Internal Investigation

INTERNAL INVESTIGATION – PART III

If the first 24 hours with the clit device had been horrible, the following 24 were positively nightmarish.  The 50 extra plunges on the cock for every feeding meant that Sonya was sucking and pumping cock for nearly half the time if whe was to replace even half the fluids she was losing.  But it was the respite time between stimulation periods, cut down to 10 minutes, that soon grew unbearable.  One near-orgasm had not fully subsided by the time the next one began to well up. 

By morning she needed only 90 seconds of stimulation to hear the ring of the now dreaded bell which was almost simultaneously accompanied by a SLAP on her ass that felt like fire every time.  She was constantly panting, her tongue coated with film hanging out.  The shaking was barely perceptible in the rest intervals but never completely left her.  Her face bore even more traces of cum-related mishaps, newly drying globs and patches obscuring previous ones.  One could no longer even see eyelashes or eyebrows on her visage.

Short periods when attendants took care of other bodily functions were the only breaks from this pattern.  Her breasts ached and she felt a need, an ever increasing, everpresent NEED  that was distinct from that of her loins; this one was centered on her torso.  It was vague but irrepressible.

The bell sounded and fire bit her ass and Sonya broke down and was openly weeping and sobbing, blubbering, speaking incoherently to no one when a stab in the ass the the cry of, “Number 8!”, forced her to regain some composure.  But how dignified could one be when her face was a cumplastered blob.  Even the tears had not unglued her eyelashes from her cheeks.  “Looks like wittle Pussy’s had a wough night, haven’t you wittle Pussy?”  It was humiliation as much as tears that poured down Sonya’s face.  Before she could stop it, a whimpering, “Please....” escaped her cumcoated lips which still retained their pout.  But she managed to stifle the rest.

“Pwease what, wittle Pussy?  Is there something wittle Pussy isn’t telling me?”  It was as if a flood had broken, “Please make me cum, please, please, OH GOD, mistress Lee, I’m begging!” her broken voice had sobbed and pleaded.

“Doesn’t wittle Pussy have to tell me something first?”

NO; anything rather than that.  Sonya knew she had to endure another two days.  She had to.  Her tears diminished but did not stop but her teeth clenched.

“What I want to know, wittle Pussy, is what you will do with those weally weally wong west bweaks of 3 minutes”, Hing Lee taunted as she said goodbye, caressed Sonya’s cleft till hip thrusts became unstoppable, then breezed away giggling.

Three minutes!  Sonya began to sob and weep more loudly than ever and she didn’t stop for the following 24 hours.  If the previous day had benn nightmarish, the third was hell.  For half the time she swallowed the cock deep, sometimes pressing her forehead agaisnt the wall, staying like that with the phallus embedded deep in her throat, as quake after quake rocked her to the core.  She would have three minutes break, 30 seconds of stunning flashes, then the bell and the SLAP!  Hour after hour this went on until she ceased to think at all.

Her second vague and nameless NEED had begun to be as strong as the one from her lcit.  But had she been free she would not even have known how to address it.  She knew it only as NEED.  The act now had become sharper and her nipples were constantly tingling.

It was a broken, cumcovered animal shaking constantly and wailing out loud like a siren which felt that familiar stab.  “Number 9!”, and a giggle of greater excitement than usual.  There was now almost no distinction between respite and stimulus.  Sonya was almost constantly on the threshhold of a crushing orgasm.

“Does wittle Pussy have -----“

“Take me!  Us me! I’m yours!  I belong to you!  Please make me your slave, please treat me like shit..........FUCK, I’ll lick your shit but PLEEEAAAASE, in God’s name let me CUM!!”, the last word had been screamed as yet another near-orgasm and a SLAP had wracked her body.  Realizing what she’d just said, Sonya began to bawl unabashedly, not heeding the large crowd which had been 48 hours absent.

Hearing those words Hing Lee had shouted her high pitched maniacal laughter, raised her arms, put her stilettoed, booted feet on to p of Sonya’s nape and pressed hard upon it, emphasizing Sonya’s dejection.  The crowd had now come quite near, within a few feet, and cheers and horrible laughter filled Sonya’s hearing.  Attendants quickly unstrapped her hands and bound them behind her back, then spun the revolving platform to which her lower legs were tied.  She was kneeling, her hands tied behind her and had fallen forward, one cheek against the hard surface.  One eye was quickly cleansed of cum and she opened it for the first time in two days.  She saw through her shaking sobs, two black boots, 6 inches away.

The humming on her clit and her tremors began simultaneously and Sonya screamed, “NO!  NOOOOO!  Make it stop! I can’t STAND another one!!”  Hing Lee waited for the bell and SLAP and told the quivering pulp below her, “Is wittle Pussy tired?  Don’t worry wittle Pussy, soon you’ll get what you want and more, but first you have to do me a big big favor”.  Hing Lee held what looked like a stiff riding crop with a slip noose at the end.  The loops went around Sonya’s neck and tightened under her lampshade collar.  Hing Lee advanced her boot and held it ot Sonya’s face.  “Open your wittle mouth, now”, and she yanked on the crop.  With a whimper Sonya enclosed the entire toe piece in her mouth and she was held there tightly.

A black man’s muscular legs appeared in Sonya’s very limited field of vision.  She could just see up to his waist.  A hand grabbed his huge limp cock and a stream of piss hit the boot near the top and flowed down to the toe and a steady stream flowed into the helpless mouth held ajar by the toe.  Sonya tried to pull back but couldn’t.  “Piss is good to keep leather nice and soft but Pussy’s gonna have to wick it a-a-a-a-a-ll off.”  Sonya’s tongue flicked out feeling the warm wetness and tasting the bitter, burning liquid.  The humming began.  Her tongue darted quickly now.  Her entire body lurched, shook and twisted as grunts escaped past the lapping tongue.  Near the tip of the boot a scream, a bell and a SLAP resounded almost simultaneously.

Over the next few minutes the scene was played out once more on the other leg with Sonya sensing the crowd’s scorn, but feeling more degraded by the fact that Hing Lee kept cooing, “Maybe Pussy would wike some more?  Wittle Pussy bewongs to me now.......yes she does”.  Between the near-orgasms, the SLAPS and the licking Sonya could just occasionally squeal out, “Please..........cum.................pleeeeeaaaase”, as her ass stabbed into the air. 

Sonya had done all that was degrading, she had been totally humiliated, licking piss, begging, sucking cum and had been orgasmic for 3 entire days.  Very near a climax again, she had yelled out, “Please mistress, my turn, ohhhhhh, pleeeaaaase”, the last word breaking out into sobs.  Hing Lee had overridden the clit device’s automation and kept pushing her remote’s button.  The humming went one second on, two seconds off.  Sonya had been on the point again and the motor had cut but now, on and off like that, it kept her on the pinnacle instead of sending her down, but neither did it give a final push to orgasm.  Hing Lee kept her there for 30 seconds and Sonya screamed in a drawn out voice.  As her mouth opened wide again, Hing Lee grabbed a fistful of red hair and shoved Sonyas’ face in her asian muff and a fast, burning stream of urine choked off the scream.

Sonya, still on the edge of ecstasy, felt the burning piss but her mouth gasped for air and most of Hing Lee’s flow was choked down with coughs and retching.  She didn’t care, she wanted to cum; her whole being focused on just falling over that edge.  Soon! Soon! Soon!  “Uuuunnnngggh ------- the motor stopped!  Sonya wailed as Hing Lee let her fall face first.  “Poor Pussy; did Pussy forget she had said 4 days?  You have one day left.”  Turning to others, she added, “One-minute breaks only”. Still wailing, Sonya was reattached to the wall and whatever spirit she had remaining seemed to leave on the wings of despair.

The fourth day opened the door beyond Hell.  Sonya had been on the very verge of orgasm for a full 24 hours, having done all that was asked of her and having received only more humiliation in return.  She couldn’t think, she could only feel her clit, and also that pain in her chest which had intensified; these two sensations summed up her entire being.

Hing Lee returned the following morning and giggled and laughed outirght at the sight.  On her knees, her hands shackled to the wall, there was not one single square inch of Sonya’s body and hair that was not oozing and quivering with semen.  Her body was shaking out of control.  Whe would have 60 seconds of relative peace, the humming would begin and 5 seconds later the bell would ring and the SLAP, now a SPLAT, would sound.  Inarticulate sounds of “Uuuunngh”, and ,”oooohhhhh”, were now Sonyas’ entire vocabulary.  All vestige of thought had fled.  Her entire being, her sould, her mind, had melded and become one thing:  Sonya was now one tremendous, Herculean, volcanic orgasm waiting to happen.  All night she’d been on the very edge and it had driven her out of her senses.

Hing Lee observed the huge tremors shaking Sonya and the thick cables of sperm that now bridged the gap between her body and the floor.  She laughed again thinking to when she had fixed the rubber cock’s setting to “continuous” before leaving Sonya the day before.  She had ordered a 30 gallon reservoir behind the wall.  Two hours after her urine/boot licking humiliation Sonya had sought a feeding.  After only two strokes the monstrous ejaculation had caught her by surprise.  It had been one powerful, continuous jet which had flooded her throat and mouth and she had gagged at the sheer volume.  Cum had gone up her nose and out and she had pulled back only to be hosed down by that white, sticky effusion.  She had tried moving her head out of the way but if she lowered it the torrent caught her hair and flooded her back.  If she threw back her head, it caught he on the chin and spewed on her throat, into the inverted lampshade colla and flowed down her tits.  And her breasts had become UNBEARABLE, gripped by that vague unaanswerable NEED that was like pain , but different.

It was only possible for Hing Lee to tell where Sonya’s mouth was by the bubbles being blown and the constant “Uuuuuunnnnnggghhh” coming from it.  Every 65 seconds a bell rang and a SPLAT was heard.  But the high pitched nature of Hing Lee’s voice was the one thing that could still penetrate Sonya’s consciousness and goad her to greater depths of debasement.  “Number 10!” and a stab told Sonya another injection had been adminstered.  “Oh, soon wittle Pussy, so soon!”, she heard her coo and laugh.  “My, my, but Pussy’s had a lot of cweam”, her voice kept mocking.  “And it’s been 4 whole days!  Would wittle Pussy like another 2 days?”

Automatically, like a reflex, Sonya’s head shook and a wild, “Nooooo!” was screamed.  The cum flew from her swaying hair.  “Oh, is wittle Pussy weady to cum for her Mistress, then?”  A wild nodding began immediately.  “OOOh, yes.......pleaaassse, Mistress.  I want to co-o-o-o-ome”, as the bell rang and another blow fell.  “But wittle Pussy’s so selfish.  What about all this cream?”  Hing Lee pushed a button, the cock that had dominated Sonya’s life for 4 days slipped into the wall, and Hing Lee slipped underneath one of Sonya’s arms and knelt in front of Sonya, her face an inch from hers.  The odor of cum flooded Hing Lee’s nostrils.  With both hands she seized upon Sonya’s slimed down hair and planted a savage kiss on her mouth, Hing Lee’s tongue snaking in and finding the other one, gory with ooze, and she began to suck greedily as again the bell rang and SPLAT!

Hing Lee pulled her head back, breaking the seminal embrace, and a dozen thick strands spawned the space between their two faces.  She rose in front of Sonya, the cum dripping, hanging from her lips, nose and chin.  “Oooh, that’s good cream”, she stated, tasting the essence of hundreds of men.  “So Pussy wants to cum weally, weally bad?”  Again the uncontrolled nodding as Sonya gasped at the next bell and blow.  “But what about your Mistress?  Shouldn’t SHE cum too?”  Then, her tone having hardened, she slipped the noose round Sonya’s neck and hissed, “Come on, you fucking slut, you white American whore.  Lap my cunt like a dog, you bitch!  Come her you pig!” she ordered, yanking hard on the noose, “it’s feeding time at the hairy trough”.  Sonya’s own words came back to mock her.

Sonya’s face was buried in Asian quim as her trembling increased, the bell rang and SPLAT!  Already a mixture of saliva, female ooze and globs of semen coated Hing Lee’s crotch as sounds of noisy feeding escaped from her cunt.  In the throes of perpetual near-climax, Sonya could not control her tongue as it lapped and flicked across Hing Lee’s cleft, then found her clit.  She put her lips around it and, shaking all the while and emitting grunts and squeals, she began to flice her spunk-coated tongue over it.  Six times Sonya neared nirvana and six times the bell strangled her nascent orgasm, denied her entry to paradise, and she sobbed with frustration as she licked, almost choking from the rope around her neck.

Hing Lee’s breath was now heavy as her gash opened wide and flowed.  She ground her cunt into Sonyas’ cum-blanketed face: “Oh yes, you bitch. Do it faster.  Jesus, you whore!  Do it , DO IT!......UUUUNNNNNGGGHHHH!”, the cry rose from both throats as a bell and SPLAT were heard.  It was akin to two riders racing neck and neck in a steeplechase with only one fence left to jump.  What goes through a rider’s mind as she sees her adversary leap the final gate while her own steed balks and stops, sending her crashing to the ground.  Such is the way Sonya felt, left panting and weeping openly into Hing Lee’s crotch at the sheer frustration fo never leaping that final fence.  What was even more crushing was having to give to her tormentor the means to attain the goal that she herself most wanted in the world.

Having clutched Sonya’s thickly matted mane, Hing Lee’s hands were dripping with sement, as were her belly and cunt.  Dripping streaks adn globs also shone brightly against the black leather near the top of her boots near her crotch.  Still breathing hevily, she began, “You’re not finished yet, white bitch!  Do it again, that’s what your white slut of a mouth is for.”  And so it went.  Twice more Sonya sent her Mistress where she herself could not follow.  Each time Hing Lee managed to climax just as the bell and SPLAT came into play, emphasizing Sonya’s weeping frustration.  “UUUUNNNNGGGGHHH!  Yeah, that was good, bitch.”  Then her infuriating baby talk took over as she watched Sonya grovelling, kneeling on the ground, hands behind her back, desperately trying to rub her thighs together but unable to reach the clit behind its shield.

“Oh, we’ve forgotten awww about wittle Doggie!”  Sonya did not even notice the change of names Hing Lee used for her.  “I didn’t notice before, but my wittle puppy seems a bit hot and bothered”, she said as Sonya was once again about to experience the bell and SPLAT.  “Uuunnngggh”, and more sobbing.  “Does Puppy have something she wants to ask me vewy vewy nicely?”  Wracked by sobs and her own panting breath Sonya, still blinded by a cover of cum which had even leaked over the one eye that had been washed, managed to beg, “Please.............pleaaaaase........cum, I.............cum...........need........Uuuunnngggh!”, the bell rang and Sonya’s ass was flayed.

“No, no, Puppy’s going to have to start over.  Is there something Puppy needs?”

“Oooohhhh”, she wailed.  “Need..........cum..........pleeeaaase.........God!...........Ooooooh,,,,,,,,,,pleeeaaase..........Uuuunnnggggh!” as the bell and paddle once more plagued her existence.

“Puppy should/ve said something before now.  I didn’t know. Poor, poor Puppy!  I’ll tell you what.  We’ll untie you and you can do anything you like to have your fun, OK?” 

Sonya’s head nodded furiously, feeling once more the rising tide within hr loins.

“But Puppy has to promise ONE thing now.”

“Anything!.........anyth...........oh God!  Uuuunnnngggh!”, she responded to voice, bell and SPLAT.

“Puppy can’t stand up.  If she gets to her feet we’ll give her TEN more days; alright?” This elicited more furious nodding.

“But because Puppy’s been such a good doggie, Mistress will give hr a present.  Puppy get to hear the bell TEN more times before going!

“NOOOOOOOOO, ...........now.............pleeeaaase”, as her sobbing increased.  “Can’t ...........take it.......Uuuuuunnnnngh!” , RING, SPLAT!

The crowd counted “TEN!” , and Sonya heard them from but 3 feet away.

“Please................please................now...............oooohhhh...........aaaahhhhhhhhhh, .......oh God!..........Uuuuungggghhh!” RING, SPLAT

“NINE!”, the crowd chanted.

The countdown was on.  Through her mask of cum, Sonya’s mouth could be seen gasping and long trails of whitish fluid hung from everywhere as she salivated with anticipation.  After nine minutes the crowd shouted, “ONE!”  Sonya grit her teeth and tried to han on, just one more.  She felt it rise, rise, rise up high ------ “Uuuuuunnnngh”, RING, SPLAT!

As if by magic the clit device and leg straps fell away.  Her hands remained tied behind her back.  So long had she been at the peak of orgasm that even without the vibrator the sensation did not subside and her throbbing clit DEMANDED attention.  She screamed in her lust and frustration, her hands clawing behind her, unable to rach her lust button.  She rolled on the ground in a pool of semen and the spectators’ laughter debased her further, knowing she had absolutely no control over her own clit, her clit driving her, controlling her instead.  She heard the click of numerous cameras and felt the flashes as she wailed, thrashing on the ground.  Then a high pitched mocking voice reached her from far afield, “Here Puppy-puppy-puppy, here doggie-doggie-doggie! Mistess has something good for you.......”

In her madness Sonya got to her knees and in desperation followed that voice she hated most.  She could hear the crowd follow and taunt her as shge blindly strove to reach savation.  She fell forward and her face landed on to fo a boot........Hing Lee, arms akimbo, was standing with one leg stretched in front of her with its heel and sole on the ground.  “Oooooh, Puppy.........almost there........”

If anything, her unfulfilled lust was even worse as Sonya scrambled back to her knees, intent on not letting the boot get away.  Almost jumping, she straddled the boot, flung herself forward and began to hump it like a dog in heat, the reams of sperm lubricating the passage of her overheated clit over the rough laces.

Knowing what she was doing but unable to help herself, Sonya fell to new depths of humiliation as the crowd laughed at her most intimate and weakest moment.  She felt a burning stream on her back and knew a man was pissing on her but still she humped with renewed frenzy, grinding her cunt on the boot, ignoring the flashes from cameras, jobbing up and down against the laces and not even noticing the incredible sway and ache of her tits.

The wave of sensation that had not left her for days now began to crest.  Each time, up or down the laces, sent Sonya higher and higher.  She began to sputter and gasp as she felt it getting closer, closer, she was ALMOS THERE......”OOOOH, OOOOH, UUUNNNN --------The boot slipped back and Sonya howled, howled like the bitch she’d become.  She’d been there! So close!  Her body, without her mind, desperately sought the boot and a voice pointed the way, “Poor Puppy seems to be in such a hurry! We have to make it last at least a wittle, don’t we?”

Not caring about anything else, knowing the same thing would occur again, she couldn’t help it, her body commanded her in its urges.  She scrambled after the boot and found it.  “Looks like Puppy’s found a fwiend!” came that mocking voice, then it changed: “Come on bitch, fuck yourself on it. I’ll let you go free in an hour if you stop right now!”

Crying and weeping b ecause she knew what she was doing, but was powerless to stop it, Sonya straddled the boot and humped.  The feeling came fast and everything else was forgotten.  Soon, soon, almost THER, YES..........UUUUNNNN -----the boot pulled away.  This scene was repeated every 3 yards around that vast chamber, Sonya scraping her clit raw, men pissing on her back, as she NEARLY attained her goal time and again, till the entire circumference of the room had been covered.  Twice Hing Lee had told her, “This is it, Puppy, you’ve got it, good girl.  Yes, you’re gonna cum.......” before pulling away the boot which was by now thickly coated in sexual slime.  Every time, Sonya’s body absolutely convinced her that this was it, that this time she would get what she so ardently sought.

Again, Sonya searched for the boot, half of her coating of spunk washed away by piss and sweat.  She was still blind and had become, if that was possible, even more desperate, more depraved in her unsated lust.  Only unintelligible sounds had issued form her for the previous 20 minutes.  Her breath had become shallow and raspy as the “voice” egged her on, “Poor Puppy looks weally weally tired.  Maybe we should just stop right..........

“Nnnnnnnn..........”, Sonya uttered, unable to pronounce even that one syllable.

“Okay, Mistress will let you cum.  But first, is there something Puppy would like to give to his kind Mistress?”

Sonya, through waves ov clitory torture, was still scrambling for that elusive boot, but what could she have left to give?  She had straddled the boot and was hopelessly trying to squeeze her cunt against it, her head near Hing Lee’s crotch, and the dominatrix kept pulling away ever so slowly but inexorably, tantalizing the wretch below her.  “Think, wittle Puppy, think!”, she said shoving Sonya’s face in her crotch.  “What does Puppy have to give her Mistress?”

All of a sudden, a flash of intuition illuminated Sonya’s being, “Take my...........cherry.............RIP IT OUT!!  I’ll..........I’ll let...........ANYONE fuck me..............PLEEEAAASE”, she panted, “ please............TAKE IT!”

Smiling scornfully at the grovelling mess of sperm at her foot Hing Lee stated depracatingly, “Good!  That’s settled.  Ok pig-dog, show everyone here what a slut you really are; show them the whore!  Fuck yourself on my boot, you dripping, slimy CUNT!  I WANT YOU TO BARK! BARK, BITCH!”

“WOOF, WOOF, WOOF”.Needing no further invitation, Sonya began to bark for all she was worth as she began a furious humping, the waves now coming back, each one larger than the preceding one, coursing through her body.  Her loins were on fire; she began to feel a deep internal roiling; faster, faster, she ground her cleft agaisnt the laces; the peak was near, closer, closer, closer; she was at the peak, just a little more..............”GOD!!!!!!!!! UUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGH!” and Sonya screamed as four days of pent up orgasm crashed through her floodgates, a tidal wave of sensation; lightning flashes ripped from her cunt to her extremities as she pressed with all her weight against the boot, not even feeling the paddle give her one HUGE final whack.  And still it grew larger as she screamed again, rolling on her back, thrusting up her hips and keeping them high as explosions tore her insides, as miniature suns flared in her very core.

For ten minutes she wailed in her climax before it began to ebb a fraction at a time.  In spite of herself, quite involuntarily, she broke into tears and thanked Hing Lee, “Oh thank you Mistress, thank you......”Then the after shocks gripped her, each like an orgasm of its own and these lasted a very, very long time.  She recalled nothing else except the dim sense of asking permission to lick clean her Mistress’s boot and Hing Lee kindly obliging.