ATONEMENT

ATONEMENT

At home by herself, Bonnie’s received a package, with instructions for the evening.

Chapter Nine

       The middle of the week, all alone in her apartment with the shades drawn, the curtains are also pulled tight while she sits on the sofa in the dark with her series of video recordings in a container in front of her.  The entire collection of what she’s been featured in, she watches the most recent of the collection, a video she’s just received through the mail, sent with a short note taped across the top of a small enclosed box marked ‘SexSlave’.

Slow motion, freeze frame, she studies the torment being administered to her, the lashings, the needles leading to the weights dangling from the wires off her pierced flesh.  As she watches she can’t help studying the hooded male administering her punishment even more.  A terrycloth bathrobe covering her naked body, letting it loosely spread across her bare chest, thighs, her free hand cups her still sore breasts one at a time, fingering the still unhealed aching piercings, the remnants of the slender crisscrossing welts left by the lash as she continues to manipulate the remote control with the other as the open note lays next to her on the sofa.

       Frowning, quietly moaning with the replay after replay of the needles piercing into, ramming through her breasts and clit, the whip curling, cracking across her bare flesh between the pattern of black leather straps wrapping her taut body, the pain lingers still fresh in her memory as she continues to focus more and more of her attention on that male tormenter being assisted by the pair of women.  Watching the very end of the video over and over, watching the weights being dropped one at a time, hanging, dangling from the wires fastened to the gleaming needles off the front of her slumping body, she again slows the frames toward the end, watches the silhouette of the hooded man leaving the room.

       Stomach churning, queasy as not only the on screen presentation of her humiliation and torture’s excruciating enough, she has the sickening feeling of realizing who her tormenter on the latest video probably is.  She can’t help speculating the shadowy figure’s more then likely that of her estranged husband.  The fear has lingered with her from the very beginning of her ordeal that he could somehow find out about her forced submissiveness, see one of the videos, but in her wildest imagination she couldn’t anticipate this.  Now it would be devastating if the shadowy figure is actually him being involved in this videoed punishment.

       Glancing at the digital clock on the monitor, flicking the video back to its beginning and watching the image of her naked body in the initial stages of that workout, she glances down into the open box.  The first order followed, she hesitantly continues onto the next of the note’s instructions.  Slipping the robe off and dropping it across the sofa as she stands naked, reaching into the container, fingering the number of contents, she slips one out while glaring at it.  A short but thick silver fishhook, hesitantly slipping it against her left breast, letting it slowly scrape  across the flattened, smooth flesh of her areola, she feels the barbed tip press against, twist into the punctured wound of the swollen nipple.  Gnawing at her lower lip, feeling the ache become a crisp jolting pain, she presses a thumb against the inner side of the nipple as she forces the hook into, through the oozing piercing, feels the droplet of blood on her thumb as the hook’s tip pricks against the tip of her thumb.

       “Oomph!”  Dropping her hands downward, the hook left glistening off her quivering nipple, she slowly shakes her head back and forth as she reaches back into the box.  Gripping another hook, twisting it between finger and thumb through her tearing eyes, she slips its razor sharp tip up against her right breast, its smooth areola as she arches her shoulders and thrusts her chest outward.  Another clenching of her lower lip between her teeth, tilting her head for a closer look, another probing of that breast’s oozing piercing and she feels the hard metal grinding through that still open wound.  “Uuumph!... Agghh!” The barbed tip tearing through the nipple’s tender raw flesh, curving through the other side, it too drips a couple fresh bright red droplets across her quivering fingers as she feels her heartbeat pulsing from the open wounds.

       Slowly, carefully cupping both breasts, lifting the aching mounds gently upwards as she presses them closer together, she can only stare from one to the other as the pain resonates in her chest, the hooks crimson tinged, glistening from both quivering nipples.  Letting her hands slide away, reaching for yet another hook, twirling it between her trembling finger and thumb, she bows her knees, partially squatting as she rotates her hips outward, pinches her throbbing clit between finger and thumb.

       Holding her breath, arching forward, bowing her head, she gently, slowly aligns the third hook across her puffy labia folds.  Feeling the harsh metal tip prick against her tender flesh, the pain of her sensitive clit compressing between her fingernails, she again bites on her lower lip as the pain jolts through her thighs, her womb as the hook delves slowly inward, into and agonizingly through the remnant of that recent piercing.  “Huuummmph!”  Grunting with a final flick, the barbed end finally slicing its way through, a trickle of fresh blood tinges her fingers, thumb as the welling tears streak down off her cheeks.

       Again reaching into the container, retrieving a black leather wrist cuff, placing it across her left wrist, the same with a second cuff for her right, she gingerly slips the pair of ankle cuffs from the box and quietly secures them to each ankle.  Another item, a matching choker collar, and she slips it around her neck, fastens it.  A deep breath, the last article in the box toyed with is finally lifted out and held upwards in both hands.  Slipping it up over her tied back hair, down across her forehead, aligning the black leather eye mask just above her eyebrows; she steps to her door, glances back at the digital clock on the DVD and unlocks the deadbolt.  Stooping, kneeling, clipping her ankles together with the cuffs, spreading her knees across the carpet, slipping the mask down across her eyes, she fidgets with the wrist cuffs eyelets, secures them to the back of the chocker collar.  Facing the door with her elbows arched back behind her head, her body spread-eagled and naked, she can’t help wondering who’s going to enter.

       Agonizing minutes passing by, she finally hears the sound of footsteps in the hallway approaching the outside of her door,  Heart pounding in her chest, she hears the knob turning, the door slowly opening, the sense of a presence, the sound of the door shutting, the deadbolt locking.  Feeling hands reaching behind her neck, fingers tightening the wrist cuffs behind her head, she can feel the unrelenting tension building.  Fingers on her chin, spreading, parting her lips, she smells the manhood, tastes the salty fluid as the warm flesh presses against, into her stretching mouth, across her flattening tongue.  Hands gripping both sides of the back of her head, the thick shaft borrowing inward, she feels her breasts swaying, brushing against his thighs as her head’s forcefully bobbed forward.

       Gagging, coughing as her mouth’s stretched into an oval, her throat invaded by the pulsing meat, her fingers interlock behind her neck; her fists clenching and twisting as her head’s jerked back and forth, each thrust deeper, each causing a gagging sensation as she gurgles, rasps for breath.  “Glurb…. Glooob… Gurgle…..Oomph!”  In and out, pressing, engulfing, saliva drools from the corners of her mouth, mixing with pre-cum dripping from his cock as she accepts each forceful thrust while her naked body shudders in her struggle to maintain her pose.

             Eyes squinting behind the mask, short respites of breathes between gagging invasions of the throbbing shaft penetrating deeper into her throat, past her tonsils, her knees scrap across the carpet, her aching breasts, the impaled nipples grinding against his thighs until he just as suddenly jerks back, slips his shaft from between her lips, the rasping sound of air escaping her lungs, gushing out with the suction of his engorged cock between her yawning mouth.

       Hands slipping from behind her head, gripping, twisting, jerking upwards on her stretching breasts, she’s forced to instantly tiptoe onto the balls of her feet as her head jerks backwards with her arms still spread above her head, elbows pointed toward the ceiling.  Feeling the swollen head of his cock brushing across her impaled clit, her cuntlips spreading, gripping the thick shaft ramming inward, driving, scrapping deep inside her tight, dry vagina, she repeatedly grunts as she feels herself being hoisted upwards in his gripping fists, her breasts bulging between his flexing fingers as her toes lifts off the floor, barely brushes across the carpet.  “Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph!”

       Jerking with each thrust, she feels the head of his cock ramming, seemingly burrowing past her navel, stretching her clit inward as the hook twists, scraps across his cock’s foreskin stretching back and forth inside her.  Body contorting, ankles cuffed together as her wrists tug at her collar behind her neck, again she can only grunt between breaths as she’s suspended, bounced up and down on his throbbing shaft  by her bare breasts in his clenching fists. “Uuuggh!... Oomph!... Agghhh!”

       Again just as quickly lowering her, almost dropping her to the floor, still gripping her left breast, he spins her around; feverishly bends her over to again grip her other breast.  Severely gripping, twisting the bulging tit flesh until the impaled nipples stretch around either side of her glistening rib cage, he rams the head of his rock hard cock between her butt cheeks, against, past the puckered sphincter muscles of her rectum.  “Aaaaaagggghhhhhh!”  Another scream as his throbbing cock burrows inward, stretching, tearing at her anus, plopping inward, rammed forcefully between her quivering thighs; again she feels the numbing sensation of his cock smashing against her womb.  “Aaaaagggghhh!!!”

         Breasts twisted, stretched back, cock ramming inward, jerked back, rammed inward again and yet again as his scrotum slaps across her spread slit, the hook twitching in her pierced clit, she continues to repeatedly grunt with each forced breath as her fingernails claw, dig into the palms of her clenched fists.  “Agghhh!...Humph!... Oomph!”

Pounding, burrowing, his shaft pulses, explodes its wade deep inside her as her knees buckle, her buttocks arches upwards against his pressing thighs while her breasts contort between his clenching fingertips.  His thighs trembling against her buttocks, another load heatedly spurting inside her, then another, her finally straightens up, releases her discolored breasts, let’s her drop onto the floor face first, across her bare chest.

       “Oomph!”  The breath knocked from her lungs, twisting, curling on her side, her arms remain twisted above her head as she continues to clinch her fists, dig her nails into her palms.  Gasping for breath, all three orifices harshly assaulted, she hears the door opened, shut.  Twisting over onto her backside, hands still cuffed behind her head, she curls her legs upward with her ankles touching her butt cheeks as the footsteps become faint, finally fade away in the hallway.

       Struggling, slowly sitting upright, fidgeting with the eyelets of the wrist cuffs and chocker collar, she’s able to slip the mask from her eyes.  Glancing down toward the carpet beneath her legs, his creamy, milky fluid dripping from her rectum leaving a stain, she struggles to kneel, to stand.  Trying to balance herself, taking a couple hops she’s able to slide across the sofa.  Sitting, unsnapping the wrist cuffs, the ankle cuffs, she glances at the hooks in her throbbing nipples, the traces of blood still oozing as she fingers a hook, realizes how painful its going to be removing them, the barbed tips having to be reversed through the wounds.  The pain also pulsing between her thighs, she can only imagine removing that hook.

       Cupping both throbbing breasts, gently stroking the tender nipples before pinching the fishhooks between her thumbs and forefingers, curling her legs up onto the sofa as she lets her thighs spread apart, glancing down toward her impaled clit, she leans her head back, watches her image on the video as she feels the rhythm of her heartbeat pulsing in all three piercings.  Watching the video, the hooded man, she’s certain she realizes who he is; she’s felt his cock inside her before, many times before.  Again the nauseated feeling in the pit of her stomach, she knows it’s the same man who just ravaged her.

End Part 9