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Chapter 2
Master Ben stood up and removed his shirt. He removed the clothespins that were attached to her pussy lips and rubbed them quickly and harshly with his thumbs to make the blood flow, making the lips come alive with pain. He resisted the urge to fondle her clit a moment and ran his hand over the top of her cunt making her moan. He gave her a quick smack with the palm of his hand making her twitch. Master Ben was completely nude now as he walked over to the side table that held his favorite instruments of torture. He picked up his newest toy, a light-weight whip that made the most ominous sounding crack. He snapped it once above Mella's waist and she immediately tensed her body in anticipation of the pain. He waited, appreciating his little girl's suffering. His already erect penis was getting harder by the minute and he had to stop for a moment to center himself. He snapped the whip closer to her flesh again making her jump and twist knowing that the next would land on her waiting body. The third time he snapped it he caught the soft flesh of her upper thigh. It instantly turned a bright red in color and her mouth made an O shape as she fought the urge to protest against the whipping.
He reached down and pinched her lower lip with his fingers and asked, "Do I need to gag you again my slave? I don't want to hear your voice just yet, shake your head yes or no." Silently, she shook her head yes.
"Well, that is disappointing to me my sweet, but I'm glad you know your limitations. I would rather gag you now and not have to go through it later when I'm whipping that sweet little cunt of yours." He said with a smile that had she been able to see would have made her wince with pain.
Master Ben began to dig through the dresser drawer in search of a proper tool to gag his slave with.
"Aha, I've got one. You'll love this one my baby, it's the scarf I got you for your birthday, you know, the one with the jewels on it?" He said as he balled up the scarf with the decorations on the outside so that she could feel them on the inside of her mouth. He knew that after a few minutes, she would be begging for him to remove the scarf and replace it with the much hated ball-gag. Working quickly, he pried open her lower jaw and shoved the entire scarf into her mouth before she could protest. The scarf itself was large and rather thick and it forced her mouth to its fullest extent. Immediately, she could feel the jewels begin to cut into her mouth and lips. Mella moaned loudly in protest and was rewarded with a swift smack of the whip across her already swollen and sore breasts.
"That's enough of that little girl, you've been very disobediant lately and I haven't had the time to properly chastise you this week. I think we have some catching up to do." He said as he spread his legs so that he could have proper leverage over his bound victim. Mella lost track of time as the whip began to fall. Soon the front of her body from breasts to belly, to her cunt and legs, was covered with welts and red stripes from the small whip. Master Ben was breathing heavily and although she could no longer feel anything but the resonating pain and heat running throughout her body, Mella was on the verge of orgasm. All it would take would be a single touch, one caress and she would not be able to control the surging wave of it running through her helplessly bound body. Knowing she was on the edge and wanting to hold her there a little longer, her Master removed the gag from her mouth and shoved his mouth onto hers and kissed her deeply, shoving his tongue into her mouth bruising her already tender lips. When he knew he had her full attention again, he bit her lower lip causing her to squeal with delight and pain.
"Now my sweet little girl, I'm sure you've had enough of that particular gag, do I need to replace it with another? I think the red one with the strap that just barely fits around that pretty hair of yours would do nicely." He softly said, his mouth above her trembling lips.
She sucked in a slow breath and contemplated the offer of the ball-gag. She hated it with a passion because it made her drool after a short time and it was humiliating to her to be so out of control, but she knew that if she didn't accept the gag, Master Ben would expect her to keep her mouth shut during the next round of punishment.
Mella slowly nodded no to the gag and Master Ben stood up proud of his little slut's wanting to take the pain in silence. He softly traced her lips with his finger feeling the little welts around her mouth from the scarf he had so unceremoniously shoved in her mouth. He watched her tremble and try not to cry out as he pressed on her lips and put his fingers into her mouth to play with her tongue and the inside of her mouth.
Mella felt a bit like a horse being inspected by a prospective buyer as Master pinched and poked and prodded her mouth and cheeks. Suddenly, he reached down and pinched her nipples viciously both at the same time. Mella bit down on her lower lip to avoid crying out in pain, her orgasm held at bay by the surprising assault upon her already punished body.
"Well, it looks like you can take the pain after all whore." Master Ben said as he watched Mella struggle wordlessly as he pinched and twisted her nipples with his strong fingers. Mella whimpered softly and began to breathe almost normally again as Master ceased the assault and began to rake his fingernails back and forth softly across her chest. He had been waiting for months for her to build up the stamina and control to be able to take the pain as well as the pleasure he dished out to her without the ball-gag in place. Torturing her was much more fun when he got to ask her a difficult question and see if she was able to answer it while her cunt was being twisted and pinched or while her pretty little ass was being whipped mercilessly.
"I'm very proud that you're willing to please me like this Mella slut." He whispered to her while scratching her tender belly with his nails. "This is what I've been wanting from you for a very long time my sweet. The ability to take pain and pleasure without relying on the gag to keep you silent is what we've been working towards. Now, I get to put you to the test, my slave." He said, quietly calm as he untied her bound legs and arms and rubbed the places where the rope had cut into her flesh. He gave her a few minutes rest without the restraints but did not allow her to close her legs. Instead, he placed a brick inbetween her thighs so that the concrete rubbed her moist flesh irritating her skin and turning it instantly pink, then red. He left her for a few minutes alone to mix himself a drink and regain his composure. Her willingness to finish the night without a gag in place excited him more than he had thought it would. The knowledge that he was going to get to play with her as hard as he wanted to and punish his more than willing victim caused his cock to ache with excitement...
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