens to her soft whimpers.
A couple hours pass, a blink of an eye for him, what seems like at least a day for her. He awakens, notices the darkness outside the drapes, and glances toward the monitor. She’s still squatting, squirming, twisting as her naked flesh shines across the monitor’s screen.
Stretching, swinging the chair around, he stands, stretches again, smiles toward the monitor, stretches the black hood over his head, steps thru the doorway, and turns down the hall.
She hears the door opening, glances up, watches apprehensively as he enters the cell.
“Ready to be fucked, Slave?” He bluntly asks.
Feeling her heart pound, she quickly lowers her eyes, catches a glimpse of his semi erect penis. “Huh? Ye… Yes Master!” She hears herself blurting back as she feels her breasts smacking together as she twists toward him, attempts to stand, feels her muscles bind, knot, burn in her almost numb legs.
Stepping practically against her, he unshackles her wrists, lifts her up, and twists her around. “Maybe we’ll give these titties a light workout first.” He adds as he clips her cuffs behind her back. “Come on. “
Stepping beside her, he slides his right hand across the upper curve of her thrust out left breast, tweaks the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and tugs it as he leads her from the cell.
“Oomph!” She blurts as she tries to follow, her legs burning, stinging as the blood starts to flow, circulate.
“Quiet!” He scolds as he gives an extra twist, tugs her across the hall toward the punishment chamber.
As the door opens, she can’t help glancing toward the instruments filling the far wall, again her heart picking up a beat or two, her stomach churning.
“Here! In the center of the floor. Kneel slave.” She hears him speak, drops immediately to the floor, stares straight ahead as he releases her nipple, steps toward the wall.
“Let’s see! Something for those globes of yours, something for the nipples.” He softly speaks as he glances toward her chest, back toward the wall.
Still staring, almost transfixed toward the multiple devices, she finds herself hoping for something the least painful, but what?
“Okay. We’re start with a nice pair of weights for those nipples. Then, let’s see, maybe one for your clit too!” He adds as he picks out what appears to be three lead weights, the size of golf balls, from the shelf. “Now.” Turning toward Jodi, he continues. “Those titties, you want me to use this?” Picking out a brim soaked hickory switch from a tubular vat with his other hand, he flicks it back and forth thru the air, spraying specks of brim across her breasts.
“Ohhh…. Noooo! Please…. Please Master! Not… Not that!” She whimpers as she subconsciously feels her breasts pulsing, her heart racing.
Expressionless, he drops the switch back into the vat, scans the shelves, and picks up a shinning, black, riding crop.
“Swish… Swish… Swish!” Back and forth, just in front of her quivering breasts, he barely misses flicking her nipples. “How’s this?” He almost grins, staring into her tear laden eyes.
“Ple… Please Master.” She begs. “They… They already hurt so badly! Please! No!” Shaking her head slowly back and forth, she stares pleadingly back.
Nodding his head, turning back toward the wall, he drops the crop on the shelf, turns back toward her. “Okay. Tell you what, just the weights, while you suck on my cock! Then, if I decide you did really good, I’ll fuck you! And not whip those titties! Okay?” Stepping toward her he reaches for her left nipple, clips the weight onto the stud, lets it drop.
“Ohhh! Ouch! Yes!… Yes Master! I’ll suck your…. Your cock! Real good!”
Gripping her right nipple, he quickly clips on the weight, lets it drop. “You didn’t thank me slave!” He admonishes, again feeling the rush as he begins humiliating her again.
“Ouch!… Ohhh! Thank you! Thank you Master for hanging weights from my titties!”
“How about that clit” He sternly directs, reaching down.
“Yes… Yes Master! Please hang a weight from my clit too! Please?” She hears herself pleading, still thinking of the whips, switches, trying her best to please him as she feels his hand between her spreading thighs, the weight clipped onto her tender flesh, dropped.
“Ohhhhh, God!” She moans, quickly recovering, tries to impress him, again that pain nothing to the alternative. “Thank you Master! For… For the weights on my tits and pussy! Thank you! Can…. Can I feel your cock in my mouth now?”
Smiling to himself, he steps directly in front of her, lets his swelling shaft smack across her cheek, nose, as she turns her head, opens her mouth, tries to catch his manhood between her lips. Reaching behind her head, he twists her hair in his fist, pulls her mouth over the head of his shaft. Slowly tugging his hand, thrusting his hips, he lets his shaft slide in and out, back and forth, slowly, each thrust just a little deeper, three, four, five inches.
Each thrust causes her to moan just a little louder, until the moans turn to gurgles. Six, seven, eight inches. Her cheeks swell, her throat stretches around his thickening shaft. The weights sway, jiggle, and bounce off her thrust out chest, from between her twitching thighs.
Trying to breath, she barely gasps every third, forth thrust as she clenches her fingers into her palms, behind her back, grinds her breasts across his thighs, the weights scraping, tugging, stretching at her nipples.
“Humph!…. Ummmph!…. “Hummmph!!! Nine, the full ten inches, ram past her stretched lips, scrapes her tonsils, and engulfs her swollen throat. Her eyes roll upward as her head jerks back and forth, her body shudders, she feels the head of his shaft pulsing, twitching, blocking her windpipe as his scrotum slaps across her chin, his pre cum mixing with her saliva, oozing, streaking from the corners of her mouth, dripping across the top rounded curves her swaying breasts.
Looking down, he feels the rush; his own built up feelings from the day’s experience with her. Gripping her hair, twisting it, he forcefully jerks his cock from her throat.
“Hoooossshhhh!!!” The suction sound emits from her mouth as she gurgles, wheezes, her hazed eyes staring upwards, toward his.
His cock, still throbbing, bounces, twitches as it slaps across her chin, the tops of her breasts, once again across her face as her naked body visibly twitches, the weights jiggling from all three studs.
He stares back, thinking to himself how her eyes resemble a deer’s in headlights. He knows she’s scared she hasn’t pleased him, terrified of the consequences. He feels the total power, control, he has over her. The feeling’s immense.
“Stand!” He sternly orders, remaining stationary.
“Ye… Ye… Yes Master! I‘m…. I‘m sorry! Please!” She answers, quickly standing, her breasts swaying, bouncing, the weights tugging, swaying off her nipples, clit. Her heart pounds, stomach churns, she can’t help glancing momentarily toward the wall full of punishment devices.
Again he stares into her eyes, watery, swollen, at any moment ready to flood. Reaching out toward her quivering breasts he unclips both weights, places them in his left hand as he unclips the clit weight with his right. Turning toward the wall he tosses the three round pieces of lead onto the shelf, turns back, steps past her. “Follow me.”
Her mind almost becomes numb, her thoughts scattered. Not sure of what’s happening she falls in step, follows him out the door, down the hall, watches in confusion as he opens another door, steps beside it as he turns toward her.
“Enter!” Again he gives a single command as he steps aside.
Head lowered, breasts still thrust outward, she feels his hands grip her wrist cuffs as she enters into an extraordinary master bedroom suite with a huge bed, covered in white linen against the far wall. First one, then the other cuff’s gently removed as she feels her arms released to their normal positions for the first time in God know how long.
“Onto the middle of the bed. On your back, spread eagled. Eyes closed.” He instructs in the same monotone voice.
“Yes Master!” She finds herself replying as she hears the door shut, what must be a couple of locks, clicking, as she walks toward the bed.
Again her mind races… What now she thinks… Punishment… Or?… Her stomach flutters, her heart races as she leans across the bed, rolls over onto her back, closes her eyes, stretches, spreads.
Watching her as he locks the door, he again admires her sensational body. Her breasts, almost too large for her slender, athletic frame, jaunt upward off her chest, even while lying on her back, arms spread outward. Glistening, her muscles, tendons ripple as her hallowed stomach flexes under her defined ribcage.
“Don’t move until I tell you.” He softly whispers in her ear as he leans over the bed, places a black silk scarf across her closed eyes.
Reaching behind her hair he ties a knot, securing the scarf securely in place as he gently flicks across her earlobe with the tip of his tongue, watches with amusement as her chest bucks, her breasts sway, she gives a slight sigh.
Feeling the scarf wrapping her head, opening her eyes, she can barely make out the faintest of shadows at best. The sensation of her ear being licked has instantly stirred her stomach, womb. She’s almost afraid to think of what’s next.
Again standing, he undoes his mask, slips it off, drops it onto the floor, and slides onto the bed beside her. Kissing softly on the side of her neck, just below her earlobe, he whispers gently. “I expect the best fuck you’ve ever given… Jodi!”
Almost startled, hearing her name, feeling the moist lips caressing the side of her neck, again she bucks as she stutters. “Ye! Ohhh yes, Master. Yes!” Feeling his body sliding next to hers, his bare flesh touching hers, she stiffens, anticipates.
“Don’t move until I allow you! And, remain silent.” He again whispers as he lets just the tips of the fingers of his left hand glide across her bellybutton, upwards, toward her sternum, his wrist barely touching, brushing across the very tip her right nipple as her naked, glistening body twitches, her abs rippling.
“Ooohhhh!” The lowest of moans as she struggles to remain quiet, not to alienate him as the warmth, tingling, spreads from deep within her groin.
His left hand slides across her thigh, softly brushes upwards, the tip of his index finger reaching, flicking, gently rubbing, then carefully twisting the gold stud impaling her twitching clit.
“Aaaahhhhh!” Again she lets out a moan, just a little stronger, longer as she feels her hips twitching, her stomach, and womb rumbling.
Laying the side of his left cheek across the hollow of her fluttering stomach, he glances downward, across her glistening pubic mound as he gently manipulates the gleaming stud. He feels the twitching of her stomach against his ear as he rubs it across the moist bare flesh circling her bellybutton. Still reaching above him with his left hand, he continues to tweak, twist her right nipple stud with the same intensity, in the same sequence, feeling both her clit, and the areola, nub of her nipple, harden, swell under his touch.
“Ahhh… Ahhhh…. Aaahhhhh!” More soft moans with each rasping breath as she licks her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, stretches her arms further apart, spreads her thighs even wider, arches her back, thrust her hips upwards, presses her breast against his hand.
“Don’t cum! Understand?” He practically scolds as he continues to masturbate her clit and nipple, stroking, melding, twisting, and tugging, ever so gently, in rhythm.
“Oooohhhh! Yes… Yes…. I’m trying Master!” She moans and grunts as she reflexively gyrates under his feathery soft touches. Her entire body twitches, rumbles, spasms, from her breasts, vagina, to deep inside her womb as she tries to force herself to obey.
“Please…. Please…. Master! Please fuck me! Please fuck me now! Make me cum!!!! Fuck me!!!” Bucking, quivering under his continued manipulation of her most sensitive flesh, she can’t even tell if she’s actually blurting out, just thinking, or what, as she forces her arms, legs to stretch, stiffen, her toes to curl, her fingers to dig into the palms of her hands.
Sliding his face down across her pubic mound, he slides his right hand under her but cheeks, lifts. “Spread those thighs wider!” He orders as he pinches and tugs a little harder on her right nipple.
“Yesssss… Okay….Okay!” She grunts as her legs stretch, spread across the mattress.
Shoving his jaw between her thighs, he flicks his tongue across her inner thigh; his hand lifts her hips higher off the mattress. He flicks the tip of his tongue further back, across the slender membrane separating the rim of her anus from the slit of her moist vagina.
“Oooohhhh…. Goooooddddddd!!!!” She blurts and grunts as she feels her hips jerking, twitching with each flick of his tongue across that membrane, the twist of his fingers across her nipple. “God…. Master…. Master!… Please Oh God….Please fuck me!!!!… Fuck me!!!!… I’ve got to cum!!!!!”
Raising his face, he sees her entire body, jerking, quivering, covered in perspiration, the sheet beneath her drenched, especially under her hips, buttocks. Slipping across her right leg, he slides between her thighs, pulls her hips toward his, rams his entire, throbbing ten inch shaft in a single powerful stroke between her wet, puffy labia lips, across the gold stud impaling her clit, completely into the stretching, spreading walls of her soaked vagina.
“Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” A screech, squeal pierces the room as her body bends, twists shakes under his.
Grabbing both breasts by their base, he twists, melds, squeezes as he pounds in and out, in and out, the head of his shaft sometimes sliding partially out past the twin folds of her vulva stretching around his thickening shaft before pounding back in, over and over. The gold stud drags in, disappears, and slides back out, back and forth, against his shaft.
Her body shakes, arches, bucks as she stretches, grunts with each thrust. He feels her vagina walls tightening, flexing around his huge shaft as her stomach rumbles under his. Riding her, feeling her body bucking, the spasms, he holds on to her breasts as if he’s mounted on a wild animal.
His groins burn, rumble, he feels his pent-up sperm ready to explode. “You can cum…. Now!!!… Now” He grunts as he leans over her flailing breasts, twisting tugging them toward her sides as he thrusts inward one last time, harder, deeper, his scrotum slapping against her butt cheeks, his load of cum spurting, spurting, spurting, deep inside her.
Her mind races, finally! “Ooooohhhhhh…. Yes…. Yessss…. Yessssss!” She feels the explosion of her own from deep inside her womb, thru her bowels, between her thighs. Screaming, her hips grinding against his, her breasts shoving the backs of his hands against his chest, her legs wrapping around his thighs, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, her entire body thrashing, gyrating against his as her cum squirts, mixes with his, splashing between their clenched thighs as they hold, grip each other tight, their faces touching, their mouths, lips locking, twisting as they continue to grunt, flex, jerk on the drenched bed sheet. Sweating, twitching, breathing heavy, they embrace, kiss, and caress each other, finally, he rolls off.
She again assumes her spread eagled position; drenched in sweat, heart pounding, catching her breath. God, her first orgasm since her abduction.
He rolls off from the bed, stands, slips a cover from a pillow, begins wiping himself, looks at her laying there, naked, sweating, beautiful, his. Impressed with how the chemicals work well on her, he’s also thinking that just maybe, it might not be just the chemicals.
“When the door shuts.” He addresses her. “You may get up. Use the bathroom, the tub’s already filled to cleanse your self. Remake the bed with the fresh linens on the dresser, and sleep in this bed tonight. It’s been a long day for you.” Turning toward the door, he unlocks it, exits, and relocks the lock.
End Part Two
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