3.
In fact, Mike left her there for a good thirty minutes before he came back
carrying two big photo-floods on tripods and his Nikon camera. He positioned the
floods, switched them on and armed his camera. Finally he went to the girl and
pulled the black bag off her head and the plugs from her ears. She blinked,
half-blinded by the harsh light and the tears in her eyes. When she could at
last see clearly, she saw Mike in front of her, the camera pointing straight at
her. She immediately ducked her head, she wasn't going to let him take pictures
of her in this disgusting position! Mike thought otherwise. He took a piece of
rough twine and tied it to a lock of hair in the top of her head. This he ran
down her back and in between her pussy lips, so that it lay alongside her
clitoris. He lifted her head, pulled the twine tight and tied the end to the
foot at the rod that held her neck. Now, if she tried to duck her head, the
twine would cut into her cunt, not to mention trying to pull out the lock of
hair. She couldn't even turn her head away.
Mike took a number of shots, being careful to frame her tear-stained face and
her half-exposed breasts hanging down like a cow's udders. Then, untying the
twine, he retied it directly to the base of the rod so that her head was held
down. He walked round behind her, crouched down and aimed the camera between her
outstretched legs. In the viewfinder he saw her face, framed by her thighs and
surmounted by her gaping cunt and ass-hole. He racked off several shots of this.
"In case you're wondering why the photos, Martine, they are my insurance. I'm
sure that you wouldn't like your friends and family to receive copies, would
you. Not to mention having them on the Net, with your name and address attached,
for all to see. Well that's just what will happen if you even think of going to
the police after the weekend is over."
Martine groaned softly. The swine! It was the one thing that was keeping her
going, the idea of denouncing him to the police and seeing him get a long jail
sentence. Now even that was out of her reach, because she certainly couldn't
afford to have those photos shown to anyone.
"Right, having attended to one end of you, it's time we paid some attention to
those magnificent tits of yours." So saying, he undid her right hand and bent
her elbow so that her wrist was alongside her upper arm, near her shoulder. He
tied the cord round her arm, so that her wrist was pulled in tight against her
arm and she couldn't move her hand away from it. Having done the same with her
left hand, he undid the neck strap and pulled her upright. Then he picked up a
seven foot long steel post with two cross-bars welded to it and dropped it into
a hole in the floor of the platform, so that it was immediately behind her.
Behind and close, so close in fact that the crack of her ass was pressed firmly
against it.
This rod had another half-circle of metal, and he pulled her back so that her
neck settled into it, to be strapped in place once more. He attached her hands
to the upper cross-bar and her elbows to the lower one with leather straps, and
then stood back to inspect her. She was a sight for sore eyes. Her legs were
still obscenely straddled, knees bent slightly forward, hips blocked. And now
her upper torso was also firmly held, so that she couldn't move, or even twist,
since the upright was pegged in its slot.
Picking up the shears again, he slid the tip of one blade under a shoulder-strap
and cut. The weight of her breast caused the cup to fall, exposing her
completely. He did the same on the other side, and only then did he take a good
look at her. She had the most gorgeous pair of tits he had ever seen, wide- and
high-set, full, the aureole dark, the size of a silver dollar, the nipples
fairly prominent. Finally he slid the blade of the shears down between her tits,
under the main strap and cut it through.
He put down the shears and lifted his hands towards them. She shrank back
against the post. Slowly, using his finger-tips, he traced the curves of her
breasts and then, after sucking each index finger, he started to run them round
and round her nipples. The cooling effect caused the usual inevitable reaction,
her nipples started to swell and jut out. She was horrified, her face went
crimson at this betrayal by her body, but there was nothing she could do about
it. She tried to squirm away from his touch, but found that she was tied in such
a way that she couldn't move her tits the merest fraction of an inch.
"You see, sweetheart, you're hot for it," Mike said, mockingly. She shook her
head frantically, but it was no good, her tits were now crowned by two jutting,
pulsating nipples over which she had not control. Then to her horror, he took
each nipple between the knuckles of his first and second fingers and squeezed.
She stiffened with the shock of the pain that ripped through her breasts. She
would never have believed that such a tiny, insignificant-looking movement could
have such a devastating effect, could cause so much agony. Again she screamed
around the gag, still to no effect. He released her nipples, but the pain
remained, dying away only slowly.
Moving round behind the immobile body, Mike pulled on a pair of thin surgical
gloves and, from the table, picked up a big tube marked "Deep Heat". This was a
pain-relief unguent for rheumatism, but he knew it could be used to other ends.
He reached round her and showed her the tube. Then his hands still in front of
her where she could see them, he took the cap off the tube and squeezed a very
generous portion of the contents into the palm of his left hand. Putting down
the tube, he rubbed the palms of his gloved hands together, so that the unguent
was spread all over them.
This was one of the bits he had been looking forward to. Slowly he grasped a
breast in each hand and started to massage it. The unguent acted like massage
cream, letting the firm flesh slide easily beneath his palms and fingers. It
felt wonderful. Martine herself was not displeased, though she couldn't think
why on earth he was doing this to her. She had very sensitive breasts and often,
in bed, she would massage them herself. The movements of his hands, firm but
gentle, were soothing, and she wondered where the catch was. She was not left to
wonder for long.
After about five minutes all traces of the unguent had disappeared, so Mike
stepped back, pulled off the gloves, released her neck, hands and elbows, pulled
the steel upright out of its hole and laid it down on the platform. Then he
stepped down, picked up a camcorder from the table and moved round in front of
Martine. She stood there, legs still held immovably wide apart, not moving.
In fact, Martine was puzzled. She couldn't see the point of what had just
happened! She looked down at her breasts. They looked exactly the same as they
always had, a pleasant, warm glow from the massage pervading them, the nipples
still aching dully. The glow grew, and doubt crept into her mind. What was that
unguent? The glow became heat. Her breasts glistened, but did not change colour.
Now they were quite hot. She swung her upper body to create cooling air across
them, and as she did so the fluids in her breasts moved, causing the flesh to
ripple in a most turgid manner. The heat swiftly became almost unbearable and
she twisted frantically, trying to cool the two globes of fire attached to her
chest. She screamed soundlessly, shaking her torso like a go-go dancer, her full
breasts bouncing up and down and from side to side.
Mike had a cock as stiff as a tree-trunk, and he was itching to use it. The
sight of her tits was almost too much for him, but he was determined to continue
the punishment before taking her.
Martine tried desperately to reach her breasts with her hands, but they were
tied too tightly to her upper arms. Had she been able to reach her breasts, she
would probably have torn them off in her attempts to stop the terrible pain. She
screamed and scream, lunging her body laviciously in all directions, to the
delight of Mike, who was busy filming the scene. So great was the pain, and her
distress, that she did not even realise that he was filming her.
Slowly, so slowly, the pain softened and died away and when she looked down, her
breasts appeared to her as they had always done, white, smooth, luscious,
apparently untouched by the effects of the unguent. Ready, thought, Mike, for
the next round, but he didn't say so out loud. She would find out all in good
time. He put down the camera and left the room, in search of another drink. All
this torture was thirsty work!
Left on her own, Martine cried bitterly. She knew now that she was going to be
hurt right through the rest of the weekend and that there was no escape.
