Beneath

PAIN

       After my break, Darns brought me to a different room.  It was an office like Murond's but it was bare.  It didn't look like it was in use by anybody.  Not only were there no office supplies, there were no little nesting trinkets: no plants, no photos, no decorations.  I stood in front of the desk and Darns went behind it, rummaging through drawers.

       He placed a whip on the desk.  It has a thick handle and what looked like hundreds of leather straps at the end.  My fear may have been exaggerating the number of straps but there were quite a lot.

       He placed a long chain on the desk.  It was a nest of chain with large, intimidating clamps ensconced in it. 

       "Choose," he said, still rummaging in the desk.  I didn't even have to think about it.

       "The whip."

       He looked at me, grinning, "Good choice.  The clamps are my favorite."  I almost corrected him before realizing what he had done.  It came out as, "No, I...oh."

       He lifted a blindfold and a gag.  Again, he said, "Choose."  He couldn't expect the same trick to work again.  If I chose the blindfold, it would be because I wanted the gag.  So I should say I wanted the gag.  But, he may know that I was working that angle.  If I said I wanted the blindfold, he could give me the blindfold just to mix it up.  I sagged, dejected.  There was no way to play this safely.  I just had to say one and hope I got the gag.  I wanted so badly to be able to see what was coming, to be able to brace myself.

       "The gag," I said. 

       "Blindfold it is," he said, throwing the gag in the drawer and closing it.  He opened another drawer and produced a hand full of cuffs.  After lifting my dress off of me, he cuffed my arms behind me in three places.  He first pulled my upper arms back and cuffed them together as closely as my bones would allow.  He did the same just above my elbows and again at my wrists.  My chest was pushed forward as though I was offering it for abuse. 

       He put the blinder on.  I could only just make out a little light from below.  He took his time putting each clamp on.  He pinched my right nipple, pulled it, stretched it out.  Then I felt the cold of the clamp.  As it bit down, I said, "Ow.  Ouch.  Sir, that really hurts."

       "Shhh."

       He did the same with the other.  "Mmmmmgh."  I kept my mouth shut tight.  I didn't think I could take the pain.  I wondered if my nipples were being mutilated.

       He put a clamp on each labia.  He did this quickly and I forgot myself.  I said, "Oh fuck!  Ouch!  Oh fucking hell!!!"

       I felt him standing next to me, pressing against me, "Shhhhhhh!"  The chain was tugging slightly from its weight. 

       I shut my mouth again, whimpering, hopping from one foot to another.  The chain grazed my stomach lightly.  Then he grabbed it and pulled it.  I tensed my legs, stood on my toes.  I was breathing hard through my teeth.

       "I bet that hurts like a motherfucker."

       "Yes, sir!" I said, louder than I meant to, loud like he was far away.

       "How long do you think you can stand it?" he asked.

       "I don't think I can.  Please, take it off, sir.  Please.  I beg you."

       "You what?"

       I felt a surge of hope.  I may have hit one the thing he wanted to hear.  "I beg you.  I beg you.  I implore you."        

       He dropped the chain.  I stood, writhing.  "You implore me?  That's nice.  Think of another word for me."

       "I....I....I beseech you."

       He pulled the chain again.  "Beseech!  I like that one.  Can you think of another?"  I moved toward him to lessen the pull but he only moved back.  This is how we ended up walking around the office together.  "Come now, think of another word.  Be a thesaurus for me."

       "Um, ow, um, ouch, um, uunh, I um, aaaaauuuuuunnnnn, I can't."

       He let go of the chain and slapped me hard across the face.  "You can't, what?"

       "I can't think of.......I can't, sir."

       "Come on, one more.  One more and I'll take them off."

       My mind raced but couldn't find any purchase.  Desperate, I said, "I humbly request you....deign to...do me this charity..."

       "No," he snapped.  It sounded more like 'new'.  "Not a sentence.  A synonym."

       "I'm sorry, sir.  I can't think of any, sir.  Please, sir."

       "On your knees."  I dropped immediately.  I heard a zipper, rustling fabric.  A penis entered my mouth.  I sucked it, moving my whole body back and forth, from both agony and the pressing need to please.  I was moaning in pain as I sucked him.  Pleading, desperate, entreating moans.  Entreat.  That was a word.  I had to finish him off first, though.  I put everything I had into it but it still seemed to take forever.  It truly felt like the clamps were doing permanent damage.  When he finally came, I swallowed and shot upright on my knees, head back, shouting into the air.

       "Entreat!  I entreat you!"

       "Good.  I have a little surprise for you.  Watch what happens when I take it off..."  He released a clamp and I felt a surge of harsh pain as the blood rushed back.  He slapped the nipple, over and over again, making me feel every moment more intensely.  "Didn't expect that, did you?  And you've got three more."

       With each one, he toyed with it as it recovered in searing agony.  I stood, arms behind me, blindfolded, knowing he wasn't near done.  My nipples and labia ached and throbbed.  "I bet these orbs have gotten you a lot of favors in your life."  I felt something sharp poke into the nub of my nipple.  "I bet they've gotten a lot of men to do nice things for you."  Another and another.  My mouth opened in a silent scream.  I felt my pussy throb.  "These little protuberances.  I bet a lot of men have done things for you, hoping they could touch them."  He was going quickly, poking all over the nipple,  moving to the other and then back again.  I was sticking my ass out and pitching forward.  Then it suddenly stopped.  I swayed, moving my pelvis in circles, fear and need pulling me in opposite directions.

       Something thin and stinging hit my nipple.  I cried out.  It hit the other.  I cried out again.  He spoke, "You will be punished for every time another man thought about my tits.  And I think it happened quite a lot, don't you?"  Then the blows came with speed.  I spread my knees, dropping down and rising, bobbing up and down, trying to do something, anything, to deal with the pain.  Little panting moans were escaping me.  Why wouldn't he hurt something else?  Why did those two square inches of my body have to endure all of his anger?  Was it even anger?  Why would he focus all his cruelty on such a small area?

       He finally stopped.  He removed the blindfold.  I looked at my nipples as he removed the cuffs.  They were red.  I had expected them to be torn, just going by the pain I'd felt.  But, they didn't seem to have sustained any long term damage. 

       He pinched them, both at the same time.  "Are they sore?  Are they really sore, now?"

       "Yes, sir."

       "I don't think so.  Put your dress on and meet me in the break room again."  And he left. 

       I dressed and slowly opened the door, peeking out.  Nobody was around.  I dashed to the break room.  There were two other men there, besides Darns.  He brought me to them, lifted my dress, said, "What do you think?  Do they look sore enough to you?"

       The one man looked like a competitive weight lifter, he was so large.  He pinched both nipples hard and shook both my breasts vigorously as I screwed my face.  "No!  Not even close."  I was grimacing and pitching forward.  Darns removed my dress as this man did this.  The weight lifter said, "Here, look here, Cunt.  Grab your breast, lift em up."  He took his truncheon and held in in both hands, horizontal, right in front of my breasts.  "Get them so that both nipples are touching this at the same time.  Both nipples, straight ahead, touching this.  There you go.  That's how I want em.  Level.  A Zeplin race in dead heat.  Grab me that folder.  Thanks."

       The other officer handed him a hard backed folder as I molded my breasts to point the nipples level.  I wanted to be bound again.  I wanted to have no part in making any of this happen.  Of all that had happened so far, this felt the most violating, having to position my nipples exactly where he wanted them to be so that he could hurt them. 

       He closed the folder over my nipples.  I sucked in a breath and, holding it closed with one hand, he hit the top of it hard with the other, ripping it off.  I gasped.  He had me realign my nipples and so he could do it again.  I felt tears, they fuzzed my vision as I tried to stuff them back down my throat.  I didn't want him to see them.  I didn't want him to be pleased by them.

 

       He did see.  He was pleased.  I know this because he said to Darns, "We should make her punish herself, sometime.  Whip herself."  He punctuated this by knocking the folder off of my nipples again.  My knees gave a little.

       

       He was on his fifth time when the other man said, "Let me show you what I do."

       The first man knocked the folder down one last time and my new tormenter stood before me.  He leaned down and took the nipples in his mouth, one after the other.  My whole body convulsed.  The slightest touch to my nipples sent a surge straight down to my pussy, they were so raw.  The weight lifter undid his pants and sat in a chair, playing with his erect penis as he watched.

       The new guy noticed this and said, pointing to the other's penis, "Look at that.  You did that.  You need to take care of that."  He turned me so my back was to the man in the chair.  He kicked my legs apart and pushed me down.  The man in the chair guided his penis inside me as his friend tried to align me correctly.  It was odd and awkward at first but that cock soon found it's way inside and I was impaled.    His hands grabbed my arms just below my shoulders, pulled them back, angling me forward.

       The new man took my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and twisted.  I screamed, not meaning to.  Darns shoved a dishcloth in my mouth and the new man gave my nipples another twist.

       I was writhing and squirming, the man behind me said, "Oh, yeah, keep doing that.  She's riding me like a bronco.  Oh yeah, this is amazing."  I screamed into the cloth.  The man twisted, twisted, twisted.  My legs were kicking wildly but the folder man kept me place, kept me firmly planted on his dick.  I knew that the more I expressed my pain, the more they would love it, the worse it would be for me.  But I couldn't stop.  I couldn't hold it in.  I was in too much pain to get any pleasure from the cock inside me.  The pleasure was all his.  The pain was all mine.

       He came with a loud grunt, digging his hands into my arms. 

       Darns said, "That looked like fun.  Do you want to try?"

       I shook my head wildly, desperately, trying to plead with my eyes but to no avail.  Nipple Twister took his friend's place while his friend provided the bucking by twisting my nipples himself.

       When they were done, they had me stand with my hands on my head and my legs spread, to examine me.  They pinched and squeezed and prodded as I shook and trembled and whined into the cloth.  The Folder man reached down and touched my clitoris.  "Hard.  Like a little nut.  You want it bad.  You like this."  I looked at him pleadingly, unsure what I was pleading for.  He pinched my nipples more and moved my pelvis around, searchingly, still trying to plead with my eyes.  He sat on the floor and peered at my pussy.  "That's hilarious.  She wants it so bad.  It's kind of pathetic.  Lordy, she juiced down her leg.  Or is that us?  Still, I've never seen a cunt so desperate to cum.  The cunt lips are swollen and red like a baboon.  Maybe we should fuck her with a banana.  Does our little baboon wanna fuck a banana?  Nana for da minkey?"  He stuck his finger in my naval and wiggled it around.  They laughed. 

       They discussed what to do with me next.  They all agreed that my cunt should not be satisfied.  They all agreed that my nipples should not be rested.  They ended up tying my arms to the back of a chair, my ankles to the back legs of the chair.  They wound rope below my breasts, around the back of the chair, winding down to my pelvic bone.  Every time I thought they were done, they added more rope.  I was practically mummified but that my breasts and vagina were still accessible.  I tried to squirm but the only evidence of my effort was a slight squeaking sound from the rope.

       The last thing Darns did before leaving was write something on a piece of paper which he taped to my forehead.  It fell over my face and covered my sight.  I could still see the periphery but not straight ahead.  I couldn't read the words on it at all, it was too close to my eyes to make out.

       The paper clearly requested nipple play because that was what I got for the rest of the day every time somebody came into the room.  It was practically the only acknowledgment of my presence there, aside from the laughs elicited by the moans I failed to keep down. 

       It came in all manner and form.  I felt lips, tongues, teeth, cold metal, sharp objects, food, both solid and pasty.  Some of the wet, food-like substances stung or burned.  Some cooled and soothed.  Some was sticky and it's removal by mouth was prolonged. 

       At long last, one of them removed the paper from my face.  It was Darns.  He was smiling.  On the table sat a dildo, a vibrator and the clamps.  "Pain," he said.  He stroked my breasts as he spoke.  I felt weak, exhausted.  "This is not a lesson you can learn at once.  You will need to become accustomed to pain.  You will need it to become a part of you, of your day, something you deal with because it isn't avoidable.  This was not a whole lesson so much as an introduction to your new life."

       My eyes felt droopy.  He removed the cloth from my mouth and fed me, still tied to the chair.  He gave me water which I gulped as it spilled all over me.  It felt as good over my body as down my throat.  It made me even more exhausted to eat. 

       "These three items on the table.  I will use all of them or none of them.  It is your decision.  What will it be?  All or none?"

       My nipples felt like they might just fall off like a scab.  "None," I said and immediately realized my mistake when a sinister smile elongated his mouth and he reached for the dildo.

       I shut my eyes tight.  He inserted it, forcing it in as far as he could with me seated.  He put the clamps on again.  My face contorted.  I didn't have the energy to scream anymore.  Then he pressed the vibrator into my pussy and turned it on.

       I threw my head forward at the sudden, intense, pulsating, vibrating on that tender little knob, so neglected, so desperate for any attention.  It seemed that it had made itself more sensitive than it ever had been, trying to get what it needed from what tiny touch had been offered it.  And now it was overloaded.  Like when your eyes adjust to the dark and somebody suddenly turns on a light.  My clitoris had adjusted to neglect and was now the focus of some serious sensation. 

       My mouth opened wide and my neck strained forward, my brow furrowing.  It was too much.  I couldn't handle so much.  But, it made me almost unaware of my nipples.  I couldn't move an inch, I couldn't get away from it.  I had to absorb it all, deal with this flood, this overwhelming deluge of kinetic energy.  I suddenly felt my whole body seize, every muscle contracting tightly, making my intricate bonds momentarily unnecessary.  Then they all melted as wave after wave of pleasure surged through me. 

       Darns pulled off the clamps, removed the dildo, untied my bonds.  I wobbled on my feet when I stood.  I slipped the dress over my head.  It grazed my nipples like sandpaper.  Darns reached his arms around and rubbed them through my dress.  He whispered into my ear, "Go home.  Don't you dare fucking masturbate."  I felt the pressure begin to build again, that pressure and need in my pussy.  Not again, I thought.  Not so soon.  Please.  Not right away.