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Chapter 7 Talking with Cindy
Cindy had been a good slave for quite a while. She’d received her share of spankings and humiliation and spent a lot of time with nipple clamps on her heavenly breasts but hadn’t had a major punishment in quite a bit. She definitely didn’t deserve what was about to happen to her.
I woke her with a kick to her door. By the time I unlocked and opened it she was kneeling properly, her blanket and pillow shoved behind her. She looked a picture, it was hard not to kiss my sweet Cindy. I could tell she was hopeful that today wouldn’t be too painful, anxious to please if that was what I required.
“Come out and stand up, dear.”
I instructed my slave. She obeyed and I took the chance to glide my hands over her tempting body. All mine to do with as I please, whatever I desire. And that day I wanted to abuse her. Poor girl.
I took her to the bathroom and stayed inside as she took care of herself. I was enthralled, like always, as I watched her sitting on the toilet, showering, brushing her teeth and pulling her recently dried hair into my favorite style, a pony tail. Someday I’ll have to teach her to be my pony girl, it only seems appropriate.
We went to the play room and I sat in the master’s chair. I told Cindy to fetch the clover clamps and a pair of cuffs. She returned promptly and handed them to me. Turning her around I locked her wrists behind her, taking a moment to admire her bottom. She has such a spankable ass, I wonder how many times I’ve struck it. The ever-present plug was there, her best friend nestled between her round cheeks, always reminding her that I can do anything I please with her magnificent body.
“Turn and kneel, slave.”
She got down on her knees facing me and presented her tits, knowing what was next. Her nipples are just made for clamps so she wears them almost every day. Her soft pink buds get so sore. She occasionally asks me to massage then for her, even though she abhors asking for any sort of intimate contact.
I stroked her nipples until they were aroused, standing tall and begging for attention. My slave hates it when her body responds against her will. Sometimes I tell her she won’t be punished if she can keep her nipples from getting hard for three minutes but my fingers and lips always win the contest. After fixing the familiar clamps on her I pushed her head down onto my cock. She got right to work, as expected. Her skilled mouth making me fully erect in no time.
“Good girl, now stand up and turn. Spread your feet and touch your toes.”
With Cindy in position, her ass and cunt on display for me, I stepped behind her and pushed into her love hole. She wasn’t wet at first but her saliva was enough for entry and the penetration soon caused her to lubricate. I fucked her at a comfortable pace and the chain from her clamps bounced off her face as it dangled down from her chest.
My filthy slut soon began to enjoy herself, juicing up nicely and even trying to push back with what little leverage she had. I doubted she’d be able to cum but that was fine, I assume she likes being teased.
After a pleasant while of this I felt my own orgasm approaching and buried myself in her warm, wet softness. I pumped my seed deep into her body, claiming her as mine once again. Cindy dutifully turned and cleaned our fluids off my cock while I enjoyed the post-orgasm glow. My need for sex was satisfied but my need to hurt and humiliate my girl was still burning strong.
“Come with me, sweetness.”
I led her to the punishment room and refastened her hands in front of her. I chained them to the ceiling, pulling her arms over her head to keep them out of the way. Not too high, leaving her gorgeous tits sagging just that perfect amount. I wound a slim rope around the base of one of her breasts, wrapping the successive strands closer to her chest. I did the same with her other breast. Soon they stood out beautifully round and swollen, slowly turning darker as the blood became trapped in her precious mounds.
“My lovely girl, you look so nice this way! Don’t you think you look pretty?”
“Yes, sir. I look very pretty for you.”
she answered reluctantly. My slave has learned, through cruel punishments, to say exactly what I like to hear from her. Such a good girl.
“Yes, you’re all ready for today’s fun.”
I freed her hands and gave her a couple toys to carry back to the play room. She took a cane and flogger in stride but shuddered at the cattle prod. After adding a narrow leather strap I led her back into the play room. She followed, looking submissively at the floor and holding the instruments of her approaching torment.
There was a plain but sturdy wooden table in the play room that she must have noticed before. I had built it just for my Cindy. I hoped she appreciated all the time and effort I put into finding creative ways to hurt her. I’d make sure she thanked me later. She’s very good at expressing her gratefulness with the right incentive.
After she placed her toys on the table I fastened her hands behind her. I had her kneel next to the table, resting her bound breasts on the hard, flat surface. The side of the table she was facing was 6 feet long. The width was two feet. I had bolted it to the floor to ensure it stayed in position. On Cindy’s side there was Plexiglas from the tabletop to the floor, between the two legs.
I had two U-shaped metal bars with the ends threaded like a bolt. These fit over her tits and through four conveniently placed holes in the surface. Reaching under the table, I screwed nuts on the ends, ensuring the curved rods couldn’t be lifted. I pulled one of my girl’s nipples across the table towards me, getting as much flesh as possible under the curve of the bar.
“Lean forward honey, give me all of that tied up titty.”
I tightened the nuts further, clamping her tit down with the bar fitting behind the ropes I had used earlier. I repeated the process on her other swollen mammary, locking her to the table by her precious boobs.
Cindy was truly scared now, she knew this was going to be a painful ordeal and her chest would be taking a battering. Her wide open eyes followed my every move for some clue as to what her immediate future held. I let her stew, she’d find out soon enough.
Next I brought over another Plexiglas sheet. It had two half circles cut out of the bottom edge and she must have known what they were for. The two legs on Cindy’s side of the table extended up about four feet above the tabletop and I secured the clear pane to these. The bottom of the pane was resting on the table with the holes fitting just over the clamps locking her to the wooden suface.
My slave was now separated from her tits by a transparent wall. I removed her wrist cuffs leaving her unbound except for her helpless chest. She could speak, struggle, thrash, or wave her arms but her gorgeous tits were a world away from her, despite being in clear sight.
I pulled up a chair and sat directly across from my fucktoy. I smiled at her and gently brushed my fingertips over the taught skin of her bosom. Untying the ropes I carefully unwound them from her chest, thoughtfully making sure not to give my poor girl any rope burns as I pulled them from underneath her swollen breasts.
With some of the pressure relieved her tits weren’t ballooned quite as round. There were lovely lines circling them were the rope had hugged her closely but those slowly faded as the clamps were tight enough to make her swell up again. I fondled the vulnerable globes and watched Cindy’s face as she looked around, examining her situation and avoiding eye contact. She grimaced, displeased but knowing that any verbal protest would land her in even more trouble.
I squeezed her nipples and tugged them towards me. I admired her stunning breasts. They must have brought her so much attention in her previous life, all the boys desperate to touch them or even catch a glimpse of her soft, warm chest. They continued to bring her attention under my care. Unwanted and painful attention, of course, but my Cindy can’t afford to be picky these days. After fondling the tender flesh for a while, I informed her what the day would bring.
“We’re going to have a nice conversation, slave. We’ll talk about lots of fun things and be very open with each other. I believe it will be good for our relationship and bring us closer together as a master and a worthless piece of trash that’s only good for fucking and hurting. To be sure you’re completely honest, I will demonstrate what happens to slaves who lie or hide the truth.”
Poor Cindy wilted at being called a piece of trash. After all this time her feelings are still hurt by degrading names. She’s just perfect.
She forgot all about her injured pride when I picked up the cattle prod. She had experienced the prod several times by that point in her slavery, usually when she wasn’t moving fast enough for my tastes. I had always used it on her sides, ass and thighs. I’d been saving the sensation of having her tits shocked just for that day.
I held the two metal prongs an inch in front of her nipple, letting her anticipate what was coming. The look of terror on her gorgeous features was just amazing. The desperate girl pressed her palms against the clear panel and tried to push herself away from the impending pain. Of course her tits weren’t going anywhere, clamped to the table as they were. For all her effort, her breasts didn’t even jiggle.
As Cindy shrieked and begged I smiled and pressed the prod into her nipple, leaving it just a few moments before sending the shock. My fuckdoll absolutely lost it. Screaming and clawing at the Plexiglas to get to her mistreated tit and protect it. Once she calmed down I zapped her other nipple even longer.
“Now sweetie, are you ready to be completely candid with me?”
With her eyes sad and her lip pouting she nodded her agreement. I set the prod back on the table and lifted the leather strap. It was about an inch wide and 18 inches long. I laid it over Cindy’s round tits, knowing she hates the feeling of an implement she’s about to be hurt with. She cringes so beautifully when I stoke her gently with a whip or cane.
“Remember to answer right away dear, hesitation will be punished. Which of your fuck holes do you like having used the most?”
My slut looked confused, she doesn’t get to talk much and when she is allowed she’s usually begging. She started to speak, stopped and when I reached for the strap she quickly blurted,
“My pussy, sir!”
“That was close, slave. Now, why do you like having me in your cunt more than anything else?”
“It doesn’t hurt like my ass or choke me like my mouth.”
“Being choked is the worst part of having me in your throat?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What else don’t you like about it?”
She looked up at me pleadingly, those big blue eyes looking up almost inspiring sympathy. But Cindy doesn’t get sympathy, she gets pain. She gets humiliation. She gets used. I snatched the strap and brought it down across the tops of both her trapped boobs.
“I don’t like AAAAAAGGGHH!”
She tried to answer in time but failed. Any leniency had been used up with her first question. I lashed her ten time while she sang me a high pitched song with her heartbreaking screams. I sternly repeated,
“What else don’t you like about sucking my cock?”
She was breathing heavily and starting to cry but managed to answer,
“I hate swallowing your semen.”
Ten more strokes followed. Cindy screamed and spread her arms as though she could reach around the clear barrier and soothe her precious milk sacks.
“I told you to tell the truth you filthy fucking liar. Just a couple weeks ago you were begging to swallow my cum.”
“But sir, you wouldn’t give me any food! I was hungry.”
“Well that’s your fault, isn’t it? When I put you on the scale how much was your tubby ass overweight?
“Two pounds, master.”
That memory warmed my heart. The weight above her allowed maximum hadn’t even been noticeable. If anything, it had made her soft, round bottom even more fuckable. Still, rules are rules and bad girls need discipline. It didn’t matter that I had kept her bound in various predicaments instead of exercising her and fed her greasy foods instead of the usual fruits and veggies the previous week. She had allowed herself to become fat and disgusting.
We shared a lovely evening of beatings and anal sex. When I finally put her away in her house I informed her that she’d be on a cum diet until she returned to an attractive weight. The next day when her stomach growled I made her suck me off, making sure to cum in her recently brushed hair. Later on she sucked me but I came inside her tight fuckslot. The following morning she finally begged for some breakfast, fresh from my manhood.
“Why did you tell me you don’t like my delicious cum when you want it so badly?”
“I needed it, sir, but I didn’t like it. I hate knowing it’s inside me, part of me.”
“Now that’s a good answer. If you had explained yourself like that right away you wouldn’t have been punished. Let’s see if you can be a little more forthcoming about your shit hole. Why don’t you like being fucked in the ass as much as in the cunt?”
“It hurts, sir. And, and it’s wrong. There, there shouldn’t be anything up my bottom. But, unh, the worst part is that you make me taste it! Why? Why do you do that? I HATE IT!”
Cindy was screaming by the end of her explanation. Fresh tears fell down her delicate cheeks. I think the release was good for her. She’s usually not permitted to voice much of an opinion and she probably needed to tell someone her feelings of shame and anger, even if it was me.
“Once you make me dirty with your asshole it’s your responsibility to clean me off. That only seems fair. You said you don’t like anything up your anus. What about your best friend? How does it feel when that’s gone?”
“It feels empty. I’m used to it but I still hate it. I hate it more because I’m used to it.”
I was pleased. Hearing how her treatment hurt her mentally as well as physically was making me hard. After our conversation Cindy would get a nice, deep ass raping while holding the soiled plug in her mouth.
“You did such a good job I’m only going to give you 10 more with the strap, then we can use the flogger.”
My slave gave me that wonderful glare of hers that appears when I do something completely unfair but present it as reasonable or even generous. I added ten more lines across the sensitive flesh of her bosom and she screamed, just like I wanted her to.
Once I was done with the strap I put it back on the table. As I lifted the flogger, Cindy’s eyes glanced back and forth between it and the cane, probably trying to determine how much more abuse her tits would have to endure. I draped the lashes over her breasts, slowly pulling them back and forth. The leather strands brushing her red skin. As I leaned over and kissed the Plexiglas in front of her face I hoped she was imagining the heat spreading after being hit with the flogger.
“Sweetheart, this is an important question. Be sure to answer right away and explain yourself well. What is the worst punishment you’ve experienced since I made you my slave?”
She just stared. I had a suspicion she tried to hold back her tears and screams at times so I wouldn’t know which tortures she feared most. The idea of revealing this to me must have horrified her into silence. While I understood her hesitation I wouldn’t forgive it.
I brought the flogger down on my two bulging targets, the dull impact causing Cindy to grunt. The flogger didn’t have the same sharp impact as the other instruments but I made up for it. Blow after blow left her tits glowing crimson. I covered all possible angles, covering the sides, of course her nipples and making sure to let the tips curl down into her cleavage from time to time.
I know she appreciated my thoroughness because by the end of fifty strokes she was gushing tears of gratitude. Her head was leaning forward against the barrier, her hands reaching for her maltreated titties, as if she could will them through the pane to hold her chest and ease her suffering.
As soon as she seemed responsive again I demanded,
“What has been the worst torture?”
‘The wooden pony, master. Please, no more, the pony was the worst. It hurts, sir, it hurts me there and it just gets worse and worse. My legs get so tired and my pussy gets so sore, it’s not fair. You just leave me there, you don’t even stay. I try so hard to stay up but I can’t and it, it hurts my clit so bad. The rest of my pussy too but my clit! Master, y-you’re going to ruin me!”
Cindy’s speech was accentuated with sobs, tears and wails. My rapedoll had had enough. Unfortunately for her I had every intention of giving her much more than enough. I dragged the flogger across her breasts once again and laid it back on the wooden surface.
I lifted the cane, my favorite instrument for inflicting pain on her helpless meat sacks. Just for fun I laid a few stripes across her nipples and areolas. She was clearly holding back her protest, as she didn’t deserve this under the current rules. Too bad. I continued striking the tips of her breasts, emphasizing my words as I asked.
“Of course the pony is great fun, all girls want a pony. What has been the most painful experience for these?”
I indicated what “these” were with a final blow, straight across both nipples as hard as I could.
“You hurt my breasts so much. It’s always bad. I don’t know, sir!”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“That’s not a good answer, cunt. Think of a better one. Maybe this will inspire you.”
Standing to the side of the table I firmly pinched a nipple with my left hand and pulled it up, lifting the breast away from the flat surface. I used my right to thrash the sensitive underside of Cindy’s breast with the cane, swinging horizontally across the tabletop. While the stupid whore blubbered incoherently I painted welts all over the bottoms of her tits.
“I sick of holding these up, wait here.”
Setting the cane on the table, I walked swiftly to the punishment room and found what I was looking for. Coming back to my sweet slave I again hefted her tits up by her nipples and slid a sheet of course sandpaper under each one. Pressing a hand on top of each bag of flesh, I ground the fresh welts into the rough surface.
“So, did you think of a good answer or do I need to use the cattle prod again?”
“No, Master, I know what the worst was. It was the sunburn. The sunburn on my breasts and then you hurt them so much. Like today but they were burned. They hurt all the time.”
That had been a special time. If I wasn’t worried my slave would get skin cancer I’d keep her sunburned all summer. I had cut two holes in a sheet of plywood and strapped her to it with her tits forced through the holes. A strap over her back and four more at her wrists and ankles held her tight against the board. I laid her outside with her breasts exposed to the sun all afternoon.
While Cindy soaked up the sun I sat nearby under a shade umbrella and enjoyed some lemonade. I even took a short nap, lulled to sleep by the sweet sounds of my slave explaining desperately that her boobs were being baked and she would do anything to get out of her situation. The poor thing actually offered to “make love to me with her butthole”. A phrase she despises and has otherwise never said without being specifically prompted.
I couldn’t resist an offer like that so I flipped the board over and took her anally. After being so willing to give it up she certainly did cry a lot. The weight of both our bodies must have been causing some discomfort in her sunburn-covered tits. After returning her best friend I turned her back over and went inside to cool off.
Cindy’s titties were bright red by the time I brought her in. The contrast with the rest of her pale skin was just gorgeous. Just touching them was painful for her. Of course I did much more than touch them over the next several days. Naturally, she had to be punished for allowing her skin to peel. Her tits looked terrible and she knows she’s responsible for pleasing me with her appearance.
Our favorite game was titty fucking with the soothing skin lotion. Of course she had to get me off first without the lotion, suckle me until I was hard again and then she got her relief. Fortunately for her, the tears from her pretty eyes falling on her painfully scorched skin helped me become ready for round two faster than normal.
“You did such a good job, honey. Isn’t it good to really talk? We’re quite the couple you and I. I’ll have to take you on a fancy date sometime.”
I carefully freed her from the table. Leading her to the mattress I pushed her down onto her stomach. She cried out when her weight fell on her beaten titties but was too tired to struggle much. After reaming out her butthole with my cock I put her best friend back in place, threw her back in her small metal house and locked the door.
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