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Punished
Chapter Four
Driven back to the estate, the chauffeur in no hurry, she can’t help glancing toward her watch as midnight approaches. Glancing through the glass partition, then back toward her watch as the limo driver obviously leisurely drives through the countryside, the instructed time approaches, passes as the mansion finally appears up the long drive from the gates of its entrance. Driven to the house’s side entrance, slowing to a stop, a final glance at the time and it’s a quarter after the hour. Her rear door open after the chauffeur nonchalantly steps around the limo, then retrieves her luggage from the trunk, she practically scurries up the steps, to the waiting doorman swinging open the door.
“Late.” He admonishes as greets her. “You may sit there.” Nodding toward a wheelchair against the wall he again orders in a firm, stern voice. “Sit right there…. Master’s instructions if you arrived after midnight… Sit and accept the consequences or leave with the chauffer… Not to return… Master’s orders.”
Glancing back toward the chauffeur with her luggage setting on the floor beside him, then down toward the chair, she slowly shakes her head as she steps toward the chair, turns and sits. Feeling the material softly giving, mold to her body, she rests her arms on the arm rests, glances toward the doorman. “Okay… I’m sitting.”
“Yes you are Brooke.” He answers as he steps behind the chair, flips a cuff up around her left forearm, snaps it shut over her wrist, quickly snaps the other across her right.
“Wha…What are you doing?” Brooke grunts, tugging, pulling at the tight restraints as her chest arches. ‘Let me go!… Uncuff me… Now!... Let me….Umph!... Umph!!” Feeling a damp cloth pressed across her face, smelling the acrid aroma, tasting the bitter rag pressed against her lips, nose, she coughs, jerks, feels almost instantly nauseated in the pit of her stomach as she struggles less, the doorman’s, the chauffeur’s face staring down at her, the doorman’s voice resonating. “Punishment time Brooke… Punishment ti…..” Almost surreally the room blurs, spins, goes dark.
The same sick feeling still in her stomach, she awakens. Darkness, her face confined by a glove like material virtually molded around her entire head, forcing it back, to crane between her shoulders, her mouth stretched wide with a hard rubber ring forcing her jaws apart. She tries to raise, to move. Nothing, no movement at all as she feels the sensation of her arms, legs shackled, strapped in a spread-eagled position, stretched tautly in a painful separation. Trying to turn her craned backed head, impossible, flex her fingers, toes, same results. Momentarily laying still, trying to collect her thoughts, she hears her heartbeat, feels the thumping in her chest.
Remaining spread-eagled, time slowly passing, she wonders what’s happening to her as she’s stretched, realizing she feels nothing on her back or her front, she must be suspended. Recalling the chair, the straps and the rag stuffed across her face, her legs, arms virtually numb, only the sound of her heartbeat’s constant rhythm rings through her covered ears as she waits, wonders, worries. Again trying to move, to lift a finger, to close her mouth, she frustratingly grunts, her own garbled voice barely audible to herself through the molded mask.
Time passes as she remains in her fixed position. Long minutes until she feels her lips touched with a warm, semi-hard object. She reflexively jerks, feeling it circling across her lips, tasting the salty taste of the moistness across it’s tip, feeling it slipped between the ‘O’ ring stretching her lips apart, she feels it pressing across her flattening tongue, shoving into her throat, engulfing her mouth to her tonsils in a long, slow thrust. Gagging, feeling her throat swelling, unable to breathe, she tries to jerk, twist, bite, spit. Coughing, wheezing, her body trying to buck, to jerk in her restraints, her mind blurs as she struggles for breath. Heart pounding, suffocating, the seconds count off as her body quivers, trembles. Close to blanking out, the less then a minute seeming like hours, she finally feels the thick shaft sliding back out, the salty taste oozing across her tongue as her mouth releases the shaft with a ‘whooshing’ sound from the forced vacuum, the air rushing back into her lungs as she coughs, gasps for air.
Again quiet, darkness, minutes passing as she remains immobile on her backside having collected her breath, realizing what was shoved in her mouth, down her throat. Her body feeling cold, damp, she realizes she must be naked as she recalls feeling her breasts swaying, jerking across her chest as she was gagged with the penetration of that cock in her mouth. Counting her breaths, listening to her heartbeat, again the time passing as her arms, legs remaining virtually numb, her neck aches as her head remains tilted harshly back.
A firm flick of her left nipple, feeling her breast swaying above her chest, she lurches, her nipple twitching. A couple minutes later a flick between her legs, across her clitoris, another reflective lurch as the instant pain resonates between her thighs. More minutes passing, her heart beating, a searing pain resonates through her right nipple. “Oomph!” Her nipple compressed, pinched, she grunts through the ‘O’ ring as she feels her breast jerking, smacking across her chest, the pain remaining, pounding with each escalating heartbeat as her nipple stands up, harshly clamped.
Again silence, darkness, the constant beat of her heart still in her ears, even louder, and now the constant matching pulse of her aching nipple thumping across her breast as the clamp twitches. More time passing, slowly, painfully passing as her body remains arched in her bindings face up, naked. Wanting to yell out, to scream, she again tries to move as she struggles unsuccessfully to move anything, to twist, to flick the clamp from her throbbing nipple. The time passes, slowly.
More long minutes, the pain in her breast, her throbbing nipple the focus of her attention, she feels a pressing sensation between her widely spread thighs, the rim of her rectum pressured, a warm moisture surrounding, soaking her sphincter muscles. A probe, a harsh thrust, she feels her rectum being violated, spread apart. Hips reflexively twitching, the thick shaft forcing steadily inward, she feels as if she’s tearing as her hips buck in her restraints. Deeper, a steady even thrust, she feels her insides filling with the pulsing shaft as it continues to ram inward as she can almost count the inches, the length of the shaft as it seems to unbelievably pass beneath her belly button, toward her bowels, stopping, held still.
A spasm jolting through her hips, the clamp jerking across her nipple as she bucks, she feels the burning, searing pain of her stretching rectum as the shaft throbs inside her for seconds, minutes. Trying to jerk, to twist, she suddenly feels it slowly sliding back and forth, at first just a couple inches. “Oomph!… Humph!... Umph!” Each breath a grunt, she struggles with the pain, the humiliation, her mind racing with the obvious frustration of realizing she’s being fucked in her ass, now deeper with each thrust. “Umph!... Humph… Oomph!”
Deeper, harsher, the shaft rams in and out, pounding, pushing as she senses her body uncontrollably lurching, her breasts flailing, the clamped nipple burning, pulsing. Still in darkness, unable to hear, she feels the shaft pulling out, tearing from her quivering rectum as it stretches around the throbbing head. “Aaaggghhh!!!” One long painful screech, hearing her own cry from outside the mask, she feels the spasms in her stomach, the clamp twitching across her jiggling nipple as she again sucks in fresh air between the ‘O’ ring.
Another length of time, her anus sore, the nipple a constant pulsing ache, her neck one long Charlie-horse, she remains suspended in her private little hell. The chill across her exposed skin even more irritating as it cools the moisture of her obvious perspiration, she feels an occasional annoying streak across her bare flesh as it beads, drips from her naked body. Waiting, wondering, becoming weary as her body aches, she feels the instantaneous sharp jolting pain across her right nipple, a matching pain of her left as she feels another clamp attached to her naked flesh, deeply applied to that nipple. “Ooomph!” Another fruitless screech as her chest reflexively dances, her breasts bobbing, swaying above her arching torso, that nipple freshly throbbing next to the dull ache of her other.
Quivering, twitching, finally able to remain still, she tries to blank out the pain, the twin throbbing of her nipples with each rasping gasp, until finally more of an even breath as she wheezes through the mouth gag. Inhaling, exhaling, deep breaths, she tries to calm herself, to accept the pain, make it more of just an annoyance if possible as her torment, her so called punishment continues. Concentrating, staring into the darkness of the confining hood, listening to her heartbeat, feeling her nipples twitch likewise in rhythm, she braces for what’s next.
More minutes, many more, maybe as much as over an hour as time almost loses its relativity as she remains nervously spread-eagled in her silent, dark confinement. Her body one long, dull ache, that is, what isn’t numb, she drifts into an almost sublime state as she wills herself to accept her circumstances, knowing, counting on the outcome promised to her for her obedience. Yet, she wonders how much more she’s going to be subjected too, and for how much longer. Breathing through her stretched mouth, inhaling, exhaling in her total darkness, her body shudders at the slightest movement she senses around her as the time slowly ticks by as somehow she almost dozes off into a semi-sleep.
Barely awake, feeling her lips again pressured by the salty tasting shaft, its thick head then probed between the ’O’ ring, sliding into her yawning mouth, she attempts to brace as her chest bucks, the clamps jerking painfully across her nipples. The shaft slid slightly back, held still, just momentarily motionless, she feels the cock thrusting inward across her flattened tongue, driving again against her tonsils, again held stationary as she coughs, gags, unable to breathe, just as before. Spasms rippling across her naked body, lungs burning, she feels another shaft ramming between her thighs, hard, even thicker, almost violently thrusting inward with a single harsh, powerful stroke deep inside her vagina, stretching, ripping at her as her body jerks, twists, bucks in her restraints. Her heart pounding, lungs feeling as if they’re bursting, she tries to scream, gags instead as her head spins, her thoughts scrambling as if she’s drowning, the darkness spinning before her eyes as her body slumps, goes limp with unconsciousness.
Finding herself awakening again some time later, who knows when, her breasts pounding, searing with pain, the clamps burrowing ever deeper into her tortured nipples, her clit also burns from her aching vagina, a harsh pinching sensation as her hips twitch, that third clamp slapping back and forth between her tautly spread thighs. Still in darkness, silence as her leather masked head’s still firmly bound; her craning neck’s still arched back between her shoulders. Wanting to scream, saliva drooling from the ‘O’ ring, gagging for breath, what parts of her body not in pain, numb, the rhythm of her heart beat pulses, thumps in her ears as her rasping grunts are barely audible through the mouth gag.
“Thud!”
“Oomph!”
“Thud!”
“Oomph!”
“Thud!… Thud!... Thud!... Thud!!”
“Ooooommmppphhh!!” Feeling the stinging, burning across her chest, alternating across her arching torso as she grunts, almost gets out a scream, the hollowing ‘Thuds’ ringing through her head as she can’t actually hear the single tail whip slashing across her bare breasts, just feels the concussions across her bucking chest. The building red, welted stripes stand out as they trail across her global mounds swaying back and forth, the clamps dangling off her swollen nipples while she just senses the ‘Thuds’ resonating throughout her jerking body. “Thud!... Thud!... Thud!!”
Frantically jerking, twisting, bucking in the restraints, arching, kicking, biting the ’O’ ring, the dark confines of the mask stifling, her face sweating, clinging to the leather, her head held firm as her jaws ache from her teeth gnawing at the rubber ring, she feels her thrashing body worked hard, the continuous lashing shifted from her breasts to across her hollowing, flexing stomach. “Thud!... Thud!... Thud!” A couple more lashings slashing across each thigh. “Thud!... Thud!”
Just a moment’s hesitation, she feels a whip’s split-tail slashing between her legs. “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!” A long curdling scream emits from the ‘O’ ring as the whip slashes across her vagina, another simultaneously across her breasts. “Thud!... Thud!...Thud!... Thud!” Stomach muscles twisting, knotting, she feels another couple stinging slashes directly, harshly across her clit. “Thud… Thud!” Nauseated, chocking on vomit rising in her throat, on the verge of hyperventilating, unable to breathe, to catch her breath, she fades into unconsciousness.
Waking in the wheelchair with her arms still strapped, her ankles likewise, naked body glistening and crisscrossed with welts, she sits in the foyer alone, the original position as when she entered the manor with the chauffeur. Glancing down toward her bruised nipples, her stripped breasts, over toward her luggage still sitting on the floor, she hears the doorman, the chauffeur entering from the hallway. Glancing up between them, her throat raw, unable to speak, she just listens as the doorman addresses her.
“Your punishment for being late is completed.” Glancing toward the chauffeur, he continues. “You can wheel her back to the Master’s guests awaiting her for their evening’s pleasures if she wishes.” Turning to face her, he adds. “Or you can get dressed and he can chauffeur you home… Not to come back… Contract with master voided… Your decision Brooke… If you decide to stay… It will most certainly be painful for you again… Shall we unbind you now?… Or do you want to ask him to wheel you back?”
Glancing from one to the other, tears streaking down her cheeks, dripping across her aching breasts, her arms still tingling in the bindings, she hesitates as the chauffeur leans over, places his hand on a wrist cuff. Glancing up into his dark, probing eyes, she nods, barely nods with her decision.
End Part 4
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