Lessons in Submission

Copyright Ed Edas 2006 All rights reserved

Prologue

 

      Emma was lying on her front on her bed, she was watching TV, naked apart from a pair of brief panties.  The door was flung open, she smiled at Kurt’s somewhat dramatic entrance, and then realising that he was in a serious mood, she got quickly off the bed and knelt before him.  She spread her knees wide apart and with her arms behind her back grasped one of her elbows in each hand.  This caused her to arch her back and push out her small but shapely breasts.  Kurt bent forward and took her nipples between the finger and thumb of each hand, he squeezed hard and pulled until he heard a gasp from the girl.

     “Look at me.”

     Emma raised her eyes to look at him.  She felt his grip tighten even more and winced at the pain.  Kurt’s eyes bored into hers.

     “I want you dressed in heels and stockings, made up like the tart you are and downstairs in ten minutes in the lounge.  Greg is downstairs and you are going to please both of us.  You will do exactly as you are told.  Do it right and you will have the lovely Anne to play with.  Remember her?  You watched a video of her being used one night.”

     Emma did indeed remember the video.  She had been kneeling, tied to a bondage frame while she watched and Kurt had taunted her with every perfection of Anne’s body comparing it, unflatteringly, to her own.  Even then she had been powerfully aroused by the sight of the other woman.  Oh Yes, she remembered.

     “Do it wrong and I’ll torture you every day for the next week and you won’t have a woman for three months.”

     He glared down at her and then, pulling and twisting her nipples even more, forced her to her feet and then onto tip toe.  The pain was almost more than she could bear.

     “Do you understand me slave?”

     “Yes Master, I’ll be ready and will obey.”

     Kurt relaxed his grip and smiled.  He lifted her head and kissed her almost tenderly on the lips and caressed the cheeks of her backside through the silken fabric of her panties

     “Good, we’ll be waiting in the lounge.”

     He left the room and went down stairs.  Emma stood, removed her panties and walked across her bedroom.  As she sat in front of the dressing table she rubbed her nipples and realised how hard they were.

     Bastard! He always manages to make me horny when he hurts me.

     She quickly began to apply her make up.  As she did so she was thinking about what Kurt had said.

     Anne?  He must mean Greg’s slave I wonder what that’s all about.

     Even as she thought it she was thinking of how she would love to have the luscious Anne in her grasp.  She squeezed her thighs together before rising and smoothing on a pair of red hold up stockings.  Red stiletto heels with an ankle strap and a set of red and black leather wrist and ankle cuffs quickly followed.  Finally she fixed a red and black leather collar round her neck, lightly perfumed her breasts and pubic mound before taking a critical look at herself in the mirror.  What she saw caused her to smile briefly.  Small and slim 160cms in height and 52kgs, a size 8 with a pretty elfin face, red hair, blue/grey eyes and a strikingly attractive smile.  Her slim body with it’s small breasts had prominent nipples each pierced with a gold ring. Her completely shaven pussy had the labia pierced with two rings each and a further piercing through her clitoral hood.   She turned slightly and looked at the reflection in the side mirrors of the two globes of her bottom, perfect orbs, peachlike and smooth.

     I bet they won’t be unmarked by the end of tonight.

     She shuddered at the thought and walked downstairs to the lounge where she knocked on the door and waited the command to enter.

     Greg and Kurt were looking at some pictures of Emma in various bondage positions they heard the knock and Kurt called out for her to come in.  When she entered the room neither man took any notice of her.  Taking her cue she  walked to where Kurt was standing and knelt at his side, knees spread, hands clutching elbows with her eyes fixed firmly on the floor.   After a few more minutes of conversation on Emma’s fleshly attributes Kurt changed the subject.

     “Well the drinks service has arrived.  What would you like to drink?

     “I’ll have a Vodka and coke thanks, with ice.”

     “Slave make that two vodka and cokes both with ice but put your tray on and bring the ice in a bucket.  Oh and plenty of ice.”  There was more than a hint of malicious amusement in his tone. She made as if to rise but Kurt’s hand pushed down on the top of her head.

     “Crawl slave.”

     Emma turned and crawled away from the two men towards the kitchen.

     “Keep your knees apart slave, I want Greg to see that pussy and arse.”

     She dutifully parted her knees and crawled awkwardly from the room.

     Greg looked at Kurt.

     “She’s certainly got the looks and seems to be obedient, but how does she behave when under duress?”

     Kurt smiled at him.  Greg managed to keep a straight face, the problem was that a smile from Kurt was always slightly sinister.  Kurt was 42 years old 190cms tall and weighed 95kgs.  His black hair was slicked back from his forehead, that and a small well trimmed goatee beard, thin pencil line moustache and brown eyes gave him an almost oriental appearance.  Kurt was well aware of this effect and, in fact, cultivated it.  He worked out at a local gym on a daily basis and liked to show off his well toned muscles, which was why on this mild autumn evening he was wearing a tight fitting black ‘T’ shirt and black leather trousers.

     “That’s what this evening is about, I’m going to demonstrate to you just how well trained and obedient she is.  When she came to me she was a handful.  She liked being a slave but only after a battle of wills, I had to subdue her each time we met and then there is the Lesbian thing.”

     “Lesbian thing?”

     “Yes she’s bisexual but with a female she’s more dominant than submissive, I use that on her now to keep her under control.”

     “How do you do that?”

     “I let her dominate other women as a reward for good, that is obedient, behaviour, and keep her celibate, so to speak, if she misbehaves.”

     Greg smiled at this.

     “Seems a good system.”

      Emma was in the kitchen preparing to take the drinks to the lounge.  She took a small ice bucket from a cupboard and filled it with ice from a compartment in the freezer.  A bottle of Russian Vodka and two bottled cokes came from the fridge.  Turning she went to another cupboard and pulled a tray from it.  The tray was round with a rim of about twenty five mm in height, a leather strap of the same width was rivetted to the rim.  On the opposite side of the tray to where the strap was attached were two chains also attached to the rim some 20cms apart.  She quickly put the strap round her waist, adjusted the buckle until it was a snug fit and the rim of the tray pressed against her belly.  She picked up the first of the chains and using the hook on it’s end hooked it  to her right nipple ring before repeating the process with the other chain and her left nipple ring.

     The tray was now standing straight out from her body, she checked that it was level and  loaded it with the glasses, bottles of coke, and the vodka.  As she added each item the weight on the chains increased pulling on the rings and distorting her breasts until they were stretched painfully out from her rib cage.  She looked down at her tortured nipples, carefully placed the ice bucket onto the tray and  gasped as the extra weight took it’s toll.  She checked the balance of the tray and walked carefully from the room back into the lounge, each step causing the weight to pull on her distended nipples and breasts.  She walked into the lounge and stood before her Master and his guest with her hands clasped behind her back.  Kurt looked at her and smiled.  He took a piece of ice from the bucket and invited Greg to do the same.

     “Now let’s cool those nipples down, they look a bit sore.” 

     He smiled then reached forward and rubbed the ice on Emma’s straining right nipple.  Greg took his cue from Kurt and the two men rubbed the ice first on the painfully stretched nubs and then around the straining breast flesh. 

     “That’s enough, I think a drink is in order, put that bit of ice you’ve got left into her arse and I’ll put this bit in her cunt.  That should keep her cool for a while, she get’s so excited when she’s naked with men looking at her.”

     Emma was in agony but managed to hold her position while the two sadists pushed the two pieces of ice into her anal and vaginal openings. 

     “Now pour our drinks slave.”

     Kurt sat down into a low arm chair motioning Greg to do the same.  Emma spooned some ice into both of the glasses and then poured the vodka onto the ice.  She struggled to hold herself upright and balance with the tray while she levered the tops off the coke bottles.  Approaching Greg she very carefully keeping her back straight bent her knees until she was squatting to his left with the tray level with the arm of his chair.

     “Would you like all the coke with your Vodka sir?”

     Greg smiled as her looked at her straining tortured nipples and breasts.  He ran a nail across the top of her right breast and watched the look of alarm in her eyes as she struggled to maintain her balance.

     “No just half the bottle for the moment.”

     She poured the required amount of coke into the glass and handed it to Greg.

     “Would that be all sir?”

     Greg transferred the drink into his right hand, she felt his left hand stroke her thigh and a finger brushed the lips of her pussy before pushing on one of her rings.  Greg looked her in the eyes, a mischievous smile on his lips.

     “All for the moment slave.”

     He pulled the ring sharply and she fought for her balance, narrowly avoiding spilling the contents of the tray onto the floor.  She rose and made her way to the side of her Master and once more sank into a squat with her trembling thighs wide apart.  Kurt reached out and stroked the top of her stretched tortured breasts.  His fingers flicked the rings set into her nipples and she fought to stop herself screaming at the pain flaring through her upper body. Kurt laughed and tweaked the rings again.

     “You may serve my drink now my slut, all the coke and then go and get me another bottle for the next one.” 

     His casual cruelty made Emma seethe with repressed anger at the same time as she felt a deep welling up of arousal.  She could see Greg sitting sipping his drink and enjoying her suffering while Kurt began to rake her thighs with his nails.  She knew he could sense how near she was to collapsing and fought to maintain her position while the tray and it’s contents pulled on her tormented breasts and nipples.  Finally Kurt relented.

     “Go and get that other bottle of coke.”

     She rose shakily and made a slow but dignified exit to the kitchen where she removed the contents of the tray and stood panting and trembling until Kurt’s voice rang out summoning her back to the lounge.  She hurriedly replaced the bottles and ice bucket on the tray, breathing deeply as the pain signals tore through her overstressed nervous system.  Kurt called again and she walked back into the lounge.

     “You took a long time to get a coke slave I think you need a taste of the whip to sharpen you up.  What do you think Master Greg, would you care to assist me giving this slut a taste of the lash?”

     Greg grinned back at Kurt.  He knew what the other man was doing but ‘what the hell’ it would be churlish of him to refuse the offer of making the delightful Emma squirm and scream.

     “Why not.  Here or in the dungeon?”

     “Here I think, she can go and fetch the whips for us.”

     He turned to Emma.

     “Put the drinks on the table and then go and fetch a selection of whips, make them heavy I want you well marked tonight, at least one single tail.”

     Emma repressed a shudder at his mention of a single tail but hurriedly unloaded the drinks and ice onto the coffee table before leaving the room.  As she left she heard Kurt call after her.

     “Don’t forget a chain for the ceiling hook.”

     As Emma departed and both men sipped their drinks Greg was thinking about the reason for his being at Kurt’s house that evening.  Earlier in the evening he and his partner/lover/slave had been involved in a row. It wasn’t the first row they’d had but he wanted to ensure it was the last.  He was thinking of his relationship with Anne and with Kurt.  It could not be described as a conventional relationship, he had for several years been a practising dominant and Anne was the latest submissive.  Greg, at thirty-five years old,195cms and 100kgs, was a fit and powerful man.  Blue eyed, intelligent, handsome,  with a mass of blonde hair and a ready smile, he had no problem attracting willing partners. He was also a successful businessman with an apartment overlooking the Thames in Greenwich and a more than comfortable life style.  In all a great catch for the right woman but he was also a  practising and experienced sadist and  highly skilled in the myriad techniques of sexual torment.  The sound of his whip impacting on female flesh and the sight of their bodies as they writhed with the pain he was inflicting never failed to arouse him. 

     Anne, however, was different, she submitted but there was always a clash of wills, he usually found this a challenge but when she rebelled totally as she had earlier in the evening he wondered whether it was worth the effort.  The reason for the row was that he had arranged to have another female present to take part in their play.  Anne had agreed to this in advance and the evening was progressing in the direction he had planned when she had refused to lick the pussy of the other woman.  She had refused to do this in the past.  They had discussion before he had invited the other girl Anne had said that she was ready now to perform this act, and in fact wanted to do it because she knew how much it would please him.  He had sent the other girl away and then the row had started.  He had told her that enough was enough and that either she submitted to his will or she must leave.  She had told him that she wouldn’t submit and left the room.  He had then left the house. 

     Emma was hurrying down a corridor in the basement of the building, heels clicking as she made her way to the dungeon.  The empty tray bounced up and down in front of her, tugging at her nipples and she raised it up pushing it against her breasts. 

     Oh hell he want’s a single tail, this is going to hurt.  I bet he has a competition with Greg to see who is the most accurate.

     The thoughts raced through her mind as she entered the dungeon and turned on the lights revealing the forbidding bare walls, pieces of restraint equipment, and instruments of torture.  It was nothing new to her and she made her way quickly across the room to a wall which was festooned with whips of all kinds.  She paused and thought for a moment before selecting a pair of heavy floggers each with nine tails about half a metre long.  She wasn’t sure if they were going to whip her together or take it in turns but thought to be on the safe side she had better take two of each.  A pair of braided leather cat of nine tails followed and she paused to rub the tails along her right thigh.  A shudder ran through her body from head to foot as she thought of the ordeal to come, but she placed the two whips on the tray and her right hand stole down to her pussy.  The index finger slipped between the wet and swollen labia and she moaned softly to herself before quickly pulling the finger out.

     Damn, why do I let the bastard do this? He’s going to whip me, probably torture me, let another man use me and I’m excited and playing with myself.

     She smiled ruefully to herself and made the final selection of a braided leather single tailed whip of about one and a half metres in length.  She carried that in her hand and turned to leave the room remembering as she did so Kurt’s instruction about the chain.  Several pieces of chain hung from a rack further down the wall and she quickly selected a piece about a metre long.  She placed it on the tray together with the whips and had to bite back a cry of pain as the extra weight tugged mercilessly at her breasts and nipples.  She made her way back up the stairs slowly and carefully, trying to ease the pain from her tortured nipples.  Finally she stood in front of the lounge door again, she took a deep breath, knocked firmly and waited.

     Greg and Kurt relaxed in their chairs talking quietly.  Kurt was a free lance web designer and worked from home which was a large detached place in Maida Vale that he had inherited from an aunt.  He had converted several rooms in the place into a dungeon, with cells, a torture chamber and his latest creation ‘the wash room’.  He was quietly explaining this addition to Greg.

     “It’s basically a tiled room about five metres square with a self draining floor, various attachment points on the floors ceiling and walls and a powerful hose with a variable temperature control that `can go from just above freezing to just below the point where it will scald.” 

     Greg smiled and nodded.

     “I see.”  He grinned some more.  “I take it you’ve tried it out?”

     “Of course. I hung Emma by the ankles in the middle of it the other night and hosed her down until she begged to be whipped between the legs and then buggered.”

     “Did that take long?  You said that she doesn’t like being buggered and pussy whipping is hard.”

     “About ten minutes till she cracked and then I whipped her while she was wet, not just her pussy, it seemed a waste not to whip her all over.  Dried her off as well.”

     Greg laughed

     “Nothing’s changed then?”

     “No she still doesn’t really like men but gets off on loads of pain and humiliation and I’m only too willing to assist.  You must try my new room at the next party.  I’m sure Anne would love a cold shower.”

     Kurt must have noticed some small change of expression on Greg’s face.

     “I take it you still have the lovely Anne.”

     Kurt had never met Anne but had seen several extremely explicit photos of her being used as a slave and had also seen a video of her taken by Greg where she was whipped, tortured and used sexually by three men.  Mutual acquaintances within the scene had also remarked upon her beauty and ability to take punishment.  She was as, Greg had said earlier, ‘drop dead gorgeous’ and he was becoming more than a little bored with Emma.

     Greg paused, how much to tell Kurt?  He enjoyed the other man’s company but somewhere in the back of his mind there was a cautionary twinge.

     “She’s as lovely as ever,” was the non committal reply

     Kurt had tried to raise the question of Anne a couple of times earlier in the evening but Greg had not been forthcoming.

     Don’t push it, he’ll talk during or after our session with Emma, Kurt cautioned himself. 

     Kurt had already decided that he wished to gain control of Anne and he sensed that she was almost within his grasp.  He resolved to move very slowly towards his goal. They both heard the knock on the door and Greg raised his eyebrows quizzically at Kurt who smiled and whispered softly.

     “Lets build up the tension a bit, keep the slave waiting, that tray will be playing hell with her tits.”

     Greg was genuinely amused by this and raised his glass in a salute.  Both men sipped their drinks.  Emma stood outside the room, the tray as Kurt had surmised was indeed ‘paying hell with her tits’.  She was in a quandary.  Had they heard her?  She was very reluctant to knock again but if they hadn’t heard her Kurt would give her even more pain for being slow.  She was in mental and physical agony and about to knock again when Kurt called loudly for her to enter.  Entering the room Emma crossed quickly to kneel in front of Kurt.  She raised her hands in front of the tray and held up the single tail whip keeping her eyes lowered.  Kurt took the whip from her and looped it around her neck crossing it in front then pulling it tight.  It was almost choking her and he forced her head back until she looked into his eyes.

     “Slave I wish you to show your submission to my will by accepting the pain Master Greg and I will inflict on you.”

     Emma heard herself respond as though she had no control of her own voice.

     “Please Master my body is yours to use as you see fit, I hope my pain will give you pleasure.”

     As she said the words Emma felt a wash of erotic arousal surge through her body from her abused breasts to her pussy.  She could feel the juice of that arousal starting to ooze from her labia and could smell the musk.

     Kurt lay the whip to one side and picked the chain from the tray.  He stood on the heavy coffee table in the centre of the room and hooked the top link of the chain into a  black iron hook fixed into the ceiling.   Stepping off the coffee table, Kurt grabbed Emma’s hair and roughly pulled her to her feet.  He walked behind her, pushed her forward and she cried out in sudden pain as he roughly pulled her arms up into the air.  This movement pulled violently on the tray and sent waves of pain through her nipples.

     “Stand on the table.”

     She quickly complied with his command.  Kurt stood on the table behind her and raised one of her arms, there was a click followed by another as both of her wrist straps were attached to the chain.  Kurt removed the rest of the whips from the tray, undid the waist strap and finally unhooked the chains from her nipple rings.  He tossed the tray to one side on a chair.  Stepping off the table he pulled out a small drawer that was set the side of it, and took out two lengths of rope about 2 metres long, each of them had a loop at one end.  Kneeling down Kurt reached under the table at each end and pushed the looped ends upwards.  As he did this he explained to Greg that there was series of hooks under this inside edge of the table.

     “It’s all so innocuous but it turns it into a great torture bench.”

     Greg smiled and agreed that it is was ingenious and very simple.  Kurt fed each rope through the ‘D’ rings on Emma’s ankle straps and pulled them tight until her feet were some 70 centimetres apart. Emma tried to make herself as comfortable as possible in her new position.  She was stretched in an inverted ‘Y’, her feet just rested on the table but at least her breasts and nipples were no longer being tortured.  She knew, however, that this was only short lived, all too soon one or both of them were going to start using her helpless stretched body as a target and she could hear their laughter in her mind as she closed her eyes and waited for the first blow.  It didn’t come, instead she felt a body against her back and hands encircling her breasts then Kurt breathed into her ear.

     “Are you ready my slave?  You look so beautiful and inviting spread up there like that.  So vulnerable too.”

     Emma shuddered visibly at these words and both men laughed.

     Kurt raised his glass and gave Greg a mocking smile.

     “Here’s to all the female slaves in the world, may they scream prettily.”

     Greg smiled, it was an old toast between them and he raised his glass.

     “Female screams. Nothing like it for rasing a smile.”

     “Only just a smile.”

     They both laughed again, and Kurt turned to Emma

     “We are going to be kind to you, we will use the floggers first just to warm you up, after that the cats, and then the single tail.  When we are finished you can have a reward.”      

     Kurt chuckled and squeezed her nipples.  As he did so a finger pushed it’s way into her cunt, she opened her eyes and gazed at a smiling Greg then gasped in surprise and pleasure as he massaged her clitoris.  Both men pleasured her for some time before stepping back leaving her gasping with her hips heaving involuntarily as she responded to their attentions.

     There was no warning, the heavy floggers impacted brutally across her belly and arse simultaneously causing her to cry out and writhe.  The two men gave her no time to recover, the whips struck again, this time across her tits and the back of her thighs.  A third set of strokes hit the front of her thighs and her back.  Her body began to feel warm as the whips plied across it.

“Spread your legs wider slave.”

She struggled to obey Kurt’s command forcing herself to rise on tip toe to spread her legs as wide as she could.  As a reward the whips slashed upwards between her spread thighs, the tips of one of them caught the lips of her cunt and she screamed.

     “Silence slave, that’s just the beginning.”

     Emma bit her lip and whinnied through her nose as the two floggers were again brought brutally up between her thighs.  Her two tormentors settled into a routine whipping breasts, belly, thighs, back and pussy.  The only change was when Kurt suggested they swopped over and he then whipped her front while Greg worked on her back.  After several more minutes of this treatment Emma hung from the chain, her body heaving under the impact of the whips and the occasional grunt escaping form her lips as a particular blow inflicted more than usual pain.  Her skin felt on fire, sweat dripped from her hair, ran down her face and dripped from her nipples.  Greg who was now whipping her front again found it amusing to whip the tips of her nipples, each stroke making her breasts bounce and produce, what were to him, satisfying squeals of pain.   Kurt smiled across the room at him and signalled a halt in proceedings.

     Kurt ran his hands over the hapless slave’s reddened sweat covered breasts.  He stood behind her, squeezed her nipples and then ran his hands down her front, over her belly to her pussy.  A finger pressed on the sensitive beaten labia and he smiled as she pushed against it.  He probed a little more and his finger entered her causing a sharp intact of breath and her backside to push against his groin.  Emma groaned as he began to work his finger in and out of her cunt.  She squealed when Greg began to suck and bite her nipples, first one then the other.  Kurt’s finger had been joined by another and they brushed her clit, causing her to grind herself against his hand.  She was now in a haze of lust, the pain of the flogging had faded to a general warmth and she ignored the ache in her shoulders as she ground her hips back and forth trying to reach a climax whilst pushing her breasts into Greg’s mouth.  Kurt suddenly pulled his fingers from her cunt and pushed them against her lips. He pulled her head back by the hair, his grasp was brutal as he pushed his fingers against her lips.

     “Lick my fingers clean you filthy little slut.”

     Emma moaned in frustration but opened her lips and began to hungrily lick her own juices off his fingers as Greg continued to suck and tease her nipples.  Suddenly both men left her and she opened her eyes in time to see Kurt, standing in front and to one side of her, raise one of the braided cat of nine tails.  His arm flashed down and it was if someone had poured burning liquid over the front of her left thigh.  She screamed and then screamed even louder as the other cat added it’s evil caress to the back of her right thigh.  The sound of her screams became almost continuous for several minutes as both men found new soft targets for the leather strands.  Kurt’s voice cut through her pain filled haze.

     “Open your legs wider slave we want to whip your cunt.”

     “No please Master. Please not my cunt.”

     The words were sobbed through dry lips but Kurt was implacable.”

     “We want to whip your cunt slave.  Open your legs wider I won’t ask again.”

     Using all her will power Emma forced herself to open her thighs wider and stood teetering on tip toe waiting for the first stroke.  Kurt walked forward smiling and grasped her pussy with his hand, squeezing it gently.  He kissed her lips and forehead before standing back and looking at her.  There was a mocking expression on his lips.

     “Slave.  Who’s slave are you?”

     “I’m your slave Master.”

     “Good, now beg both of us to whip your cunt.”

     She moaned and took a deep breath.

     Oh god why do I love this bastard so much?  This is going to hurt like hell but here goes, the thought almost made her smile.

“Please Master would you and your guest honour your poor slave by taking the time to whip her cunt?”

     “Since you ask so nicely slave I’m sure Master Greg and I can spare a little time.”

     Emma closed her eyes and prepared to start screaming again.  She was not to be disappointed, the first stroke was delivered by Kurt from in front of her.  The leather tails struck her labia and she screamed.  Above the sounds of her pain Kurt was telling her to spread her legs even more and she struggled to comply.  A second stroke from behind lashed up between her thighs, the tips of the tails just catching her clit.  She screamed again but her torturers showed no mercy, just a call from Kurt ‘keep your thighs spread slut’ and the pain continued.    A dozen strokes of the braided leather reduced Emma to a writhing, sobbing wreck.  The strokes had been delivered remorselessly and accurately, the only pause between them being Kurt’s instructions to her to keep her thighs apart and present her poor tortured cunt for more abuse.

     The blows stopped and she hung sobbing from the chain. Greg looked on, he was impressed with Kurt’s control.  Emma was such a good little pain slut, it was a pleasure to inflict such treatment on her helpless body.  His cock was rigid inside his trousers and he hoped that it wouldn’t be long before Kurt invited him to make use of her to give him satisfaction.  Kurt picked up the single tail and approached Emma.  He wrapped the whip round her neck and used it to pull the hapless girl’s head back until she was blinking back tears and looking into his eyes.

     “Now slave, Master Greg and I are going to test you a little more, twelve strokes of this single tail, six each.  We will take it in turns and you will present your body as instructed do you understand?”

     Emma shuddered but managed to whisper that she understood.  Kurt released the whip from her neck and handed it to Greg.  Kurt bent down and released the ropes holding her ankles and with a deep sigh she closed her legs a little.  The respite was only going to be for a short time, however.  Kurt looked at Greg and spoke again.

     “Be my guest, front of thighs, back of thighs, arse, belly, tits, and back.  The slave will ask for each stroke, present herself for it, and thank you before asking for the next stroke.”

     Greg took the whip and smiled.  If it were possible he was even more excited than earlier.  Emma looked at him, she seemed to draw herself up and then she arched her back pushing her breasts out, and forcing her head back.  There was a brief pause and then Greg heard a shaky voice call out.

     “My tits please Master.”

     Greg saw her close her eyes, he stepped back and to one side, raised the whip and with a practised flick of his wrist sent the vicious braided tail across the proffered breasts leaving a fiery red welt on the top slope of each.  Emma shrieked in agony.  She was no stranger to the brutal caress of the single tail but each time the pain seemed even more intense than she remembered.  The breath left her lungs explosively and she pulled ineffectually against her wrist straps as she writhed from the savage blow.  Gasping for breath she forced herself to speak.  Once she had not spoken quickly enough and Kurt had decreed that she should endure the blow again.

     “Thank you Master, please whip my belly now.”

     She thrust herself forward and closed her eyes again.  Greg smiled, impressed by this stoic behaviour.  He brought the whip back and once again launched the wicked braided tail at the helpless girl so invitingly displayed before him.  The whip struck and left a line across the centre of the girl’s belly, broken by the dimple of her navel.  Her scream was piercing and Greg felt an answering twinge in his groin as the girl’s suffering contributed further to his arousal.  Emma was sobbing bitterly but somehow forced herself to raise her head and look at Greg blinking back her tears.

     “Thank you Master.  Please whip the front of my thighs now.” 

She closed her thighs thrust them forward, and stood trembling with her eyes tightly closed.  Greg raised the whip again and took care to deliver the next blow halfway up the smooth thighs presented so dutifully before him.  Another red welt sprang into view and the poor tortured girl howled in pain.  The sound once again caused her tormentor’s cock another to give another pleasurable twinge.  Greg waited patiently whilst Emma fought to regain her control.  It was obviously a great effort but she finally opened her eyes and looked at him.

     “Thank you Master, please whip my back now.”

Greg walked slowly round behind the trembling girl.  He brought the whip up and rubbed the braided tail across Emma’s back and then downwards.  He smiled as the muscles of her bottom clenched reflexively.  Holding the whip against her clenched cheeks he brushed her neck with his lips.

     “Three more to go slave.”

     With the whip in one hand he used the other hand to stroke down across her back, bottom and thighs.  He smiled broadly as Emma pushed against his hand and then stepped back.  The whip hissed through the air and he watched a thin red weal erupt from just below her left shoulder to just above her right cheek.  Emma’s body rocked with the impact and her howl of agony echoed round the room.  There was a period of almost total silence broken only by the harsh breathing of the young woman who hung limply from her bound wrists as she tried to regain control.  Finally Emma spoke.  It was almost a whisper and Greg called on her to speak more loudly.

     “I didn’t hear that slave, repeat it, louder.”

     “Thank you for the last stroke Master, please whip my arse Master”

The reply wavered a little but was louder, Greg decided to accept it and raised the whip again.  He smiled as the slave dutifully pushed her arse out.  The whip left it’s mark across the smooth peach like orbs and her wail of pain serenaded both men.  His cock throbbed and he wanted to finish his set of strokes and have Kurt deliver his, the two men could then sate their desires by using Emma’s mouth, arse or cunt as they saw fit.  He waited impatiently while Emma struggled again to speak the fateful words that would unleash his last stroke.

     “Thank you Master please whip the back of my thighs now.”

     Greg wasted no time, as fateful words were said, the whip sliced through the air leaving it’s agonising mark of passage as a straight clear line across both thighs just below the cheeks of Emma’s arse.  Once again a howl of pain rent the air.  Greg handed the whip to Kurt.

     “All yours thanks, have fun, I did.”

     “I can see that.”

     Kurt was looking pointedly at the bulge in Greg’s trousers and smiling.

     “Yes I will need some relief soon.  So give her those strokes, and then can we fuck the bitch please?”

 

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     “Of course my friend I think it’s time.”

     Emma heard the conversation and bridled.  It never failed to anger her when Kurt offered her to another man.  Other than Kurt, whom she loved, she really wanted only women to be involved in their relationship and his casual assurance that Greg could use her as he pleased made her angry.  She forced herself to remain silent knowing that she had to face the other six strokes from Kurt and that while Greg had hit her hard he had not hit her as hard as an angry Kurt would should she show any sign of defiance.  She steeled herself for the next strokes and consoled herself with the thoughts of what she could do with Anne if Kurt’s plans worked out.  Kurt pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her lips before putting the handle of the whip to them.

     “Hold this slave.”

     Emma dutifully opened her mouth and grasped the handle of the whip between her teeth.  The whip dangled down between her breasts and she gasped as Kurt began to suck and tease her nipples alternating from one to the other.  His hand stroked down across her belly and she winced as his fingers touched the weal placed there by Greg.  Kurt’s hand travelled on and he grasped her pussy in his hand.  He continued to suck and tease her nipples.  She felt a finger slip into her pussy and moaned as it found the hard bud of her clit.  Kurt smiled to himself as he heard the moan and felt Emma push against his hand.

     She’s such a little slut, whip her, torture her, then a few seconds of playing with her nipples, touch her clit and she’s ready to come, or ready for a few more strokes.

     He stopped his ministrations and took the whip from the slave’s mouth.  Emma moaned again, this time in frustration and with the realisation that her ordeal was going to start again.  She looked at her Master who stood smiling at her, he cocked his head to one side and raised his eyebrows.  Emma forced herself to speak

     “Please Master, whip my tits.”

     Kurt raised his arm and the pain started again. The whip rose and fell, six strokes each parallelling, or in the case of the stroke to her back crossing, the first six.  Each stroke brought out it’s cry of anguish and required it’s hapless victim to thank her tormentor and request the next blow. By the time Kurt had finished Emma was sobbing pitifully, a fact which caused him to smile and wonder how long it would take her to recover.

     They detached her from the chain and, as her trembling legs offered her scant support, they lowered her carefully to table top.  However, even such assistance came with a price, Greg used a hand between her thighs and cupped her so recently beaten pussy in it whilst he helped lift her.  She moaned at this additional pain but then felt strangely bereft when, having laid her down on the coffee table, he removed his hand.  Kurt knelt beside her and kissed her, his tongue forcing it’s way between her teeth.  As he did this his hands began to knead her breasts forcing a gasp of pain as he touched the weals left by the single tail.  Greg roughly pushed her thighs apart and began to kiss her labia.  Kurt’s fingers had found her nipples and she gasped into his mouth as he teased them until they hardened.  A tongue pushed between the lips of her pussy she pushed herself up against the invader and felt the familiar stirring of an orgasm.  The two men continued to tease her and then suddenly stood back leaving her writhing and gasping on the table.

     “That’s enough slave.  Turn over and kneel up on the table.  Come on be quick or I’ll use the whip.”

     Kurt’s voice, cold and implacable, cut through her near orgasmic haze like a knife.  She turned over and struggled to kneel on the table.  The two men looked down at her.

     “Which hole would you like Greg, arse or mouth?  You are the guest so pick.”

     Greg smiled at his host.

     “Most kind, I think I’ll stretch that tight little arse.”

     “Fine.  Move back a little on the table slut, spread your thighs present your arse to Master Greg.”

     Emma, inwardly fuming at her frustrated orgasm, obediently carried out her Master’s instructions as both men removed their trousers and underwear.  Greg used her hair to lift her head and pushed his cock against her lips.

     “Get me wet slut it’s for your own good.”

     Emma’s mouth opened and she began to lick and suck at Greg’s cock.

     “I’ve just had an idea,”  Kurt’s voice interrupted.

     “ I hope you don’t mind waiting for a moment but I think we can make this even more entertaining” 

     She heard Kurt walk quickly from the room  Greg withdrew his cock from her mouth and wiped it through her hair.  She knelt wondering what new devilry her Master had in mind while Greg was musing on the different approaches to being a dominant.  He had always preferred the more subtle approach, not that the application of pain to soft female flesh didn’t have its allure, it did, but he found it all the more exciting when they begged for the pain and submitted willingly as Emma was at this moment.  He had , however had several experiences with Kurt where he had seen Kurt deal with the kind of behaviour shown earlier in the day by Anne.  Kurt’s way of dealing with the refusal would have been to whip the offending slave until they begged forgiveness and then made them beg for a further whipping as a punishment.  After that Kurt would have had them beg to perform whichever perverse act had been the cause of the original act of disobedience.   He was beginning to think now that Kurt’s approach was more relevant to Anne, and wondering if she was even worth the effort.  His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Kurt coming back into the room.  Kurt stood in front of them smiling and Emma’s heart fell as she saw the long thin chain with two clover clamps in one of his hands.  In the other hand he held two more clamps each with a heavy lead weight attached.

     “ A little decoration for you my dear.”

     He walked behind her but she knew better than to turn her head.  She felt the chain across her back and then Kurt asked Greg to attach a clamp to her right nipple while he attached the other.  The clamps bit fiercely into the already sore nubs and she had to bite her teeth together to suppress a scream. 

     “Now the pussy lips I think.”

     Fingers brushed her labia as first one and then the other of her swollen labia felt the vicious bite of the clover clamps.  In spite of all her resolve she howled as Kurt released the weights and they stretched her tortured cunt lips.  Greg was standing before her again, he pushed his cock against her lips.  She dutifully open her mouth and swallowed his cock, gagging as he forced it deep into her throat.  After a minute he withdrew and his cock was replaced by that of Kurt.  She felt fingers pushing at her labia and was thankful that Kurt’s cock held back her screams as the a finger was pushed deep inside her, agitating the weights before being drawn out and trailed across the narrow divide between her pussy and the puckered ring of her anus.  The finger pushed against the muscle and then forced it’s way into her bowel.  Kurt rammed his cock into her mouth and down her throat as the finger was withdrawn and she felt Greg’s cock push against her anal ring.  Kurt withdrew his cock a little and she gasped for breath as Greg pushed the rim of his glans past her sphincter and deep into her gut.  Kurt thrust again and the hapless slave felt herself skewered on the two poles of male flesh as both men began to slake their lust on her. 

     Emma felt the chain being lifted from her back, she just had time to realise what was about to happen when Kurt pulled hard on the chain.  She screamed in agony as her breasts were pulled outwards by the brutal clamps but Kurt merely thrust his cock further down her throat.  Greg was savagely pounding his cock in and out of her arse and each movement brought more agony as the weights rocked pulling at her cunt lips.   Both men were fucking her violently now with no thought for the agony they were inflicting on the helpless young woman.   Kurt pulled harder on the chain and she felt his cock expand even more as his come jetted down her throat gagging her screams, and nearly making her pass out.  She barely felt Greg pump his hot seed into her arse and across her cheeks before they released her and she fell forward resting on her forearms, sobbing and panting for breath.  Greg rubbed his come into her arse cheeks and then presented first his hand and then his cock to her lips.  Emma had no strength left to resist, she licked first the come covered fingers then the cock.  Finally Kurt raised her head and looked at her tear stained face.

     “Well slave haven’t you anything to say?”

     Emma forced herself to think

     What did he want?

The answer slowly surfaced

     “Come slave we are waiting.”

“Thank you Master and Master Greg for using me and showing me my true place I am most grateful.”

     God, I hope that does it.

“Very good slave I am sure Master Greg has been impressed by this first demonstration of my training abilities.”

     First demonstration, oh shit, they’re going to do more to me, she almost screamed as the realisation hit her but wisely remained silent.

     “Yes she seems to be very obedient will it last?

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     “We’ll soon find out I think it’s time we went to the dungeon and put her through her paces some more.”

            The chain was again lifted from her back and Emma stifled a scream as Kurt pulled it over her head and let it dangle over the edge of the table pulling on her, by now almost numb, nipples. 

     “Stand up slave.”

     Oh no I can’t do this.

     Kurt’s hand was in her hair, lifting her up, pulling her body upright, the chain snagging as it dragged on the edge of the table sending agonising pain through her breasts.  He looked into her eyes, bending forward he kissed her gently and then forcefully, his tongue thrusting into her mouth.  She felt herself returning the kiss, her tongue twining with his and the pain being pushed into the back of her consciousness.  Suddenly he stopped.

     “Now stand up.”

     She gently moved her knee to the edge of the table and tried to ignore the jagged shafts of pain from her cunt as she moved and the weights did their brutal work.  Finally she managed to get first one foot then the other onto the floor and stood trembling with her legs spread wide.  The chain swung lazily from the nipple clamps and the weights pulled obscenely at her labia but she was standing.   Greg watched with what he hoped was an impassive look on his face, he wasn’t going to show it but Kurt’s mastery of Emma had impressed him deeply.

 

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     “Good now let’s go to the dungeon and show Master Greg how a good slave behaves.”

     Emma’s heart sank.

     I hope Anne can take a lot because I’m going to need a lot of compensation for this.

     The thought flashed through her mind before she screamed again as Kurt grasped the chain and pulled her from the room by her nipples.

     Greg followed the pair from the room watching Emma’s still delightful, if somewhat battered, rear as she tottered on her heels with her thighs kept wide apart and the weights swinging from her pussy lips.  He smiled at the way she had automatically put her hands behind her back and grasped her elbows.  There was no doubt about it in his mind, Kurt had the young woman perfectly under control.  The question was how would Anne react to the same regime?  He would wait and enjoy the rest of the show.  After all it was enthralling, very satisfying and free.  He smiled at the thought as they finished ascending the stairs and neared the dungeon door.

     The trio stood in the dungeon, Emma was panting and swaying, the pain in her cunt and tits was only bearable with the greatest effort of will and she was near to passing out again.  Kurt looked at her and smiled. 

     “I think our little slut needs a rest.  My thought is that she should take the weight off her feet for a few minutes, say about ten minutes on the ‘pony’”. 

.  Emma’s head drooped at the thought of the coming ordeal.

     The bastard, the ‘pony’, my poor cunt.

     She winced as the thought of what was coming made her try to close her thighs and the weights gave her a savage reminder of their presence

Both the men saw her reaction and burst into laughter at her discomfort. Kurt took hold of the chain again and pulled the unresisting slave over to ‘The Pony’. It  was a wooden trestle made of two triangular ends about 60 cm at the base, a metre high and about a metre in length.  The ends were joined at the base on both sides and at a height of about 50cm from the floor. A deep rail about 2 cm wide and 15 cm deep joined them at the top.    The top rail was clearly adjustable and was some 40 cm from the top most point of the frames. Kurt pulled Emma until she was alongside the frame.

Emma looked at her Master and the innocent looking wooden frame, she dreaded his next command.

     “Kick your shoes off slave, then straddle it, you know what to do. What are you waiting for?”

     She licked her lips nervously before removing her shoes, each movement bringing further agony as the weights and chain continued to pull at her tortured pleasure centres. She reached one hand behind her to hold the top rail before gingerly swinging her right leg over the rail.  Her efforts to move slowly and carefully were in vain and the weights swung violently, distending her already stretched pussy lips.  Both men smiled at her pain.  Emma was now stood with the rail between her legs. The bottom and middle rails forced her legs apart and her pussy was about 2 cm from the top of the rail.  Kurt reached down and casually lifted the weight attached to her right labia over the top rail before letting it go and watching with an amused grin as Emma howled at this latest cruelty.  As she knew worse was to follow.  Kurt raised her arms above her head and clipped them to a chain hanging from the ceiling.  The chain was attached via a cable through a  pulley system to an electrically operated winch bolted to the wall.  He began to operate the winch, hauling her arms tight until she was forced to lift her heels and stand on the balls of her feet.  Kurt returned to the ‘Pony’ and began to pump on a handle which, Greg realised, was connected to a small hydraulic pump.  As Kurt pumped the top rail rose inexorably, forcing itself between the tortured young woman’s cunt lips until the poor girl was forced to raise herself even further on her toes.

     Kurt pulled up a high stool and invited Greg to do the same. 

     “Riding the ‘Pony’, some say it’s the most evil thing you can do to a female.  It’s certainly very effective and makes them squirm most interestingly don’t you think?”

     “I’ve seen it before and yes it’s very effective but may I make a suggestion?” 

     “By all means.  What have you in mind?”

     “Stretch the nipple chain out in front of her and use a rubber band to tension it down to the front of the ‘Pony’ that should really test her.”

     Kurt clapped his hands with genuine glee.

     “Wonderful why didn’t I think of that? Where’s a rubber band slave?”

     Emma could have screamed but this time in rage.

     The bastards how can they, and now he wants me to tell him where the next instrument of pain is!

     She forced herself to speak through gritted teeth.

     “There are some in the second drawer of the chest Master.”

     Kurt crossed the room and returned with a rubber band and a drawing pin.  Ignoring Emma’s wails of pain and anguish he looped the band into itself at the centre of the chain before pulling and stretching the band and then fixing it to the end of the rail with the drawing pin.  The effect was, for Emma, brutal.  Before the band was attached she had been struggling to keep her weight off the mound of her pussy and her clitoris by pulling herself up on her hands or raising up even more on her toes.  Her shoulders were on fire and her calf muscles burned with the strain but to this agony had been added the final searing pain of having her tits stretched out away from her by the terrible metal clamps squeezing her nipples.  She only dimly heard Kurt explain that she had another five minutes.

     The two men sat silently feasting their eyes on the spectacle of the pain wracked woman before them.  Her back was arched and her eyes tightly closed.  They could see the muscles in her shoulders and calves trembling as she tried to find an accommodation between her needs. The weights dangling on either side of the top rail rattled against it as the young woman’s muscles trembled with the strain. To rest her tormented muscles or to stop her cunt grinding on the wooden rail between her sweat covered thighs?  Either option caused searing pain.  The addition of the rubber band tensioning the clamps had made the pain even more difficult to bear and she tried to blank her mind to the, what seemed to her incredibly slow, passing of time as Kurt thoughtfully counted down, minute by agonising minute.  Her muscles finally gave up the uneven struggle and she sagged forward grinding her clit into the wood. The resulting screech of pain made both the men roar with laughter and her anger at this enabled her to restore her position for another thirty seconds before she began to sag again, this time to remain in agony as her cunt took almost her full weight.  The last minute was absolute agony before her Master announced that the ten minutes was up.  There was, however, a twist even to this bit of welcome news and she listened in a haze of pain as he gave her a choice.

     “Now slave you have a choice, I can remove the clamps and you will be given 18 strokes of the cane, twelve across your lovely arse and six across your tits.  The alternative is for the clamps to stay on and for each minute that you remain on the ‘Pony’ we will deduct three strokes.  So if you stay there for another six minutes you won’t be caned.  What is it to be?”

     Emma didn’t hesitate, she knew that she could take no more of the clamps, or the ‘pony’ the cane would be terrible but at least it would be quick.

     “The cane now please Master.”

     Kurt walked to her and pulled her head back, the movement caused further agony in her tits and cunt and she screamed into his mouth as he kissed her.  Her screams grew even louder as first one and then the other nipple clamp was removed followed by a desperate wailing as her Master removed the two weighted clamps from her pussy lips. Kurt caressed her breasts and buttocks smiling at her gasps and moans of pain.

     “The cane then slave, nine from me, nine from Master Greg.”

     Kurt nodded to Greg and the two men walked to a rack on the wall which was festooned with canes and crops.  They selected a thin cane and stood for a moment each giving it an experimental swish before returning to stand just behind the pain racked slave.  Kurt handed the cane to Greg and gave a low bow.

     “Guests first.”

     Greg stood back and tapped the thin rod against Emma’s delightfully presented rear, she flinched and her clit ground on the wood producing another wail of agony. Greg raised the cane and struck.  A thin red line erupted across both cheeks and the slave raised herself on tiptoe screeching with pain.  The cane raised and fell again leaving another mark of it’s passage and raising yet another agonised wail.  Greg moved to stand in front and the one side of Emma.

     “Raise your head, show me your tits.”

     Slowly the slave raised her head and gazed through tear filled eyes at her tormentor.

     “Right, keep like that I don’t want to miss this stroke.”

     He rubbed the cane across the upper part of both her breasts as Emma fought to keep the pose.  Greg raised the cane and brought it down sharply.  Another line marked the defenceless girl’s flesh, crossing both breasts and causing another shriek of agony.  Emma hung from her wrists no longer trying to protect her cunt from the terrible board grinding against it.  Greg returned to stand behind her and delivered two more swift blows to her arse.  Each left another clear mark but Emma’s cries were muted now, the terrible assault had taken it’s toll and all she could do was sob helplessly as Greg moved again to assault her breasts.  She did not raise her head and Kurt moved swiftly to pull it back savagely by her hair, holding her in position while Greg delivered a merciless stroke to the underside of Emm’s tits.  Two more strokes left their marks on the, by now well marked arse before Greg took his position to deliver his final blow. 

     “Head up slave.”

     Emma hardly heard the instruction her whole being was a mass of pain signals but slowly she raised her head and looked as Greg raised the cane.  She guessed what was coming and tried to look defiantly at her torturer.  The cane slashed down and, as she had known it would, impacted across her nipples.  For a moment there was no sound from her and then a high pitched scream rent the air, keening and echoing round the dungeon.  Emma’s body was locked in a pose with her head thrown back, mouth wide open before she sank froward sobbing bitterly.  Greg was slightly surprised to see Kurt move quickly to her and begin to kiss her gently while talking quietly.

     “Well done slave, your Master is proud of you.”

     Kurt held Emma’s face in one hand and gently kissed her eyelids, neck and lips.

     “Will you take the other strokes from me?”

     As if I had a choice!  The thought was, wisely, left unspoken and Emma blinked back her tears to look into Kurt’s eyes.

     “Master I gave you my body for you to use as you please. You offered me the choice of the strokes or the extra time, please cane me.”

     Kurt smiled and looked at Greg.  Greg had no difficulty in recognising the triumph contained in it or the unspoken message.  Kurt took the cane and positioned himself to one side and behind the hapless young woman. The first stroke slashed across the weal marked flesh of her buttocks.  Kurt didn’t even wait for the screams to die down but delivered a further five strokes to the beautifully presented globes.  Emma’s screams echoed continuously round the torture chamber as she ground her clit on the mercilessly wooden rail and the cheeks of her arse flexed under the assault of the cane.  Greg watched with amazement, and he had to admit, envy.  He found the whole scene a powerful ‘turn on’ his cock was rock hard again and Kurt’s violent abuse of Emma was a revelation.  Kurt’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

     “Hold her head back please Master Greg.”

     Greg Stepped forward and took a grip of Emma’s sweat soaked hair.  He pulled her head back and up and then, on an impulse, kissed her open tear stained face and lips.  Kurt laid the cane across the top of Emma’s breasts before raising it. Greg watched the cane lash down onto the defenceless tit meat and his cock jumped at the sight of the cane biting deep into the flesh and the sound of yet another scream from the tortured woman.  As before Kurt gave Emma no time to recover.  With Greg still holding her head back he delivered first one stroke to the underside of her breasts and then the final stroke across her nipples. 

 

            The two men lifted the shivering pain wracked body off the ‘pony’ and, on Kurt’s instructions, carried her unresisting form to a horizontal ‘St Andrew’s Cross’.  They positioned her face down with the cross section supporting her lower rib cage and belly leaving her head and breasts hanging down.  Her wrist and ankles were quickly clipped to ring bolts set into the arms of the cross.  Kurt stood between her whip marked thighs and suggested that Greg positioned himself in front of her head.  He slapped Emma’s cane and whip marked buttocks.

     “Now slave I’m going to fuck your wet little slit while you suck Master Greg.  When we have both come the session is over.  You may not come until I tell you is that clear?”

     Another meaty slap to Emma’s abused arse cheeks produced a shriek of anguish which was followed by even more screams and howls of pain as Kurt buried his cock deeply into Emma’s tortured cunt.  The screams stopped when Greg lifted her head by her hair, pushed his cock deep into her mouth and began to fuck it.  Both men began to use the tormented pain filled body, oblivious to the cries of distress which escaped from Emma’s mouth whenever Greg removed his cock.  They continued to thrust deep into mouth and cunt but, as Greg watched he noticed that Emma’s arse was starting to rise and fall in time with Kurt’s brutal thrusts.  He continued to fuck the girl’s unresisting mouth and throat while watching the tell tale signs of Emma’s arousal.  Greg reached down and began to caress and then maul at Emma’s beaten tit’s.  Her arse started to buck frantically and Greg thrust even deeper into her throat until his balls were touching her chin.  Kurt suddenly slapped Emma’s arse.

 

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     “Don’t come yet slut.”

     Greg felt himself letting go as the sperm boiled up from his balls and then deluged the back of Emma’s throat.  Kurt gave a great roar and slapped the girl’s arse again.

     “Come now my slut.”

     Greg had pulled his cock from Emma’s mouth and released her head.  She suddenly uttered a curious high pitched wail and at the same time Kurt pulled his cock from her cunt and sprayed the beaten cheeks of her arse with come.  Both men stood looking at each other along the whip marked trembling body.  Greg came to a decision.

     “I would like to talk to you before I go.”

     “Ok let’s release this slut, she can clean us up and then we can talk.”

     As he spoke Kurt rubbed his come into Emma’s arse cheeks.

They released the girl and stood, as on her knees before first one then the other, she licked the remains of their sperm from their cocks before drying them with her hair.  When she was finished Kurt spoke.

     “Now slave I think you have something to say, after that you can go and have a shower then rejoin us both in the lounge.”

     Emma Knelt before Greg with her hands behind her back holding her elbows.  With some difficulty she bent forward and kissed his feet before rasing her head and looking at him.

     “Thank you Master Greg for punishing this worthless slave.”

She turned and repeated the same actions and words to Kurt before slowly getting to her feet and leaving the dungeon.

     As they were making their way to the lounge Greg was finalising his thoughts.  Kurt’s demonstration, and that he had no doubt was what is was, had a powerful effect on him.  Anne, in spite of or maybe because of her stubborn streak, was the best submissive her had ever known.  Her sexuality and her capacity to take and enjoy the painful side of s/m play was unparalleled.  Would sending her to Kurt undermine that and turn her into just another submissive ‘pain slut’?  He doubted that.  After all if she was with Kurt, what could he really achieve in the week that Greg was minded to give him?  That was, of course If Anne agreed.  Come to that, if she was still there when he got home!  With luck Kurt, aided by Emma, would break her of this reluctance to engage in bisexual activities which she said she wanted but always refused at the last moment.  He resolved to make an agreement with Kurt to send Anne for one week’s training with clearly defined rules.  He didn’t really trust Kurt but thought that he could make the rules carefully enough to cover all eventualities. What he was blissfully unaware of was, of course, the powerful inducement that Kurt had given to Emma to ensure that she would cooperate fully in her brutal torture and sexual abuse of the past two hours.

     They arrived back in the lounge.  Kurt offered Greg another drink but he declined and both men sat facing each other across the coffee table which had so recently been decorated with Emma.  Kurt decided to take the offensive.

     “Well were you impressed?  Is that not the perfect example of a submissive slut, especially when you consider that she is predominantly a lesbian?

     “It was very impressive, but she’s not Anne.  Anne has a wild rebellious streak that I’m not sure Emma has, lesbian or not.”

     “Ok my friend.  I presume Anne will do your bidding.  Send her to me for a couple of weeks and I’ll send her back ready for anything, and I do mean anything.”  Kurt gave a broad knowing smile as he said this.

     Greg smiled back while keeping his reservations about Kurt’s ideas of ‘friendship’ firmly to himself.  He decided to state his position but keep a few cards up his sleeve.

     “For the most part I’m in control of Anne.  The two subjects, firstly  of her wanting to experience lesbian sex, and secondly, her rebelliousness are what’s at issue here.  I can’t go along with two weeks for lot’s of practical reasons, the principal one being that Anne has a very well paid and responsible job and couldn’t take that length of time off. I can and will send her to you for one week, that’s five days.  I would want a clear agreement between ourselves as to her treatment, and my having access to her during those five days.”

     Kurt was silent for a long time and then he spoke.

     “I don’t think five days is enough, and I don’t think you having access during that time is reasonable or sensible.  I’m going to be devoting a lot of time to this and I wouldn’t want you visiting here during that time to interfere with the process.  You obviously think I can be of some assistance, so please don’t ask me to try to accomplish it with one hand tied behind my back.”

     Greg had to admit to himself Kurt had a point.  His visiting during Anne’s time of training would probably be a ‘bad thing’.  It had been a negotiating point anyway, he decided to concede and move on.”

     “Ok, both points taken, and accepted.  I think a full seven days is appropriate, and I won’t visit during that time, merely check with you as to progress.  My other stipulation is, and this is totally non-negotiable, that she must not be in any way

permanently physically marked, or damaged.  No forms of torture or whipping that will permanently mark or disfigure.  I’m going to tell her to write to you asking for you to accept her for training and, in return, I’m going to expect you to give me a written reply as a responsible Dom that you will take care of her well being.”

     Kurt gave him a rather rueful smile.

     “You seem to have a low opinion of me my friend.  What you have asked goes without saying, but I will, of course, give you those assurances in writing.  What about ‘safe words’?”  Are they to apply as well?  Because if they are I can’t see this working.  I can hardly be expected to train her to get over this reluctance to perform lesbian sex and curb her rebelliousness if she is going to call ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ every five minutes.”

     “That I can see.  I think that, given the written assurances to me from yourself, I will feel comfortable in giving her a command to write to you asking for you to accept her for seven days training on a ‘no limits’ basis.  That is saying that she cannot herself limit your actions, the limits are those agreed upon by you and I.”

     At this moment there was a knock on the lounge door Kurt looked at Greg.

“That will be Emma.  Do you mind a small intermission at this point?”

Greg was intrigued.  What was Kurt thinking of now?

     “No I don’t have a problem bring her in.”

     “Enter,” Kurt called loudly.

     Emma came into the room, dropped to her knees and crawled to kneel in front of Kurt.  She slide forward until her forehead rested on the floor with her hands stretched in front of her, her whip and cane striped rear was raised high in the air and her knees were spread some half a metre apart.  Apart form her bondage straps, collar and stiletto heeled shoes she was completely naked.  Greg gazed at the perfect shape of her arse, the slim perfection of her thighs and the shaven, slightly swollen, reddened lips of her pussy.  He felt his cock start to move and forced himself to look at Kurt, who had noted his response and smiled inwardly.

I thought this would help him take the bait.

Kurt spoke.

     “Stand slave and turn slowly.  I want Master Greg to see your whole body.”

     Emma rose sinuously to her feet, placed her hands behind her head and turned slowly allowing Greg to view her entire whip marked form. Finally she faced Kurt again.

     “Upright kneel slave.”

     She sank to her knees and placed her hands behind her back holding her elbows.

     “Now tell us slave are your nipples sore, and your labia?  Is it any worse or better than your would expect after a session, and have I ever done more to you than I have done today.  Did you want to use a ‘safeword’ at any time?”

     You’ve done a lot worse, and you know it.  I would have used a ‘safeword’ at least twice but I want Anne, and I was afraid of what you would have done to me after Greg had left if I called a ‘safeword’.

     She kept these thoughts to herself and answered in a clear voice.

     “Master, I am your slave and you have used me today as you have used me many times before.  I’m sore but it reminds me of my position as your slave, a position which I am grateful to accept.”

     “There you are Greg.  Out of the mouth of my slave.  She is happy with my treatment of her and willingly accepts it.

     It was fortunate for Greg’s peace of mind that he couldn’t see the expression on Emma’s face as Kurt made the statement.

     “Leave us now slave, thank Master Greg again for giving up his valuable time to train you and go to your room.  I will see you later.”

     Emma took the last part of the statement for what it was, an implied threat.  She turned and crawled to Greg’s feet, kissed both his shoes and with her face still lowered to the floor spoke quietly.

     “Master Greg, this slave thanks you with all her heart for being so kind as to give your valuable time to assist in her training.”

     With that she crawled from the door, stood, opened it and left the room.

     Kurt smiled at Greg.

     “If you are happy, shall we tidy up the details and draft this letter?”

     It was about an hour later when Greg got into the taxi called by Kurt and headed home.  In his pocket was the signed agreement letter from Kurt.  All he had to do now was to get Anne to write her ‘application’ letter to Kurt and deliver it.  It was three in the morning, but he was determined that she would do it that night or leave him for good.

     Anne at this point was undergoing a torment all of her own making.  After Greg had stormed out she had collapsed in tears in the bedroom and it had been some time before she regained her composure.  As the hours crept slowly past she had thought about and then re-thought about her position with and feelings towards Greg.  Finally she reached a conclusion.  She wasn’t sure if the emotion could be called love, but she desperately needed him in her life and also needed the hugely powerful sexual thrill that she experienced when submitting to him.  She must learn to control her rebellion and be truly his ‘slave’.  She decided to present herself to him as ‘slave’ and in pain.

     It was for this reason that when Greg finally arrived home and entered the large living room of their apartment he switched on the lights and found Anne on her knees, waiting for him in the previously darkened room. She was the complete figure of passive femininity.  Naked apart from her bondage straps, collar, shoes and blindfold, she had placed herself on her knees in the centre of the room. Her forehead was pressed to the floor and her hands outstretched in front of her with the upturned palms presenting a heavy nine tailed leather whip.  Her beautifully proportioned buttocks were raised high, and on her back was a piece of paper.  Greg picked it up and began to read as he walked round the prone figure.

     Master, if may be still be allowed to call you by that name, please accept my kneeling here as my offering to you of my body.  As you will see I have prepared myself for you and hope that you accept the pain that I am already suffering as part of my atonement for my wilful behaviour.

     Greg looked down at the naked slave. He was now behind her and realised that not only was she naked and kneeling submissively but that she had also added pain to her offering.  The shaven labia clearly displayed between the perfect globes of her buttocks were cruelly distorted.  They were being pulled down by a pair of heavy lead weights attached to a pair of clover clamps which were, in turn, attached to her distended labia.  He looked more closely and ordered her to raise herself on all fours.  A small gasp of pain passed her lips as she did so and he saw that her nipples were also clamped and cruelly weighted.  He felt his cock start to grow hard.  It was always stimulated by the sight of tortured female flesh, but on this instance he needed to think clearly and fought the urge to add to her pain and his arousal. 

     It took him only a few seconds to come to a conclusion.  Anne was clearly remorseful and this was the ideal moment to force matters to a head.  He knelt behind her and carefully removed the clamps from her pussy.  He couldn’t quite repress a smile of pleasure at her controlled but still audible squeal of pain as circulation returned.  He then released the clamps to her nipples and stood up patiently watching her fighting the agony radiating from the three most sexually charged areas of her body.  When her gasps of pain had subsided he took the whip from her hands and ordered her to stand.  She rose to her feet quite gracefully and stood facing him, eyes downcast, legs spread wide, with her hands clasped behind her head.  He stood drinking in the beauty of the body displayed before him.

     Anne was just about perfect. A mass of wavy dark chestnut hair, slightly olive complexion, and high cheek bones gave a classically beautiful face which must have been, he thought,  inherited from her maternal grandmother who was Spanish.   More northern European genes must have accounted for the tall, slim, but perfectly formed figure. The dark aureola surrounding the coffee coloured nipples which topped two 36c breasts jutting proudly from her chest again told of Mediterranean ancestors somewhere in her lineage.  Her pubic region was also dark, the labia which were only now starting to shrink back to their normal size were completely shaved with only a small strip of dark pubic hair just above them. 

     Deliberately drawing out his inspection he walked behind her and gently stroked the soft satin skin of her buttocks. She moaned very quietly and pushed against his hand.

     “Stop that, be quiet slave, and stand still.”

     He caressed her cheeks for a few moments more before walking back to stand in front of her.  Now was the time to exert his mastery over her.

     “Put your hands behind your back. Hold your elbows and look at me.”

     Anne lowered her hands and he watched appreciatively as the new position forced her magnificent breasts even further up and outwards.  She raised her eyes and looked timidly at him.

     “I am glad to see that you realise the serious position that, because of your behaviour, we are now in.  I can no longer tolerate your wilfulness.  A simple whipping and perhaps torture now will not be sufficient to correct the situation.  I require something far more positive from you.  It is obvious to me that I am too close to you to give you the correction you require.  A third party, who is not emotionally involved with you in any way will have to do that and I now wish that to happen.”

     He watched Anne’s eyes widen in shock.

     “I have decided to send you to another Master for the period of seven days.  He will have a free hand with you to instill obedience, train you in the delights of Sapphic sex, which you say you want, and generally curb that rebellious streak in your nature.  You will not be granted the privilege of ‘safewords’ nor will you see me for all of that period.”

     He stopped and looked at Anne.  She opened her mouth, as if to speak, and then remained silent.

     “You may speak slave.”

     Anne looked at him for a few more moments.  He could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes.  She blinked them back, nervously cleared her throat and began to speak.

     “If I do not accept this command Master, what is the alternative?”

     “You will leave now and I will not see you again.”

     “If I accept this command Master will I then be your slave?”

     “I will accept you back as my one and only slave, if you prove to me by your total acceptance of Master Kurt’s discipline that you are indeed worthy to be my slave.”

     Anne remained silent for several seconds and Greg said nothing, merely watching and waiting.  Finally she spoke.

     “Master I wish with all my heart to remain as your slave.  I know I am imperfect and my greatest wish is to serve you as your slave.  I will go to Master Kurt as you request.”

     Greg felt a surge of exultation sweep over him.

     She’s accepted, she hasn’t even asked if there are any conditions.  She really does want to be my slave.  He composed his thoughts and spoke again.

     “Slave, your acceptance of the situation pleases me.  The fact that you did not ask for assurances or question my decision pleases me.  I have here a letter of agreement from between Master Kurt and myself giving the terms of your servitude and the conditions surrounding it.  You may read it or I will detail them to you.”

     He took the letter from his pocket and offered it to her, but she kept her hands behind her back.

     “Master, I am sure you would never endanger me I trust your judgement and will obey.  Tell me what I must do, and I will do it.”

     “Slave you have again pleased me. I will, however, explain the terms to you  You need to know them in order to write your letter to Master Kurt accepting your position as a slave under training.  You will take this letter to Master Kurt tonight and must be ready to be taken to him on Monday of next week.”

     “Thank you Master for your patience with me.  What must I write.”

     “Good, now sit at the table we will look at the terms you will write the letter and take it.”

     They both sat facing each other across the table.  Greg explained the terms including the fact that she could expect to both whipped and tortured on a daily basis, would be expected to service Master Kurt sexually in any way he desired without a condom and would also be expected to pleasure Emma and any other females as requested by Kurt.  She would also be expected to have to service other men, but condoms would be used except for oral sex.  Any resistance on her part to any command within the terms would result in her being tortured until she begged to behave as requested.  Greg also told her that Kurt was harsh but would stick to the terms.  Anne wrote the letter and left to go to Kurt’s house to deliver it.  Greg made her go naked with just a long coat for protection, saying to her that she would be whipped on her return.

     Anne left, naked under her coat and Greg sat in the flat and waited.  After about half an hour Kurt phoned to say he had the letter and would await Anne as arranged.  When Anne arrived back in what was by now the early morning Greg first made her suck him and swallow his sperm.  He then had her stand and hold her position while he whipped her.  Finally he used her anally and then allowed her to pleasure herself on her knees in front of him while he also masturbated and sprayed her face and breasts with his come.  He then watched her wipe his come from her body and lick it from her fingers until he was satisfied with her efforts.

 

Monday

 

     Early in the morning of the following week Anne was sat nervously waiting for the arrival of her Master.  She had arisen early, prepared herself as he had instructed, and was now examining her body critically in a full length mirror.  She wore her full set of bondage straps and collar with black holdup stockings and 10cm high black patent leather stiletto heeled shoes.  Her body showed no marks from her whipping on the previous Wednesday and she wondered what it would look like by the following Friday night.

Too late to worry about that now.  You are committed, if you want to be a truly complete slave to Greg you will accept those marks for him and the pain.  This has been a long time in coming now accept it and learn what you can.

     She sat on the edge of an upright dining chair still wondering why she had allowed herself to agree to this ‘training’, whether she really wanted to do it, and whether she could cope. It wasn’t the knowledge of her impending seven days of submitting to the whip and torture that troubled her.  She was no stranger to that and knew that after a few minutes the initial pain would blend into intense feelings of sexual arousal and this would allow her to ‘ride the pain’ to another almost mystical place.  The lesbian sex training would, she was sure be good for her and would, she hoped, finally overcome her resistance to performing an act which mentally excited her but when faced with the physical actuality produced a feeling of revulsion.  Her problem, she decided, was with the whole concept of having no control and the knowledge that if her rebellious streak came to the fore she would be whipped and tortured into submission.

This time my girl it’s for real.  You can’t loose your temper and storm off.  No soft words to encourage you, no Greg to let you off the hook and tolerate your waywardness.  This time you will scream and scream until you beg to do exactly as you are told.

     She felt herself tremble as she thought of this, but was not surprised to find that her nipples had hardened and when she gently stroked the lips of her pussy she felt the tell tale moisture of her arousal.  The door bell rang, she pulled her hand from between her thighs, feeling almost guilty, and went quickly to the door.  Greg  stood there clad in his ‘Master’s’ attire of black leather, his eyes were hidden behind dark glasses.  Still feeling very nervous Anne managed to mumble ‘please come in’ and led him into the living room.  She sank swiftly to her knees, spread her thighs, placed her hands palm upwards upon them, and lowered her eyes. Greg had waited for to kneel and position herself before removing his glasses.  He now slowly paced round the naked form placed so deliciously and so submissively before him.  He noted the slight tremble of her body and decided to prolong the moment.  Sitting in an arm chair he gazed for some minutes before standing and replacing his glasses. Taking a black leather leash from his jacket pocket he bent and raised her head until she was looking into her own reflection in his glasses.  He clipped the leash to the ring on the front of her collar and tugged gently.

     “Stand and hold your elbows.”

     Still looking at her reflection she rose smoothly and sensuously, spread her legs,  grasped her elbows, and then lowered her eyes.  He reached out and first stroked the gentle down slopes of her breasts before running the back of his hand across both nipples.  Greg noted how hard the nipples were and trailed his hand slowly down across the smooth plain of her stomach before gently caressing her mons.  She gasped almost imperceptibly as he gently pushed a finger into the moist depths of her pussy.

Good she’s aroused and ready.

     “Slave I am pleased to see that you are ready and prepared as instructed.  Have you anything to say to me?”

There was brief pause before she spoke.

     “Thank you Master.  I am ready Master, I will do my best to prove myself as the obedient slave you wish me to be, and Master I love you.”

“Very well slave, I am reassured by your words and that you are properly prepared now get your coat and hand bag we must go. Have you packed an overnight bag with the clothes for your return?”

     “It’s there on the floor by the door Master.”

     “Good I’ll take that now get your coat.”

Anne turned and he watched the beautiful cheeks of her buttocks sway as she went into her bedroom and collected a long leather coat and her handbag.

     Half an hour later Greg and, a by now even more nervous, Anne arrived in front of Kurt’s house.  Greg opened the door at her side and pulled her out by her leash.  They approached the door and Greg pressed a bellpush.  He released the lead and stood behind her.  Anne felt him take the coat from her shoulders and allowed to him pull the coat off her body. 

“Present yourself slave.  Make me proud.”

     She put her hands behind her and grasped her elbows before moving her feet until they were some 60 centimetres apart.  The door opened and she had her first sight of Kurt.  He was clad in black leather trousers pushed into calf length boots of the same material with a tight black roll neck sweater covering his powerful torso.  His eyes appraised her body.  Although brown his eyes appeared cold to her, almost reptilian, and she repressed a shudder.  Kurt reached down and took her lead in one hand.  He pulled her and turned.

     “Follow me slave.”

     Anne dutifully followed Kurt into a large hallway.  He told her to kneel and wait.

     “Your Master and I have a few things to discuss. My slave Emma will take you to the Dungeon and prepare you for our first ‘training’ session.  You will obey her as you would me.  If I hear any criticism from her of your behaviour your punishment will be swift and painful.  Is that clear?”

     “Master Greg, if you leave the slave’s handbag, coat and other bag here Emma will take care of it.”

     Anne watched as her Master left her possessions on the floor and then went into another room with Master Kurt.  She could hear their voices but not the words. She felt curiously bereft.  She was not going to see her Master again for a week and he hadn’t even wished her goodbye. The floor was hard tiles and even though she was accustomed to spending a lot of time on her knees she was glad when she heard the click of high heels approaching.  She kept her eyes downcast.  Two slim female legs clad in red nylon and perched on red stiletto heels came into her field of view. The ankles immediately above the shoes were encircled with red leather bondage straps. A delicate female hand reached down and took the lead from where it dangled between her breasts, the back of the hand gently caressed both breasts before being withdrawn from her sight.  Anne noticed that above the hand the wrist bore a bondage strap in red leather.  There was a tug on the lead.

     “Stand up, and turn round.”

     Anne did as she was instructed.  Hands pulled her arms down and she felt the clips on her wrist straps being attached to each other.

     “Turn round again, let me look at you.  You may raise your eyes.”

     Anne turned again and presented herself. She looked at the other slave who stood smiling holding Anne’s leash whilst running her eyes slowly over Anne’s naked body.

     “You are a beauty and no mistake.  You look better than in the video.  We are going to have some fun with you.”

     The redhead was smiling but, Anne noticed, there was little or no warmth in her eyes. 

Oh my goodness she’s seen me in that video. 

     The thought made her blush and Emma, who clearly understood the reaction, laughed.

     “Don’t worry slave you’re going to do a lot more than that this week.  Now let’s get you down to the Dungeon and ready for the Master.”

     Emma turned and tugged the leash, Anne was forced to follow.  As she did so she took note of the figure strutting sexily in front of her.  She watched the play of the muscles in the slim  thighs and taut buttocks, and also noticed the tell signs of lash marks on Emma’s back buttocks and thighs.  The marks were faint and, she thought, dated back several days.  She wondered what was in store for her and realised that at sometime soon, probably very soon, she would be pleasuring this young woman who was now taking her to her fate.  Much to her surprise this thought gave her a sudden burst of arousal and, she realised, pleasure.

That’s good.  Maybe this won’t be so difficult after all.

     They came to a flight of steps and Emma pulled Anne down them taking scant regard of the difficulty that Anne was having negotiating them in high heels with her hands secured behind her back.  There was a heavy wooden door at the foot of the stairs.  Fashioned from solid dark wood planks, held together with black iron studs and supported on two massive black iron hinges.  To Anne it epitomised a ‘dungeon’ door.

     Abandon hope, all ye who enter here!

    The thought sprang unbidden to her mind and she had to repress her laughter.

     A massive metal key was hanging on a hook by the entrance,  Emma used it to unlock the door and then pushed it open.  The door creaked as it opened and Anne was dragged through threshold into the room beyond.  She heard the click of a switch and then blinked to accustom her eyes to the low light level.  Her first impression was of surprise.  For a below ground cellar area the ceiling was very high, perhaps three metres, she thought.  Emma pulled her forward to the centre of the room and turned to face her.

     “Take a good look round, this is the main dungeon, my Master is very proud of it.  You will, I’m sure, be spending a lot of time down here.

     Anne stared round the room.  It was very large, probably six metres by twelve and contained every conceivable device for restraint and torture.  She recognised a wall mounted wheel, another half wheel for bending a subject over either on their front or painfully backwards.  There were several St Andrews crosses lining the walls, a torture bench complete with wooden drum at one end to turn it into a rack, two or three leather covered horses, a curious chair adorned with leather restraints, and a ‘pony’.  Two posts reached floor to ceiling about two metres apart and were joined by a padded cross rail which was clearly adjustable for height, behind those she saw a set of stocks and two black metal cages one vertical and one horizontal.  She shuddered and turned to look behind her.  More instruments of pain greeted her eyes, a large rough hewn but well worn post with iron rings at it’s top, obviously a ‘whipping post,’ rose from the floor to the ceiling, whips, floggers, canes, restraint straps and harnesses adorned the walls and she felt her arousal growing.  It grew even more when she caught a view of herself reflected in one of the floor to ceiling mirrors fixed to the walls.  Emma’s voice cut through her reverie.

     “Now lets prepare you for the Master.  Go and bend over that cross beam, spread your legs and wait.”

     Anne turned and forced herself to walk forward to the cross beam.  She bent forward, rested her stomach on the leather and then shuffled her feet wide apart.  Finally she allowed her torso to hang forward until she was staring backwards peering between her own thighs.  She saw Emma go to a wall cupboard open it and remove something.  Her heart raced when she realised it was a large latex butt plug.

     She’s going to plug me.

     The thought screamed in her mind.  She readily accepted anal sex, and in fact enjoyed it, but this thing looked huge.  Emma walked sexily towards her holding out the plug and smiling.  Anne could see from the moisture gleaming on the shaved lips of the other woman’s pussy that Emma was aroused.  Emma began to caress Anne’s buttocks. The caresses reached slowly down to her inner thighs and then the questing fingers moved up to her pussy.  At first Emma merely stroked the labia, but after a short time Anne felt Emma’s fingers probe inside her wet sex.  Anne moaned and pushed against the hand.  Emma’s other hand crashed down on Anne’s left buttock.

     “Stop that, stand still and be silent.”

     Anne exerted every ounce of her self control as the teasing fingers continued to explore her pussy.  After a short period Emma withdrew her fingers and Anne felt them trail slowly and teasingly upwards across the sensitive narrow bridge between her pussy and the tensed ring of her anus.  A finger pushed tentatively at the little ring of muscle and then more firmly.  Emma slapped Anne’s cheeks again and then undid the clip joining Anne’s wrists.

     “Put your hands down behind you and pull those arse cheeks apart.  Quickly now,” the command was followed by two more sharp slaps.

     Anne lifted her torso and stretched her hands back until she could pull her two cheeks apart.  She felt the cheeks of Emm’s face against the insides of her arse cheeks and then a tongue began to probe at her opening.  The sensation was not unpleasant and she wriggled her bottom against Emma’s face.  The tongue probed for a little longer and then was suddenly replaced by a finger which pushed swiftly and remorselessly past the ring of muscle and for the first time in her life Anne felt herself being buggered by another woman’s finger.  Another finger was pushed firmly into place beside the first, and then another.  Anne screamed in shock at this intrusion and then cried out again as Emma’s free hand struck the inside of her thighs repeatedly.  As this happened Emma shouted at Anne.

     “I told you to be quiet slut.  The Master wants you plugged, and plugged you will be.  Now stop fighting it.  Do you want him to simply rape this tight little hole of yours with no preparation?  Believe me he will, and he’ll probably enjoy it all the more for it.”

     Anne forced herself to relax.

     She’s right I suppose.  I’m here to obey, but it’s so humiliating having another woman finger fuck me there.

     As she was thinking this, and trying to relax Anne felt something pushed into her pussy.  She realised it was the plug, and moved her thighs further apart to assist it’s passage.  Emma sensed Anne’s acquiescence and pushed the plug deeply into Anne’s cunt.  She began to work it in and out slowly but firmly.

     “That’s better get it nice and covered with all that pussy juice and then it’ll be a lot easier to fit in here.”

     Emma wiggled the fingers buried in Anne’s arse. Anne felt the plug withdraw from her cunt, and seconds later the fingers were removed and she felt the tip of the plug being forced into her.  Emma began to push the plug firmly, then withdrew it a little before thrusting forward with it again.  Each thrust took the plug deeper into Anne’s bowel stretching the muscle.  It began to be painful and Anne screamed.

     “No stop please you’re tearing me, I’m splitting, stop please.

     A hand crashed violently down on the cheeks of her arse.

     “Shut up slut.  You’re not being split.  Do you think you’re the first slut to have a plug put up your rear?”

     At the time as she spoke Emma gave one final push overwhelming the resistance of Anne’s anal ring.  The thrust pushed Anne’s stomach into the bar and the air whooshed from her lungs.  By the time she had caught her breath again she could feel the base of the plug tight against her arse cheeks and the pain receded to mere discomfort. 

     “There you are slut, all done.  Is that the first time you’ve been plugged?  I know you’ve been buggered I saw that in the video.  Now stand up and turn round.”

     Anne stood up and turned to face Emma.  She realised that she was blushing furiously and Emma smiled at her embarrassment.

     “What maidenly blushes from an experienced slave who’s been fucked in all three holes at the same time,” Emma smiled, and this time Anne realised there was some warmth there.

     Emma tugged on the leash still attached to Anne’s collar.

     “Now come here.  Since I’ve was so gentle with you can now repay the favour.”

     She pulled Anne over to a large leather covered chair and sat down it.  Emma raised both legs and draped them over the arms of the chair completely exposing her shaven pussy and the tight bud of her anus to Anne.

     “Get down on your knees.  You might as well start your instruction now, beginning by kissing my tits and sucking my nipples.”

     Anne hesitated, and Emma, determined to accept no refusal from Anne, used the loop of the leash to lash both Anne’s breasts until Anne sank to her knees.

     “You would do well to remember the Master’s words about you obeying me as though it was him.”

     Anne leant forward, pushed herself between Emma’s thighs and began to plant little pecking kisses to Emma’s proffered breasts.  She was completely unaware that Emma was exceeding Kurt’s instructions and that Emma had not been told to use her in this way.  Anne slowly warmed to her task, she took one off Emma’s hard crinkly buds between her lips between her lips and began to suck.  The end of the leash was played gently across Anne’s shoulders and she responded quickly to the implied threat by teasing the nipple between her teeth.  Emma sighed, she brought a hand up to Anne’s head and held her hair gently.

     That’s better.  It’s not so bad is it?  Now do the other one.”

     Anne dutifully transferred her attentions to the other breast, and for several minutes pleasured first one and then the other teat in response to Emma’s breathy instructions.

     “Now slut kiss and lick your way down my belly slowly, and then get your tongue in my cunt,” the command was reinforced by a non too gentle slap with the leash on Anne’s shoulders.

     The slap was a clear warning and Anne wasted no time in following the instructions to the letter.  Her tongue began the a slow and delicate tracing of Emma’s taut muscles, and she stopped frequently to kiss the offered flesh.  Emma suddenly used Anne’s hair to lift her head.  She stared into Anne’s eyes.

     “You could be good at this with a bit of practice now I’ll give you a bit of help.”

Anne watched the other woman push her hands down between her obscenely spread thighs to prise open the lips of her own cunt.

     “Now get that tongue in there, make me come slut or I’ll  use a real whip on you to encourage you.  Remember what you’re here for, and remember ‘no limits’”

     Anne forced herself to lower her head between Emma’s thighs.  Emma’s warning was clear, she must obey or be whipped into submission.”

     I’m sure Master Kurt will whip me today, but I don’t want another whipping from her before that.  Anne pushed out her tongue and begin to gently lick the open interior of Emma’s pussy.  She could smell the musk of Emma’s arousal and, the for the first time in her life, tasted the slightly salty taste of another woman.  Emma’s hands tightened their grip on Anne’s hair.  She began to moan and pant.  Anne’s ears were partly muffled by Emma’s thighs but she could hear Emma giving her commands interspersed within a string of obscenities.

     “Oh that’s good.  Oh fuck, oh shit.  That’s it, stick your tongue in deeper slut, lick my pussy.  That’s better than a dick.  Suck my cunt, drink my juice, Oh fuck.  Tongue my arsehole.  Yes that’s it.  Stick it in deeper.  Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.  Now tongue my clit.”

     Anne was feverishly following Emma’s verbal tirade and Emma was now completely immersed in the tide of sensation welling from between her thighs.  Such was the volume of Emma’s tirade of lust that neither women heard the creak of the dungeon door.  Suddenly a savage voice echoed round the room.

     “What the fuck is this.”

     Anne wrenched her head round to see Kurt standing the doorway.  Emma wailed and then her eyes snapped wide open.  Kurt strode across the room, Anne noticed the blaze off anger in them and quaked inwardly in real fear.

     Oh god.  I hope he doesn’t think I started this!  She tried to calm her racing heart beat.

     Kurt pushed Anne roughly to one side.  He grabbed Emma by the hair and lifted her from the chair. Emma had no time to properly disentangle her legs from the chair arms and screamed in pain as the wood bit into the inside of her thighs.  Kurt held her up with one hand, his grip threatening to rip the hair from Emma’s head.  The young slave wailed and flailed her legs trying to touch the floor and ease the pain in her head.  Kurt slapped Emma’s face and a terrified Anne saw the clear mark of his fingers on Emma’s cheek.  He slapped a furious backhand to the other cheek and then threw Emma to the floor.  Both women cowered in front of him, terrified, as he towered over them.  He kicked Emma, and glared at Anne.  Looking directly at Emma he spoke.

     “What the fuck are you doing?  I gave you clear instructions.  I didn’t tell you to use this slut.  I told you to prepare her for me not indulge your little lesbian lusts.”

     Emma foolishly blurted out.

     “Master she asked me if she could do it.  She said she wanted to try it out as soon as possible.  That she so wanted to please her Master.”

     Kurt kicked Emma again and she screamed.

     “Silence when I want to hear you I’ll tell you.  I’m her Master now and I’m always your Master so it’s my instructions you follow you stupid cunt.”

     Anne had placed herself on her knees with her legs spread wide, hands behind her head with her eyes submissively pointed towards the floor.  Her brain was racing.

     The little bitch.  She’s trying to blame me.  He’s bound to ask.  What’ll I say?  Tell the truth, he’s your Master tell the truth.

     She realised that Kurt was now standing in front of her.  He grasped her hair and pulled her head back.  It felt as though he was pulling her hair out by then roots and she screamed.  He slapped her face hard, and pushed his face into hers.  Anne quailed at the intensity of the anger in his eyes.

     “Stop screaming, you’ll have plenty of time for that soon.  Tell me slut, did you ask her to let you lick her cunt?”

     “No Master.  She told me that I was to obey her as if it were you, and that she would whip me if I didn’t.”

     Anne saw the look of pure hatred that crossed Emma’s face.  Kurt slapped Anne’s face again.

     “That’s what I thought. Don’t call me Master again until I tell you.  You have to earn that right.  You will call me Sir.”

     Reaching down Kurt took each of Anne’s nipples between finger and thumb.  He then squeezed and twisted them before using them to drag her to her feet.  She began to squeal at the pain from her abused tits but one look from Kurt made her bite her lower lip and endure the pain.

     “Go and kneel under that ceiling hoist and wait while I deal with this stupid cunt.  Oh and watch carefully it might be your turn next if you aren’t very careful”

     Kurt pointed to where a cable with a hook attached hung down from the ceiling.  Anne quickly crawled to it and positioned herself to kneel prone with her forehead on the floor and bottom raised high.  Kurt stood over the cowering Emma, he was breathing deeply and forcing himself to regain a measure of control over his fury.

     Stupid little bitch, give her another cunt’s tongue and she has to have it in her cunt.  Maybe it’s not so bad though, I can use this to show Emma her place and cow this one into obedience more quickly.  Not only that I can have fun torturing Emma while I whip the other slut, he smiled inwardly and reached to grab Emma’s hair again.

     Kurt dragged a wailing Emma across the room and told her kneel and wait.  He went to a wall cupboard and returned carrying several clover clamps each with a long thin chain attached.  Anne moved her head slightly and watched as Kurt dragged a wooden device across the floor and positioned it in front off Emma.  It was an ‘L’ shape, the vertical pole was about a metre and a half in height with another piece of wood attached at the base running for about a metre along the floor.  Three feet, each of about half a metre long stuck out from the base rail. One was immediately under the upright pole, another about half a metre along it and the final one at the end of the rail.  Kurt lifted Emma by the hair again and positioned her knees immediately behind the middle foot.  He kicked her ankles apart and bent to attach her ankle straps to two rings one at either end of the back foot.  Emma’s wrists were then attached to her ankle straps by two short chains.  Anne was watching Emma’s brutal treatment in horror, but somewhere in the back of her mind that little mental quirk that made her a masochist and submissive was turning her horror into arousal.

     He’s brutal, how can she stand to stay with him.  I wonder what he’s going to do to me?    

     Anne now saw Kurt attach two of the clover clamps to Emma’s nipples and then pull on the chains, forcing Emma to howl in pain as she rose to kneel upright and arch her back.  Kurt continued to pull on the chains until he could hook one link from each chain to hooks situated on the sides of the upright pole towards the top.  He attached two more clamps with chains to the lips of Emma’s pussy and then pulled them forward until he could hook them over two hooks set into the end of the forward foot.  Emma was howling in pain with tears streaming down her face until Kurt silenced her with a penis gag which he thrust deep into her mouth before buckling the restraining straps at the back of Emma’s head.  Anne could see the redhead in what she could only think of as an ‘arch of agony’. Both Emma’s breasts were pulled outwards, brutally distorted by the clamps and the lips of her pussy were pulled wide open displaying the pink interior of her cunt.

     “You can stay like that cunt until I’ve finished with your lover.”

     Kurt walked back to the cupboard and then returned.  As he walked towards her Anne saw that in one hand he had more clover clamps with chains and weights attached.  He stopped and picked up a small low table and then walked to the chair in which Emma has so recently sat.  Kurt placed the table next to the chair and put the  the collection off torture devices on it.  He then lowered himself into the chair and turned to Anne.

     “Come here slut, and be quick about it.”

     Anne crawled quickly forward to kneel before Kurt. As she crawled, each roll of her hips made the plug move in her bowel.  She kept her eyes lowered, but Kurt told her to look at him.  Kurt sat looking down into her uplifted eyes for about thirty seconds. Finally he pointed to Emma and spoke.

     “You can see what happens to disobedient sluts in my domain.  Are you going to be obedient?”

     “Yes M.... Sir I will obey.”

     Kurt smiled at the slight hesitation but didn’t take it any further.

     “Good, because I understand from my friend Master Greg that you have a problem with obedience.  Now, let’s just see how obedient you are prepared to be.  Stand up and come closer.”   

       Anne rose to her feet and moved to stand some 60 centimetres in front of Kurt.

     “Bend forward, I want to play with your tits. Look at me as you do this.”

     She dutifully bent forward, keeping her head raised.  Kurt kept eye contact with her and she felt rather than saw his hands reach out and begin to caress her breasts.  Still keeping eye contact he rolled the nipples between finger and thumb.

     “Your nipples are hard slut are you excited?  If I felt that slit of yours would it be moist.”

     Kurt’s fingers held her nipples firmly, not painfully, but the implied threat was there.  Anne took a deep breath and replied.

     “Yes Sir I think my slit is wet.  I am, I think, excited.”

     “That’s good slut.  I value honesty in my sluts.  Now move forward and straddle my thighs.”

     Kurt pulled gently on Anne’s nipples, drawing her forward until her thighs were spread wide apart above his own.  He tugged gently at her nipples again.

     “Keep looking into my eyes slut.”

     He released her nipples and Anne swallowed nervously, but kept eye contact as his hands began to stroke the insides of her thighs.  The fingers teased the soft inner flesh and slowly moved up until she felt a finger trail upwards along the join of her labia.  The finger was withdrawn and a hand cupped her mons.  Kurt held the finger up between their faces’.

     “Moist on the outside even.  I wonder what I’ll find on the inside?”

     He pressed the finger to her lips forcing them apart until it touched her teeth.  He pressed on her teeth and she opened her mouth.  Kurt’s eyes seemed, to her, to be boring into her as she began to suck his finger. The other hand moved between her thighs, the fingers parted and one slid into her pussy.  She moaned softly around the finger in her mouth but continued to suck obediently.  Another finger invaded her pussy and Kurt began to move them gently back and forth.  Anne began to push against his hand, and then stopped as his mouth formed a silent ‘no’.  They held this position for about a minute, eyes locked together and then Kurt withdrew first the two fingers from her pussy and then taking his finger from her mouth pushed the other fingers to her lips.  She sucked them hungrily.

     “Good, I see that you are beginning to like the taste of cunt.  This should have been your first taste but my greedy little slut Emma spoiled that, which is why she’s suffering now.”

     Anne felt like a marionette. Kurt had her completely under his control.  She had been close to orgasm when he fingered her and was now lost in a nether world of lust and submission.  Suddenly he used his free hand to slap her right breast and withdrew his fingers.

     “Enough.  Now lets see how obedient you are prepared to be.  Stand up and go to the table.”

     Anne stood upright and moved to stand in front of the small table, without prompting she spread her legs wide and put her arms behind her back.  Kurt smiled to himself as she did this.

     “You are now going to torture yourself for my amusement.  Firstly take off your leash and put it on the table. You will see that there are three clamps there with weights, put one on your clit and one on each of your lips.”

     Anne’s brain was racing.

     Oh no not my clit.  Pussy lips are bad enough but my clit!

     Greg had occasionally clipped her clit and she knew just what agony that would be. She took a glance at Emma still kneeling, stretched in absolute agony, and realised that there were worse torments.

     Kurt had seen the glance and smiled to himself.  He watched Anne take off the leash, place it on the table before picking up the first clamp.  She used two fingers of one hand to spread her labia and then teased the hood of her clit with a finger of the other hand.  Kurt watched her face closely as she put the open jaws of the clamp to her clitoris.  She gently released the jaws and Kurt heard a hiss of indrawn breath as first the jaws bit and then the weight began it’s remorseless pull.  Anne picked up a second clamp, pulling out one of her labia with the fingers of one hand she quickly attached the clamp to it and then gingerly released the weight.  The third clamp was added and she turned to look at Kurt.  Through the tears starting to well in her eyes he thought he could discern pride, and perhaps defiance. 

     That’s good, if she’s proud and a bit defiant it’ll make this all the better, he mused.

     “Now pick up the chain with the other two clamps, and come and stand in front of me.  About a metre away will do.”

     Anne bent, picked up the last implement of her torture, and took the two slow and painful steps to stand in front of Kurt.

     “Fit those clamps to your nipples. When you’ve done it I want you to drop the chain quickly.”

     Kurt watched with growing amusement and sexual arousal as Anne attached first one and then the other clamp to her nipples.  She hesitated, looked at him and he signalled her to drop the chain.  A squeal of pain escaped her tightly clamped lips as the heavy chain fell and then stopped to swing against her rib cage. Kurt looked with approval at his tormented charge.

     So far so good.  I wonder how far I can push her?  He decided to find out.

     “Bend forward rest your hands on your knees, raise your head and look at me.”

     Anne bent forward as instructed.  Each movement brought more pain.  Rasing her head was the worst because it pulled her shoulders back and pulled on the nipple clamps.

     “Now slut I want you to torture yourself.  Start by swinging that splendid arse of yours, and then sway your tits.”

     Torture myself, I’m in agony now.  The Bastard.  The repressed anger surged through her, it took all her will power to regain control and follow the wickedly conceived instructions.

     Kurt had seen the look in Anne’s eyes and waited.  He tensed himself to take control of her but then relaxed as she began to sway first her hips and then her upper body.  She was biting her lower lip and breathing deeply as the weights and chain began their brutal dance.  Each movement tore at her sex and nipples, the tears, held back for the last few seconds, began to fall.  Kurt kept his eyes locked on Anne’s and watched the rain of tears.  His cock had now hardened to a rigid pole inside his leather trousers but he continued to watch Anne’s swaying self torture.  Soon he would allow her to suck him but first he wanted one last painful submission from her.  He reached out and took the chain connecting the nipple clamps in one hand pulling it towards him.

     “Now slut pull against me and swing that body faster.”

     Anne, at first, could not comprehend the cruel instruction.  The pain in her cunt and tits was so great that she could hardly stand.  Kurt pulled on the chain again.

     “Swing faster slut and pull.”

     From some deeply hidden well of strength Anne managed to obey the command.  She swung her body and pulled back against the chain.  The pain flooded through her, but as she looked at Kurt’s smiling face another set of feelings began to surface.  She began to feel the stirring of sexual pleasure.

     Oh no, it’s starting to turn me on.  He’s getting to me.

The waves of submissive, sexual, pleasure/pain were becoming greater, but Kurt recognised the signs and suddenly released the chain.

     Good this little slut has promise, but I’m not done yet.  I’ll let her come when I’m good and ready.

“Stop, kneel, and get my cock out.  It’s time you showed how well you can please me slut.”

     Anne moved forward, until she was kneeling  between Kurt’s thighs.  She reached up, undid his zip, gently pushed a hand into his trousers and curled her fingers around the stiff bone that was his erect penis.  Her fingers couldn’t completely surround his girth and in spite of the pain still raging in both her nipples and pussy she felt her arousal returning.  She slowly freed his cock from the confines of the leather and gazed at it.  Her hands hadn’t lied to her, Kurt’s circumcised cock was impressively large, she bent and licked the tip slowly tracing her tongue around the whole engorged head.  Kurt gasped and then she felt his hands in her hair.  He raised her head and the pain erupted in her nipples.  She looked into the dark almost hypnotic eyes.

     “Slut, you have a choice.  The clamps come off when, and only when, you swallow my come.  There is a catch, however, because after that I’m going to string you up and whip that body of yours from your shoulders to your knees.  I’m going to make you scream.  I’ll enjoy making you scream, It’ll make me hard again, and then I’ll use that plugged hole of yours.  Who knows?  I might even fuck that hot wet little slit of yours before the day is out as well.  The other thing you should think about is that ‘Emma slut’ stays clipped until after your whipping, and she is going to be in charge of your training tomorrow morning.  I think the longer she suffers there the more you’ll suffer in the morning.  Your choice slut, now get sucking.”

     Anne couldn’t repress a shudder at Kurt’s words and the lack of warmth in his smile.  With her mind reeling with the implications of his little speech she began to slowly lick the head of his cock again.  She slid her hand into his trousers and began to caress his balls whilst slowly taking more and more of his cock into her mouth.  Kurt thrust himself into her mouth. At first she gagged, but she forced herself to accept more and more of his cock until she was forced to pull back to take a hurried breath.  He forced his cock back into her mouth.

     “Take it deep slut, I want to feel my balls on your chin.”

     Kurt pushed on her head forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth and then throat.  She gagged again but somehow managed to breath a little.  Suddenly she made a decision.

     He’s going to whip me anyway, Emma must be in agony, and the clips hurt like hell.

     She thrust her mouth at his cock, licked the back of the shaft and gently raked the skin of his sac with her finger nails.  She managed to raise her head a little within the confines of his grasp and sucked greedily at the head of his cock. Thrusting her head forward she swallowed the whole length until she felt the hair on his balls touch her chin.  Kurt relaxed his grip slightly and she repeated the same movement.  For over a minute she continued this slow bobbing of her head while teasing his balls, and then she began to move faster.  She could feel his cock growing even harder and thrust it into her mouth sucking and licking frantically while still maintaining her teasing attack on his balls.  She felt him tense, the channel on the underside of his cock pulsed and her mouth was filled with his come.  It was hard to swallow with his cock buried so deeply in her throat but she managed and groaned in relief when he raised her head.  She licked the traces of come from his cock as  he withdrew and licked the residue from her lips as he looked into her face.  He raised his hand, at first she thought he was going to hit her but he merely smiled stroked her face.

     “That was quite good slut, Master Greg has trained you well.  Stand up and I’ll remove the clips.”

     Shakily Anne rose to her feet.  Her knees ached and the pain flared again in her tits and cunt as she rose and spread her thighs.  Kurt reached forward and removed the clamp from her left labia, and then her right labia.  She screamed as the blood rushed into the tissues of her sex.  Kurt pulled at the clamp on her clit again and she screamed once more.  This scream turned into a long drawn wail as he removed the clamp.  He commanded her to bend forward and she nearly toppled into him as she struggled to comply.  The final waves of pain engulfed her as the clamps came away from her tormented nipples.  Kurt was forced to hold her by the shoulders as she shuddered and gasped in her agony.  He bent forward and gently kissed both of  her tear stained cheeks.

     “You did well slut.  I am pleased with you. Now kneel and beg for the whip.”

     Anne was completely confused by this small display of tenderness and approval.  She knelt like an automaton before raising her tear blotched face and looking at her tormentor.

     “Thank you Sir, this slut begs to offer her body for your further use.  Please whip me Sir.”

     Kurt sat looking down at Anne.  Things were going somewhat better than he had expected this early in the week. 

     She obviously gets off on pain, but there’s something else as well, I must remember to show some affection and reward her occasionally.

     “Crawl until you are under the hoist, remove your shoes and then stand and wait for me there.”

     Kurt watched Anne as she started to crawl to the centre of the dungeon and then turned to walk to Emma.  Her eyes were tightly shut and she was breathing deeply.  He ran a finger nail across the stretched skin at the top of her distended breasts.  Emma’s eyes snapped open and he could hear the muted wail coming from within her gagged mouth.  He raised a foot and rested it very lightly on the chains connected to her stretched cunt lips. 

     “Shall I push down slave?”

     Emma shook her head violently, a flood of tears washed down her cheeks as her frantic movements pulled at the clamps on her nipples.

     “Very well slave.  I’ll go and whip ‘slut’ and then I’ll release you.  I hope you have learned your lesson.”

     Emma nodded very slowly and closed her eyes as Kurt turned away from her.  He would have been amused to hear her thoughts as walked towards Anne.

     Bastard, yes go and whip the bitch.  Make her scream her fucking pretty head off, then I’ll make her pay for this in the morning.  God please hurry, whip the bitch and let me off this before I faint.

     Kurt walked slowly towards Anne who was standing, as instructed, in her stockinged feet under the chain of the ceiling hoist.  Her legs were spread wide, her arms were behind her back with her hands holding her elbows, and her eyes were downcast.  She was a very beautiful woman and Kurt walked slowly round her taking in the smooth sensuous curves.  He gently stroked the cheeks of her bottom and ran a hand up the smooth perfection of the skin of her back.  He stepped closer and used both hands to caress the outsides of her thighs before moving his hands up her flanks, then slowly crossing the smooth expanse of her stomach.  Finally his hands cupped her breasts with the forefinger and thumb of each hand gently squeezing her nipples.  Anne let out a small sigh.

     “You know that I’m ging to whip everything I’ve just touched. Don’t you slut?  Do you want me to touch your pussy?  If I touch it I’ll whip it as well?

     Oh no.  If I don’t ask him to touch me there he’ll say I’m disobedient and whip me there anyway.  I might as well ask.

     Kurt was all too aware of the implications of his request but waited patiently, his hands still cupping her breasts and an amused smile on his lips.

     “Please Sir touch my pussy.”

     Kurt’s hands slid slowly down once more crossing the flat plain of her stomach before sliding slowly down the silky smoothness of her thighs and caressing outside of her labia.  Anne gasped with pleasure as he forced a finger between the lips.  A second finger followed and for about a minute Kurt vigorously masturbated her only stopping when it was clear to him that she was close to orgasm.  He pressed the two fingers to her mouth.

     “Lick these clean you dirty little slut and then I’ll give you a whipping to remember.”

     The words sent a shaft of fear tinged with lust through the young woman as she opened her mouth and greedily sucked the juices of her own cunt from Kurt’s fingers. When he was satisfied that Anne had cleaned his fingers sufficiently Kurt pulled them from her mouth.  He held her jaw in one hand and looked into her eyes.

     “Ready for a whipping then slut?  Don’t answer, just spread your legs wide, that’s all the answer I want.”

     Anne looked into Kurt’s eyes. They were hard and cold and she shuddered in pure fear as she slowly spread her legs until her feet were nearly a metre apart.  Kurt reached up down, he quickly grasped her wrists, hauled her hands above her head and attached the wrist restraints to the hook on the hoist cable above her head.   Kurt walked to the wall and pushed a button and Anne felt the cable tug at her wrists.

     “Keep your legs spread and rise up on your toes, I want you stretched for this.”

     The winch pulled remorselessly and Anne was forced up until she stood balanced on the balls of her feet and toes.  Kurt walked forward and stood in front of her.  He had taken off his jacket and she looked at his powerfully muscled upper body clad only in an open fronted leather jerkin.  The muscles in his arms rippled slightly as he pulled the leather strands of a nine tailed whip through his fingers.  He moved forward and grasped her hair in one hand, fiercely pulling her head back and then kissing her lips with his tongue insistently pushing past her teeth and into her mouth.  She found herself returning the kiss and meeting his tongue with her own.  Suddenly her stopped and pushed the handle of the whip against her lips.

     “Hold this slut.”

     She opened her mouth and held the whip handle with her teeth as Kurt’s hands roved across her body.  His hands were strong and firm, they kneaded and squeezed the flesh of her breasts, buttocks, thighs, and stomach before one hand was placed firmly between her thighs holding her mons in a vice like grip.  She felt an orgasm starting to well up deep within, but Kurt must have in some way sensed this.

     “Don’t you dare come slut.  I’m going to start your whipping now.  I haven’t tied your legs, it’s a test of your obedience, you will keep them spread as they are even when I whip your thighs and cunt.  Do you understand?”

     It was all Anne could do to meekly mutter ‘Yes sir’, before Kurt stood back and swung the whip.  He put a great deal of force behind this first stroke and exulted at the sound of Anne’s squeal of pain and the sight of her body writhing with the impact.  He swung the whip again, this time the stroke left a tracery of thin red lines across Anne’s belly and Kurt laughed as she involuntarily twitched both her knees inwards before forcing her legs apart again. 

     Wonderful, this bitch is going to be great fun, I mustn’t do too much damage tonight, I want her to last all week, but watching that body move is heaven.

     As the thoughts went through his mind Kurt continued to lash Anne.  Each stroke was placed with sadistic delight to inflict the maximum pain without causing too much physical damage.  Anne’s screams were by now almost continuous as the leather strands wrapped themselves round her sensitive inner thighs, were mercilessly driven across her breasts and nipples and on several occasions brought up between her thighs to impact on her labia.  Kurt watched the tears flow and smiled triumphantly as his helpless plaything forced herself to keep her legs spread.

     She’s obeying so far, I wonder if I can make her take more?

Kurt walked behind Anne

     “Slut stick that fat arse out I want to give it twelve hard strokes.”

     The bastard, fat arse!  The anger surged through Anne, but suddenly she realised what Kurt was trying to do.

     I must be obedient, that’s what I’m here for.  I mustn’t let him get to me.  I am a slave.

     She wriggled her feet wider apart and pushed her chest forwards and down, forcing the divine globes of her rear upwards and out towards Kurt, who smiled and raised the whip again. He didn’t hesitate but used the full force of his arm to drive the leather stands across both cheeks of the superbly presented arse.  Anne screamed but Kurt gave her no respite.

     “Keep it like that you have another eleven strokes to come.”

     The whip swung again and Anne screamed even louder, if that were possible, as another series of red lines marked her beautiful rear.  She was given no time to recover, another stroke cut into her flesh just where her thighs joined her buttocks.  The resulting scream was a mixture of high pitched wailing and sobbing. 

      Kurt’s only response was to snarl, “keep that arse stuck out slut and keep your thighs spread.”

     The brutal assault continued with Anne’s screams and entreaties for pity being ignored as Kurt continued to deliver more punishment combined with exhortations to her to, “Stick that arse out or I’ll give your cunt twelve strokes as well.” 

     Finally Kurt stopped, he strode in front of the shaking, sobbing, sweat covered  slave, grasped her hair and pulled her head back until he could look into her tear filled eyes.

     “Now slut thank me for that lesson in obedience, and ask me to fuck that arse hole of yours.”

     Anne looked into the dark eyes and struggled for some semblance of control.  Her whole body felt as though it were on fire and the pain from the brutally beaten arse was almost too much to bear.  The though of Kurt’s body slamming against her rear, as her carried out his stated intention of buggering her, made her wince.  His eyes looked implacably into hers.  She forced herself to answer.

     “Thank you sir for that excellent lesson in obedience, I am sure I will remember it for some time.  Please sir this slut begs for you to fuck her arse.”

     Kurt grinned broadly at this generous show of acquiescence.

    “Put your legs together slut.”

     As Anne complied he pushed a hand between her thighs and then lifted her bodily upwards whilst he freed her wrists from the hoist cable.  Kurt grinned at her gasp of surprise at this show of strength.

     “I couldn’t be bothered to walk to the control.  Now go and lay across the padded beam, spread your legs and wait for me.”

     As Anne made her way somewhat shakily towards the beam Kurt strode over to where Emma knelt trembling.  Her eyes were closed and she was only semi conscious as she tried to cope with the pain raging through her body.  Her breasts and nipples were on fire, as was her labia, but the worst pain now was from her knees and back which had now been arched for over forty minutes in this excruciating position.  Kurt revived her by gently stroking her breasts just above the nipples.  He smiled as he eyes snapped open and she screamed in further agony.

     “Would you like to get up now slave?  Just ask nicely and I’ll take the clips off.  Then you can help me bugger slut that’s, of course, if you ask nicely.”

     Emma groaned but she knew Kurt well and managed to speak slowly and clearly.

     “Please Master this slave thanks her Master for being so lenient and for punishing her as she deserved.  If it pleases you Master please remove the clips, and this slave would be so grateful if her Master would permit her to assist him when he buggers his slut.”

     Kurt took both off the nipple clamps in his hands and watched as Emma closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. He squeezed the clamps and smiled at her desperate attempts to keep control as the blood rushed back into the tortured nubs.  Before she could react further he bent and released to clamps on her cunt lips before quickly un-clipping both her wrists and ankles.  He helped her to her feet and watched for a while as she gently stroked her tormented tits and cunt.  Anne was he noticed draped with spread legs across the beam waiting as instructed.  He took one of Emma’s arms and lead her over to the other woman.  He kicked off his boots and trousers and took off his jerkin handing them to Emma. 

     “Put them on my throne and come back here.”

     As he waited he stroked Anne’s upraised arse and smiled at the sharp intake of breath each time one of his hands touched a whip mark.  Emma returned and stood in front of him.

     “Now slave I want you to suck my cock.  Get it really wet then pull the plug from slut’s arse and guide my cock into her.  After that you can lick slut’s cunt, make her come, if you don’t you’ll suffer some more understand?”

     Emma didn’t bother with a reply, she sank into an open thighed squat in front of her Master and held his fully erect cock with one hand while licking furiously along it’s whole length.  Emma reached up with her other hand and Anne felt a hand cross the whip marks and settle around the plug buried in her rear hole.

     “Now.”

     Kurt’s command was sharp and peremptory.  Anne, who had her eyes closed, felt Emma’s hand tighten on the plug and then squealed as it was ripped from within her.  Within a second she felt the tip of Kurt’s cock pushing past her sphincter and then the air was forced from her lungs as he slammed brutally into her.  She screamed at the invasion and then screamed again as first one of his hands slammed down one her arse followed by his whole body driving her against the beam and impacting on her whip striped cheeks.  He withdrew slowly and began to thrust again, as he did so Anne felt Emma’s hands pull at her labia.  She opened her eyes and found herself looking into Emma’s eyes.  The other woman was sat on the floor between Anne’s legs and as Anne looked she raised her lips to Anne’s cunt.  Anne saw and felt Emma’s tongue lap hungrily at her cunt. 

     Kurt was revelling in the sensations produced by Anne’s tight muscle as he continued his ruthless invasion of her bowel. 

     She’s so tight, it feels so good, I’m going to fuck this one’s arse at least once every day for the rest of the week.  I think I’ll have Emma tongue us both clean after I come.  That’ll piss her off and make sure she gives Anne a hard time.

     Anne hung helplessly over the beam, her mind and senses completely overrun by what was being done to her.  Kurt’s cock drove deep into her gut while Emma’s teasing tongue licked between the lips of her cunt and finally found her clit.  As Anne watched Emma put one hand down between her own legs and began to finger her cunt.  The pain in Anne’s arse hadn’t gone away.  Each time Kurt rammed his cock deep into her she felt the fiery heat where the whip had marked her, but something had changed.  The heat was turning into arousal and she could feel the unmistakable stirring of orgasm as the cock continued to ravage her arse and Emma’s tongue, lips and teeth sucked, bit and caressed her cunt. 

     Suddenly she felt Kurt’s cock stiffen even more and he gave her arse a savage blow with one hand.  The sudden pain sent her over the edge and as her senses struggled to cope with the orgasm that raged through her body she felt Kurt withdraw his cock from her bowel and spurt his come over both her arse cheeks.  She hung week legged and trembling and watched as Kurt lowered a hand, grasped Emma by the hair and dragged her to her feet.

     “Lick my cock clean slave, then lick my come from slut’s cheeks and arsehole.”

     Kurt smiled to himself as Emma, with barely repressed reluctance, began to lick his cock.  He decided to fan the flames a bit.

“Go on slave, I know she didn’t have an enema but I want my cock completely clean now put it right in your mouth.”

     Kurt grasped Emma’s head in both hands and thrust his still stiff cock down her throat. 

     “That’s it slave lick it clean, swallow all that come and shit.  You’ll make a really good slave one day.”

     Kurt continued in this fashion for about two minutes before pulling his cock from Emma’s mouth and pushing her face towards Anne’s come spattered cheeks and ring.

     “Now lick that lot completely clean as well and then you can put Anne to bed for the night.” 

     Emma was raging internally as she began to lick Kurt’s juice from Anne’s whip marked cheeks, but she complied with her Master’s wishes even down to pushing her tongue deeply into the stretched hole of Anne’s anus.  Finally Kurt was satisfied, he grasped the hair on Anne’s head and pulled her upright before using her wrist cuffs to clip her wrists together behind her back.  He told Emma to go and fetch the leash from the table and waited while she returned.  With the leash attached he handed the loop end to Emma.

     “Right take her to her cell, you know what to do.  I think that after your recent punishment you will do just as you are told and no more, is that correct.

     “Yes Master I will obey your instructions,” Emma replied.

     She tugged at the leash and led Anne from the room and then further down the basement corridor.  Emma stopped in front of a heavy metal studded metal door with a metal barred window some 30 centimetres from the top.  She took a key from a hook on the wall next to the door, unlocked it, swung the door open and motioned with her hand that Anne was to enter in front of her.  Anne stood in the middle of the small room and took in her surroundings.  It was, literally,  a cell.  A single bunk ran the length of one wall and the bunk was fitted with various leather restraint straps.  There were several hooks at various point on the ceiling and the other walls had steel eyes fixed into them at the top and the bottom with chains attached.  Emma dragged her to the wall opposite the bunk.  She quickly lifted and clipped Anne’s wrists above her head to one of the chains before kicking Anne’s feet apart and attaching her ankles to some of the lower chains.  She then stood smiling and looking at her helpless captive for some seconds before reaching out and gently caressing both Anne’s breasts and nipples.

     “I’m going to have so much fun with you in the morning.  He’s put me in charge of your morning training session and you are going to pay for today.  You’ll be begging to lick my arse clean and your nipples will feel like they had been torn off by the time I’m finished with you.  I’ll teach you to tell tales.”

     “I’m sorry..............”

     Anne finished her sentence with a scream as Emma  brought her knee up to impact violently on Anne’s cunt.  Emma grasped Anne’s hair and pulled Anne’s head down until she was glaring straight into the other woman’s face. 

     “I didn’t tell you to talk, be quiet, I’ll tell you when I want hear from you, and then it will be to scream, understand?”

     Anne nodded weakly.  Emma released her hair and left the room leaving Anne hanging in her chains.

     Time dragged past, Anne had almost resigned herself to spending the night chained to the wall when the cell door reopened and Emma appeared carrying two stainless steel dog bowls.  One contained water and the other what looked like porridge.  Emma placed both the bowls on the floor before releasing Anne’s wrists and ankles.  She clipped Anne’s wrists together behind her back and then padlocked one of the wall chains to Anne’s collar which allowed Anne to move in a semi circle of about two metres.

     “Eat and drink, but you do it on your knees like the bitch you are.  I’ll be back in ten minutes to prepare you for sleep,” saying this Emma pushed Anne to her knees and then left the room.  Anne knelt looking at the two bowls for a minute or two.

     I suppose I’d better try and eat and drink then.  It’s obviously all I’m going to get.

She shuffled forward and bent to her head forward to try and lap up some of the ‘porridge’.  It was difficult but after several attempts she managed to position herself so that she could lap up the warm pap without getting too much on her face and nose. She was struggling with the water when Emma returned.  Emma pulled Anne’s head up by her hair and laughed at the rim of food round her lips and large dollop of it on Anne’s forehead.

     “Oh god what a messy bitch.  Here let me wash it off.”

     She forced Anne’s head down until her face was completely in the water in the dog bowl and then held her struggling captive down for about half a minute.  When Emma finally raised her head Anne was spluttering and gasping for breath, Emma smiled brightly at her.

     “That’s better not such a mucky little bitch now are we.  Lets see if you want to pee.”

     She went out from the room for a moment and returned with a metal bucket.

     “There you are slut get on with it.  This is all you get to pee into so let’s see you piss.”

     Anne was horrified she’d promised Greg to obey but this was too much.  Emma could sense Anne’s resistance building, she raised a warning hand. 

     “If you want to be hung by your ankles, and left until you piss, just carry on and resist.  Remember the rules are, no safewords, no limits, no permanent physical damage, and this is just a test of your obedience.  Now slut, piss in the bucket.”

     The words had the desired effect.  Anne squatted above the bucket and Emma smiled at the brick red embarrassed face of her charge as she pissed as instructed.  When Anne was finished Emma handed her a roll of toilet paper and told her to clean herself and put the paper in the bucket.  Emma unlocked the chain from Anne’s collar.

     “Right now let’s get you to bed.  Lay on the bunk on your front.”

     Emma stood back and watched as Anne lay on the bunk.  She attached a chain from the head of the bunk to Anne’s collar, locking it into place with a padlock.  Anne’s wrists were then unclipped and Emma told her to rollover onto her back.  Her wrists were then attached together and connected by a short chain to another ring on her collar.  Two more chains were then attached to her ankle straps.  The whole arrangement allowed her to roll on either side but not get off the bunk or as Emma gleefully informed her, not play with her wet little cunt.  As she said this Emma pushed an exploratory finger between Anne’s pussy lips and then held up her wet finger in mute confirmation of her earlier statement.  Emma wiped her finger through Anne’s hair, kissed her on the lips and left the cell switching the light off as she went.  As the door closed Anne heard Emma’s parting words.

     “Don’t worry darling I’m going to have so much fun with you in the morning.”

 

Tuesday

 

     Anne struggled to wake. Her night had been restless, punctuated with erotic dreams that had been left unsatisfied. Emma’s amused comment of the previous evening had been borne out. The chains linking Anne’s wrists to her collar had prevented her from masturbating to orgasm.  It was the same Emma who was now shrieking at Anne to wake as she undid the chains securing Anne to the wall and her bunk.  With the chains undone Emma grasped Anne viciously by the hair and dragged her from the cell and led her along the cellar corridor.  At first Anne had thought they were heading for the Dungeon where she had been whipped on the Monday but they went past that door and stopped before another heavy wooden door.  Emma released her grip on Anne’s hair to open the door, but the respite was short lived, with the door open Emma again grasped Anne’s hair and tugged her into the room.

     Anne’s bare feet registered the cold tiles of the floor, and then having towed her to the centre of the room Emma released her hair and Anne was allowed a brief moment to take in her surroundings. The room was about five metres square and tiled from floor to ceiling.  She had time to take in the sight of a large hose reel on one wall and had noted various hooks and attachment points on both the ceiling walls and floors when Emma approached carrying a small stool. Emma placed the stool on the floor immediately in front of Anne and stood on it.  She used a key to undo padlock on Anne’s collar which secured to the chain connecting Anne’s wrists to her collar.  Emma held the chain and pulled it upwards forcing Anne’s arms above her head.

     “Higher slut, stand on tip toe.”

     Anne did as she was commanded, looking upwards at the same time she saw that Emma was forcing a link of the chain over a hook attached to cable which led to an electric hoist mounted on the ceiling.  With Anne’s arms secured above her head Emma stood down from the stool and went to a cupboard set into one wall of the room.  As she returned she pushed a control button on the wall which activated the hoist and raised Anne even more onto her toes. A few moments later Emma put a steel spreader bar and four clover clamps each with a heavy weight attached onto the stool.  Anne’s heart fell, it was obvious what the clamps were for and her nipples and pussy were still sore from the efforts of the previous day.  Emma smiled at her.  It wasn’t a pleasant smile, more of a sneer.

     “Right slut, welcome to the ‘Wash Room’ this is where we give dirty little sluts a thorough cleaning and begin their day’s training.  Spread your legs.”

     Anne was already stretched and the effect of spreading her legs to accommodate the leg spreader forced her to rise up even further on her toes.  She heard the click of the two clips attaching her ankles to the bar and looked down as she felt Emma’s hands caress the inside of her thighs.  In spite of all her worries about this room and her nervous distrust of Emma Anne soon found herself aroused as the skilled hands of the young lesbian stroked and caressed the smooth sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

     Emma ,who was naked apart from her bondage straps, began to push herself against Anne.  She ground her breasts against Anne’s belly and breasts while kneading Anne’s buttocks and thighs with her hands.  Emma pushed one of her thighs up and ground it against Anne’s pussy.  Anne began to respond to this lascivious treatment, her mouth opened and she began to gasp and pant as the hands roved her body and the smooth thigh ground into her sex.  Emma pulled Anne’s head down and locked her lips onto Anne’s mouth, her tongue pushed against Anne’s teeth.  At first Anne resisted this but Emma’s hands slid between their bodies to cup Anne’s breasts, Anne felt Emma’s fingers and thumbs grasp and begin to squeeze her nipples.

     “Open your mouth slut, or I’ll make you scream and you’ll let me in anyway,” Emma had moved her mouth to Anne’s right ear and breathed the threat gently.

     Anne decided that resistance was pointless and opened her mouth to the questing invader.  Soon her own tongue was twining with Emma’s and the smooth skin of Emma’s thigh still ground sensuously against Anne’s cunt.  Suddenly Emma stepped back.

     “Right that’s enough, it’s time you paid for yesterday and I gave your filthy body a good wash.  I want you to know what it’s like to feel as though your nipples and pussy lips are being torn off so I’ll fit you with these before we start.”

     Anne opened her mouth to speak but Emma slapped her face.

     “Silence, the only thing I want to hear is you screaming your pretty little head off.  If you beg really convincingly after I’ve washed and dried you I might let you pleasure me with that tongue and your fingers but before that you are going to suffer.”

     Emma held up two of the weighted clamps and Anne watched with grim resignation as Emma opened the jaws of one set and settled it onto her right nipple.  She shrieked as the jaws bit the already tender nubbin and then screamed even more loudly as Emma let the weight drop suddenly.  The second clamp produced the same agonising sensations and Anne tried desperately to stop writhing with the pain and thus making it worse.  Worse was, however, about to happen as a smiling Emma knelt between Anne’s thighs and held up another clamp.

     “It’s time to torture a cunt, I hope your tits hurt, mine did yesterday, so did my pussy now it’s your turn.”

     The jaws of the clamp were pushed over Anne’s right labia and then released suddenly, at the same time Emma also released the weight and then roared with laughter as Anne screamed and writhed in pain.  The second clamp was attached in the same manner and Emma stood back to watch her agonised charge try to control her reactions and stop any movement that might make the weights swing and pull at her tortured flesh.  Finally Anne succeeded and stood breathing slowly and carefully.  Emma walked away to the wall.  She removed the hose from it’s reel and dragged it across the room until she was stood in front of Anne but some two metres away.

     “Now slut it’s time for your wash.  I’m sure you need it after all that hot sweaty whipping and arse fucking of yesterday.”

     Emma twisted the hose nozzle and a high pressure jet of cold water splashed off Anne’s stomach causing her to move backward involuntarily and move the weights.  She screamed in pain but worse was to come.  Emma played the jet across Anne’s breasts, playfully using it to rock the weights and clips.  Anne’s screams were now almost continuous and Emma had a broad smile on her face as she continued to hose down her hapless plaything.

     Oh god this is agony, my nipples’ feel like they’re being torn off and that water is so cold.  Anne could only hang from her bonds and take whatever punishment her pretty torturer could devise and Anne suspected that there was worse to come.

     This surmise was proved right a few seconds later when Emma dragged the hose behind Anne.  Anne dared not to turn to see what was coming, it would move the evil weights too much she could only wait and dread the next brutal step in her torture.  It wasn’t long coming, she heard Emma chuckle and say,

“That arse of yours needs to be given a thorough clean after all I only used my tongue and this is much more effective.”

     Anne felt the jet of water play across the back of her thighs slowly working up until she screamed in shock as it brutally pushed the weights and clamps on her labia.  Emma pushed the nozzle of the hose between the cheeks of Anne’s buttocks before returning her attentions to the weights hanging from the tortured lips.  Anne was, as Emma had promised, screaming continuously and Emma showed no pity for a further two or three minutes.  Suddenly the hose was switched off and Emma stood in front of the pitiful, shivering form of her captive.  She smiled brightly at Anne.

     “Would you like me to remove the clamps and warm you up?”

     Warm me up, I wonder what that means, but I can’t take much more of that hose.  Such was the pain from her breasts and labia that Anne found it difficult to think but she couldn’t imagine that being warmed up was worse than the pain she was enduring at this moment.

     “Please take of the clamps and warm me up Mistress.  I’ll do whatever you tell me.”

     “Whatever I tell you.  Does that include using your tongue and fingers to pleasure me.  Let me hear you beg to lick my cunt and arse.”

     Emma stood in front of Anne, her head was tilted slightly to one side and she had a quizzical smile on her face as she looked at the other slave. 

     I wonder if she’s really ready to do as she’s told.  I’ll think I’ll up the stakes.

     “Oh and that warming up is going to be my pissing all over you, and you are going to ask to drink some of it.  Are you ready to beg yet slut?”

     As she said this Emma turned on the hose again and directed the jet up between Anne’s thighs causing the weights and clamps to swing violently before she played the jet once again across the tormented nipples.  Anne’s screams were almost deafening but Emma had to turn off the water in order to hear the croaked plea for mercy from her almost unconscious captive.  

     “Please, please, stop.  I’ll do it whatever you want but please stop and take off the clamps.”

     “Say it slut, beg I want to hear you beg to lick my cunt and arse and drink my piss.  Beg or the hose goes on again.”

     Anne moaned pitifully but then forced herself to repeat the words.

     “Please Mistress, this slut begs to be allowed to pleasure you.  Please let me lick your cunt, tongue your arse and drink your piss.  Please Mistress let me.”

     “Let’s hear that again with a bit more feeling.  Make me believe you really want to please me.”

     Anne moaned and closed her eyes for several seconds.  When she reopened them she looked pleadingly at Emma.

     “Please Mistress, please, I beg you let this slut have the honour of licking your cunt and your arse, let me clean your arse if you wish, and please give me the pleasure of drinking your piss.  I am a slut and exist only to please.”

     Emma stood looking at Anne.  She grinned at her captive and raised the hose threateningly towards her captive.  The look of total panic on Anne’s face made her roar with laughter before she put down the hose and stepped forward.  She kissed Anne on the lips.

     “Ready slut this is going to hurt, you can scream into my mouth.”

     Emma’s mouth clamped to Anne’s and Anne gasped in pain as Emma’s hands gripped the clamps on her nipples.  The gasp turned into a scream as Emma opened the jaws and the blood returned.  Anne continued to scream into Emma’s open mouth as the other woman moved her hands down and the clamps were removed from her labia.  Emma continued to kiss Anne for quite some time before stepping back.  She walked quickly to the wall and pressed the hoist control.  Anne felt the cable slacken and moaned softly as the pressure came off her shoulders and she was able to stand with her feet flat on the floor.  Emma returned, she unclipped Anne’s wrists and told her to kneel on the floor.  Once Anne was kneeling Emma instructed her to grasp her ankles and arch her back until she was looking straight up to the ceiling.

     Emma stood looking at her submissive captive for quite some time.  She thought that Anne’s body was superb and the sight of it straining to hold the arched position was a powerful turn on.

     I’m going to enjoy this one in the bedroom I think she’s just about ready now but let’s just see if she’s prepared to be really obedient.

     Emma straddled Anne’s kneeling form, her pussy was just a few centimetres from the face of her captive as she pulled open her labia and let a stream of urine fall on Anne’s forehead before playing down onto Anne’s lips.

     “Open your mouth slut, drink it.”

     Anne opened her mouth and Emma directed a stream of urine at the back of Anne’s throat, almost choking the other woman, but Anne managed to swallow and kept her mouth open until Emma moved the golden stream down over Anne’s breasts.  It was a full thirty seconds before the flow stopped and Emma looked down at Anne.

     “Open your eyes slut, look at me.”

     Anne’s eyes opened and she gazed up past Emma’s still dripping pussy.  Emma smiled at her.

     “Good.  Now I want you to thank me for allowing you to drink my piss and I want you to beg to lick my pussy clean.  After that I’ll wash you down and dry you.”

     Anne, this time, needed no further encouragement.  She had decided that absolute obedience was the only way to placate Emma.

     “Thank you Mistress for giving me the pleasure of drinking your piss.  It would be a great honour if you would permit me to clean your sweet pussy with my tongue.”

     Emma raised her eyebrows.

     “Sweet pussy is it slut.  You’re learning,” she threw her head back and laughed. “Now then slut clean this sweet pussy,” she thrust her labia against Anne’s mouth and ground her pelvis onto the other woman’s face.

     Anne dutifully licked the full length of Emma’s pussy, having already swallowed several mouthfuls of the other woman’s urine she found that she had become accustomed to it’s taste.  While she couldn’t honestly say that she ‘enjoyed’ her role as cleaner she did find the humiliation and her absolute subservience to Emma’s will was causing her to become more and more aroused. She slid a hand down between her thighs and whilst still dutifully licking and sucking Emma’s increasingly wet pussy she began to finger her own wet sex.  Emma held Anne’s head firmly, both hands twined in her hair as she ground her sex on Anne’s face.  Suddenly her grip tightened even more and Anne heard a shriek of pleasure.  About a half minute passed and Emma relaxed her grip she pushed Anne’s head back And looked down at her charge.  She noticed the hand buried between Anne’s thighs and smiled.

     “So licking cunt is starting to turn you on is it slut?  You had to play with yourself did you?  Well it’s too bad you didn’t come because it’s time to clean you up and get you ready for the day.  Stand up.”

     Anne, who’s feet were still spread by the spreader struggled to rise and Emma assisted her to her feet by grasping both of Anne’s breasts and pulling her upwards ignoring Anne’s feeble protestations as she did so.  Anne’s wrists were once again clipped to the hoist cable and she was hauled back up until she was teetering on her toes.  Emma raised the hose and smiled wickedly.

     “It’s shower time again slut.  Let’s just make sure that you forget those randy feelings you just had.”

     The icy jet struck Anne on her labia and such was the force of the blast that the cold water permeated the inside of her pussy.  She screamed with shock at this invasion.  Emma smiled gleefully and moved the hose slowly upwards until she was playing the jet from one breast to the other.  She moved it even further up and sprayed Anne’s face before walking behind her shivering victim and hosing down her back and the back of her legs.  Finally Emma seemed to be satisfied, she turned off the jet and returned the hose to the hose reel.  Anne shivered as she watched her tormentor approach.  Emma strutted sexily towards Anne, she was carrying a multi stranded flogger and smiled at her trembling captive.  She reached out a hand and smoothed over the wet skin of Anne’s stomach.

     “Oh dear are we cold slut, goose bumps is it.  Never mind I’ve got just the thing to warm you up and dry you off.”

     She held the flogger up to Anne’s lips.

     “Kiss it slut.  Then I’ll let it kiss you.  Come on don’t keep me waiting or I’ll hose you down again and leave you hanging to dry.”

     The thought of another dose of the hose and then being left to shiver resigned Anne to the coming flogging, she kissed the soft leather as instructed until Emma took it away from her mouth.  Emma walked behind Anne, raised the flogger and brought down with all the force she could muster across Anne’s shoulders.  She felt a wave of exultation sweep through her as she saw Anne’s defenceless body rock with the impact.  Giving her plaything no time to recover she struck a series of blows across shoulders and back before moving on to deliver six merciless strokes to the almost perfect globes of Anne’s rear.  Anne’s whole back was now a bright shade of pink and Emma finished the effect with another series of blows to the back of Anne’s thighs.

     Anne was writhing and shrieking.  Each stroke seemed to be heavier than the last and she thought the skin was being flayed from her body.  Emma walked to stand in front of her.  She stood holding the flogger and smiling. 

     “That’s drying you off and warming you up nicely isn’t it slut.  It’s a bit of a shame that as the whip gets wet it gets heavier and hurts more, but as they say  ‘no pain no gain’.  Let’s do your front now shall we.  Tits first or pussy?  Your choice.”

     At first Anne couldn’t understand what had been said, she just gazed at Emma and blinked back the tears.  Emma raised the whip.

     “Come on slut.  Cat got your tongue?  Tits or cunt what’s it to be?”

     Anne shook her head almost in disbelief.

     She wants me to tell her where to whip me next!  She felt the anger growing within her and struggled to control it.

     Don’t be stupid she’s trying to provoke you, and you can’t win.  Make a choice. 

She forced herself to speak.

     “Please whip my tits first Mistress.”

     Emma had been intently watching Anne’s face and had thoroughly enjoyed the obvious signs of her victim’s internal struggle, she rejoiced silently at Anne’s capitulation and raised the whip again.  The stroke slashed across both breasts hitting both nipples, the impact of the water soaked leather flattening the two succulent mounds.  Anne screamed and Emma smiled before unleashing another stroke to the now reddened breasts.  She did not stop this time until she had delivered another four strokes the quivering, defenceless globes and then moved her attentions to Anne’s stomach, thighs and finally her pussy.

     Emma had to remind herself to soften the blows now.  The whip was wet and heavy and although she was enjoying every second of Anne’s suffering she didn’t want to damage her charge and by doing so incur Kurt’s anger.  She brought the whip up sharply between Anne’s thighs and smiled at the screech of pain.  Anne was gasping for breath and trembling as Emma brought the whip upwards again.  The heavy wet strands slashed at the sensitive flesh and forced another agonised wail from Anne.

     “Slut look at me.  Two more then I’ll let you down.”

     Anne raised her head and blinked back the tears, Emma was smiling at her and as she watched Emma brought the whip up.  Emma deliberately pulled the stroke and laughed at Anne’s involuntary movements to avoid the non existent pain.

     “This time slut?  You don’t know do you?”

     The whip slashed upwards again but Emma once again pulled the blow.  As Anne relaxed Emma struck twice both blows landing on already sore and puffy labia.  Emma grinned at her tormented captive.

     “Ok slut it’s time to see how willing you are to please another woman.”

     Five minutes later Anne stood in Emma’s bedroom.  She was facing a full length mirror and Emma stood behind her.  Anne, could feel the effects of the whipping all over her body but was pleasantly surprised to see that apart from a rosy hue her skin was unbroken and unmarked.  Emma moved to stand behind Anne.  Anne felt Emma’s hands caress the outside of her thighs and then move slowly upwards.  The smooth palms moved across the gentle curve of her belly before cupping and gently holding her breasts.  At the same time Emma began to gently kiss Anne’s shoulders  and neck, her lips nuzzling Anne’s ears.  A thigh was thrust between Anne’s thighs and Emma slowly brought it up, allowing the soft skin of their thighs to touch and caress.  Anne watched in the mirror as the thigh finally reached the apex of her own thighs and rested there. 

     Emma’s fingers gently toyed with Anne’s nipples and Anne felt the nipples stiffen.  A tongue traced it’s way down her neck to her shoulder and Anne heard Emma breath the words.

     “Is this alright with you then lover.  Would you like to kiss me?”

     The thigh slowly traced it’s way back down Anne’s legs and she turned to face her one time tormentor.  Emma smiled up at her before closing her eyes and opening her mouth.  Anne watched Emma’s tongue trace itself across the ruby lips and she had no problem with bending slightly and planting her half open lips on those of Emma.  There was s sigh from both women and Anne let her hands roam across Emma’s back as she twined her tongue with that of her former torturer.  She caressed the cheeks of Emma’s behind while still returning the passionate kiss.

     After a few more seconds both women paused for breath.  Emma took Anne’s hands in hers and pulled her towards the bed.  They collapsed on it, their mouths joined again and each pair of hands frantically roamed the body of their partner.  Anne gasped in pleasure as Emma’s fingers penetrated her sex, first just a finger then two slid into her and she opened her thighs wider to assist their passage.  Anne began to suck and lick Emma’s nipples as the fingers sent waves of pleasure radiating from between her thighs.  It came as a shock to her when she realised just how close she was to coming and just how much she was enjoying Emma’s ministrations.  Suddenly Emma slid down Anne’s body and placed her head between Anne’s thighs.  The two fingers were joined by a third and then Emma’s tongue traced a slow and teasing passage up the spread labia until it probed at Anne’s clitoris.  Anne moaned with pleasure and closed her thighs on Emma’s head.

     Oh my god I’m coming.

     Even as the thought crossed her mind she cried out in absolute ecstasy and her thighs tightened around Emma’s head.  Emma waited until Anne relaxed her grip and then raised her head.  She smiled up from between Anne’s thighs, her face covered in the juices released by Anne’s orgasm.

     “I think you are learning to like this, and I think it’s my turn.”

     Anne smiled back at her.

     “You may be right.  What would you like me to do?”

     “I’d think you should fuck me with a strap on, there’s one in that drawer over there,” Emma pointed to a chest of drawers.

     Anne got up and went across the room to it.  She pulled open the drawer and gazed at the collection of sex toys revealed inside of it.  At first she couldn’t make out the different items but after a few seconds she found a large double ended dildo with a harness and took it from the drawer.  She turned to face Emma.  The other woman was laying on the bed her legs spread wide and was vigorously fingering her pussy while watching Anne.

     “That’s the one, now hurry, put it on, then come and fuck me hard.”

     Anne looked at the dildo, and then put one end of it to her lips.  She licked it slowly a carefully before sliding the now glistening plastic between the her labia until the leather of the harness rested against her mound.  Emma called to her once more.

     “Slut hurry up.  I want you here now.”

     Anne was fastening the straps of the harness and glanced over at the bed and it’s occupant.  Emma had bent her legs at the knees and arched her back, she had at least three of the fingers of one hand buried deep inside her pussy and a finger from her other hand pushed into the rosebud of her anus. Anne finished tightening the straps and moved towards the bed.  Each movement of the large false cock on the outside caused a corresponding movement internally and she felt the stirring of pleasure deep inside.  She knelt on the bed between Emma’s heaving thighs, steading the massive plastic cock with one hand she moved forward until the tip touched Emma’s frantically pumping hand.

     “You’re going to have to move that if you want this.”

     Emma’s eyes opened.  She pulled her hand from her cunt, grabbed the slick plastic of the dildo and pulled it, and Anne, towards her.  It touched the lips of her cunt and she cried out.

     “Now stick it in there, go on slut, fuck me and yourself.”

     Anne moved further forward between Emma’s thighs.  She felt the smooth skin of the inside of Emma’s thighs rub against the outside of her own and thrust gently forward with the plastic prong.  It jutted obscenely from her own pussy and now she thrust it deeply into Emma.  The other woman moaned and thrust herself upwards, impaling herself deeply on the dildo and thrusting it back into Anne’s own cunt.  The two women gasped at the sensation and began to thrust against each other.  Anne reached down with both hands and grasped the cheeks of Emma’s arse pulling her upwards and forwards, forcing a scream of pleasure/pain from her lips.  Emma reached up with her hands, she locked them together at the back of Anne’s neck, hauling herself upright she forced Anne to sit back on her heels.  Emma squatted above the plastic cock and proceeded to ride it and Anne.  She pressed her body against that of her former torture toy and clamped her lips firmly upon Anne’s lips.  The two thrust against each other breast to breast, mouth to mouth, tongues dancing in a sensuous duel to match the thrusting of hips where they were joined by the plastic phallus.  Suddenly Emma threw her head back.

     “Oh fuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh fuck.”

     The last words were uttered in a falsetto scream which was silenced as Anne pushed her lips against Emma’s again and screamed her own orgasm into Emma’s mouth.  The two of them hung together, panting, for over a minute before Emma opened her eyes and smiled.

     “Did you like that slut?  Was it good to fuck another woman?

     Anne arched her back, brushing her nipples against Emma’s, she smiled.

     “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it, the only thing wrong with a plastic cock is that it doesn’t actually come.  I missed the feel of a nice big jet of sperm inside me.”

     Emma laughed and began to slide herself off the dildo.

     “Well I have just the thing for you then.  You are going to be the star of the show this afternoon.  A one woman ‘cock pit’ just you, your three holes, six men, oh and me to supervise.”

     Anne looked at Emma in blank amazement.

     “What?”

     “This afternoon, darling slut, you are going to be the one woman entertainment at a gang bang come bukkake party.  You’ll have all the spunk you could wish for.”

     Anne knelt facing Emma trying to take in what she had just been told.

     Six men and her with me as a sex toy.  No, I knew they were going to whip and torture me, I knew I would have to learn about lesbian sex, but a gang bang!  No I’m not going to do it.”

     She started to speak but Emma pushed her hand against her lips.

     “Slut don’t say it, don’t be stupid, you’ve made a good start today don’t let yourself be tortured into doing this, just accept it and enjoy it.  I know that you enjoy more than one cock at a time, I’ve seen that video, remember.  It was three in one go wasn’t it?”

     Anne took a deep breath and thought hard.

     She’s right I suppose, Kurt will just torture me until I agree so I might as well volunteer.

     “Ok, can you explain it a bit more.  I’ll do it but I’d like to know more like who are these men and will there be condoms and everything?”

     “Lay down on the bed and I’ll talk you through it.”

     The two women lay face to face on the bed and Emma explained the event that Kurt had planned for Anne and Emma that afternoon.  Anne listened as Emma told her that all of the men were porn stars with recent aids and std tests.  She would have to accept uncovered oral sex, but they would wear condoms when using her anus or vagina.  As long as she obeyed Emma’s instructions and showed a spirit of clear enjoyment in the scene all would be well.  If she disobeyed or appeared reluctant Emma would tell Kurt and he would torture Anne and make her do the whole scene again.  Anne finally agreed and both women went to the bathroom for a shower.

     It was three o’clock that afternoon when Emma led Anne from the bedroom downstairs to Kurt’s office.  They had spent nearly three hours bathing and preparing Anne for her ‘performance’ she had pleasured Emma a further two times, once in the shower with her tongue and another time with her fingers as Emma lay on the bed.  They had also discussed how to start the afternoon and as a result Anne was now dressed in Emma’s words ‘to make six cocks stand to attention’.  She no longer wore her bondage straps apart from her collar. Instead a wrap round bolero top covered her breasts but left her midriff bare, a loose pleated skirt that ended just above the knee and flared round her hips as she walked.  Under that she wore a lacy dark red matching bra and thong with dark red matching hold up stockings.  Her anus was stretched with a large butt plug.  Emma had smiled as she fitted it and said, ‘just to get you into the spirit of things’.  A pair of shiny Burgundy coloured ten centimetre stiletto heels completed the outfit. 

     They stopped outside Kurt’s office and Emma knocked.  They heard the Kurt’s voice tell them to enter.  Emma walked in first followed by Anne.  Kurt was sat behind his desk, Emma approached it until she was about a metre away and sank to her knees with her hands behind her back clutching her elbows.  Anne noticed that Emma had also spread her thighs as she knelt and quickly followed to kneel beside the other slave.  Kurt sat behind the desk looking at them for some time before he spoke. 

     “Slut stand let me see you.”

     Anne rose to her feet, spread her legs wide and waited.

     “Lift your skirt slut.”

     She released her grip on her elbows brought her hands to her front and raised the skirt until she was displaying her stockinged thighs and lace covered sex to for Kurt’s approval.  He nodded. 

     “Turn round, bend, lift your skirt over your back and hold your ankles.”

     Anne turned as directed to face away from the desk, she bending forward she grasped the hem of her skirt at each side folding it up and over her back before reaching down to grasp an ankle with each hand.  Kurt sat for a while looking at the delightful split peach of Anne’s arse.  The base of the plug was bisected by the thin fabric strip of the thong but Kurt could see how well the plug stretched her anal opening   Kurt looked at Emma at Emma who knelt by Anne’s side clad in a lacy leotard and nodded his head approvingly.  He rose and walked round the desk.  His right hand slowly caressed first one then the other of the so beautifully presented cheeks before he reached down and pulled Emma’s head back by the hair.

     “I can see that you have learned your lesson.  You haven’t marked her.  Did slut behave?”

     Emma looked into the glacial stare that always seemed to emanate from Kurt’s eyes.

     “Slut has done everything she was asked to do Master.”

     “Did slut make you come.  Did slut use her tongue on that hot little slit of yours?  Well slave did slut suck your cunt, did slut make you come, and how many times?”

     As he was saying this Kurt continued to stroke Anne’s cheeks and his hand slowly slid between her thighs.  She could feel herself becoming hot between her legs and the conversation was only adding to that arousal.  Emma replied to her Master’s questioning.

     “Yes Master, slut licked me and slut made me come three times.  Slut was very willing, I think slut is learning to behave.”

     “Good I glad to see that you are as well.  Does slut know what slut is to do this afternoon?”

     “Yes Master slut knows.”

     Kurt’s hand was by now gently stroking Anne’s inner thighs.  He stopped and slowly brushed it across her buttocks, up her back and grasped her hair.  Anne felt her head being pulled up and looked into Kurt’s face trying to avoid contact with his dark penetrating eyes, but he forced her to look him in the eye.

     “Slut you will be a totally wanton slut this afternoon, you will entertain my guests to their complete satisfaction.  Any complaint about your behaviour from one of the guests or Emma and I’ll have you screaming the place down.  Is that clear?”

     Anne flinched quite visibly before his relentless gaze but managed to reply clearly.

     “Yes Sir I understand.”

     “Good, now both of you go, the guests are waiting in the lounge.”

     The two women left Kurt’s office.  As they approached the door to the lounge Emma stopped and turned to face Anne.

     “Ok, I’ll go in first and announce you, when you hear the music come in and then  it’s all up to you.  You heard what Master Kurt said so don’t go getting this wrong or you’ll spend a long time screaming.”

     Anne just nodded her head.  Emma looked at her for a moment, kissed her on the cheek and walked into the room, Anne listened to the whistles and catcalls from the waiting men.  About half a minute passed and then Anne heard the music start.  It was loud and raunchy with a heavy disco beat, she swallowed nervously, pushed on the partially open door, and stepped into the room.  A chorus of wolf whistles followed by a cry of ‘get ‘em off’ greeted her entrance.  She stopped for a moment to take stock.  The furniture in the room, two large settees and two big arm chairs, had been pulled back and arranged in a semi circle.  The six men, all in their late twenties or early thirties sat grinning at her.  Emma was perched on the arm of one of the settees, she smiled at Anne who walked forward slowly swaying her hips to the beat.

     Here I go, it can’t be that hard, this lot look ready to tear my clothes off anyway so I don’t have to be too clever about it.

     She stopped at the mouth of the semi circle and began to move her hips faster jerking her pelvis back and forth towards her audience.  Bending forward from the waist she slow ly slid her hands down her thighs caressing each thigh whilst holding her head up and looking at the six men.  The blouse fell away from her breasts and she could see them looking at the twin globes so nearly displayed.  Slowly she began to raise her torso up again, as she did so she dragged her skirt up her stockinged thighs until she held it bunched around her waist with her legs and lace covered mound completely on display.  She ground her hips to the beat before making a turn to face away from them and display the back of her legs and the twin globes of her buttocks split by the narrow band of her thong.  The heady sensuality of the music combined with the shouts of encouragement from her audience had started to arouse her. 

     As they called she released her skirt and put her hands behind her back to the clasp of the top.  She undid the clasp and still facing away from them pulled the fabric  out and away from her body whilst gyrating her hips and causing the skirt to fly up round her waist.  Still holding the ends of the top she spun round to face them and then danced forward swaying from side to side.  One of the men tried to grab the edge of the top but she swayed back and then suddenly bent forward pulling the thin neck piece over her head in one swift movement.  She stood displaying her bra covered breasts to all and threw the top to one of the men before dancing back and dropping to the floor.  Anne had seen two or three strip tease performances in her life and was making it up as she went along but, so far so good she thought.  She lay on the floor spread her legs wide bent them at the knee until her shoes were flat on the floor and thrust up with her pelvis.  There was a roar of applause from the watching men as she made a  few more graphic thrusts into the air with her pelvis before lowering herself and bringing first one then the other leg up, holding her ankles and spreading her legs wide, with her thighs crushing her breasts.

     There were more cries of ‘strip’ get ‘em off’ and whistles.  She could see that some of them had opened their flies and were stroking themselves.  That gave her a huge boost, she suddenly felt totally aroused and wanted those cocks.  Turning over onto her front she arched her back completely until she was staring backwards and upside down at her audience.  She then fell forward again, pushed herself upright and began to dance towards the men.  As she did so she put one hand up and unclipped the centre clip of the front fastened bra, she raised the other hand and cupped her lace covered breasts, holding the bra in place while she made eye contact with each of her by now rapt audience.  Slowly and sensuously she rose to her full height, ran her tongue across carmine coloured lips and pulled the bra away from her body.  She had already picked the person who was to receive the bra.  He had dark hair and dark brooding eyes, his cock was in his hand. She trailed the bra the full length of his cock and torso before draping it over his head and then moved back quickly as he tried to grab her.

     Anne swirled her hips again and the skirt flared out.  She reached down to her side and felt for the catch of the skirt, the onlookers roared, Off, Off, Off.  She smiled at them and ran her tongue over her lips agin.  The catch came apart and she whirled round letting the skirt slide down her legs before stepping out of it and kicking it high into the air.  Most of the men were standing now, three of them were taking their clothes off as they watched her hook her thumbs into the waist band of the thong.  She looked straight at them and then turned and stuck the twin globes of her rear out towards them as she sensuously wriggled the thong down over her thighs.  She covered her shaven pussy with one hand, turned stepped out of the thong and then strutted across to where Emma was sitting.  Anne spread her legs, removed her hand from her pussy and held it out to Emma.  The other woman smiled at her, brought out a large vibrator from where she had been concealing it and handed it to Anne who took it.  She stepped back away from the male hands that had been trying to  caress her body.

     “Not yet boys.  There’s plenty of time.  I want to play with this first then I’ll play with you,” she smiled and licked her lips before lasciviously licking the vibrator.

     Anne was now so hot that as she spread her legs wide and fell to her knees she drove the vibrator deep into her dripping pussy.  She moaned in relief and began to fuck herself violently.  It took about six thrusts and she screamed her orgasm aloud.  Seconds later she raised her head and looked at the men.

     “Come on then what are you waiting for, I need a cock now.  In fact I need lot’s of cock.”

     They needed no further invitation, male hands grasped her under the arms and hauled her upright.  She was propelled forward and down onto her knees on the settee straddling one of their number.  He grasped the cheeks of her arse, lifted her slightly, and then forced her down onto his raging erection.  She had barely time to adjust to that when she felt a hand pull at the butt plug.  There was a loud ‘plop’ as it came free from her anal ring and she gasped with shook and delight as another cock drove deep into her.  Another man stood up on the settee.  He sat on the back of it with his thighs framing the shoulders of the man who was vigorously ramming her cunt. She felt her head being pushed forward and opened her mouth to admit the cock of the man on the settee back.

     Three cocks together, god that’s good.”

     She sucked and licked at the cock in her mouth while trying to time her thrusts with the other two cocks buried deep in her cunt and arse.  Two more men were standing behind the settee at each side of the one fucking her mouth.  They were wanking  furiously, she rested her forearms on the back of the settee and reached over to take a cock in each hand.

     I wonder if I can get them all to cream at the same time?  the thought send a shaft of lust filled pleasure through her and her body shook with another orgasm.

     The men fucking her did not relent, in fact because her body was being shaken so violently by their combined thrusts into her holes they hadn’t noticed her orgasm.  The man fucking her mouth moaned in pleasure and thrust his cock further down her throat before pulling it out, showering her face with the remainder of his cum and then wiping his cock in her hair..  His place was immediately taken by the sixth member of the group who had until then been stood watching and wanking.  The two standing to each side of her took their cocks from her hands and wanked furiously to a climax.  Anne felt the hot sperm hitting both her cheeks simultaneously just as she felt both members filling her lower holes stiffen even more and hot spunk boiled  simultaneously in her cunt and arse.  Another orgasm rocked her body as the man filling her mouth jetted his load into her mouth.

     Anne moaned as both men withdrew from her.  Emma stood up.  She quickly removed both condoms from the men who had been fucking Anne’s lower holes.

Taking Anne’s hair in one hand she pulled her hair back.

     “Hold it there,” she commanded.

     Emma held the tips of both condoms between the finger and thumb of one hand with the open ends dangling over Anne’s face.

     “Mouth open slut, stick your tongue out” Anne opened her mouth and held out her tongue as Emma used the finger and thumb of the other hand to squeeze the cum from both condoms onto Anne’s tongue, face and lips.

     There was a brief period of respite.  Anne stood up and looked at herself in the large wall mirror.  She could see trances of sperm in her hair, her face was spattered as were her breasts.  Hands came from behind her and cupped her breasts, she arched her back and rubbed herself against the body behind her, she could feel the hardness of a cock against her lower back.  Fingers tweaked her nipples she closed her eyes and moaned.

     “I want to fuck your arse now slut,” a voice whispered in her ear.

     Her only response was to moan with pleasure as she felt two fingers penetrate her dripping cunt.  A man slid to the floor on his back and lay between her feet.  He reached up and pulled her down to her knees.  The fingers were removed and with one practised thrust he buried the full length of his cock deep in her cunt.  Her moans of pleasure were roughly gagged as another cock pushed it’s way past her lips and teeth to fill her mouth.  The man filling her mouth knelt and pulled her forward as she did this she felt a cock push at the ring of her arse and then gasped round the cock in her mouth as the other was thrust deep into her bowel.

     Emma watched Anne perform, one of the men not currently fucking Anne slid his hand along Emma’s thigh, but she pushed it away firmly.

     “I’m not available, but don’t worry she’ll be ready for more soon.  She likes foursomes.”

     Emma thought about the video she had seen of Anne being used by Greg and two of his friends.  The thought of pleasuring three men at the same time revolted her but she had to admit that Anne was performing like a trouper.  As she watched the man fucking Anne’s arse pulled his cock out, pulled off the condom and sprayed his cream all over the brunette’s gleaming buttocks.  He rubbed it into her skin with his hand and then wiped his fingers through her hair.  Anne did not pause, the cock buried deep in her cunt and the other in her mouth were pushing her towards another nerve and body wracking orgasm, her mind was clouded with a red haze of lust and as the man fucking her mouth pulled out and sprayed her face with yet more spunk she screamed.

     “Oh fuck yes, harder please fuck me harder, stuff me, please fuck my arse.”

     “Only to happy to help,” the words were spoken by one of the men who was standing watching, he had already come in Anne’s mouth and was stroking his almost erect cock.  Emma stood up hurriedly, she slipped a condom on his cock.  He straddled his legs over Anne’s raised arse cheeks.  Holding his cock in one hand he positioned it at the already stretched opening of Anne’s arse and thrust down.

     “Oh yeeess,” a long drawn out wail filled the room and Emma saw that the man’s balls were being squashed against Anne’s cheeks as she thrust upwards to drive his cock in further.  Anne suddenly screamed and shuddered in ecstasy as the man beneath her spent his load into the cock filled condom in her cunt.  Another man stepped forward and used her hair to lift her head.  Her mouth came open and she welcomed his cock deep into her throat.  The man lying beneath her slipped from her cunt, slid out from between her body and stood up.  Another took his place and drove yet another hard condom covered prick deep into her.  Emma removed the condom from the cock of the man who had just been buried in Anne’s pussy.  She raised it and squeezed the contents over Anne’s back.

     For Anne the afternoon became a haze of lust, cocks and come.  Each of the men used her mouth, cunt and arse, she was covered in come.  Each time any of her partners came in a condom Emma removed the condom and squeezed it over Anne’s face or body.  Anne was covered in sweat and sperm as she knelt gasping for breath after swallowing yet another jet of spunk some of which hung dripping from her lips.  Emma smiled down at her.

     Now we’ll see just how obedient she’s really is.

She bent down, grasped Anne’s collar and pulled on it.

     “Come with me slut.  Don’t bother to stand, just crawl like the slave you are.”

     Anne crawled wearily alongside Emma to some patio doors which Emma pushed open.  She dragged Anne outside.

     “Now kneel up slut.  You’re going to have a shower.  Come out here please gentlemen and give this one a wash.  I’m sure you are all about ready to piss.”

     Anne’s mind whirled.

     What she’s going to let them all piss on me.  Nooo, I’m not having that.

     She tried to stand but Emma had anticipated this and pushed down firmly on her neck.  As she tried to escape Emma’s grip two of the men grasped her arms and, none too gently, pulled them up behind her back forcing her head down until her forehead touched the ground.  She felt a rope encircle her wrists and gasped in pain as it was pulled viciously tight.  Emma grabbed Anne’s hair and ignoring Anne’s squeal of pain pulled her upright.

     “Time to go and see Master Kurt for some attitude adjustment I think.  Don’t go yet gentlemen.  Have a drink, relax, try not to have a pee yet I’m sure she’ll be begging for it soon.”

     Emma dragged Anne from the room by her hair, down the steps to the dungeon.  She pushed open the dungeon door, thrust Anne inside, kicked her legs from beneath her.  Anne heard her say.

     “Don’t go away I’ll be back with Master in a few moments.”

     Anne heard the key turn in the lock as she lay panting on the floor.  She had very little time to think about what was to come before the door burst open again.  Kurt with Emma stood by his side stood glaring down at her.

     “A little problem with obedience I understand.  Oh well I think I can cure that.”

     He bent and used Anne’s hair to yank her to her feet.  Anne screamed and he slapped her face.

     “Save it. I’ll give you a real reason to scream in about two minutes.  Emma help me get her onto the horizontal cross.”

     Anne didn’t struggle as they pushed across the dungeon she knew that she couldn’t beat both of them and just hoped that she could talk Kurt into letting her accept the ‘Golden shower’ without any torture.  She had, however, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that he would not hear of it, but she was determined to try.  In a very short time they had her strapped by wrists and ankles to a St Andrew’s cross that was mounted horizontally on a sturdy stand that raised it some 80cms from the floor.  Master Kurt gazed down at her sweat and cum covered body, he smiled at her.  She shuddered, the smile was that of someone who was contemplating enjoying the pain of others.  She decided to speak even though she thought it was too late.

     “Please Sir may I speak.”

     Kurt smiled again.

     “Of course you may speak slut.  I’m looking forward to hearing your excuses, take your time.  I’m in no hurry.  I’m sure my guests don’t mind waiting for the dessert so to speak,” he grinned mirthlessly.

     “Please Sir I’m sorry, please let me return to the lounge I’ll do anything you ask of me please don’t punish me,” she looked into his eyes striving silently as well as verbally to appeal for mercy.

     Kurt smiled.  He reached out with both hands and rubbed sperm into both of her nipples.

     “Slave go and get the electrics, surgical spirit, swabs three needles, and a clover clamp”

     Kurt continued to massage Anne’s nipples and she began to feel aroused.  This was in spite of the horror raging in her mind as she struggled with the realisation that she was to be pierced and, by the sound of it tortured with electrics.  She had endured both on separate occasions but never simultaneously.  Kurt grinned wolfishly down at her.

     “It was a very pretty speech slut, and I loved those appealing eyes, but you have to take the consequences of your foolishness.  Emma where are those things?  Am I to wait all day?”

     Anne heard the sound of Emma’s high heels rushing towards her and then the other woman came into view. 

     “Put it all down on her belly and then go and get me two high stools.”

     Anne raised her head and watched as Emma placed several items on her stomach.  Emma rushed away again and Kurt smiled down at her once more.

     “Tell me slut do you know what I’m going to do to you?  Tell me, I’d like to hear your thoughts and guesses.”

     Anne swallowed hard.  Her mouth was suddenly very dry as she looked up at the smiling mocking face of her nemesis. 

     Bastard he wants me to describe my own torture.  Damn him I won’t do that.

     Kurt rolled her nipples between both thumbs and forefingers, the smile still played on his lips.

     “I’m waiting slut.  Don’t take too long because at this moment you are due fifteen minutes of pain, keep me waiting and it’ll be thirty minutes.  Do tell me your thoughts, I’m waiting.”

     Emma returned with the two stools and placed them one behind the other between Anne’s splayed legs.  It gave her a few moments to think, not that there was much to think about, it was either comply or face a double dose of agony.  She cleared her throat and spoke.

     “I think Master that you are going to pierce my nipples and my labia and then torture me with electric shocks.”

     “Nearly right slut, but not quite.  I’m going to pierce your nipples, and your clitoris then I’m going wire the shock machine up to the needles and enjoy your pain.”

     Kurt smiled at her again, and picked up the Electrical shock device, he placed it on the stool nearest Anne’s crotch.  He turned to Emma.

     “While I’m piercing slut’s nipples fit three sets of cables and clips to that.”

     Anne watched as Emma picked some cables up from her stomach and Kurt picked up a swab and the bottle of spirit.  He poured some spirit onto the swab and she gasped as the cold liquid bathed first her right then her left nipple.  He put down the swab and spirit before picking up the clover clamp which he attached firmly to Anne’s left nipple.  She squealed as the jaws crushed the sensitive bud. 

     “Be quite, you’ll have plenty to squeal about soon.  Emma are those cables attached?”

     “Yes Master.”

     “Good.  Now open one of those needle packets.”

     Anne watched Emma tear off the top off a sterilised needle package and hand it to Kurt.  He pulled the needle from the wrapper by it’s plastic plug and she watched with grim resignation has he pulled on the clamp with one hand and she felt the prick of the needle against the base of her left needle.  Suddenly it was no longer just a prick, it was a searing pain as he drove the needle through the nipple.  She screamed and writhed in her bonds but Kurt merely instructed Emma to open another wrapper while he transferred the clamp to her right nipple. 

     “While I do this one you can clean slut’s cunt.  Make sure you give her clit a good clean.  We don’t want any infection now do we?”

     Emma watched the needle being positioned and then gasped with shock at the icy cold of the spirit being applied to her labia and then the inside of her pussy.  The gasps suddenly turned into another agonised scream as Kurt drove the needle through her nipple. He removed the clamp and she raised her head to look down her body.  She could see the shining points of the two needles sticking out of each nipple a distance of about two centimetres.  She threw her head back again and screamed as Kurt attached a clamp to her clitoris and dragged it upwards.  The scream turned into a high pitched wail as he pushed the needle through the delicate and sensitive bud.  Finally it was done and she lay panting as the three needles sent a gentle throbbing pain through her nervous system.  This throbbing turned into serious pain as she watched Kurt attach crocodile clips with cables to the needles each side of her nipples and she shrieked yet again as the cables and clips were attached to the needle piercing her clit.

     Kurt sat on the second of the two stools and started to switch on various controls on the box. A shaft of fire tore through her clitoris, her thighs spasmed causing the cables to pull on the needle and she screamed.  Seconds later two shafts of pain pierced both nipples at the same time.  Anne screamed once more, and then seconds later she was trying to tear herself from the cross as the pain erupted in all three places at once.  Kurt’s mirthless grin mocked her agony.  He began a monologue as he described the various painful sensations he could produce and the levels to which he could take it.

     “It’s such a wonderful device, if I turn this I’m told it’s like being stabbed, or this is like fire,  this is like being crushed, and this is a combination of all of them one after another.”

     As he spoke he delivered the various shocks to Anne’s helpless body, and as he had predicted she screamed.  Soon her body was bathed in sweat and her screams had become a hoarse moan as she writhed in the absolute agony that fiendish device could produce.  Kurt halted for a moment and told Emma to hold up Anne’s head and   trickle a little water into her mouth.  He didn’t want any physical damage, one of the reasons that he was using the electrical device was that he knew that he couldn’t continually whip his charge.  He needed to break her but not ruin her for the rest of the week.  After all he had a lot planned for her.  He spoke to Anne in what he hoped was a reasonable and friendly tone.

     “Are you ready to cooperate yet slut?  Are you ready to beg for a nice ‘Golden shower’?  I’m sure it must be much more appealing than another dose of this.  If you’re ready to beg I’ll cut the time of your torture down, you’ve had five minutes so far.”

     Anne was more than ready to beg.  She had never had so much concentrated pain in her whole time as a slave.  She would let fifty men piss all over her if that was what he wanted.  She raised her head and looked down the splayed form of her body at the smiling face of her tormentor.

        “Please Sir I’m sorry, I was a stupid slut, please let me drink their piss.  I’ll do anything you want please don’t torture me any more with that thing.”

     Kurt beamed at her.

     “I knew you would see reason.  Now there is just the question of a little punishment for your lack of obedience and then you can go back and finish that lovely time that you were having in the lounge.  Emma tells me that you were doing fine.  In fact she told me that she thinks you enjoy being a cock filled slut.  She told me about how many men you’d had at once and that coupled with watching you wriggle and hearing you scream has made me very randy and so I’m going to give you your punishment while Emma sucks me off,” He smiled down at her and stood up, as he did so the cables dragged at the needles and she squealed again.

     “Slave on your knees and get sucking, I stop her torture when I come.”

     Emma sank to her knees and crawled to kneel in front of her Master.  She quickly undid his zipper and with the dexterity of many months of practice extracted her Master’s cock.  She left one hand inside the leather trousers gently massaging his balls while she used the other to guide his cock to her open mouth.  As she began to lick the head of Kurt’s cock she heard Anne scream again.

     “Aaah no please no, nooo please stop I’ve already said I’ll do it please stop.”

     Emma could hear the creak of wood and leather as Anne tore at her bonds but she took her time carefully licking the full length of her Master’s cock before finally taking it deep into her mouth.  She could her Anne screaming and begging for mercy and felt a wave of lust wash through her body at the thought of the other’s pain.  Anne’s screams died down a little and she heard her Master speak.

     “Slut I know you’ll do as you are told Now, but that is the point.  Now is after I’ve had to torture you into submission.  What I’m doing Now is punishing you for your initial disobedience.  Do you understand?”

     He turned a control on the box and Anne shrieked in pain.  As she did this Kurt pushed his cock deeper into Emma’s mouth. 

     “I said do you understand.?”

     I twisted another control, Anne screamed and writhed, but she managed to gasp.

     “Yes Sir, I understand.”

     “Good.  Now tell me that you accept this punishment.”

     Kurt twisted a dial again, thrust his cock even deeper into Emma’s throat and watched his helpless pain wracked captive writhe once more in agony.

     My god this makes me so horny, I mustn’t come until she accepts.

     That thought had barely crossed his mind when Anne managed to gather her wits enough to gasp her complete submission between shrieks of pain.

     “Please Master torture me.........., punish me for my............ disobedience.”

     The words were ragged and disjointed but it was what he wanted to hear.  He gave the controls one final twist and stood laughing at Anne’s agony before switching the device off.  He put down the control box, held Emma’s head with both hands and began to fuck her mouth violently.  Within seconds he growled deep in his throat and Emma was fighting for breath as her Master delivered copious amounts of hot sperm deep into her throat.

     Ten minutes later Anne was on her knees in the middle of the ‘Wash Room’.  The door was partially open, she heard the sound of Emma’s heels clicking on the floor, and the bass rumble of male voices.  Seconds later the door was pushed wide open and Emma stepped into the room and strutted towards her.  The six men, now all dressed entered behind her.  Emma smiled down at her.  It was a malicious smile and Anne understood it all too well.  She waited for Emma to speak.

     “Well slut, here we all are.  You are still filthy and these lovely men have agreed to help me clean you up.  All you have to do is ask them nicely, but be explicit we want to understand clearly what it is you want.”

     Anne took a deep breath and tried to relax.

     Better get this over with, come on it’s only pee.  Make it humble and make it crude they’ll love it.

     “Please gentlemen thank you for pleasuring me so well today.  I feel totally fucked.  Please finish by cleaning this slut.”

     The man laughed loudly but Emma wasn’t quite satisfied with that.

     “How would you like them to help clean you slut?”

     Anne looked at her.

     The bitch she wants me to say it.  I suppose I’ll have to.

     “Please gentlemen piss on this slut, wash her with your piss.”

     The men all looked at each other, they laughed, then crowded round Anne in a circle and pulled their cocks from their trousers.  She heard Emma telling her to look up and open her mouth.  As she did so the first jet of piss hit her back and shoulders it was quickly followed by another and another until all six men were spraying her face, breasts, belly, thighs, back and buttocks.  She closed her eyes and accepted the hot liquid that ran down her face.  A stream of piss went into her open mouth and she nearly choked but managed to swallow.  She heard Emma shout at her to keep her head up and open her mouth.  After what seemed an eternity of swallowing and choking they stopped and stood around her laughing and joking.

     “I’ll never knew pissing could be so much fun.”  “We really pissed her off.”

     The jokes were bad but they were still laughing as they went out of the door.  Emma stayed behind.  Anne watched her unreel the hose from the wall, and turn on a tap.

     “Stand up, put your hands behind your head, and spread your legs.”

     Emma’s voice carried a tone of sharp authority and Anne quickly obeyed.  The jet of water his her across her breasts, but unlike earlier in the day this time it was warm.  Emma played it on her front for a minute at one point telling her to close her eyes while she washed Anne’s face.  She told Anne to turn round and then washed her back. As soon as she was satisfied that Anne was clean Emma turned off the hose.  She walked up to Anne and put her hand between Anne’s legs.  Her fingers probed between Anne’s labia as she pulled Anne towards her and breathed into her ear.

     “I want you to go up to my bedroom now, have another shower, put on your make up, then lay on the bed and wait for me.  The Master wants to talk to me so I’ll be about thirty minutes, now go. 

     As Anne made her way to Emma’s bedroom Emma entered Kurt’s office.  He was working on his screen and she sank to her knees and waited.  After several minutes her finished what he was doing and turned to face her and smiled.  This made her feel nervous she knew from painful experience that her Master’s smile often preceded pain for her.  On this occasion that proved not to be the case, Kurt stood up, walked from behind his desk and taking one of her hands pulled her to her feet.

     “Come and sit we need to talk.”

     Emma sat perched on the edge of one of the armchairs facing her Master across the low coffee table.  It was the same table where he and Greg had tortured and used her the week before.  She waited for him to speak.

     “Where is slut?”

     “In my bedroom waiting for me as you instructed Master.”

     “Good.  I want to be absolutely certain that you understand your role in this slave, and so I’m going to spell it out again.  I want her confused and suffering from lack of sleep and you are going to assist in this.  Tonight I want you to seduce her, be tender, be gentle, make love to her, make her want to be your lover.  Take a long time over it.  When you are finished fit her with a butt plug. Tomorrow morning early,  say at six o’clock I will come for her, take her to the dungeon, and bugger her. After that I want you to drag her to the ‘Wash Room’ and treat her the way you treated her this morning, before you take her back to the dungeon.  Is that clear?”

     “It’s very clear Master I won’t let you down.”

     Kurt smiled at Emma.  It was a very chilly smile and she had to control a shudder of apprehension .

     “I’m sure you won’t slave, I’m sure you won’t.”

     A few minutes later Emma was heading back to her bedroom, where a very nervous Anne was sitting on the edge of the bed.  She was naked, having showered and put on some make up as instructed. As she sat she was trying to come to terms with the feelings that the last thirty-six hours had engendered in her and was having some difficulty in reconciling them.  She could, she felt, now cope with the physical act of pleasuring a woman, but the thought of it did not arouse her before the event although the physical act had done so.  The path to total obedience was also far from smooth, but again she had to admit that once she had begun to commit the acts she had been forced to do she had found a great deal of physical pleasure.  Even submitting to be urinated on by six men had been stimulating, once she had resigned herself to the act.  The brutal piercing and electrical torture had been excruciating, but even as she thought about the pain she could feel a frisson of sexual pleasure.  Her thoughts were interrupted by Emma’s arrival.

     “You look good enough to eat, and that’s just what I plan to do.  Lay back, spread your legs and just enjoy.”  As she said this Emma gave Anne the first smile that Anne could feel was totally friendly and free of malice of any sort.   She moved across the bed and lay back the full length of it with her thighs spread and her head resting on one of the pillows. 

     Emma had removed the leotard, her bondage straps and collar.  She climbed onto the bed and crawled forward between Anne’s thighs until she was resting on her elbows with her forearms alongside Anne’s chest with her hands resting gently on Anne’s shoulders.  Their breasts pressed together and Anne could feel the shaven mound of  Emma’s sex against her own.  Emma smiled down at her before putting her lips to the side of Anne’s neck.  She kissed it gently a couple of times before breathing gently into Anne’s ear.

     “Our Master has given me the night off and there’s a bottle of champagne and two glasses just outside the door.  Shall I go and get it?

     She kissed Anne’s cheeks before placing a gentle kiss to Anne’s lips.  Anne found herself responding to the kiss.  For some reason, perhaps because there was no threat or possibly just because she had already been sexually aroused by Emma, she found the feel of Emma’s lips pleasing.  They kissed again, this time with their lips parted and tongues gently teasing and questing.  Anne looked into Emma’s eyes and murmured gently.

     “Uhmm, champagne sounds good, but this is good too.”

     Emma kissed her again before pushing herself up off the bed.

     “Don’t go away.  I’ll be right back.”

     Anne watched Emma’s delightful form head towards, then out of the door, seconds later she watched Emma’s nipples bouncing on her breasts which framed a bottle of champagne as she made her way back to the bed carrying a tray and two glasses.  She put the bottle on a table at the side of the bed opened it and poured two glasses.  She handed one to Anne who had now sat up and was resting her back on the bedhead.  Emma climbed onto the bed and knelt facing Anne.  She raised her glass and Anne did the same, the glasses clinked together, and Emma gave Anne a broad smile before sipping her wine and then setting the glass down on the table.

     “Just drink your wine, relax and enjoy.”

     Anne watched Emma get off the bed and walk down to the foot of it.  She took Anne’s right foot in her hands.

     “I’d like to suck your toes, would you like that?”

     “I don’t know I’ve never had it done, but please try.”

     She watched Emma raise her foot and then sighed in pleasure as her toes were gently licked and sucked.  Emma had clearly done this before and Anne found herself loving the feel of lips and tongue gently massaging the toes of first one foot, then the other.  She continued to sip her champagne as Emma moved her attentions slowly up Anne’s calves, then inner thighs, her lips tongue and fingers combining in one long sensual caress.  Emma grasped both of Anne’s thighs at the back just above the knee, she spread them wide and then lifted until Anne’s thighs were vertical and her pussy open wide to Emma’s gaze.  Emma looked at Anne, her tongue licked slowly around the whole of her lips and with a wicked smile she said.

     “I’d love to stick my tongue in your cunt, in fact I’d love to tongue your cunt and that tight little rosebud of an arse.  Would you like that?”

     As she asked the question Emma bent forward and Anne felt a tongue lapping the full length of her labia.  Anne gasped her reply as she pushed her sex into Emma’s face.

     “Oh yeees please lick me there, lick my cunt and arse please.”

     The questing tongue began to thrust insistently at the tight whorl of her anus before starting to move up between her labia, pushing them open to gain access to the hot pink tissue within.  Soon the hood over her clit was being pushed back.  Anne moaned softly and put down her glass.  She grasped Emma’s head in her hands and pushed it against her mound.  Emma still held Anne’s the back of Anne’s thighs but now she pushed hard and forced them down onto Anne’s breasts giving her tongue even greater access to the depths of Anne’s pussy.  Anne moaned and then almost screamed in pleasure as Emma gently nibbled her clit.  Emma forced her head up against Anne’s hands and spoke.

     “Hold your own legs up slut I want to finger you.”

     Anne needed no further urging, her hands replaced Emma’s and she spread herself even wider.  Emma’s head moved back down and Anne felt Emma’s tongue once again lap at her clit and then a finger was slowly inserted into the tight muscle of her arse.  It was all Anne could do to hang onto her thighs as Emma’s tongue lips and fingers played a fiendish torment of sensual pleasure.  She had no control, and didn’t want any.  Emma had now penetrated her arsehole with two fingers, had three fingers of the other hand buried deeply in Anne’s cunt with the thumb of the same hand massaging Anne’s clit.  She began to lick and suck at each of Anne’s nipples in turn.  Within less than half a minute Anne suddenly let go of her own legs, grasped Emma’s head and pulled it up until she could plant a passionate open mouthed kiss on Emma’s lips and scream into her mouth as her orgasm took her over.  The two remained locked together for about a minute before Anne released Emma’s head and looked dreamily into her eyes.

     “Shall we have a little more of that champagne before I do that for you?”

     They both giggled and Emma reached for the bottle.

 

Wednesday

 

     The sound of Emma screaming at her followed by the burning sting of whip tails across her thighs brought Anne out of a deep alcohol induced sleep.  She tried to clear her head as Emma continued to yell and lash at her with the whip.

     “Up slut, get up, it’s time for your wash.  Get up you lazy slut.”

     Emma released Anne’s bondage straps and collar from the wall chains in the cell and then grasped Anne’s hair pulling the poor woman to her feet.  In a few seconds her wrists were clipped together behind her back and she was being towed behind Emma towards the ‘Wash Room’ and trying to come to terms with the change of circumstances between the morning and the previous night.

     She remembered that they had drunk two bottles of champagne and that she had pleasured Emma with both her tongue and  fingers.  A clear memory was of having Emma kneeling over her face while she tongued Emma’s pussy and Emma slapped the insides of Anne’s thighs and finally her pussy until Emma had come.  Now she was being screamed at and told she was a ‘drunken lazy slut’ who deserved to be punished.  They arrived at the ‘Wash Room’ and in what seemed like no time at all Anne found herself hung from the ceiling by her ankles.  Emma stripped completely and approached Anne’s suspended form.  She spread her thighs, putting one hand down she grasped the back of Anne’s and pushed Anne’s face forward and up until Anne’s mouth was firmly pushed against Emma’s pussy.  Anne heard her say.

     “Now slut.  Master made me hang onto this all night.  I wasn’t allowed to piss so now you can drink it you slut.”

     A series of savage blows from Emma’s other hand rained down on Anne’s buttocks.

     “Come on slut I’m bursting.  Open your mouth and drink.”

     Anne opened her mouth.  Within seconds she was gasping and choking as a stream of acrid tasting, strongly flavoured urine jetted into her mouth.  She tried to swallow but her upside down position made it impossible and the unpleasant stream ran down her face into her nose and finally dripped from her hair.  Emma continued to slap Anne’s buttocks and thighs until she had finished urinating.   She walked away to the wall and came back towing the hose behind her.  Anne braced herself for blast of freezing water which she knew was coming.  Emma smiled at her helpless inverted prey, pointed the nozzle of the hose at Anne’s sex and squeezed the hose trigger.  Anne squealed in outraged shock as the freezing  jet of water pushed between her labia and invaded the warm depths of her vagina.

     Why’s she doing this what have I done?  Last night we were lovers.  I did everything she asked.  The question went unanswered and a gleefully laughing Emma continued to play the bone chilling blast over the suspended body of her captive.  Finally she switched the hose off and went to the wall where she appeared to be adjusting something, but Anne who was swinging gently upside down found it difficult to see what was being down. Emma returned and picked up the hose again and once again turned the jet onto her plaything.  This time the water was warm and Emma showered down Anne and herself before finally turning the spray off and returning the hose to the wall.  She lowered Anne to the floor, unclipped Anne’s ankles from the spreader bar, dragging the other girl to her feet by her hair she ignored the cries of pain and pushed her down the corridor to the dungeon.

     At first Emma merely attached Anne’s wrist straps to the cable of the ceiling hoist and raised her arms above her head.  She looked at Anne for a moment, smiled and left the dungeon.  Anne stood shivering as the water dried on her body and wondering what was to happen next.  She didn’t have long to wait. Emma arrived back carrying a holdall which she put on the floor near Anne before pulling from it a towel.  She commenced to quickly towel Anne dry and then pulled a pack of new hold up stockings from the bag.  They were white with long lacy tops and she made Anne raise first one leg then the other as she fitted them.  A pair of red stiletto heels with ankle straps were next and Anne, not wanting to appear uncooperative stepped into them.  Emma produced a make up bag, put it on the top of one of the stools and proceeded to make up Anne’s face, before brushing out her hair.  During all of this Anne remained silent, she was wondering what was to come next and trying to think of what to say to Emma. 

     Before she had come to any conclusion Emma went to a rack on one of the walls and returned with a long length of rope, it was about as thick as one of Anne’s fingers.  Emma went behind Anne, she passed the rope around Anne’s waist and tied it off at the back with the rope hanging down between Anne’s legs.  She went to the wall control and lowered Anne’s arms until her wrists were level with her face.  Emma attached a small pulley on a short chain to the eye of the cable just above the chain to which Anne’s wrists were attached.  She bent forward and pulled the rope between Anne’s legs.  Anne realised what was about to happen.

     Oh hell, she’s going to fit me with a crotch rope.

     Even as Anne had the thought Emma smiled at her, it was a wicked and unfriendly smile.  She pulled the rope tight until it buried itself deep into Anne’s crack.  Emma used the fingers of one hand to push Anne’s labia apart allowing the rope to lay directly onto Anne’s sensitive inner flesh.  The rope was pushed against Anne’s clitoris and then pulled away.  Emma used her fingers to mark the point and then tied a knot in the rope.  Finally she pushed the rope between the rope around Anne’s waist and pulled it through until the rope was once more snugly buried in Anne’s pussy.

     “A nice little knot to grind on your clit for a while.”

     Emma pushed the end of the rope through the pulley, pulling it through until it reached the floor. She went to the wall control and used the hoist to raise Anne’s hands until she was stretched.  Emma returned to Anne, she bent down and grasped Anne’s left ankle.

     “I want you standing on one leg lift this foot now slut.”

     Anne looked at her angrily, but Emma returned the glare with a smile. 

     “I could try out a single tail on you if you like or perhaps a cane across those tits of yours.”

     Anne reluctantly raised her leg.  Emma quickly grasped the end of the rope and fed it through a  ‘D’ ring on the ankle strap and pulled hard raising Anne’s leg until it was stretched out away from her and almost at a right angle to her body.  The rope cut into Anne’s pussy and the knot ground on her clit as Emma had intended.  Emma tied off the rope and stood with her hands on her hips smirking at her captive. 

     “Almost ready slut, but Master said to that I should make it hurt so I think some nipple clamps and some clamps with weights hanging off those pussy lips.” 

     Anne watched almost despairingly as Emma strutted to a rack on the wall, and having selected several clamps and weights marched back to Anne with the clamps weights and chains swinging from one hand.  She put them down on the stool and then kissed Anne on both cheeks. 

     “Uuuhmm its so yummy really, just think what these will do to your pussy darling.”

     She held up a pair of clover clamps, and then knelt down on one knee in front of Anne.  Anne watched with horror and resignation as Emma pulled at one of her labia.  The movement let the rope bite even deeper into her vagina and she tried to raise her leg to ease the pressure.  Emma positioned the clamp and let the jaws close.  Pain erupted in Anne’s groin and she wailed in desperation.

     “Oh shit that hurts.  Why are you doing this to me we were lovers last night?”

     Emma attached the second clamp and stood up.  She reached out and stroked Anne’s face gently.

     “Yes darling we were lovers last night but this is today and my Master has told me to torture you, so I will.  Last night he told me to seduce you so I did.  Simple really, we’re both slaves, I’m his special slave, you are a slut in training.  Now lets get some weights on that pussy shall we?”

     She went to the stool and picked up a handful of lead fishing weights, kneeling down again she hooked one weight to each clamp and then pushed them with her hand.  She smiled at Anne’s shriek of pain and added another weight to each clamp.

Anne screamed again.

     “What’s the matter darling it’s not that bad I bet you can take another.”

     “Oh god no,” Anne howled.”

     “It’s not god that I have to worry about it’s my Master, and if he thinks I haven’t done a good job I’ll be wearing these.”

     Emma added two more weights and then stood up and looked with satisfaction at the distended lips of Anne’s cunt bisected by the rope with the weights swaying gently as the hapless woman tried to hold her position.  After about a minute Emma moved forward and began to suck first one and then the other of Anne’s nipples whilst caressing both breasts with her hands.  Anne was in agony but the movement of Emma’s hands and the insistent play of tongue and lips still made her nipples come erect.  She blinked tears from her eyes and looked at the pair of clamps being held up in front of her face.

     “Here we go then one for each lovely titty, and then a bit of tension on them just to finish you off.”

     Anne could only moan feebly at this witticism and then howl in pain as Emma mounted first one and the other clamp on her nipples.  Worse was to come.  She watched in horror as Emma wrapped a piece of elasticated cord round the rope attached to her ankle about halfway down from the pulley.  She then pulled the cord until she could attach the hooks on it’s ends to the clamps decorating Anne’s nipples.  Both breasts were pulled away from her rib cage and the pain in her nipples was excruciating.  Emma smiled brightly at her and then kissed her cheek again.

     “Don’t go away darling, I’ll be back with Master in a while.  You just try and make yourself comfortable.”

     Emma minced from the dungeon with one hand on her hip, her swaying hips a sexy contrast to those of her captive who was desperately trying to stand perfectly still. 

     Anne was in agony.  The rope cut deep into the soft inner tissue of her pussy, the fiendishly placed knot ground against her clit, standing on one leg made her sway gently and each movement rocked the weights.  She tried to ease the tension of the rope through her cunt but that made the clamps pull on her nipples.  Tears were streaming down her face as she tried to cope with each pain filled moment.  She had no real idea of how long she stood immersed in a sea of pain but she finally  somehow found a place to retreat to within her own mind that helped her cope with the agony.  She was standing with her head down and eyes closed when Kurt and Emma quietly entered the room.  They walked slowly round the pain wracked figure taking in the one leg trembling under the weight of her whole body.  Even the distended breasts and pussy lips couldn’t disguise the true beauty of their captive.  Kurt stood silent for a while taking in the scene, his hand strayed down between Emma’s thighs and he casually teased her sex.   Kurt’s voice cut through Anne’s pain filled reverie.  His hand grasped her hair and pulled her head up, and she screamed as the movement excited the weights and moved the rope.  She blinked the tears away and opened her eyes.  She saw him standing in front of her with one hand buried between Emma’s thighs.

     “Well slut are you learning the ways of obedience?  Would you like to be let down from there.?”

     Now that she had been brought back from her semi trance state the pain was so great that Anne had trouble understanding Kurt’s words. He took his hand from between Emma’s thighs and tweaked the rubber cord connected to the clamps on Anne’s nipples.  Anne couldn’t believe that the pain could get worse, her body writhed disturbing the weights, the leg supporting her weight nearly collapsed and the rope cutting through her cunt inflicted even more agony.  She screamed and as she did so dimly heard Kurt’s voice.

     “I asked you a question slut.  I won’t ask it again I’ll just leave you like that for a while longer.”

     Anne slowly raised her eyes and looked at Kurt, she spoke slowly, her voice a pitiful croak.

     “Please Sir this is learning, and begs to be released.”

     “You will do exactly as you are commanded?”

     “Yes Sir this slut will do as you command.”

     The effort of talking had taken all Anne’s strength, her head slumped forward once more and her weight came onto her arms and the rope torturing her cunt.  All she could do was utter a muted whimper.  Kurt instructed Emma to let Anne down.  He sat on his leather ‘throne’ and watched as Emma took off the clamps and weights before untying Anne’s leg and letting it down to the floor.  As Emma lowered the ceiling hoist Anne slowly collapsed to her knees.  Emma released Anne’s hands. Kurt was pleased to see that although obviously almost in a state of shock Anne still remembered to spread her legs and put her hands behind her back.  Kurt motioned Emma over to him and pointed to the floor at his feet.  Emma sank to her knees and knelt with her forehead pressed to the floor.  Kurt sat gently stroking his chin with the thumb and fingers of one hand while he considered the possibilities. 

     She can’t take much more pain, but I need to test just how obedient she has become.  Humiliation? Maybe a bit of pleasure with humiliation and then make her beg for more pain.  That’ll do.

“Slut look at me.”

     Anne slowly raised her head and he looked at the tear ravaged face.

     “Does your cunt hurt slave?  Put your fingers down there, let me see you put two fingers into yourself.”

     Anne blinked away the tears, pulling her left arm from behind her back she slowly slid her fingers across her lower belly towards her sex.  She was frightened that what she was about to do would hurt, but she was even more frightened of what Kurt would do if she didn’t comply.  Her fingers reached her labia and she gently pushed two of them into her sex.

     My god I’m wet.  I don’t believe it, after all that pain, I’m wet!”

     The thought came as a shock and she put it to one side for further consideration.  Her fingers delved deeper into the wet interior of her cunt.  She began to feel small tremors of arousal, her eyes closed, and she moaned very quietly.  Kurt’s voice cut through her reverie.

     “Slut, are you enjoying that?”

     Anne’s head jerked upwards, her eyes snapped open.  She struggled to regain her senses but managed to speak.”

     “Yes M....., she remembered his instructions and changed his title...Sir I’m enjoying it.”

     “Good I’m minded to let you come.  All you have to do is to beg to be allowed to finger fuck yourself.”

     Kurt watched her.  It always amazed him how people who could perform all manner of obscene sexual acts were often embarrassed when asked to articulate it.  Anne didn’t disappoint him, to his great amusement her face coloured a bright pink and she stuttered the words.

     “Ppp...please Sss..ir may I finger fff..uck my cuuu...nt.  May I make myself come Sir.”

     Anne hung her head and Kurt decided to play the game out a little longer.    

     “Say that again slut, say it loudly and properly.  Oh and look at me while you say it.”

     Anne willed herself to raise her head.  She looked at Kurt.  He was smiling at her discomfort.  She took a deep breath and forced her self to speak slowly and calmly.

     “Please Sir this slut begs to be allowed to finger fuck her cunt and to be allowed to come.”

     “There you are slut.  It wasn’t that difficult was it?  Of course you may.  Go on stick those fingers back in your cunt.  Oh and while you are doing it look at me and tell me what a dirty little finger fucking wanker you are.”

     Oh no not that, but it’s better than being whipped or tortured, you’re here to obey, so obey.

     Anne slid two fingers back into herself and looked at Kurt.  He had pulled Emma up onto his lap, she sat with her back to him, her legs splayed either side of Kurt’s thighs presenting Anne with a clear view of her shaven pussy.  Kurt’s hands encircled Emma’s breasts and he was gently teasing the nipples between the finger and thumb of each hand.  Emma arched her back and pushed back against him.

     “Please Sir may this dirty finger fucking wanker start?”

     “Of course you may, but keep telling me what you are.”

     Anne’s fingers pushed deeper into the pink wetness of her cunt.  She moved her other hand from behind her back and let it slide down over the smooth skin of her belly before using it to gently tease back the hood of her clit.  She was amazed that even after the brutal treatment inflicted on the little bud by the rope it was hard and sending waves after wave of arousal through her belly and thighs.  Anne began to use both hands together teasing her clit and pushing deeper into her cunt.  Kurt’s instructions came to her mind and she gasped out the words.

     “I’m dirty finger fucking wanker.”

     Her fingers continued their, oh... so, erotic play, and she gasped the words again.

     “I’m dirty finger fucking wanker.”

     Somewhere deep in her mind she realised that what she was doing and saying was deeply arousing.  A third finger filled her sex and she stroked the hard nubbin of her clit.  She looked at the two sitting on the throne.  Emma now had her head thrown back across one of her Master’s shoulders, she was playing with her sex, as was Anne and Kurt was till teasing her nipples.  Kurt looked straight at Anne.

     “What are you?”

     “I’m dirty finger fucking wanker Sir.”

     “Again.”

     “I’m dirty finger fucking wanker Sir.”

     They continued this question and answer game for quite some time with Anne becoming more and more aroused.  She was now thrusting her hips in time with the thrusts of her fingers into her sex.  The hand that had been playing with her clit was massaging first one and then the other nipple and the thumb of the other hand was rubbing her clit.  She heard Emma wail and looked at the pair on the throne.

     “Please may I come Master?”

     “No wait.”

     Emma screamed as Kurt suddenly squeezed, pulled and twisted her nipples.  Anne was startled.  As Emma screamed a shaft of pure arousal surged through her body, she cried out.

     “I’m dirty finger fucking wanker.  Sir may I come?”

     “Again.”

     Kurt’s voice cut through the lust filled haze but it was all she could do to gasp a reply.

     “I’m dirty finger fucking wanker.  Sir may I come?”

     “No, again.”

     “I’m dirty finger fucking wanker.  Sir may I come?”

     “Again”

     It was impossible.  Anne was totally out of control, waves of lust were sweeping through her, her mouth was open and her head lolling to one side, suddenly she shrieked as her orgasm tore through her.

     Kurt stood, throwing Emma away from him.  She landed in a heap on the floor immediately in front of Anne.  Kurt simply pushed Emma out of the way with one leg, as he went to grasp Anne’s hair with one hand.  She began to scream in pain as he hauled her to her feet.  He gave her left cheek a slap with the open palm of his free hand and then a backhand to her right cheek.  Tears poured from her eyes and he slapped her again.

     “Stop snivelling slut.  Did I say you could come?  Did I.”

     Anne tried to answer.  The pain in her skull was awful and her cheeks felt as though they were on fire.  She saw Kurt pull back his hand again, and before he could strike wailed,

     “No Sir please don’t hit me again.  I’m sorry.  No you didn’t give me permission to come.  I’m sorry Sir I’m just a useless slut with no self control.”

     Kurt’s eyes bored into hers and he tightened his grip on her hair causing another squeal of pain.

     “What happens to sluts with no self control?”

     Anne gulped, she knew the answer and it frightened her.

     “They have to be taught self control Sir.”

     “Good, now beg me to give you that lesson, but before that beg me to torture your cunt.”

     His hand twisted in her hair, forcing her to look into his eyes.  Eyes that showed no emotion, dark and pitiless.  She tried not to shudder, composing her next sentence in her mind, she spoke.

     “Please Sir this slut regrets her lack of control.  She asks Sir to torture her cunt as a punishment and then give her a lesson in self control.  Thank you Sir.

     Kurt didn’t answer he simply dragged her across the dungeon until she was standing by the ‘wooden pony’.  Anne’s heart pounded, she didn’t need any explanation of it’s purpose.  Kurt gave her a mirthless smile.  

     “You know what this is slut.”

     “Yes sir. It’s a ‘wooden pony’”

     “Good, take your shoes off and get on it.”

     Anne kicked off her shoes.  As she did so Kurt twisted the hydraulic control and lowered the bar.  She approached the device and swung one leg over the bar.  Kurt grasped her hands and pulled them quickly and roughly behind her back.  She heard the click as her wrists straps were secured and then gasped as an electric motor wined and her arms were pulled up and outwards behind her back causing her to bend forward.  Kurt pumped on the hydraulic pump and Anne felt the wooden blade push firmly and remorselessly into her groin.  She was forced to rise on tiptoe and moaned as the pain flared in her crotch.  She felt Kurt gather her hair at the back of her head, something was attached to it and she felt her head being drawn backwards. Kurt held a large shiny metal hook up in front of her eyes.  It was about fifteen millimetres in diameter with a rounded end to the point of the hook, and a tail of about thirty centimetres which ended in a loop.   He went behind her and she felt the tip of the hook being trailed along her back then down between the ‘V’ of her buttocks before it was forced into her anus.  She gasped in shock at this intrusion, and then cried some more as the hook and her hair were linked together, Kurt shortened the connecting rope until her back was painfully arched and her weight ground agonisingly onto her pussy. 

     Kurt looked at his beautiful captive.  The curve of her back forced her chest out, her breasts, he thought, looked magnificent.  He put a hand on one, caressed it and gently squeezed the nipple.  He walked round the hapless figure enjoying her obvious pain and congratulating himself on the way the position that he had arranged her in displayed her body while inflicting pain.  He stroked her buttocks and her breasts. 

     “You can stay on there until I decide that you have learned your lesson, and while you suffer you can watch Emma show you how an obedient slave behaves.”

     Emma was still on the floor where Kurt had thrown her.  She was all too aware of how vicious Kurt could be when he was angry and her sense of discipline or self preservation had come to the fore.  She was on her knees which were spread wide apart, her rear was raised high in the air, her forehead pressed on the floor and her arms stretched out in front of her.  Kurt picked up a small low stool and brought it to where Emma was kneeling.  He faced himself towards Anne placed one booted foot on the stool and spoke to Emma.

     “Slave come here my boots need polishing.”

     Emma raised her head and crawled to her Master.  The heel of Kurt’s boot rested on the stool with the rest of the foot hanging over the edge.  Emma raised herself on her knees and straddled the boot with her crotch. She pressed her breasts around her Master’s knee, grasped his thigh with both hands and began to polish the upper surface of his boot to with the small amount of pubic hair just above her pussy.  Kurt rested one hand on Emma’s head and looked at Anne.

     “Slut, I’m sure you’d prefer to have your cunt here doing this, than where your’s is.  Is that true?”

     Anne was in agony.  The small muscles in her feet and her calf muscles were cramping with the effort of trying to hold her sex clear of the bar, the pressure on her shoulders from the hoist had turned her whole neck and shoulder region into one fiery pain and in spite of all her efforts her pussy kept hitting the unforgiving rail between her legs.

     “Slut I asked you a question.”

     Anne looked at Kurt.  For several seconds she just looked as Emma performed her obscene boot polishing routine.  Finally, just as Kurt was about to speak again, she managed to speak.

     “I’m sorry Sir.  Yes I would love to be able to polish your boots in such a manner.”

     “Good.  If you manage to please me enough that I change your status from slut to slave then I will let you do this.  For now you must suffer a little more.”

     Anne moaned, she closed her eyes, and tried to find a way to block out her pain but it was a vain endeavour.  Kurt tapped Emma on the head and wriggled his boot, she raised herself and he replaced one boot with the other before allowing her to continue her polishing.  When he was satisfied he grasped Emma’s hair and raised her to her feet. 

     “Let’s go and give slut a little treat.”

     They walked up to Anne and stood either side of the almost silent trembling figure.  Kurt listened to the almost inaudible grunts and moans of pain and looked at the quivering muscles of the tormented beauty.  He felt his cock harden but decided to forgo his pleasure for a little while.  He looked at Emma.

     “Slut seems to be in some pain.  Why don’t you stroke her thighs and buttocks while I kiss her lips and stroke her breasts?”

     Emma smiled back and immediately began to stroke Anne’s buttocks and thighs.  She was gentle at first but slowly the she began to use her long scarlet nails to tease the sensitive skin.  This caused Anne to writhe and squash her pussy on the rail.  Kurt was kissing Anne on the lips with his tongue deep in her mouth while his hand roved across her breasts.  He began to squeeze Anne’s nipples, He was also gentle at first, but he slowly increased the pressure until he was pinching and twisting them.  Anne was screaming in agony gasping into his mouth as he still kissed her lips.  Emma continued her not so gentle caresses.  She smiling at the havoc she was causing and the obvious pain being inflicted on their helpless plaything.

     Finally Kurt relented.  Telling Emma to go and lower the ceiling hoist he pressed the hydraulic control and the bar sank until Anne rested on the soles of her feet.  The hoist cable lowered her arms and she stood trembling as Kurt undid the rope connecting her hair to the hook buried in her anus.  He pulled the hook from her and steadied her as she stepped away form the ‘pony’.  She sank to her knees in front of him, and he looked down at her for several seconds before speaking.

     “Well slut, have you learnt anything?”

     Anne had been expecting this and her reply was instantaneous

     “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.  I won’t come without permission ever again Sir.”

     Kurt smiled down at the still trembling figure.

     “That’s good slave because I’m going to fuck your sore little cunt until I come and you will do everything in your power to please me and you will only come if, and when I give you permission.  Is that clear?”

     “Yes Sir.”

     Kurt thought for a moment and then smiled broadly.

     “I think that while I’m having you slut I will watch your little lover from last night suffer.  Slave get on the ‘pony’ now.  Slut you can fix her up the same way as you were tied.”

     Emma gave Kurt a look of disbelief which turned to horror, but her fear of his anger and months of training took over.  She walked to the ‘pony’ swung one leg over the rail and allowed Anne to position her as Anne herself had been some few minutes before.  Just before Anne moved away from her she whispered.

     “Please make him come quickly.  I’ll make it up to you.  Just make him come quickly.”

     “I’ll try,” was the answering whisper.

     “Slut hurry up unless you want your nipples clipped while I fuck you.”

     Anne hurriedly returned to kneel before Kurt who was standing by the ceiling hoist to which he had attached a steel cross.  The cross had a ring in the centre and four arms each one about half a metre in length. A chain hung down from the end of each arm.

     “Lay down under here slut.”

     Anne lay down where Kurt indicated, directly beneath the cross.  It didn’t take much intelligence to work out what was to happen next and she raised first one arm then the other and then each leg as her wrist and ankle straps were attached to the chains.  Kurt went to the wall control, the winch motor whined, and Anne watched resignedly as she was hauled upwards in a ‘U’ shape with her legs spread widely as she hung by her wrists and ankles.  Kurt returned, he was carrying four ‘clover clamps’ and weights.

     “I thought I’d just reinforce my command about not having an orgasm”

     He quickly attached the clamps firstly to Anne’s nipples, and then to her labia.  As he attached the them he let the weights fall and smiled at her cries of distress.  Leaving Anne hanging he went to the throne and took off his clothes laying them on the seat.  He walked across to where Emma was stood on tip toe, her splayed pussy grinding painfully on the wooden rail.  He stroked Emma’s breasts and ran his hand across her belly and through her little ‘V’ of pubic hair. 

     “You can come off there as soon as I have come and you have begged to lick my cock and slut’s cunt clean.  Is that clear.”

     Emma was angry, she had not expected to be tortured like this.  She had, she felt done all that he had asked of her and she was tired.  Her facade of obedience crumbled.

     “Why do I have to lick the slut clean Master, can’t she use her fingers and lick it off.”

     Kurt looked at Emma.  His eyes seemed even colder, if that were possible. She lowered her eyes regretting her hasty words, but it was too late, as she watched Kurt flicked a switch on a small panel attached to the end of the ‘pony’.

 

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There was a small dial next to the switch and as Kurt began to turn it Emma shrieked.

     “No please Master, not that, please Master I’ll clean your cock and her cunt with my tongue, please stop, I beg you stop.”

     The words turned into a long drawn out scream and the young red head writhed in total agony on the wooden blade.

     Anne watched horrified as Kurt walked towards her.  She had watched his cock as he had been tormenting and teasing Emma and seen it harden as he inflicted pain on the helpless girl.  Her nipples and labia sent pulses of pain through her body and she waited for him to begin using her.  He stood by her and grasped her head twisting it round until he could push the tip of his cock to her mouth.

     “Suck it slave get it nice and wet, while your little friend entertains us.  She screams quite well doesn’t she when she’s got a bit of voltage in her pussy?”

     Anne gagged as he thrust his cock down her throat three or four times before pulling it out.  He walked swiftly back to Emma and turned the dial down.

     “Something to say to me slave?”

     “Please Master I beg you, let me lick your cock clean and slut’s cunt clean after you have used her.  Please I beg you.”

     The request was said slowly through gasps of pain and tears but Kurt smiled and switched of the power.

     “Your should have remembered that little wire on the top slave.  Don’t go away.”

     He patted Emma on the backside pushing her pussy into the rail and then swaggered back to Anne, his cock jutting rampant from his groin.  Standing between her spread thighs he guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy and then ignoring the cries of pain induced by the weights hanging from her tortured labia he thrust himself deep into her.  Anne screamed and screamed again, the screams seemed to goad Kurt into shafting her even more savagely.  He reached forward, grabbed both of the nipple clamps and tugged on them violently. 

     “Let me hear you beg to be fucked harder slut, come on beg, beg me to fuck you harder.”

     His body slammed between her raised thighs and he pulled at the nipple clamps.  Anne’s head lolled backwards, her mouth was wide open with a mixture of wails screams and incoherent noises coming from it.  Kurt continued to ruthlessly drive his cock between the tortured cunt lips and pull on the clamps attached to her nipples.

Finally Anne managed to comply with his brutal demand.  She raised her head and croaked the words he wanted to hear.

     “Please Sir fuck your slut hard, please I beg you fuck me harder.”

     Her head fell back and Kurt rammed his cock deep into her cunt before ripping the clamps off her nipples and laughing at her whimpers of pain.  Through the waves of pain radiating from her groin Anne could feel Kurt’s cock stiffen even more and he drove even more deeply into her.  She felt that he was going to split her int two and as he began to come she felt herself responding to his brutal treatment.  She was going to come!  She couldn’t believe it, she had weighted clamps tearing at the sensitive lips of her cunt but she was going to come!  Kurt still thrust into her and she realised that he was so aroused he was going to come again.  She decided to take a chance and forced her head up.

     “Please Sir, I beg you, please may this slut come with you?”

     Kurt glared at her, his eyes were wide, staring, his nostrils flared, and he was gasping for breath as he drove into her.  He slapped both her thighs hard.

     “You will wait.  I might let you come after me.”

     His manic thrusts seem to if anything increase and Anne found her own arousal growing with each painful thrust.  Once again she felt him harden and he gave a triumphant roar as he emptied his balls into her.

     “Come now slut, come if you can.”

     He bent forward between her thighs grasped her breasts one in each hand and squeezed them together before biting first one and then the other nipple.  The pain was the final brutal stimulus to Anne’s overworked nervous system.  She let out a continuous cream of pain and pleasure as her orgasm tore through her.

     It was over a minute before Kurt removed his cock, he took the weights off Anne’s labia, she hardly made a sound as he did so.  He left her hanging and went to release Emma who was still trying desperately, but unsuccessfully, to keep her body from grinding her pussy into the wooden blade.  He lowered the blade, and her arms, removed the hook and pointed to the floor at his feet.  Emma needed no further encouragement she sank to her knees and began avidly licking the mixture of female secretions and male sperm from his cock.  When he was satisfied with her work she dried his cock with her hair.  Kurt then used her hair to drag her as she crawled to where Anne still hung with sperm dripping from her obscenely spread cunt. 

     Emma was mindful of the horrors of the ‘pony’ and of the many other painful torments that Kurt was always delighted to try on her.  She put her tongue deep into Anne’s cunt and began to lick hungrily.  After about two minutes she sat back on her haunches, her face covered in a mixture of her Master’s come and Anne’s juices.  Kurt used the top of her head to dry Anne’s pussy and laughed at the look of outrage on Emma’s face.

     “My goodness slave you do look a mess.  Let this one down and unhook her, then you can clean yourself up before you make dinner for all of us.”

     Emma left hurriedly, and Kurt spent some seconds stroking the inside of Anne’s thighs.

     I think that this one needs a bit more pain before dinner.  I think I’ll strap her to the bench and try her out with some wax, some ice and the violet wand.

     He smiled at the thought, walked to the hoist control and lowered her to the floor.  He released her wrists and ankles and left her lying on the floor while he replaced his trousers, boots and leather jerkin.

     Within a few minutes Anne was secured to a long wooden table by her wrists, ankles and thighs.  At the head of a table there was the wooden drum of a ‘rack’.  Kurt had attached her wrist straps to the chains from this and had tightened it until she felt that she was being pulled apart.  To make matters worse he had also fixed her breasts with a tight breast tie, forcing her breasts together and outwards.  When she tried to look down the length of her body all she could see was the red verging on purple swell of her brutally constricted breasts.  Kurt stroked the inside of her thighs, before running the tips of his fingers the length of her labia, she tried to move against his fingers as he did it and he smiled.

     “You really are a slut, aren’t you.  Here you are tied to my torture bench, about to be tortured and you get excited when I touch your sex.”

     Bastard, but he’s right.  He’s getting to me.  I love being this helpless, Greg must have told him that and the thought of torture does turn me on.  I wonder what he’s going to do?

     Kurt began to tease Anne’s nipples.  The breast tie had distended them fully and they stood out firmly from the distorted tit meat. His fingers played in a maddeningly sensual way on the sensitive buds.  Suddenly he bent and began to suck first one then the other.  He alternated sucking with gentle nips with his teeth and within a very sort time Anne was gasping in pleasure.  She couldn’t see him reach for the ‘violet wand’ that he had placed between her spread thighs and such was her state of arousal that she hardly heard the static crackle of the device before pain suddenly and violently erupted between her thighs.  She screamed in shocked outrage as Kurt stood up and brought the tip of the device up along the inside of each thigh before stroking it gently back and forth on her labia.

     Kurt turned up the power and began stroking her thighs again.  Anne tried to move in her bonds, but to no avail, she moaned and screamed but Kurt merely smiled and moved the tip of the probe across her unprotected vulnerable flesh.  After two or three minutes of toying with her thighs and pussy he moved the probe up across her belly and she realised that all too soon her tender distended breasts and extremely sensitive nipples were going to be his target.  Seconds later her guess was confirmed and she gazed in horror as the small violet lightening began to caress her nipples.  

     Anne’s horror and pain were all too obvious and extremely arousing for Kurt.  Even though he had come twice in the last hour he now had another massive erection. The sight of his beautiful helpless captive trying to fight her bonds, her cries, screams whimpers of pain were music to his ears.  He gazed down at the sweat covered flesh, smiled and applied the wickedly painful device to Anne’s nipples.  The resulting shrieks of pain were, to him, most satisfying.  Finally he relented, switching off the ‘wand’ he bent and kissed Anne on the mouth pushing his tongue against her teeth.  She quickly opened her mouth and his tongue twined with hers.  Maintaining the kiss Kurt slid his hand down to her pussy and gently inserted one finger between the labia into the wet hot interior.  Anne moaned into his mouth and pushed her tongue against his.  Suddenly he stopped the kiss withdrew his finger and stood up.  He moved out of her sight, but seconds later he returned with a black leather blindfold which he strapped around her head, blocking out all sight.  She heard him leave the dungeon and the sound of his boots on the stairs.  Anne lay trembling, her senses straining for any sound or other clue as to what he was doing.  Finally she heard the sound of his booted feet on the stairs.  This was followed by the sound of something being placed on the bench top between her thighs.

 

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     Anne smelt the scent of burning candles and tensed for the pain.  Nothing happened.  Kurt placed two lit candles between her thighs, raised his hands, smiled at her and then bent to kiss her nipples.  Once again his gentle attentions began to arouse her and this arousal grew stronger as he began once again to toy with her cunt.  First one finger then two were inserted into her.  He kissed her on the mouth again and she automatically opened her lips to his tongue.  He used his other hand to play with her nipples again.  Anne began to grunt and push against him, she returned his kiss fiercely as her senses, already heightened by her lack of sight, responded to his sensuous play.  Kurt bided his time, and then as he had before, he suddenly stopped and stood up.

     “Slut would you like me to fuck you?”

     Anne didn’t even have to think about her answer.  She wanted to be fucked, she needed to be fucked!

     “Please Sir please fuck this slut.”

     Kurt smiled at the reply. 

     “I want to torture you first though.  I want to use the ‘wand’ on you again I want to wax you and I have a little surprise for you.  Let me hear you beg slut.”

     He gently ran a finger along the join of her labia and smiled at her involuntary response.

     The answer was not long in coming.  Anne needed very little thought, she replied.

     “Please Sir do with me as you wish.  I am a slut, here for your amusement, but Sir please fuck me, torture me as you will but please fuck me.”

     Kurt slapped her pussy hard and smiled at her outraged squawk.

     “Oh I will slut, I will.”

     He switched on the ‘wand’ again and Anne began once more to shriek and writhe.  Kurt used the device on her for a few minutes experimenting with the power and distance that he kept between the probe and her body until he felt bored with it.  He switched it off and Anne sighed with relief.  I t was to be short lived, however, after a few seconds she felt his fingers push open her labia and then gasped in shock as he inserted several ice cubes deep into the hot interior of her cunt.  Kurt laughed at her cries and proceeded to rub a handful of ice cubes across her belly before moving both hands up and rubbing her distended breasts with the same.  It was so cold that Anne felt as though it was burning her, and when he began to rub a cube on to each nipple her cries of pain and outrage became even louder than before. 

     Oh hell, so this is the surprise, and I’ve still got the wax to come.  I hope he keeps his promise to fuck me.

     Kurt continued with the icy massage of cunt and tits for a few more minutes until his own fingers were starting to feel little numb. He threw the remaining ice back into the ice bucket he had placed between her thighs and picked up the two candles.  Anne’s head was turning from side to side as she tried to sense where he was and what was about to happen.  Kurt smiled and lifted the candles above the helpless body.

     Time to put the poor slut out of her misery

     He tilted the candles, they had been lit for some time and there was a large amount of molten wax on the top of each.  Kurt watched as the wax fell.  To him it was almost slow motion, the two streams of molten pain splashed on the inside of Anne’s thighs just above each knee.  He found her resulting scream of pain a little unsatisfactory and brought the candles closer to the soft tender skin of her twitching thighs.  The candles tilted again and this time Anne screamed as he trailed the two streams of wax up each thigh towards her cunt.  He stopped just below that point, and walked from the foot of the table where he had been standing to it’s side and took up a position alongside her, about level with her waist.  The candles tilted again, the two streams of wax fell a short distance to Anne’s belly and she began to scream again.  This time he moved his hands upward towards her breasts and the smile on his face became broader as he watched her struggle and heard her moan when she realised where the molten stream was heading.

     “Come on slut let me hear you scream.  I’m going to wax your tits, and your nipples and I do love your screams.”

     Anne’s head was thrashing from side to side, as she heard Kurt’s words a low moan came from her mouth, this turned into a full throated cry of agony as Kurt tipped the candles and the wax fell onto the tied distended breasts.  He circled the mounds of flesh slowly working his way inwards until finally the two streams of hot molten wax fell onto the helpless woman’s nipples.  The resulting howl of anguish made his cock jump in his trousers.

     Just her cunt now and then I’ll have her begging for a fuck.

     Anne heard Kurt move back along the side of the table.  She realised that he had not used the wax on her cunt and was certain that it would be his next target.  He did not prove her guess to be wrong, even as the thought was crossing her mind Kurt was tilting the candles above her sex.  He roared with laughter at the shriek of pain that echoed round the room as the wax hit the very centre of her being, and then laughed even more as she continued to cry out.  He continued to apply the molten rain for about a minute until Anne’s cunt was a mountain of solid wax.  His last act was to upend the candles and stub them out on the insides of her thighs, this resulted in what was, for him, a highly satisfying final scream of agony.  All he wanted now was to bury his cock deep into her cunt and fuck her senseless.  He quickly relaxed the pressure of the rack, released her wrists, thigh straps, and ankles before taking hold of the latter and dragging her down the bench until her buttocks just rested on the edge.  Releasing his trousers he shook them down his thighs before grasping one of Anne’s ankles in each hand and raising her legs high in the air.  As he did this he spread her thighs until she felt she would almost split apart.  Anne heard him roar.

     “Do you want to be fucked slut?  Come on beg for it.”

      Anne needed no second bidding.  She had endured the torture because she wanted to be fucked and now he was honouring his promise.  She almost screamed her reply.

     “Yes please Sir, please fuck this slut.  Please, please, fuck me.....,” the sentence trailed off into a gasp of pleasure/pain as  Kurt’s cock drove past the wax seal on her labia and buried itself deep in her cunt.  As he did this he dragged her a little further down the table until her arse was overhanging the end.  He thrust again and Anne gasped as the rock hard member touched her cervix.  She could feel the wax cracking, falling from her sex as Kurt continued his savage attack.  He pushed her legs towards her head and spoke.

     “Hold onto them don’t let go.”

     She grasped her thighs, one hand to each just below the knee and held them wide apart.  Kurt reached out, his hands were like claws, they surrounded Anne’s tied distended wax covered breasts.  He squeezed and the wax cracked as he used her breasts to pull himself back and forth.  Anne felt herself being shaken almost like a rag doll, Kurt was using her as a piece of meat and somewhere deep within her sub conscious mind he must have struck a chord, she responded.  As much as she was able she began to match his thrusts with her own, the presence of the blindfold heightened her senses and she cried out begging him to fuck her harder.

     The dungeon door had been left open and Emma who was returning from the kitchen to tell her Master that food was nearly ready could hear the unmistakable sounds coming from the dungeon.  She moved forward very quietly, knelt down just outside the door and then crawled forward until she could watch her Master and Anne.  What she saw both angered her and made her jealous.  She was angry because she felt that Kurt was not honouring his bargain with her and giving her a free hand with the other woman.  The jealousy, and at first she didn’t recognise the feeling, was a little curious.  Emma was bisexual with strong leanings towards lesbian sex.  She mainly tolerated sex with men as a means to an end.  She was however strongly masochistic and Kurt was the one man who could stir in her a real need to be ‘fucked’ deeply brutally and totally.  She was now watching Kurt do exactly that to another woman for the second time in one day.  He had already humiliated her by torturing her in front of the same woman and then making her perform an oral cleaning service on that woman’s cunt.  She realised she was jealous, and although she knew that the very essence of the Master slave relationship meant that Kurt would do as he chose she suddenly began to think of the danger to her if he began to favour Anne over herself.

     Emma watched the rutting couple for a few more minutes until her Master gave a bellowing shout, pulled his cock from Anne’s cunt and showered her belly and thighs with come.  Emma moved back quickly out of sight, took her shoes off, walked back up the stairs replaced her shoes and then walked noisily back down the stairs again.  She arrived at the dungeon as Kurt was walking from it.  He looked at her and spoke.

     “Is food ready slave?”

     “Yes Master I was just coming to call you.”

     “Good I’ll be upstairs in the dining room.  Let slut clean herself up then bring her with you.  Be quick about it I’m starving.  Oh and bring the small electrical box, a medium flogger, and a riding crop.”

     Without waiting for a reply Kurt turned and made for the stairs.  Emma entered the dungeon told Anne to clean herself up and began to collect the pieces of equipment.  After about ten minutes Anne had managed to remove all the wax, wipe herself down, and with Emma’s assistance remove the breast tie.  She looked down at the marks made by the rope on her breasts and smiled ruefully at Emma.  Emma’s reply to the smile was less than friendly.

     “I think you are a stupid slut.  You’ve got a nice body but I think you are stupid.  You say you want to be a slave, you know that to be one you’ll have your tit’s tied, whipped, pierced, waxed, shocked, whatever, it’s part of the deal.  So why are you making such a big deal out of it.  Get real, he’ll do what he wants when he wants, and the only restrictions he has are those agreed between him and your Master so stop looking for sympathy.  Now move I’ve been tortured once today because of you and I don’t want another session.”

     Anne opened her mouth to speak, thought better of it and allowed Emma to attach her wrists together behind her back, a leash to her collar and lead her up the stairs to where Kurt was waiting.  Emma knocked at the dining room door and waited until he commanded them to enter.  She crossed the room quickly pulling Anne down at her side, and then raised her hand to present the ‘toys’ to her Master.  Kurt merely grunted, took the ‘toys’ from her, put them on a small side table and then told her to take Anne with her to fetch the meal and a bottle of wine.  As they left he sat at the dining table and began to read a paper.

     Emma dragged Anne to her feet and led her to the kitchen.  Remarking that she wasn’t much use with her hands fixed she released Anne’s wrists and busied herself loading the meal onto a tray.  She opened a bottle of red wine and gave it to Anne with a glass.  Anne noticed that there were only two plates on the tray along with the platters containing the food but she refrained from any comment.  Emma, satisfied that all was ready picked up the tray, and led Anne from the kitchen to the dining room, where she sank to her knees holding the tray in front of her.  Anne quickly knelt beside her.  Kurt ignored them for a few seconds before raising his eyes from the paper and giving them both a critical stare.  He stood, picked up the riding crop from the table, and walked behind the two women.  Anne felt the leather thong at the tip of the crop trace up the inside of her thighs.

     “A little wider I think slut.”

     She shuffled her knees father apart as he tapped the crop from side to side on the inside of each thigh.  Finally he stopped.

     “Good, remember, that wide all the time.  What you have between your legs is there to be displayed, used, and abused so make it available at all times.  Now let’s get on with dinner.  Emma, you may serve then sit at the table, slut you will kneel at my side.”

     Kurt walked to the table and sat, Anne crawled forward and took up a kneeling position to his side facing him with her thighs spread wide and hands behind her back holding her elbows.  Emma stood, she placed the tray on the table, put a plate in front of Kurt and served him a steak, some salad, and chips.  She then poured him a glass of wine and stood with her legs spread and eyes downcast while he tasted the wine.  Kurt rolled the stem of the glass between his fingers and looked through the glass at Emma.  Her slim figure still attracted him.  The two small but beautifully formed breasts each decorated with a firm bud, the lithe thighs and the beautiful high cheeks of her arse could still make his cock rise but, at this point he looked at Anne.  Even though her breasts were recovering from the bondage of earlier they were still magnificent while the rest of her body and face were almost incomparable.  He smiled to himself and reaffirmed his resolve to steal her from Greg.  Emma was still standing awaiting his next command, he took a sip of the wine before speaking.

     “Come and sit slave, serve yourself, you may have some wine as well.  Slut go and fetch another wine glass.”

     Emma sat at the table and began to serve herself as Anne rose and went to the kitchen.  She returned with a fresh glass and presented it to Emma before returning to kneel as before.  Kurt ate in silence for a minute before looking down at Anne. 

     “Slut are you hungry?”

     Anne was starving, Emma had fed her a kind of porridge in a bowl on her cell floor much earlier in the day and since then she had not been given any food.  Suspecting a hidden motive behind the question she tried to conceal any sign of eagerness in her reply.

     “I am a little Sir.”

     Kurt cut off a piece of steak and held it out to her lips on his fork,

     “There you are.”

     She took the piece of meat between her teeth and pulled it from the fork.  Kurt watched her silently as she chewed and swallowed.  He put his glass to her lips and tilted it slowly, she opened her lips and sipped a small mouthful before he took the glass away. The meal progressed slowly and almost in silence, Emma fed herself and took an occasional sip of wine and Kurt continued to feed himself whilst giving pieces of food to Anne.  His meal over Kurt turned to look at Anne.  He reached out and took her chin is his hand, forcing her head up until she looked him straight in the eyes.  He could see a look of fear and uncertainty, that pleased him.

     “Slut you were brought here because you wished to have your disobedient streak curbed is that right?”

     “Yes Sir.”

     “Do you feel that you have learned anything so far?  Do you think that you now obey more readily.”

     “Yes Sir, I think I have and that I will obey.”

     “Mmm... we’ll see about that in a few moments.  The other reason for your stay here was to cure you of your reluctance to eat cunt.  Is that so?  Have you lost that reticence?”  Do you now enjoy the taste of another woman?”

     “Sir I will now pleasure another woman in any way I am commanded.”

     “I asked you if you now liked the taste of cunt slave, don’t equivocate.  Do you now like the taste of cunt?”

     The reply was a little slow in coming but Anne answered firmly.

     “Sir I now enjoy the taste of cunt.”

     Kurt released his hold on Anne’s chin.  Picking up the fork from his plate he placed the points against Anne’s right nipple.  He waved his other hand across the table.

     “Slave give me your fork.”

     Emma quickly placed her fork in Kurt’s right hand and Anne watched as the points were placed onto her left nipple.  Kurt looked at her.

     “Now slut.  Do you remember that I told you that you had to earn the title of slave?  Do you want to be allowed to refer to your owner as Master, to be his honoured pet, toy, plaything?  Or do you want to be ‘slut’ a piece of fuck meat with no status?”

     “I wish to be slave Sir.  That is my true desire.”

     “Show me how you obey slut, obey as a slave would.  Push your nipples onto these forks, push now, and push hard.”

     Anne swallowed reflexively.  Kurt, with his eyes locked on hers felt the pressure of her body pushing against the fork handles in his hands.  He smiled at her and ran his tongue over his lips.

     “Harder slut, a true slave would push harder than that.”

     He watched Anne, he saw her mouth open in a grimace at the same time as she screwed her eyes tightly closed.  Tears welled from the corner of the closed lids and a ragged moan of pain escaped from her mouth.  The pressure against his hands was now considerable, he looked down at her breasts.  It looked as if the four points of each fork were actually buried in her breasts and nipples, he gave both a slight twist before pulling them away from her.  Such was the pressure that she had been exerting that Anne fell forward onto his lap.  He raised her head by simply grasping her hair, and lifted her until she was in a sort of crouching position and  he could inspect her breasts.  There were a few small globules of blood on each nipple but apart from that he could see no real damage.  He pulled her head down and kissed her mouth, she opened her lips immediately at the touch of his tongue and he held the kiss for some time.  Finally he pushed her back to her knees.

     Anne’s mind was reeling.  She could not believe that she had just carried out his brutal command.  Even more confusing was that she knew that the very act of self impalement had produced a profound emotional charge.  She had wanted the pain, she had welcomed the chance to prove to him that she would obey and had enjoyed the result.  The thought that his training was working frightened her but even as she experienced this fear she felt a sudden sense of arousal surge through her. 

     Kurt’s voice cut through her reverie.