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FETISH VIDEO
Chapter Four
Laying face up on the flat, hard cot, staring toward the white ceiling, the stark walls, a long, slender chain hangs loosely down from the wall above Jodi, connected to the black chocker collar around her throat. Her arms cross over her bare, sweating chest, her hands resting above her glistening breasts as each nipple ring’s tautly connected to a wrist cuff. The chains are off, the “O” rings remaining intact as she still has the burning discomfort of the fresh tattoo embedded across the top edge of her vagina. The nubs of the fresh growth of her pubic hair across the raw etching just adds to the itching discomfort she’s unable to reach, with the added disgusting problem of the chaffing between her thighs from not being able to wipe herself after her normal bodily functions.
Time’s immeasurable as the bare, bright light on the ceiling burns constantly. Without windows, with the portal on the only entrance closed shut, a disgusting slop bucket’s the only loose item in the cell. No blankets, pillow or any other item of comfort including toiletries has been afforded her. The bucket doesn’t even have a lid, the stench of the waste of her relieving herself fouling the already muggy, putrid air.
Even with the stench, her throat’s raw, her stomach rumbles from hunger as the only nutrition she’s received since she’s been brought back from being tattooed has been a couple, maybe three, half empty paper cups of a bitter solution, left on the narrow ledge under the bars on the portal when she’s awakened on her own. Miserable, weak, she’s not even sure when she’s awake or unconscious as she drifts into a sort of madness.
Since stepping into the video store in what seems another lifetime, everything since is worse then some sort of nightmare, of insanity. She’s not even sure some of the things done to her has actually happened or if she’s become delusional. What bits and pieces of dreams she’s had to give her a momentary respite now consists only of dark nightmares.
The only close thing she’s had to live contact may also be illusionary as occasionally she thinks she hears the whimpers, and even rasping screams outside the cell door, screams of a tortured woman. Then again, it could just be another of her unending nightmares. Again her eyes close, the light still burning into her eyelids, her tear drained pupils dry, raw as she hovers between consciousness and darkness while feeling her hands sliding toward her raw armpits, the “O” rings stretching her nipples, breasts toward her sides, that accumulated pain only a minor discomfort.
The Mistress walks along the corridor, stopping in front of the door to Jodi’s cell, quietly, slowly lowering the portal’s cover. Glancing in; she holds her breath as the mist of the stench is almost visible as she observes Jodi’s naked body squirming on the hard slab. Sweat drenched, matted hair, bruised flesh, the black tattoo glistens under the nubs on her bare pubic mound. All in all she appears to be holding up better then expected for being confined in the six by eight foot cell for now over four days. Shutting the portal, stepping toward the open cell door across the hall, she thinks to herself maybe another day, or probably even two, before Jodi gets another session.
Stepping through the already wide open door of Eve’s cell, she smiles as she steps toward the back wall toward her other tortured slave. The ceiling light’s off, the room’s illumination coming from a pair of thick, white wax candles, the candle holders being Eve’s rectum and vagina.
Naked, mounted on the wall facing outward, Eve’s arms are stretched wide, straight out from her sides, flat, thick metal cuffs covering her elbows and wrists embedded in the stone surface. Legs widely stretched into a “V”; they’re hoisted above her head, spreading out in front of her arms, her ankles shackled to metal cuffs high above her on the wall. Her breasts hang out from her chest, melted wax mounting underneath her twin mounds, pooling in her belly button, across her stomach, engulfing the bottoms of the large rings piercing her nipples. Her naked body obscenely exposed, bowed, the uplifted mounds of her spread butt cheeks, barely a foot in front of her face, glisten, dripping sweat as the candles flicker in front of her face as saliva drools out from her hollow mouth gag. The most recent melted wax painfully puddles, pooling in her stretched orifices, dripping onto the stone floor.
“Eve.” The Mistress addresses her as she slides her hand out, her arm at an angle even with her waist, running the tip of her index finger back and forth across the fresh wax pooling between the puffy folds of Eve’s painfully saturated labia. “This wax is covering your clit ring, and that nice tattoo we just had done on your pussy.” She smiles, spreading the still moist wax from around the puffy nub of the protruding, purplish clit, visibly twitching with each flick of the fingernail across the embedded clit ring as she clears it off. Reaching toward the bright red “O” gag in Eve’s mouth, she adds. “Slide your tongue out, lick this wax off my finger.”
Staring thru her swollen, red eyes, tears streaking off her cheeks, Eve moans as she lets the tip of her tongue slip out over the bottom of the wet mouth ring, feels the Mistress’ finger pressing, twisting around the bright red “O” gag, the wax already hardening as she feels it flake off behind her teeth as the finger slides in and out of her mouth.
Slipping her finger out, the Mistress holds her hand against the side of the candle engulfing Eve’s vagina, tilting her head, nods. “Looks like there’s still two, three inches of the candles left. Maybe they won’t burn all the way down before I come back tomorrow.”
Reaching between the spread thighs, she slides her fingers across Eve’s stomach, toward the rounded curves of the twin mounds of Eve’s breasts, adding. “Gee, the clit rings already covered up again, oh well, if the candles burn down, that pussy and butt hole won’t feel so good, will they?!” Squeezing the left breast, pinching the upper portion of a scorched areola, leaning closer, she adds. “Oh, we’ve burnt those nipples a little bit too, haven’t we? You don’t mind, do you?!” Tweaking both nipples she raises, straightening up. “By the way, this is what, the second day these candles have been lit in there? When’s the last time you’ve relieved yourself Eve? Need to go?”
Eve’s eyes dart back and forth. Grunting, mumbling through the gag, she tries to speak, making herself heard as she shakes her head up and down.
“Oh well, I just can’t understand what you’re trying to say. I guess that’s a no then!” Okay, see you tomorrow.” Turning stepping toward the open cell door, the Mistress smiles to herself as she listens to the whimpers, groans, along with the sound of the back of Eve’s body scraping against the wall. Stepping into the hallway, she turns, speaks. “Let’s leave the cell door open. Promise not to leave and we’re let those candles keep the hallway in front of the cell lit up for one more night, okay Eve?” Smiling, watching the agonized expression on Eve’s tortured face, she turns away, walks up the corridor, one more stop for the evening.
Again Jodi’s eyes flick open, again she thinks she’s hearing groans, distressed cries of a woman’s voice outside her cell door. A few moments pass, licking her dry tongue around her parched lips; again she lets her eyes close, the whimpering fading out in the hallway.
Entering the torture room, The Mistress glances toward the wooden stock, her husband standing beside it. In use, a naked woman’s arched; positioned in the conventional way, face down, with her head, hands through the stock’s slots about waist high off the floor. Feet spread, her ankles are secured in the bottom of the stock’s frame. Walking toward its side, she instantly notices the fullness of her breasts, the nipples swaying down as her back arches, her buttocks thrusting up in the air.
“You’re back! And, look who you brought with you!” She smiles.
“Yes, got the right price, they abused her pretty good after we took Jodi and Eve. He answers as he steps behind the naked, shackled woman. “Just now got her hooked up, want to join in?” Dropping his pants down, he spreads her butt cheeks with his other hand, licks, then spits on his index finger, sliding it around the edge of her butt hole, lubricating it. Stepping toward the front of the stock, the Mistress kneels, glances up into the girl’s eyes.
“Well, looks like you’re going to get reacquainted with your friend again, huh Amanda?”
“Oomph!... Oomph… Oooommmph!” Grunting as she feels his shaft pressing between her butt cheeks, the head of his swollen cock forcing thru the puckered rim of her anus, the third thrust ramming halfway in, Amanda twists her head away as she feels the rhythm of his manhood tearing at her insides, each thrust deeper, each one long and slow.
Standing, the Mistress steps around the stock, stands beside Amanda’s arched body, cups, smacks, grabs the elongated globe hanging down, swaying back and forth with each thrust. Glancing toward her husband, she smiles as he continues to thrust while holding the palms of his hands open across the outer curves of Amanda’s up thrust butt cheeks.
“The candles are still burning in Eve’s pussy and Jodi’s still laying in her stench.” She states matter of fact as she again stretches the breast in her hand, tilts her head, finding the nipple, pinches it between her thumbnail and fingernail.
“Ummph!” A deep thrust, a grunt, his scrotum slapping between Amanda’s spread thighs, he stands motionless, hands still on her butt cheeks. “She’s been getting the meds? He asks, arching his hips back. “Ummph!” Grunting, again thrusting inward before holding still.
“Yes, several doses, salt water mixed with a couple hits of Acid, some GHB, and a couple more of your concoctions. I doubt if she even knows who she is anymore!” She answers while again glancing down across Amanda’s ribcage as she pinches the nipple tighter, twists tugs the stretched breast. “Hey, the nipple rings are gone; we’ll have to replace them after we’re done here!” She adds as she steps in front of the stock, drops her panty, pressing her shaven pubic mound against Amanda’s face, yanking her head up by her hair as she releases the nipple from her fingernails.
“Aaaaaggggggghhhh!” Jerking, neck and wrists already raw, Amanda’s body bows, twists in the stock as her freed breasts flail, bounces, the searing pain like an electrical shock pulsing through her stretched breasts.
“Lick it!” The Mistress orders as she feels Amanda’s mouth between her thighs as she starts grinding against her face.
Her mouth pressed into the woman’s spread thighs, the man’s swollen shaft pounding, engulfing her stretched rectum, Amanda gasps for air, her naked body arching, twisting, her breasts swaying, smacking together with each of his thrusts. Struggling for breath, her head twists back, the woman smothering her with her bare vagina.
“Use that tongue or I’ll ripe these tits off!” The Mistress grunts as she reaches under the stock, grabs both breasts, twisting jerking with her gripping fingernails sinking into the tortured tit flesh as she rams her sex across Amanda’s face, forcing the back of her head to slam against the wooden frame of the stock.
“Uuumph!… Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph… Humph!” Rapid continuous thrusts of his cock, his scrotum slapping between her spread slit, from the other direction the woman’s damp pubic mound presses, grinding against her face, forcing her head to press against the flat wood, her breasts being torn raw by the gripping fingernails of the hands pinching, twisting. Amanda struggles just to breath. On the verge of hyperventilating, being pounded on both ends, she hears their rasping grunts, moans as her ass cheeks are smacked, spread apart, smacked again repeatedly as her naked body flails in the stock.
Wracked with pain, grunting, wheezing, forcing her tongue outward, pressing, curling it against, around the moist engorged clit grinding across her parted lips, the swelling shaft ripping at her stretched rectum, clenching her fists, grinding her ankles in the stock’s base, Amanda sucks on the clit, presses it tightly between her tongue and teeth, feels the twitching, jerking of the woman’s vagina as the hot fluid spurts across her lips, tongue, down her throat as the woman’s hands quiver, jerk, shake, still sadistically gripping the bulging melons.
“Ooohh!... Yes!... Yessss!... Yeeesssss!” Grunting, flinching, jerking, the Mistress rasps for breath, feeling the surge from her womb, the cum flowing, spurting past Amanda’s crushed lips simultaneously with the man’s grunts as his shaft twitches, his cum spurts into her torn rectum, pulsing, jerking as he rams once, twice, a final third time, twisting her bare flesh in his clinched fists as he presses against her thighs, leans across her quivering bruised butt cheeks.
Amanda feels the twitching cock sliding from her torn rectum, the woman’s wet vagina sliding across, down off her face. Head slumping, hair hanging across her eyes, rasping, struggling to catch her breath, her naked, sweat drenched body sagging painfully in the stocks, she feels the fluids oozing, dripping from her orifices as her bare breasts, bruised, scratched, hang down, swaying limply off her chest.
End Part Four
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