ATONEMENT

This is a story just possibly based on reality.  A story of a betraying wife, her circle of manipulating, cheating friends and their influence on her.  Forming a pact to separate from their husbands, the consequences of her breaking the vow is painful; humiliating as she struggles with her own conscience, chooses the wrong path, passes the point of no return and pays the price in more ways then one. The first chapter of the story begins with Bonnie submitting to a discipline session for breaking her promise to her supposed friends.

Chapter One

       Maneuvering onto the brick laden circular driveway from the gas-lamp lined street, the steady mist of rain leaves a shadowy haze in the early autumn evening air of the upper scale neighborhood.  The gas lights lining the curbs just beginning to flicker on, Bonnie glances through the slowly sweeping wiper blades toward the well kept house behind the abundance of trees, the meticulously manicured shrubbery and lawn.  An older Buick, Christina’s car, Christina’s driving as the pair’s been silent much of the half hour or so drive across town.

       In her late thirties, more then attractive, Bonnie’s actually still quite stunning.  Tanned, the firm, curvy body of someone barely more then half her age, she’s a dark eyed, dark haired beauty.  On the other hand, her friend Christina’s a couple years her elder, suggesting she’s just on the ‘big boned’ side’s generous and she’s certainly not nearly as attractive as she sees herself.  Both married, and along with Christina’s sister Charlene, the trio all are going through marital discourse of their own accord, the sisters having used, manipulated her.  In fact, Bonnie has been enticed by the sisters to leave her husband after being guided into adultery and the out of hand usage of her bank account and multitude of credit cards without his knowledge.

       A temporary separation agreed to but still willing to see one another as she tells him she just needs time, wants to sort things out in her own mind, she’s already being passively blackmailed by the sisters (For her own good, they tell her) being threatened that her indiscretions, some embarrassingly documented, will be exposed to him.  Now, under considerable pressure, she’s been forced to agree to be disciplined after spending what turned out to be an intimate night with him.

       The car slowing to a stop behind a parked, dark sedan, the wipers still swiping back and forth across their fogging up windshield, Cristina slides the column shift into park, stares straight ahead momentarily before speaking in a scolding tone.  “I can’t believe you Bonnie.”  She admonishes while slowly shaking her head back and forth.  “After we’ve discussed this after the last time, you still didn’t keep your word, your vow with us.”  Slipping the key from the ignition, glancing over toward her, Christina nods toward the parked car in front of them in the driveway, continues.  “I see Charlene’s already here with my brother and Tim.  They’ll be waiting inside for us… When I told them what I found out you did!… Let’s just say they were really upset with you… Oh, well, let’s get on in the house… Get that punishment you agreed too, started!”  Turning toward Bonnie, reaching across the seat, Christina palms her right hand under Bonnie’s left breast, giving a light squeeze. “You’re not wearing any underwear… Right?”

       A slow affirmative nod, glancing out the passenger window up toward the draped second floor window as she reflexively arches her back, slips her hand on the door handle, Bonnie barely whispers in an annoyed tone.  “No underwear… Chris… Just like you told me too… No underwear.”

       “You understand this is for your own good Bonnie.”  Christina scolds, dropping her hand down across Bonnie’s skirt, patting her fingers across her crotch before opening her door. “Shaved too?”

       “I said I’m shaved… And not wearing any underwear… Okay Christina?… Damn!!”

         “You have to leave him behind… Like we all promised each other.”  Keeping her hand between Bonnie’s legs, staring toward her face, her teary eyes, she continues.  “You’re going to be punished tonight for your own good Bonnie… You’re going to have welts on you that you can’t explain if you even think of being intimate with him again!”  Leaning toward Bonnie, squeezing her thigh, she almost rasps.   “It’s for your own good!... Damn-it!”

       Turning away, opening the car door, stepping out, Cristina walks around the front as Bonnie, still silent, opens her door, shuts it behind her as she again glances blurrily toward the house, again up at the pitch dark upper window centered under the peak of the dark stoned Tudor.  The pair walking through the mist, across the cobblestone walkway to the side entrance, the porch light flicks on as the door’s opened.  Charlene, Christina’s sister with the same physical characteristics, just a couple years younger, stands with her arms crossed before slowly moving aside as Christina steps up the couple flat slate slabs in front of Bonnie, leading her into the kitchen.

       “Do you believe she had sex with him again, Char?”  Christina rasps as she glances back toward Bonnie.  “I found out at work that she let him do her again a couple nights ago!”

       “I know… I know!... I couldn’t believe it either!”  Shaking her head slowly, nodding back toward her younger brother entering the room, Charlene smirks.  “She’s here… Might as well get upstairs… Tim getting everything ready up there?”

       “Oh yea.”  A nod, turning toward the steps, her borderline gothic appearing brother motions with his hand.  “Upstairs Bonnie!”

       Following, still silent, Bonnie counts the steps up toward the second floor, to a single large room, the room of atonement.  The landing leading to that singular, open room, its front window in fact covered with a heavy black drape, its walls soundproofed with similar heavy dark cloth, Bonnie reflexively crosses her chest with her arms as she enters behind the rest.  Glancing over toward the back wall, the discipline area with straps swaying down from eye hooks fastened in the peaked ceiling, dark leather cuffs dangle from their knotted ends.

       She can feel her stomach churning, her heart picking up a beat in the quietness of the foursome surrounding her.  Standing in the middle of the carpeted floor close to the steps, she glances around toward their eyes staring directly toward her as she presses her arms closer against her chest, lowers her head.

       Shuffling across a tray filled with assorted implements, Tim, the owner of the house, himself a long time divorcee is older then the rest.  Slender, somewhat distinguished looking with just a hint of a feminine trait or two, he shares his single bedroom house with Steven, has for some time.  Glancing up, nodding toward Steven, then back toward Bonnie as he handles one of a number of implements, a narrow bamboo shunt, he asks.  “Bonnie… You’ve agreed to be punished… That’s why you’re here tonight with us… Right?”

       A hesitant nod while still starring toward the floor, she whispers.  “Ye…Yes… I agreed.”

       “Okay… Then that’s settled!”  He smirks as he glances at the sisters, back toward Bonnie, swishes the willowy cane back and forth through the air.  “Now… Go stand over there with him where you’ll be striped naked so we can start by whipping your tits with this… Okay?”

       Instantly flushing a beat red, the warmth spreading across her face, glancing at the bamboo, then back down toward the floor, she barley nods her head in the affirmative as her forearms press even tighter against her tingling breasts, the thought of what he just said, the sight of the flailing crop being swished back and forth almost psychosomatically sending flashes of pain across her chest.

       “Do it… Now Bonnie!”  Tim orders as he lays that crop down, picks through a couple others on the tray.

       Before taking a step toward the dangling straps, looking up at them swaying from the ceiling, mouth dry as her lips slightly spread apart, she inhales deeply.  The concern, the humiliation on her face is obvious with the frightening thought of stripping naked in front of them, then the physical pain of her proud breasts being flogged.  But, somehow back in a corner of her mind, she realizes the physical pain’s not as much a concern to her as to the possible visible damage that one of those crops will leave behind, hopefully not permanently.

       Finally she almost mechanically obeys his command in cautious halting steps as she crosses the floor between them.  Her mind’s almost numb, willing herself to allow her body to be stripped naked in front of them, then to be bound, flogged.   Yet again in that same dark corner of her mind, she struggles with the thought that she really deserves her punishment, not for breaking her vow with them, but in breaking her vow with her husband.

       “Line her up… Strip her and cuff her wrists and ankles… Steven.”

       Gripping Bonnie’s wrist, a tug, a spin and a couple, three steps backwards and he has her in position, as ordered. 

       “Chris?… Char?… Want to give your brother a hand there?”  Tim mutters as he checks the feel of a couple more crops, switches.

       Christina quickly stepping on one side, Charlene on the other, Bonnie’s tan wool halter’s stripped off, her firm, symmetrical globes braless.  Her tan oval areolas spread flat,  the nubs of her nipples thick from rubbing against the wool material, her surprisingly large, firm breasts barely sway as her arms are lifted, her wrists cuffed, spread upward above her head.  Unsnapping her black wool skirt, sliding it down over her hips, her bare flawless flesh glistens, totally exposed.  No panties, no stockings, her sandals removed, just her bald pubic mound barely sloping outward above her spreading thighs as the sister’s cuff, tug her ankles apart.

       Momentarily stepping back, Bonnie’s left under the shackles alone.  The room’s quiet as she’s finally completely naked in front of them.  Her dark hair tightly wrapped behind her head, her dark eyes glancing downward toward the floor between her global breasts, her washboard stomach gently rippling on her near perfect hour-glass form.  Tautly stretched in a spread-eagled position, her face, just a hint of makeup, flushed, her separated breasts jaunts outward, nipples hard and pointing apart, ready to be disciplined.

       Steven breaks the silence, approaches her, stuffing a rather smallish bright red ball gag into her mouth as he stands behind her snapping the black strap beneath her braid of hair fashioned above the back of her reddening neck.  “Just to help squelch your screams Bonnie… It’s going to hurt… A lot!”

       Sliding his hands palms inward down against her sides, the curves of her hips, he reaches back up, cups her bare breasts as her stomach quivers, her abs flex beneath her navel.  Pressing his trousers against her bare buttocks as he manipulates her breasts, agitates her puckering nipples, feeling her firm rump press against his thighs, he whispers in her ear.  “I see why Tom still likes to fuck you… We’ll just have to make it hard for you to let him…. Okay?”

       Barely nodding her head as she feels him step back from her, trembling, jaws already aching, practically chocking, even on the smallish ball gag almost loose in her mouth, she watches the others approaching, surrounding her.  Her face flushed, hot, the humiliation unrelenting, she closes her eyes as she lets them see her, feel her, discuss her total nakedness, tell each other, her, how she’s going to be punished.

       Stripped, secured, ready to be flogged, the sisters and their brother collectively take their time stepping around her, the women obviously enjoying the moment as well as the men as for the next couple minutes their hands roam across her bare flesh under the pretense of checking the tension of the stretching bindings.  Cupping her breasts, sliding their fingers, thumbs across her tan, flattened areolas, nipples, spreading her freshly shaven labia, exposing the nub of her clitoris, slipping their hands across the rounded cheeks of her buttocks, they work her naked body, explore her curves, her crevasses as Tim chooses his first implement for her.

       Standing by the tray, he picks out the same slim, willowy bamboo cane, decides to use it first.  Less then three feet in length, the tip narrow enough to bow, he flicks it back and forth, the swishing sound almost a whistle in the silence.  Stepping in front of Bonnie’s tautly stretched body, nodding toward the women to step back as he slides his left forearm tightly up under her bare breasts, he nods toward Steven.  “Stand behind her Steven… Spread her breasts out for me… Spread ‘em apart… Wide apart so I get a good aim at those nice dark nipples.”

       Following his instructions, reaching around and under her up stretched shoulders, Steven palms, grips both globes, squeezing as he separates, forcing her areolas, nipples to spread, the tanned ovals to swell as they lay fully exposed across Tim’s forearm.  “Okay?”

       Holding the stock of the cane in his right hand, Tim mutters.  “That’s good, yea… Squeeze a little tighter… Puff those nipples out… Perfect!... Hold them right there!”

       Staring directly into Bonnie’s widening eyes, he quietly asks.  “Ready Bonnie?... Ready to feel this cane across those titties?... Now I want you to watch… Don’t take your eyes away or I’ll have to do it again… Understand?”  Sensing barely a nod, a muffled grunt, he glances toward Steven.

       Okay then… Ready Steven?... Now let go… Watch your hands!”  Flicking the cane back and forth, he lets it curl into an arc, slicing inward directly in front of, then into the targeted left breast.  “Swish… Thwack!”

       “Oh my God!”  Bonnie gruffly grunts through the gag as the cane slashes into her tit flesh, glances off, leaving a crisp red welt horizontally across her outthrust globe, her shriveling nipple as she lurches forward in the ropes.  “Ooohhh!”  Blinking her eyes, the pain searing through her breast, she tries to block the pain, surreally accept the beginning of her penitence as her teary eyes focus on the instantly rising red welt.

       “You’ve not kept your word, Bonnie.”  Tim scolds as he glances down toward the cane ominously again positioned just a few inches from the center of her other breast, being squeezed, resting securely on his forearm.  “You know you have to be punished… Don’t you?”

       Barely a nod, glancing toward the cane as she can feel the heartbeat in her breast awaiting the release of the cane’s tip again, she mutters, barely audible through the gag.  “Ye… Yes… I’m sorry!... I’m sorry!”

       “Swish… Thwack!”  The curling tip of the cane flicks forward, snaps across the bud of her other nipple, the bamboo burrowing into her flattening breast as Steven leans against her, forces her forward, arching her back, thrusting her breasts outward across Tim’s arm.

       “Aaaggghhh!”  The rasping screech emits from the ball gag, her head jerking, instant tears welling from her darting eyes as the instant welt is traced with tiny dark splotches, the willowy cane almost breaking the flesh as she forces herself to focus on that welt.

       “Now.”  He begins to speak to her in a soft, gentle tone as he again lifts his forearm up under her breasts pushing her bruised nipples even higher as they peek out over his arm.  Aligning the tip of the cane with her left areola again, he gives it’s nipple a couple gentle taps as he continues.  “I think the only way to make sure you keep your word with Christina, Charlene… Is to make sure you don’t want him to see you naked… To have to explain these welts I’m administering to your tits.”

       “Swish… Thwack!... And your ass!”

        “Oomph!”  A guttural groan’s emitted from the mouth gag as Bonnie twists, the cane’s imprint standing out barely above the first welt on her left breast, streaking across her flattened areola as she reflexively tilts her head forward, glares down through her instant tears toward her flogged breasts.

       “Swish… Thwack!... And your pussy!”

       “Ooohhhh!!!”

       “Swish… Thwack!... And anywhere else!”

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!... Damn… Damn it to Hell!!!”  She curses through the gag.    

       “Swish… Thwack!............ Swish… Thwack!............ Swish… Thwack!!!”

       “Uuuummmmppphhh!!!... God!!!... God!!!!... No more!…. Stop!…. Please….  Oh… Please Stop!!!!”  Grunts, screams, pleadings emit from the ball gag as Bonnie twists her naked body, jerks her chest back and forth as her breasts flail across his forearm, the cane slashing across her bare breasts, her swelling nipples as she struggles through the pain, tries to accept it.

       Stopping, holding the cane down toward his side, lowering his forearm, Tim lets her welted breasts drop, bounce, gently sway off her heaving chest, the half dozen or so welts evenly distributed across her firm globes glistening under the ceiling light directly above her stretched body as her tears drip off her chin, across her bare, striped chest.

       “Wipe her breasts down Christina.”  He nods as he lays the cane on the tray.  “Then rub some lotion across her butt cheeks too... They’re next.”

       A white cloth, some alcohol from a plastic container, Christina swipes Bonnie’s tortured breasts back and forth, swabbing under, over, across her raw, bruised nipples while also pressing against the crisscrossing welts scoring both globes.

       “Ohhh!… Ohhh God!…. That hurts!… Oh… My…… God!!!”  Bonnie’s head jerks back as she mutters through the gag, feels the alcohol rubbing, soaking into her raw flesh.  “Aaaggghhh!... That burns… That burns!!!”

       “Oh hold still!… You brought this on yourself… It’s all your fault!”  Charlene scolds as she steps next to Christina, grips Bonnie’s chin in the palm of her hand as she continues.  “Quit whining… Your punishment’s just begun Bonnie!”  Leaning around, smacking Bonnie’s rump with the palm of her free hand, she smirks.  “Your Butt’s next!”  Glancing toward her brother, turning toward Tim as she continues to grip her chin in her fist, she asks.  “We… You going to… To flog her between her legs too… You know... So he can’t do her… You know… Whip her… Her thing too?”

       “You mean her twat… Cunt… Pussy… What?”  Tim chuckles… Yeh… I think she needs her pussy flogged too.”  He smiles.  “We’ll whip it good and hard so it stays swollen for awhile…. That way she might want it, but won’t be able to have sex for awhile… With anyone!... I guarantee that!”

       “Hear that?”  Charlene grins, virtually face to face with Bonnie as she squeezes her chin, her cheeks just a little firmer, harsher.  “You hear that?... We’re going to burn up your… Your pussy up, too Bonnie!... That’ll work for me!... How ‘bout you?”

       Twisting her head back and forth, her arms, legs tautly stretching in their bindings, her naked body past glistening, heavily perspiring as the searing alcohol from the soaked clothe streaks across, drips off from her bare flesh onto the floor between her spread feet as she tiptoes.  Stretching as she can only grunt through the saliva soaked ball gag, her drool slings down from the gag, clinging to her shimmering breasts.

       Picking through, choosing what could possibly be a leather barber’s strap from the tray, folding it evenly and snapping it through the air, Tim steps behind Bonnie, motions for Christina and Charlene to position themselves to either side of her.  “Hold her hips back… I want a good shot at those round rumps!”  He sarcastically orders.  “I think maybe a half dozen before we center our attention between her legs.”

       Charlene, standing to Bonnie’s left, presses her left hand across Bonnie’s navel, her right hand down across her thigh just below the fold of her butt cheek as Christina’s open palm slips across Bonnie’s pubic mound, her fingers of her other hand sliding against her sister’s just below Bonnie’s buttocks.

       “Ready?”  Tim asks, the tan strap dangling, swaying back and forth as he centers himself, glances toward Steven, nods toward Bonnie.  “Steven… Grip her tits again… Hold her tight.”

       Stepping in front of Bonnie, palming both glistening, welted breasts, twisting, squeezing, Steven holds firm as he spreads his legs, his shoes scuffing against her bare ankles, braces himself.  “Ready!”

       Encircled by the group, her breasts, buttocks firmly griped, Bonnie glares straight ahead through her watering eyes, over Steven’s shoulder toward the stairwell as she braces herself.  “Thwack!”

       Jerking, barely moving in the others tight grips, she virtually bites the gag as she grunts. “Oomph!”

       Stepping back a step, inspecting the long, wide five inch wide welt almost horizontal across her thrust out rump, he again slowly positions himself, this time slightly to the left.

       The strap flexes, elongates as he flicks his forearm.   Twirling through the air, flattening against, sinking into the bare flesh of her right butt cheek, the flat leather’s smacking sound resonates throughout the room. “Thwack!”

       “Aaaggghhh!!”  Another grunt, higher pitched as Bonnie’s head jerks forward, her chin pressing against her sternum between Steven’s gripping fists tugging at her bulging breasts as her hips flex, the ropes binding her spread limbs creaking, twisting.

       Another quick inspection, another wide welt appears at a slightly tilted angle overlapping the first stroke on her right buttock.

       “Grip tighter.”  He almost quietly orders, glancing individually from one to the other as he lets the strap sway back and forth beside his right calf.  “Grip whatever you can to hold her still… Whatever you want to use to hold her by.”

       Glancing toward one another, sharing smirks, Charlene slides her left hand downward, pressing her palm into Bonnie’s inner thigh, letting her thumb jam inward until the tip disappears inside her spread slit.  Following suite, Christina slips a hand across Bonnie’s backside, rams her thumb upward, past the puckered rim of Bonnie’s rectum.

       Hoarse, muffled grunts mix with Bonnie’s saliva as Steve joins in, lessens the tension, grips firmer and harshly twists her shimmering globes, watches the swollen nipples bulge even more.     

         “Okay… Ready?”  Tim asks as he aligns himself in front of Bonnie, her toes barely touching the floor.  “Let’s nail her pretty good here… Then it’s on to her cunt!”

       “Thwack!... Thwack… Thwack…………Thwack!!!”   Three quick, crisp lashings, followed hesitantly by a forth.  Backhanded, forehanded, another forehand, finished with another backhand as Bonnie’s body quivers, twists as she’s held tight by her breasts, orifices.

       “Aaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh!”  A seemingly endless shriek, guttural, hoarse echoes across the room as the trio holds her firm while Tim flexes the strap back and forth, steps over to the tray as he quips.  “Okay… Let her go for a few minutes… Take a break for awhile… Let her think about what’s coming next, huh Bonnie?”

       Releasing Bonnie’s breasts, watching them bounce, sway in front of her arched chest, Steven steps back as his sisters also slide their hands away, their finger, thumb slipping out from between her twitching thighs.  The trio steps over toward the tray, Tim.  Letting her hang spread-eagled in her restraints, the balls of her feet resting on the floor as moisture beads, streaks down off her bruised bare flesh while the foursome head for the steps together, down to the kitchen.

       Watching them descending the stairs, her stretched body aches, her wrists, ankles chaffing in the leather cuffs as the group leaves her sight.  Glancing down across her bare breasts, toward the stinging red welts, her swollen nipples, the alcohol’s remnants still burn as it mixes with her perspiration.  The welts aren’t as harsh as she thought they could be, she thinks to herself, hopefully just a few days of bruising before disappearing altogether.  Left alone for awhile, the warmth from her back side isn’t quite as painful, the wide strap lashed across her butt more forgiving then the cane slashed across her boobs.  Her real concern now is what’s next, what she’s going to be punished with between her legs, her shaven vagina when they come back upstairs to continue.

       Minutes pass, even longer as she occasionally hears them downstairs.  Wondering when they’re coming back up, realizing that even more severe pain’s still in store for her, still in a way she almost wishes they’ll hurry up, get it over with. The aches, pains becoming more of a discomfort as her arms seem to becoming partially numb, the burning sensations passed, the sting of the flogging more a dull ache as she again thinks about her punishment, dwells on the atonement for her indiscretions.

       Glancing again down toward her welts, knowing she’ll have more between her thighs, she still can’t help worrying about going home, concealing her body for the next few days, its bruises, welts for at least a few days, maybe even a week or more.  Trying to think of ways to insure her deception, to hide the unexplainable, the metal anguish seems even more painful then the physical abuse being heaped on her.  She’s forced herself to believe she deserves the pain, yet how to conceal it from the very person she’s receiving it for, for deceiving him gnaws at her.  Closing her eyes, trying to breathe, she lets her body go limp; gently sway under her taut arms as she listens for the footsteps on the stairs, tries to let her mind go blank.

       More minutes pass, the quietness of the room surrounding her as she barely sways back and forth, the feeling now completely gone from her arms.  Feeling her drool dripping across her breasts, her chest, she tries to wipe her chin on her shoulders as she hears the footsteps, their voices.  Opening he eyes, staring toward the stairs, she silently watches as each finally enters the room in single file.

       “Get her ready.”  She hears Tim’s voice as he steps behind her, watches as Christina and Charlene step toward her, each with a vial of salve.

       Feeling their hands sliding between her thighs as they kneel in front, behind her, her body reflexively jerks before trembling, quivering as their fingers spread the cold lotion into the crease of her buttocks up to her pubic mound.  Their fingers spreading, massaging, manipulating her sensitive flesh between her legs, she feels her labia folds stretched apart, her vagina, rectum probed front and rear, fingers sliding in and out as the salve mounts, builds between her thighs, is packed deep inside her orifices.

       Biting into the ball gag, chewing, gnawing on it  as her body responds to what amounts to her being masturbated, she begins to grunt, her hips begin to flex.  Staring downward between her breasts, toward her hardening nipples jiggling, on down at the kneeling sisters working her, she feels her face continuing to flush as the familiar stirring deep inside her womb becomes obvious with her reflexive tremors.  The pleasure overriding her pain; she struggles to block the sensations.  Biting the gag, clinching her fingernails into her palms, she centers on that pain as her thighs tremble, jerk.  Just as her stomach’s tremors become a steady ripple, the sister’s finish, and step back.

       Her body tingling, twitching, she tenses as she hears a click, senses a flash, another click, another flash.  Glancing across her shoulder, at Steven with a camera in his hand, stepping around, in front of her, snapping, snapping, she reflexively jerks her head away.  Twisting as she realizes she’s being photographed, she grunts through the gag, glares over at Tim, the sisters.

       “Just a record of your little discipline session Bonnie!”  Christina smiles.  “Something to help you keep your promises to us in the future.”

       “Yes Bonnie.”  Tim smiles as he steps in front of her, an ominous dark leather riding crop in his right hand as he kneels, spreads her labia folds apart with his thumb, index finger.  “There’ll be more when we get done flogging that tight little wet pussy of yours with this!”  Flipping his wrist, the crop slices forward.  “Thwack!”

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”   Shrieking though her ball-gag, the searing pain jolting like an electrical shock through her womb, she bucks in her restraints as the crop’s tip borrows into her exposed clit.

       “Thwack!”

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”

       “Thwack!”

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”

       Back and forth, the crop slices across one labia fold; the other as he releases his fingers, backhands the crop between her spread thighs.

       “Swish…Thwack!... Swish…Thwack!... Swish…Thwack!... Swish…Thwack!... Swish…Thwack!!!”

       “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!”

       One long constant shriek as Bonnie’s naked body flails in her restraints, the sound of the crop resonating in her mind as the concussion of the leather biting into her vagina ripples throughout her stretched body.

       “Thwack!”

       “Gaaaaaaaddddddd!!!!”

       One final slash, a harsh, vicious slash, directly across her battered clit, one last pitiful yelp as she goes limp, Tim stands, drops the crop on the tray.  Glancing down at his handiwork, toward the already swollen, purplish flesh of her vulva, he turns toward Christina.  “Go ahead, coat a glob of salve down there, she needs it.”  Turning toward Charlene, he adds.  “Take the gag from her mouth.”  Turning toward Steven, he nods.  “Pictures first, after her gags removed.”

       A few more clicks, flashes of the digital camera after Charlene slips the gag out from Bonnie’s slobbering mouth and Christina begins swabbing a palm of salve between Bonnie’s quivering thighs, across the warmth of her swollen, discolored vagina.

       “Well.”  Tim smiles.  “She won’t be fucking for awhile… That’s for sure… We made certain of that!”  Stepping in front of Bonnie, snapping a capsule, whiffing it back and forth beneath her nostrils, he glances into her blinking, reddened eyes as her head jerks.

       “All done… For now Bonnie… In a couple minutes you’ll be uncuffed and you can dress so Chris can take you home… Okay?”  Holding her chin in the palm of his hand, leaning across, again glancing into her hazed eyes, he asks again.  “Okay?”  Getting a slow, painful nod and he drops his hand, lets her head slump forward between her bruised breasts.  Watching as Christina finishes up, letting Steven help with the cuffs, Bonnie’s unshackled, assisted to a chair in the corner.

       Barely able to walk, bent over, she squats, barely groans with each obviously painful step as she keeps her knees spread apart.  Feeling herself wiped down with a couple terrycloth towels, her skirt, halter slipped back across her aching, bruised flesh, the sandals slipped back onto her feet, she finds herself still in a daze as she’s led down the stairs, Steven in front, Tim in the rear.  Fighting back tears, the pain excruciating between her thighs, yet the anguish of the thoughts of the consequences of the photographs already haunting her, she realizes the depth of despair she’s allowed herself to be led too.

       Led outside to Christina’s car, the mist more now a steady shower, her bare shoulders glisten as she’s turned to set back across the car seat.  Legs lifted inward, she’s left to slump back in the seat with her arms almost limp at her sides, her hands resting palms up on the seat cover.  Christina sliding into the driver’s seat, shutting her door, leans over toward Bonnie.

       “Ready to go home… Girl?”  She asks as Tim stands beside the open door, Steven, Charlene behind him.  “Want to see some pictures first?”  Glancing toward her brother, reaching for the camera, she holds it in front of Bonnie’s swollen eyes.

       Flicking its buttons, the vision of Bonnie’s naked spread-eagled body flicks by, picture after picture of her, close-ups of her breasts, her vagina, the expressions on her face.  Handing the digital camera back to Steven, she nudges Bonnie’s shoulder.  “He’ll have you some copies made for your scrape book too… Okay?... And by the way… Let me run this past you… Just to stay on the safe side… I think we’ll make this a weekly event … Maybe if you’re good all week… Before your discipline session… Maybe one of these guys here will fuck you if you want!... Or maybe we can use a nice dildo on you instead… I know that’s okay with you… Isn’t it!... Bonnie… I said isn’t it?... Damn girl… There’s all kind of possibilities now!... Isn’t there?... Shit… You just might learn to use every hole you’ve got there on all of us with enough practice!”

       Staring straight ahead into the rain across the windshield, Christina on one side of her, the others looking in the open door on her other, obeying, slowly nodding her head, a tear streaks down her cheek.  The door shutting, the car started, backed out of the drive into the rain pattering across the gaslight street, Bonnie watches numbly through the swiping wiper blades into the darkness, fighting back tears, suppressing the disgusting thoughts of her future.

End Part 1 

           

         

          

ATONEMENT

Bonnie faces her weekly session for the second time, the threat of being disclosed, the photographs of her made public making her involvement indubitable.

Chapter Two

       Head tilted back with her long auburn hair in a tight bun above her arching shoulders, she allows herself to be bound naked by Tim and Steven on either side of her while Christina and Charlene watch.  Her hands pressed together palms inward in the supple black leather forming a single bondage sleeve securing her arms behind her back, she struggles to maintain her balance as the row of leather straps are adjusted, snapped shut one at a time starting upward from her wrists.  Forearms painfully forced together by Steven, she feels the straps fastened by Tim, feels her spreading breasts swaying, quivering back and forth as she’s jerked about between them.   Elbows tugged, twisted, firmly pressed together, feeling the strain of those tensioning straps being jerked, adjusted, her shoulders burn as they’re forcefully secured behind her.

       The sisters directly in front of her, Charlene letting a fingertip glide, flick across one of Bonnie’s bare nipples while Christina casually palms, squeezes the other twitching mound, Bonnie twists her head, craning her neck forward, hesitantly glances down at their hands manipulating her breasts.  Her hardening nipples jiggling, separating as her torso thrusts further outward with each jerk of a tensioning strap as the leather sleeve’s nearly aligned to Tim’s satisfaction, she continues biting her lower lip.  Softly shaking her head back and forth as she feels her shoulders pressed even more painfully together as the final strap’s snapped into place, a tear streaks down across her cheek as Christina harshly pinches her nipple, turns her to face the stairwell before stepping toward the hanging ropes along with her sister.

       As the pain mounts, she thinks to herself how it’s another Friday night; another forced appointment in the atonement room again being kept as she keeps her eyes focused on the floor, staring downward between her spread breasts, at the faint bruising of the week old whip marks barely visible across her naked flesh.  Feeling herself being jerked backwards a few shuffling steps by Steven gripping the bondage sleeve behind her, positioned under the familiar ropes dangling down from either side of the pitched ceiling, she remains silent, allows her body to be manipulated as Christina, Charlene each  grip a breast, tightly squeezing, tugging them apart.  A couple leather collars in hand, Tim steps in front of her, straps the first deeply around her left breast, the other around her right with the sister’s releasing their grips as the leather tightens into her tit flesh.

       A tug or two, alternating back and forth with the encircling collars, Bonnie struggles to remain balanced, feels the tightening pain of the narrow leather bands as her breasts already thrusting outward now stand upright, forming discoloring, almost round symmetrical globes as her areolas flatten beneath the buds of her thickening nipples.  Nervously glancing from side to side she watches the sisters each grabbing a swaying rope, unsnapping the wrist cuffs, holding the rope’s dangling ends out toward Tim.  Seeing him take Charlene’s rope first, frantically watching, feeling her left breast being palmed, the rope’s eyelet snapped closed to the ‘O’ ring in its encircling collar, she quickly glances toward the other rope as he does the same with it, giving it a tug while palming, lifting her right breast as Steven, still behind her lifts upward on the bondage sleeve, twisting and centering her between the stretching ropes, forcing her to tiptoe onto the balls of her feet.  Its eyelet fastened to the other collar, the taut ropes form a ‘V’ from her stretching breasts up toward the slanted ceiling above her.

       Struggling to balance, to keep the weight off from her straining breasts, she tiptoes gingerly back and forth as she twists, almost swaying under the taut, creaking ropes as the group steps back from her naked body.

       “You ready?”  Tim asks as he steps forward, cups Bonnie’s breasts in the palms of his hands.  “I see these have healed up rather nicely… Has Tom seen ‘em since their flogging?”

       Almost glaring back, shaking her head slowly back and forth, her tone on the verge of sarcastic, she gruffly answers.  “No… No he hasn’t!”

       Slipping a hand down between her thighs, a finger tip a knuckle deep into her parting slit, he continues staring her directly into her eyes as he asks.  “This…Has he had any of this?”

       “No!... Damnit!... He hasn’t…. No one…. No one has!”  She blurts, shaking her head, glancing toward the sisters, their brother off to the side as her legs jerk, her body twists in the creaking ropes.  “No!”

       Glancing over toward Christina, his finger still between Bonnie’s thighs, a hand cupping her breast, the thumb pressing against her swelling nipple, Tim asks.  “She been good this week?”

       Shaking her head slowly back and forth, glancing from him, back to Bonnie, Christina answers.  “Not really, Tim… She’s been kind of a bitch at work… Complained about being sore most of the week… Didn’t like me checking ‘em… And I think she’s actually not to happy about the pictures… I guess!”

       “Really?”  He answers, glancing back toward Bonnie, twisting her breast with the one hand, jamming inward to his second knuckle with his index finger, pressing his thumb against her clit at the same time with the other, he scolds.  “That right Bonnie?”

       “Oomph!”  Jerking, lowering her head as the soreness of last week’s discipline session quickly becomes this session’s pain, she grunts.  “I’m… I’m okay… I’m okay!”

       “You know we can show him a range of those photos anytime… You know… What you looked like after your session.”  Tim scorns as he leans closer, face to face.  “He can see the graphic pictures of what this body looked like after a workout with the whips, you know.”  He rasps as he feels her thighs trembling as he pinches her clit, feels the tension of the rope resonating through her bulging breast as he twists a little harsher with his squeezing fist.  “Maybe we were a little too gentle on you last week… Maybe this week we’ll have to ratchet it up a notch or two!”

       “Uugghh!... Oomph!”  Another grunt, groan as she twists in her restraints, his hands punishing her bare flesh.

        “Yes… I think last week was just a warm-up…  And you better learn to obey Christina a little better when she tells you to expose whatever she wants to inspect… Anytime… Anywhere… Even at work!”  He adds as he drops his arms, steps toward the tray against the far wall.  Un-packaging a couple syringes from their cellophane packages, a couple cotton swabs, a container of alcohol and he steps back with his hands full.

       Letting Christina help as Steven steps behind their bondaged victim, holds her steady by her hips, Tim slips his open hand around Bonnie’s left globe, encircling her areola, nipple with his thumb and fingers.  Glancing toward Christina as he lifts the needle, he nods as she dips a cotton swab, swipes it across Bonnie’s held breast.  Slipping the tip of the needle against her tan oval of flesh, getting a strong whiff of the alcoholic solution as he glances toward her face, toward her wide eyes glaring at the needle, he slips the glistening stem across the front of her breast as Steven holds her steady from behind.  

         “Wha… What… My God!… What are you!… You going to do to!… To me?”  Bonnie grunts, obviously knowing the answers as her voice breaks, the needle scraping across her areola, toward the nub of her nipple stiffening in his grip.  Heart pounding, encircled by the group as she notices Charlene handling the digital camera, she feels the razor sharp tip of the needle pressing into the side of her hard nub, press inward.

       “We’re going to pierce it… Then the other.”  Tim calmly states… Then mount a nice set of rings in them.”

       “God… No!... Don’t Damn-it!… Don’t do it!!........Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Trying to twist, unable to keep her eyes off the needle pricking into her engorging nipple, feeling its tip sinking into the side of the swollen nub without yet breaking the skin, she feels the initial probing, then the instantaneous searing pain as he jams inward.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Another scream as she jerks her head back, feels the needle ramming completely through, its sharp tip stretching, puncturing its way through the other side, the  reddened tip scraping across the flat surface of her areola.

       “Oh come on… It’s only a little needle Bonnie!”  He scolds as he aligns the not so little needle horizontally across her rounded breast, just a trickle of blood dripping from her nipple as Christina swabs the soaked cotton swab back and forth across her punctured skin, the alcohol searing into her pierced flesh.

       Biting her lip as her nipple burns, turning her head as she closes her eyes, she feels his hand gripping her other breast, feels a needle being slid across the surface of the areola, pricked against the nub of the other nipple as she grunts.  “Please… Please it hurts!... No!.... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”

       Jerking her hips, twisting in Steven’s grip behind her, feeling the needle probing into, through her nipple,  jamming, twisting, finally  breaking through the other side, she feels the burning cotton swab pressed against that piercing. “Damn!... Damn!... Damn it!!... Oomph!”

       “Now… That wasn’t so bad now… Was it?”  Tim grins as he cups her cheeks with his fingers, thumb, her chin resting in the palm of his hand as he stares into her welling eyes, just a trace of a tear streaking down, dripping from her chin as she’s forced to stare back at him between her stretching, bound breasts, the pair of needles neatly aligned through her quivering nipples, virtually eye level with her face.

       “Now for the rest.”  He smiles as he releases her chin, steps toward the tray, opens a small box, shuffles through it, picks up a pliers type tool off the tray.  Turning, stepping back in front of Bonnie, he holds a dangling gold chain between his fingers, thumbs, stretches it apart between the pair of mounted ‘O’ rings.  “These are for you to wear.”

       Feeling her hips again pressured as Steven grips her from below her waist, she watches between her straining globes as Tim slips the needle from her left nipple, spreads an ‘O’ ring in the end of the chain with the spreader pliers, slips an end into the piercing.  Turning, sliding it through, he releases the plier’s tip, the ring snapping shut into a sealed, gold oval.  Reaching for her other breast, slipping the needle out, sliding the spread ring through, he lets it spring shut from the pliers, steps back.

       Breasts pounding, thumping with each heartbeat, she glances between her bulging globes, the heavy gold links swaying from nipple to nipple, tugging, stretching them downward as the chain dangles a couple inches out off her thrust out sternum.

       Pictures snapping, Charlene getting different angles, Bonnie’s naked body helplessly poses for the group of pictures.  Tiptoeing under the taut ropes stretching at her chained breasts, her naked body glistens with her arms severely arched behind her in the black bondage sleeve as she reflexively tries to avoid the camera with her eyes.

       Stepping around her, the other three inspect his handiwork as Charlene snaps another occasional close-up shot or so.  The rings perfectly centered through the nubs of her nipples, not quite as large as her areolas as they lay flat across them, the chain stretching in a slight loop, just heavy enough to tug at her breasts, to twist the nipples slightly inward, Bonnie feels the strain on the fresh piercings as her breasts bulge shoulder high in their leather collars.

       “Now Bonnie.”  Tim steps in front of her, speaks.  “Now it’s time for a decision.”  Letting his fingertip slide across the chain, one side to the other, resting for a moment, back the other way, letting his finger flick the chain back and forth, glancing and nodding toward the others individually, he asks.  “Who do you want to fuck you tonight?”

       Blurry eyed, staring disgustedly back toward him between her ballooning globes quivering from the weight of the chain jiggling between them, the stretching ropes creaking as they pull at her breasts, she doesn’t answer, just glares through her welling tears as she slowly shakes her head back and forth.

       Slowly tugging down on the chain, stretching her nipples downward, further downward by the ‘O’ rings as her breasts bulge I the leather collars, he again asks.  “Do you want fucked by a strap-on by one of the girls… Or fucked by a man?... Answer!”  Tugging downward in a continuous pull, stretching her elongated nipples painfully harsher by the chain tugging at her fresh piercings, he stares back at her, asks again.  “Who do you want to fuck you now… Bonnie?”

       “You!!!... You!!!...  Oh Damn it!”  She blurts out, nods, her breasts searing with pain as she balances on the tips of her toes, an awkward prance back and forth, her nipples pulsing as she feels the rings tearing at her nipples, burning from the piercings as she feels him stretching the chain, give it a harsh yank.  “I… I want… You too!... You!!... Okay?... Oomph!”

       Releasing the chain with a flick, turning, smiling toward the others with a wink, he again turns back toward Bonnie.  “Well then… I guess I’m flattered!”   Sliding his hand down her thigh, letting his fingers slip between her legs, he shoves his thumb between her moist slit.  “Seems like you’re already a little wet Bonnie.”

       Glancing toward her discolored globes, trickles of blood dripping from the nubs of both pierced nipples, he glances toward Christina.  “Another swab… Clean these tits up before I mount her, okay?… Steven?... Get that Whartenburg wheel from the tray… Keep her on her toes while I fuck her… Work her… Right up there across her jugs.”  Glancing toward Charlene, he adds.  “The camera ready?”

       The burning pain of the alcohol soaked swab swiping back and forth across her breasts, the raw nipples impaled by the ‘O’ rings, Bonnie jerks, grunts as her eyes turn to Steven’s hands, the glistening little tool in his right, the multiple sharp tips forming a sinister wheel.  Again sensing a couple flashes of the camera, turning her head away, she feels the swab pulled away, the needles of the wheel pressing into, rolled across the upper curve of her bound left breast just above her tautly stretched areola.  “Oomph!... Oh… God!… Oomph!... Agghhhh!!”  Wide eyed, following the wheel, grunting as the multiple micro specks of blood trail behind the rolling instrument as it’s manipulated back, just across the upper edge of her tan areola, then back again, the crisscrossing trail practically over the upper edge of the nub of her nipple, the pain escalates with each roll. “Please!... That hurts!... Oomph!”

       Her hips gripped, Tim pressing against her thighs, she feels his shaft pressing between her thighs.  The wheel held motionless just above her pierced nub, she glances forward into Tim’s face as he speaks.

       “Show enthusiasm if you don’t want Steven to work those tits Bonnie.”  Tim scowls, nodding at the wheel firmly resting just above her oozing nipple as he slowly thrusts inward, the head of his shaft slipping into her spreading orifice.   “You’d better do the work… Show us how good of fuck you are or its needles will roll right across those raw nipples of yours Bonnie!... Understand?...  I said… Understand Bonnie?”

       A nod, a weak whimper as Bonnie glances toward the wheel, feels his shaft pressing between her thighs into her spreading slit as she tiptoes, sways backward with the ropes stretching, creaking above her bulging breasts.  “I… I understand… Yes… Yes Tim!... I do!”

       “Okay then… Start fucking me then!”  He smirks as he lets his hands rest on the sides of her damp thighs, feels her hips barely jerk, thrusting forward, his manhood slipping another couple inches inside her as her legs tremble.  Staring into her swollen eyes, barely a smile on his face, he orders.  “Deeper… Harder!... Understand?”

       Catching the wheel being rolled out from the corner of her eye as it painfully presses against her raw nipple, she jerks forward, tiptoeing as she forces her hips against Tim’s.  “Ohhh. Yes… Yes I… I understand!... Ouch… Oomph!!... Okay!... Get that off my nipple… Please!!... Oh God… Okay… Okay!!”   She pleads as the needles prick her flesh.”  Twitching, pumping, feeling his cock borrowing deeper inside her, she closes her eyes, twists her face away as she again thrusts forward.

       “That’s better… Much better Bonnie…. Umm!”  Tim responds to her motions as he presses firmly forward, feels his cock being encircled by her moist, tight orifice, feels her warm vagina walls flexing, stretching at his foreskin.  “Keep pumping!… Yes!... Keep fucking me like that and you’ll save these tits a lot of abuse!.. Oh yes!!””  He grunts, rocks forward, reaches around her shoulders gripping the bondage sleeve, grunts as he glances toward Tim, the wheel resting on her quivering mound just above the glistening ‘O’ ring as his chest presses against the chain swaying between her breasts while he pulls her forward.

       “Mount me all the way… Shove!!… Fuck me harder Bonnie!!... Yes… Yes…. Oh yes!!!”  He moans as he tugs at her, feels her hips slipping back and forth against his, forming a forceful rhythm as he stares at her face, her head remaining turned, her eyes away from the flashing camera even as she rams her hips against him.  Feeling his engorging shaft enveloped, watching her lips part as she grunts, rides his cock in and out, he presses closer, feels her hard, round breasts pressing against his chest, the chains flattening between them as Tim lifts the wheel away, steps back.

       Grunting, thrusting, flexing her thighs, she feels herself virtually suspended by the ropes binding her breasts as she engulfs his throbbing shaft burrowing deeper and deeper inside her.  Head tilting back, her face twisting from side to side below the creaking ropes, tiptoeing from foot to foot on the balls of her feet, adamantly jerking her hips back and forth as her breasts stretch upward, she senses her own moans, the pain fading, a stirring deep inside her womb.  “Uum… Ooohh!… Oomph… Omph!!”  Their rasping grunts mixes with each others as her throbbing clit grinds against his thrusting shaft.  More thrusting, more pounding as their bodies grind together, the camera flashing as Charlene circles the grunting pair.

       His hands sliding from the bondage sleeve as they hump, slip across her hard, oval breasts, the chain dangling as she twists, sways with his body pressing even closer.  Blurry eyed, hair fraying from the tight bun behind her head, she rasps for breath as she’s hoisted off her feet, her legs wrapping around his hips, her swaying body tilting backwards, swaying from the stretching, spreading ropes binding her bulging globes.  A few more hectic moments, both bodies trembling, their hips pressing together as his shaft pulses, spurts, spurts again and again deep inside her, his hot cum gushing, dripping down her thighs between strokes as the camera continues to click away.

       “Aaaahhhhhhh!... God… Oh God!!”  Grunting, swaying free with her feet dropping to the floor, head hanging back, she twists in the ropes as he steps back, slips his glistening shaft from between her quivering thighs.  Panting, slowly raising upward on her weakened knees, she glances around at the camera, the flash in her eyes, lowers her face between the ropes, toward the swaying chain swaying between her puffy nipples.

       Her naked body glistens, perspiration mixing across her discolored globes with the slightest crimson coloring of the rows of needle pricks.  Dripping from the encircling collars, streaks of moisture crisscross downward across her stomach, pubic mound as she slowly twists, sways.  A couple more snaps of the camera, Charlene steps back with a smirk, finished.

       “Clean her up… Untie her tits.”  Tim orders as he steps into the restroom, shuts the door.

       Christina on one side, Charlene on the other as Tim steps behind her, un-strapping the collars, Bonnie’s held by her waist as her breasts drop, bounce, the chain jiggling between her spread nipples.  Discolored, aching, she glances down between them, at the gold chain hanging from the sparkling ‘O’ rings as she feels Steven un-strapping the bondage sleeve from the top down.  Arms’ bordering on numb as she’s gruffly jerked with each strap, the circulation sends a stinging sensation through her limbs as the leather’s loosened.  The sisters, towels in hand, swipe the white terry-clothes across her naked body, Christina above Bonnie’s waist, Charlene’s below.

       The unbound black sleeve slipped off, her body wiped down, she stands arms slumped toward her sides, slowly flexing her fingers, head lowered.  Legs still trembling, the chain still dancing between her swaying breasts, she glances up, sees the restroom door open, Tim stepping out.  Cleaned up, dressed, he steps toward her, glances at the other three, nods his approval.

       “Good job.”  Slipping his fingers across the chain, glancing at the ‘O’ rings, he smiles.  “You’re going to wear these all week Bonnie… Might need to wear looser tops, or thicker to hide ‘em… Don’t think you’ll want to explain them to him… Will you?... Remember… No bras all week!”  Without waiting for an answer, he turns toward the rest.  “Help her get dressed Chris… Get her out of here… Next week I think she needs fucked by a dildo up her ass… A nice big thick strap-on by one of you girls… Yea…  Way up her ass… Deep… Don’t you think?... We’ll pierce that clit of hers next week too… Chain it to her tits!”

       Glancing into Bonnie’s unbelieving eyes, he adds.  “Next week’s session’s going to be a long, harsh, painful one!... Now I bet that’s really going to give you something to think about all this coming week… Isn’t it?”

End Part 2

                

       

       

       

       

        

       

         

ATONEMENT

Christina has her own little private session with Bonnie.  Just the two of them in Christina’s basement with a belt and an incline board as Bonnie’s ‘exercised’ naked.

Chapter Three

       Their work day over, Christina orders Bonnie to her house for a couple hours without telling her why.  Not given a choice, knowing it’s not going to be good, Bonnie reluctantly follows her home.  Walking down into Christina’s basement, the sit-up board caddy corner against the far wall of the old hand laid rock foundation, Bonnie turns as Christina flips on the bare bulb hanging from the exposed wire running across the wooden beams angled in the ceiling.  The unshielded light glaring down into the musty room casts shadows around the outer edges, across the uneven stone floor.

       “Well… Go ahead and strip… Its exercise time.”  Christina smirks as she steps around Bonnie.  “I think we’ll start with some sit-ups… Okay?... Now do it… Take off those damn clothes!”

       Frustrated, irritated, yet realizing she doesn’t have a choice, Bonnie hesitantly obeys. Slowly slipping her oversized top up off her shoulders, without a bra as ordered, the gold chain dangles between her breasts from the ‘O’ rings stretching at her sore nipples. Silently dropping her top to the floor next to the wall, she leans and slips her shorts down across her hips, over her gym shoes and stands.

       “Shoes too.”

       Glancing scornfully toward Christina, slowly shaking her head back and forth while obeying, slipping off her right, left shoes, she stands with an arm folded defiantly across her chained breasts, embarrassingly covering her altered globes in front of her.  Staring toward the incline board as she drops the shoes and shorts into an accumulating pile, she then drops a hand across her thong.

       “Panties too Bonnie… This is a completely naked workout.”

       Following Christina’s orders, almost ripping the panties down off her hips, dropping them across her shoes, she again forcefully crosses an arm across her breasts, a hand in front of her freshly shaven pubic mound as she glances toward the board over in the corner.

       “Hands behind your head… Let’s see those pierced tits and that shaved pussy before we get started.”  Christina smirks as she crosses her arms, stares into Bonnie’s eyes.  “And push those tits out for me… Stretch that chain while you spread those legs too.”

       Angrily gripping her fists together behind her neck, spreading her legs, Bonnie feels her face flush as the chain dangles then stretches between her spreading breasts, tugging at her ‘O’ ringed nipples as her shoulders arch back.  Glaring toward Christina, her heart pounding, knowing Christina’s intentionally trying to push her buttons, she waits for what seems like minutes as Christina slowly strolls around her, inspects her naked body.

       “Okay… That’s the board.”  Christina points toward the slanting board.  “Lay back on it, hands up on the grips…. Then raise those legs straight up toward the ceiling… And don’t bend them.”

       Kneeling, sitting on the slanted board, laying back and reaching above her, Bonnie grips the round tubular knee extensions on either side.  Flattening out, stretching her legs downward, adjusting herself as she slides on the board, she stretches her naked body out taut, the chain glistening as it quivers between her bare breasts.  Feet rising, legs arching upwards, she feels her arms tugging above her head as her fingers grip around the tubes.  Legs still curling, her stomach muscles tensing as her hips rise with her bowing back, she watches her feet lift toward the ceiling, her toes pointing upward as she contorts, holds her breath.

       “Okay… We’ll start with a few simple leg exercises.”  Christina instructs as she kneels, places her hand across Bonnie’s quivering navel, the other against an uplifted thigh.  “What we’re going to do is to stay in order… Each time I smack you across your stomach with a belt, you’ll lower your legs… Understand?”

       Glancing up toward Christina, the black leather belt lying on the floor beside the inclined board, Bonnie’s heart pounds as she hesitantly nods, glances up toward her swaying feet as Christina forces her leg even further upward.  Still angry, she also begins to feel the queasiness in the pit of her stomach as she senses what’s coming.

       “Now… Each time I smack you across your tits with that belt there.”  Christina continues as she stands up, positioning herself beside the slanted board.  “You’ll raise your legs until they’re straight up in the air… Understand?... Now explain how this is going to work Bonnie.”

       Again glancing toward the leather belt curled next to them on the floor, barely shaking her head back and forth, her heart now racing after hearing Christina’s orders, she mutters. “Smack me across my… My stomach… I… I lower my legs… And… And smack me across my… My breasts… I raise my legs up… Straight up.”

       “Very good girlfriend!... Now let’s get started.”  Christina smirks as she leans beside Bonnie, picks up the belt, uncurls it.

        ‘Thwack!’

       “Oomph!”  The belt slapping across the chain, flattening both nipples, Bonnie grunts as she hesitates, the sharp pain resonating through her sore breasts, stretched all day by the chain hanging down from between them.  Slowly raising her legs upward, she presses her feet together as her anger begins to turn to concern.

       ‘Smack!’  A second crack of the belt across Bonnie’s bare breasts as Christina scowls.  “Higher then that Bonnie… I said straight up… And don’t bend those knees…. Keep them straight… Understand?”

       Jerking her legs straight upward, nodding her head as she arches on her backside, Bonnie barely mutters.  “Yea....Umph!… Yes I… I understand Chris!... Okay!... Okay!”

       ‘Thwack!’

       “Oomph!”  Bonnie grunts again as the belt smacks across her hollowed stomach, jolts her breath with the surprising sting across her flexing navel.  Lowering her legs in unison, feeling her heels touching the floor together, she flattens back on the inclined board, her abs rippling, breasts swaying toward her sides, stretching the chain between her nipples as her tit flesh’s already splotched with the impressions of the flat belt.  Almost rasping for breath, the pain sharp across her sensitive flesh, she struggles to maintain her composure.

       ‘Thwack!’

       “Uumph!… Damn it!!”  Grunting, mumbling, Bonnie arches her hips, raises her legs as she forces her feet straight up above her, the pain searing in her right nipple from the belt catching across it’s ‘O’ ring.  Fingers tensing on the grips, her stomach again flattening, hollowing as her thighs tautly stretch upward, she holds her position, her breath, again glancing wide eyed toward the belt swaying in Christina’s hand swinging down toward her stomach.

       ‘Smack!’

       The leather slapping across her sunken navel again, she jerks, lowers her legs, the left foot slightly below the right as her heels kick painfully against the harsh stone floor.  No grunt this time, her arms already feeling a slight burn as she grips even tighter, her naked body bowing, straightening.

       “Now you’re getting into it Bonnie.”  Christina smirks.  “A few more and we’ll move on to another exercise where I can use this belt across your pussy!... Okay?... I said… That okay with you Bonnie?”

       Glancing toward Christina, toward the belt, waiting for her to smack her across her breasts with it again, she bites her lip as she nods, mutters in anger.  “Yea… Yea Chris… I guess it has to be Okay…Huh?”

       “Wow!... Girlfriend.”  Christina grunts as she flips the belt.   ‘Thwack!’  A harsh slash across Bonnie’s breasts, even as she’s raising her legs and Christina scolds.  “Don’t be a smart ass Bonnie!”  ‘Thwack!’  The harshest flick yet. “Now lift those legs higher… I said higher!”  Another backhand with the belt glances across Bonnie’s quivering breasts. ‘Thwack!’

       “Agghhhh… Fuck!... Okay!… Okay Chris… Okay!”  Bonnie blurts out as Christina lets the strap sway back and forth in her hand.

       Raising her legs, stretching her feet, arching, bowing her back, she turns her head as the belt curls down toward her chest.  ‘Thwack!’  As the belt flattens across her burning breasts, tearing at the ’O’ rings being stretched by the chain, Bonnie grunts.  ‘’Oh my God!… Okay!... Damn… Damn… Damn it!!... That fucking hurts Chris!”

       “Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!!!”  The belt slashing back and forth, crisscrossing across Bonnie’s jerking breasts, Christina again scolds above her grunts.  “I said don’t be a smart ass Girl… I’ll wear these tits out if you keep it up… Understand?... And keep those legs up!”

       Twisting, jerking her head back and forth, Bonnie grunts.  “Okay!…. Okay… Yes damn it!... I can’t help it… I’ll try.… Okay!... God!”  Her mind now struggling to block the pain, racing to think how to get Christina to stop, she feels the pain rippling throughout her exposed body.

       “Then spread those legs… Wide… And hold them still.”

       Hearing Christina’s orders, glancing toward the belt again swaying in her hand, tears bead in Bonnie’s eyes as she glances across the stretched chain, at her uplifting thighs as her feet spread apart.  Frantically glancing toward the belt, back toward her spreading slit, she mumbles.  “Chris… Chris… Please… Please don’t… Ple…”

       ‘Thwack!... Thwack!!’

       “Ooomph!!!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!”  Hips jerking, her body arching on the incline board as Christina grips one of her lifted ankles, Bonnie screams as Christina backhands, forehands the belt again directly between her spread thighs, the strap ripping into her exposed vagina, flattening across her bared clit.  “Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!!!”

       “Keep those legs apart… Like I said!”  Christina again scolds as she lets the strap’s tip slide back and forth across Bonnie’s flexing stomach, also feeling the tremors through her uplifted leg as she still tightly grips Bonnie’s ankle with her free hand.  “I warned you I was going to spank that pussy!... Now!… Start spreading your legs as wide as you can when I lash your tits again…. Go!”

       “Thwack!… Thwack!” 

       “Oooommmpphh!!”  A long grunt as Bonnie feels the leather again smacking across her breasts, her nipples, the chain jerking across her chest.

       “Push those tits out… Arch!”  Christina orders as the belt’s tip flicks across Bonnie’s nipples, the ‘O’ rings.        

       Spreading her legs apart, pointing her toes, arching her back, she grips the handles in her whitening fingers as she feels her breasts stretching toward her sides, the chain tightening between the painful ‘O’ rings as her globes thrust upwards.  Doing a split, her abs rippling as her stomach muscles tighten, she bites her lip, grunts as she arches as far back as she can, her shoulders bowing.

       Glancing over toward Christina, almost broken, she barely mumbles.  “Okay?... This okay?”  Holding her pose, glancing down across the multiple splotches, welts from the belt’s impressions marring her bare skin, she braces for the leather strap.

       Concentrating on Bonnie’s quivering legs, her feet noticeably trembling as she keeps them spread apart, Christina’s blurts out her next command.  “Raise your hips some more too… And keep those thighs spread… Bare that pussy for me some more…. That’s it!”

       ‘Thwack!’  Flicking her wrist, Christina snaps the belt directly across Bonnie’s puffy vulva, her clit.

       “Uuummmph!... Oh my God!!”  Her legs jerking, pressing closer together, then further apart, Bonnie jerks her head back and forth, glares up toward her gripping hands twisting frantically above her.

       “How… How much more… How much… Chris?”  She pleads as her darting eyes catch Christina stepping toward the other side of her, the belt still swaying from her clenched fist.  “God… This hurts…. Hurts bad!... Please!!”  She begs, whines as her legs quiver, still spreading apart, her feet trembling as her toes still point straight outward.

       “Oh hush!… We’ve just started for Christ’s sake!”  Christina scolds, looking down on her, watching the reflection of the bare light glistening, the red splotches marring Bonnie’s flexing body, virtually every visible muscle, tendon rippling as she stains to hold her pose.

       Thinking quietly to herself, watching Bonnie’s naked body spreading across the incline board while being whipped, accepting that painful, humiliating punishment along with the past couple Friday’s at Tim’s house, Christina smiles to herself, just knowing how disgusted she must be, and even better, how concerned she must be in not having the building multitude of disgusting photos of her shown, not only to Tom, but to anyone else.  Just thinking of the possibilities, Christina smiles to herself, enjoying every moment, thinking how its going to feel to be ramming a big, thick dildo up her ass next Friday over at Tim’s house, thinking of just how much Bonnie will be willing to accept, and for how long.  Enjoying humiliating her, Christina realizes screwing with her mind’s just as fun as whipping her.

       Her own heart pounding in her chest as she welds the belt in her fist, she chooses the most humiliating target, the most painful target to wrap up their little session together, Bonnie’s clit.  Thinking how to embarrass her even more, she quickly decides her next step. “Okay Bonnie… Keep those thighs spread… Ten lashes right between your legs… Right across your clit…. After I’m done… Thank me or its ten more… Understand?”

       “Christina!”  Bonnie begs, her legs still trembling as she hoists them apart.  “No… Oh no!!… Please don’t!”

       “Oh yes… Yes Bonnie!”  Christina interrupts.  “I’m going to whip that pussy till it swells shut if you don’t quit whining!”  Reaching down, gripping the chain between Bonnie’s breasts, she adds.  Keep a tight hold… Bite your lip… If you as much as moan, I’ll give you another dozen!... Now… Don’t let go… And… And keep these legs spread or we’ll start all over again!”

       Jerking upward, lifting Bonnie’s arched shoulders up off the incline board by the stretching chain; she flails the belt back and forth.  “Thwack!... Thwack!...Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!”  Gripping, twisting the chain even harsher as Bonnie’s legs tremble, reflexively jerk as she turns her face away, Christina chuckles.   Tugging at Bonnie’s stretching nipples; Christina leans across her, scowls.  “Halfway there… Hold still!... Now spread those legs even wider!”  Again jerking on the chain, snapping the belt back and forth, Christina directs the leather between Bonnie’s spread thighs, across her bare clit.  “Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!...............Thwack!”  The tenth and final lashing after a slight hesitation, it’s the harshest yet, Bonnies’ legs jerking together, twitching.

       “Well?”  Christina scolds as she leans above Bonnie’s tear filled eyes.  “Well!... You going to thank me now for whipping that pussy… Or you want ten more?”

       “Oh… Oh Chris… No more… Please!”  She begs, the tears streaking down her cheeks, her splotched, naked body flexing, trembling, legs quivering as she struggles to hold her tortured pose. “I can’t take no more!”

       “Okay then!”

       “Okay… Yes… Yes Chris!… Thank you!”  Bonnie whimpers, her face beat red, swollen. “Thank you for whipping my… My pussy… Thank you!... Now!... No… No more!… Please!... That’s… That’s enough okay?… Please!... Oh God… Please!”

       “Okay wimp… Get dressed.”  Christina smirks, turns to pick up Bonnie’s clothes, tossing the pile across her naked body still spread across the incline board.  “We’re done for the day… But remember… Friday at Tim’s house again is only a couple days away!... Now go on home, see you tomorrow.”

End Part 3             

         

       

       

        

 

ATONEMENT

Bonnie’s Friday night session becomes an unexpected road trip.

Chapter 4

       Friday evening, Bonnie watches out the passenger window as the car rolls to a stop, the only car in the driveway tonight.  Having been impeccably made up before leaving Christina’s house, her hair wrapped in a strict tight bun behind her head, she can’t help wondering why the extra effort with what she’s already been threatened with for this session.

       Tim’s porch light’s on, the second story window again covered with a dark drape.  The routine becoming all too familiar, she follows Christina into the side entrance, directly up the stairs to the room, dreading the next couple or so hours.

       “Christina… Bonnie.”  Tim turns, shrugging as he has a small suitcase opened on the wheeled tray.  “Steven and Charlene are going to meet us later.”  Again pilfering through the suitcase, he motions with a wave of a hand.  “Bonnie… Go ahead and strip… Completely naked right there where you are.”  Glancing toward Christina, he adds.  “Chris… I need your help.”

       As Christina steps over toward Tim, Bonnie silently obeys, left shoe first followed by the other, her skirt slipped down across her hips, dropped to the floor, her blouse tugged up across her breasts, over her shoulders, dropped onto the blouse followed by her dark silk panties.  Reflexively slipping her arms up beneath her breasts as she crisscrosses them, the gold chain spreads across her forearms as her breasts press together.  Glancing toward Tim and Christina, she watches as he hands Chris some of the apparel from the case.

       “Over here Bonnie…. Stand beside Chris.”  Tim quietly orders, momentarily glancing toward her.  “We’ve changed our plans for this evening… We’re going out.”

       The few slow steps, Bonnie stops, stands next to Christina as she glances at the apparel, obviously out of some sort of BDSM magazine.  Pressing her arms closer to her chest, realizing who the apparel’s for, hearing him just say they’re going out, she feels the pit of her stomach churning.

       “Turn Bonnie… Raise your hands above your head and hold still.”  Tim orders as he holds a black corset like garment in his hands.  “We’ll start with this…. Here Chris… hold her waist.”

       Feeling Christina’s hands above her hips on either side, the leather and lace material wrapped around, strapped around her waist, she stands as motionless as she can as she feels the corset cinched tightly up her backside.  Her stomach hollowing, tightening, restricted the most around her navel with each jerk of the bindings, she softly grunts, tries to hold her breath.

       “Suck it in Bonnie!... In deep!”

       Hearing Tim’s voice as she can’t help glancing toward the familiar ropes hanging from the ceiling across the room, taking a deep breath, exhaling, she feels the material pinching into her flesh, pressing tightly below her ribcage, the top of the corset forcing her breasts up and out, the chain swaying between her jiggling nipples as her bulging tit flesh presses up over the corset’s firm seam.  Another tug, yet another and another, her arms sway above her head, her fingers clinching together as she struggles to hold her breath.  Her waist feeling more then compressed, confined in a pinching vice, she glances down between her pushed out globes and the chain stretching across her nipples.  Searching for the corset, she’s only able to see its black bottom shaped ‘V’ of the hem line of the hour glass formed material pressing across the upper curve of her shaven pubic mound.

       “That’s it Bonnie… Turn this way… Slide your hands down behind your neck for me and spread your legs.”

       Obeying, twisting, facing Tim, she feels her chest heaving with each breath as her stomach’s strictly confined in the clinching corset.  Feeling Christina’s hands slipping down her thighs, across her calves to her ankles, she feels her legs quiver.  Slightly spreading her feet, feeling the hands on just her left ankle, her foot being lifted, she feels the texture of the black silk stocking being slipped up across her ankle, her knee, her thigh.  Other leg, the same feeling of the material wrapping around her flesh, slid up to mid thigh with the finishing touch of a garter slipped up over her hips, connected to the tops of the nylons.

       “Now… Get ready to slip your foot into the stiletto for Christina, Bonnie.”  Tim orders as he slides his hands across the top of the corset, tucks her breasts in, spreading, manipulating one, then the other until he’s satisfied with the voluptuous overflowing fit, the look of her separated nipples being stretched by the taut gold chain.  “Here… Let me help!”  Cupping each rounded breast in a palm, holding her steady, he nods toward Christina.  “She’s ready.”

       Balancing with the awkward help of her breasts being manipulated, she forces her foot into the heel, a six inch stiletto. Almost tiptoeing as Christina grips the other ankle, slips that stiletto on, Bonnie feels her calves tightening as she her toes point precariously down toward the floor.

       “Let’s see… Turn for me!”

       Again obeying Tim’s command as he releases her breasts, slowly, carefully turning, she struggles to keep her balance as the chain tightens, jiggles between her nipples.  Finishing the complete turn, she keeps her hands behind her neck as she glances downward, eyes fixed toward her bared breasts.

       “Good girl Bonnie… You’re going to make us proud tonight… I bet we’ll win first prize… And on just your first night!”  Tim smiles as he reaches for the tray, picks up a black leather chocker collar, a couple matching wrist cuffs.  “Let’s fit these on you now…. Don’t move.”  

       The collar slipped around her neck, secured, the cuffs placed on each wrist, fastened to the ‘O’ rings in the collar, she remains obedient, motionless as another set of cuffs are fastened around her ankles, a short six inch chain attached between them.

       “Let’s see… What do you think Chris… The mouth gag now?”  He wonders as he lifts a bright red ‘O’ ring with black straps from the tray, answers himself.  “Yes… Let’s gag her now, before we leave!”

       Slipping the rubber ring between her lips, Christina fastening the straps behind her neck, Bonnie’s mouth is spread wide, her red lipstick matching the ‘O’ ring.

       “Now… Just one more thing Bonnie… A little practice before we’re on our way.”  Tim smiles as he again reaches on the tray.  Turning, reaching for Bonnie’s left breast, clipping a clover clamp across the nipple just below the ‘O’ ring, he lets a needle spiked ball the size of a golf ball hang down from a thin, couple inch chain.

       “Oomph!”  Grunting through the ‘O’ ring, she glances down toward the ball swaying just below the sweeping curve of the bottom of her breast, its sharp tips barely touching, scraping across her tender flesh.  Another clamp pressed into her other nipple, a similar ball’s dangled beneath her right breast.  “Oomph!”  It too brings a whimper from her stretched lips as both balls twist; sway just beneath her quivering globes as she leans forward, arches her upper body forward to keep the stinging needles out from her bare flesh.

       “Spread her thighs Chris.”  He instructs as he retrieves a third clover clamp, another needled ball and chain.  Glancing up at Bonnie’s widening eyes, he scolds.  “Don’t be a wimp like Christina told me you were during your little workout with her the other day... I could be piercing these to you with needles instead of using clamps.”

       Kneeling in front of her as Christina kneels behind, he reaches between Christina’s spreading hands, clamps the clover clamp firmly across Bonnie’s exposed clitoris.

       “Aaaggghh!”  More of a shriek as she feels the metal prongs pressing into her tender flesh with Christina sliding her hands away.  “Oomph!... Oomph!”  Another couple grunts as she senses the ball being attached, swaying back and forth between the slight separation between her legs.  Released, it barely pricks at her inner thighs just below her puffy vulva as she bites at the ‘O’ ring.

       “There Bonnie…  All done for now… Now walk over to those ropes hanging from the ceiling… Then back toward me.”

       Watching Christina step beside Tim, again obeying him, she turns, gingerly steps the few steps as instructed, awkwardly at best in the stilettos.  Barely able to keep her balance, feeling all three balls jiggling, pricking on contact, she leans forward while bowing her knees as she tries to hold her grunts back, the needles dancing across her bare flesh as her ankles twist in the heels, stretch at the short chain jerking tautly between her feet with each tiny step.  Finally reaching the ropes, she stops and turns.  Trying to take a deep breath, the corset not allowing it, her breasts heaving causes the balls to sway, annoyingly pricking at their undersides.  Biting into the ‘O’ ring, she feels the drool from her lips dripping across her bare chest as she steps awkwardly back toward the obviously pleased pair.

       “Okay Bonnie!”  Tim smiles.  “Like I said… You’re really going to put on a show for us.”  Reaching out, releasing the clover clamps one at a time, nipples first, then clit, he hands them to Christina as he glances back toward Bonnie.  “You’re in charge of these Chris until we get there… But be careful, they’re sharp!... Aren’t they Bonnie?”

       Sliding his hands across her breasts, between her thighs, checking the faintest of prick marks, he smiles.  “Not too bad… But then again that was only for a couple minutes… But tonight when we get there it’s going to be longer… Much longer, huh Chris?... Well time to go.”

       Unsnapping the chain between her ankles, slipping the ‘O’ ring from her mouth, letting it dangle down beneath the chocker collar, leading her down the steps, Bonnie’s taken into the garage, set in the back seat of his Mercedes with Christina sitting beside her.  Backing out of the garage, pulling past Christina’s car as the garage door automatically closes; Bonnie apprehensively watches the house fade behind the shrubbery as they pull onto the street, into the darkness.

       “We’ll be there within the hour Bonnie.”  He speaks as he glances in the rear view mirror of her image, her hands still above her head, the gold chain glimmering off from her breasts.  “Yes… I’m excited about tonight… The club’s been really excited since I showed them some of our more interesting photos of you!... They liked you so well they invited us to bring you tonight for the contest.”

       Feeling her face flushed, her stomach churning knowing they’ve shown her pictures to others, she’s barely able to breathe as her bare breasts rises, lowers above the confining corset. Glancing toward Christina, toward his vision in the mirror, she gets the courage to ask, blurts out.  “What… What contest?... You’ve shown my pictures?... You’ve promised!”

       “Hey!... Hey!”  Tim quips as he glances again at the mirror.  “I’ll do whatever I want with those pictures… Now shut the fuck up!”  Staring into her eyes through the mirror, he continues.  “We’re taking you to a sadomasochism club… a real one… That’s where we’re entering you into the contest.”

       “Wha… What do you mean… a real sado…”

       “I said shut up!… Chris… Put that gag back in her mouth… Now!”

       Feeling the gag slipped up between her lips, struggling, she feels her left nipple twisted, pinched.  Grunting, her mouth opening, she feels the ’O’ ring slipped back into place, the strap fastened behind her neck.

       “Okay… That’s better.”  Tim speaks in s stern tone as he drives, glances at the mirror.  “You’re going to be in a contest… If chosen… We’re compensated rather handsomely… And you’re kept for the entire weekend… Now… During that time… You’ll be used in ways you didn’t even know existed… You’ll learn what it is to be a real live slave… Sex slave.”

       Not believing her ears, her heart pounding as the perspiration builds across her bare flesh; she shakes her head back and forth in front of her cuffed wrists.

       “Yes… Bonnie.”  He adds with a chuckle.  “You’re going to be fucking and sucking so much these next few days you’re going to look like a porcupine!”  Another stare back in the mirror, he adds in more of a solemn tone.  “Then again… The things they will do to you… Your body…Well I guarantee you’ll be thankful each time you lose consciousness… That is… If they allow you too!... Oh!… And one more thing Bonnie… The good news is… With total cooperation… You’ll be compensated also… And… Allowed to leave.”

       Watching the road, a moment of silence, glancing again into the mirror, he adds.  “The bad new for you is… We’ll keep that compensation… And if you don’t cooperate… You could possibly just disappear… Wind up sold to some cheap third world brothel!... And of course… we’d be compensated for that purchase too… Huh Christina?”

       Silence, the dark highway winding through the secluded countryside, the time stands still for her as she holds back the occasional tears.  Finally, slowing, turning into a gated drive, the car winds through a country setting toward a manor house by a hillside.

       “Okay Chris… Clamp her tits and clit again.”  Tim orders.  “We’ve arrived… We want to knock ‘em out with her outfit when she strolls into the foyer with us… First impressions are everything!”

       End Part 4 

         

           

       

       

       

       

ATONEMENT

Taken on their outside excursion, Bonnie’s presented to the group for their inspection and given over by Christina and Tim. 

Chapter Five

       Entering the front entrance under the veranda, his car being parked by a valet, Christina and Tim follow Bonnie from behind, keeping pace on either side of their nearly naked submissive.  The mansion’s door swung open by the doorman, the foyer’s lighting glistens off the clamps pressing deep into her aching flesh, the prickling balls swaying off the tan nipples jiggling from her thrust out bare breasts above the hourglass fit of her binding corset as she hobbles along in her six inch stilettos.  Her arms crisscrossed behind her back, her wrists clamped to the back of the chocker collar, the ankle chain attached just above the spiked heels stretches with each halting step as the third spiked ball sways above her bowing knees, between the tops of her black stockings.

       Heads turning, the attention quickly focus’s on her as their presence is announced.  Her outfit erotic to say the least, her overall beauty is quite obvious with virtually nothing concealed by the all black ensemble.   A leader chain connected to the front of her collar, the doorman leads her toward the collecting group of curious onlookers, past the expansive double doored entrance to the great room.  The tone of the crowd’s appreciative as she’s led toward one of three small empty podiums toward the center of the floor.  Separating, letting them pass by, Bonnie’s assisted up the couple steps to the center one, the twisting needles scraping her bare flesh as she’s slowly turned to face the audience as the leash is unclamped.

       Staring over the top of the crowd as she balances in her shimmering black heels, her face flushed a crimson red; her breasts, clit aching from the deeply planted clover clamps, Bonnie concentrates on Tim and Christina in the background, talking with another couple while occasionally glancing toward her, the woman seeming visibly pleased.  Sensing the group closing in around the circular podium, hearing the lewd comments, she feels herself quivering, in pain, humiliated.

       A few touches of her bare flesh, hands sliding across her thighs, patting her buttocks, the rounded cheeks virtually exposed above the stockings, the garter, she also feels the spiked balls being manipulated, allowed to brush back and forth across the reddening flesh of their swaying arc.  Concentrating, trying to block out the irritating pain, block out the curious onlookers, she bites her lip as she feels a breast squeezed, the nipple forced to swell, spreading the tautly closed clamp as the bouncing spiked ball slips up under her overflowing tit flesh, wedges between her breast and the top seam of the corset.  “Oomph!... Oomph!”

       Jerking, twisting, the needles pricking into the corset, her naked flesh, she leans back, bends forward as she jerks back and forth.  Breasts flailing, the ball finally springs loose, slaps against the other jerking ball as tiny driblets of blood appear on the underside of her heaving globe.  “Aaaggghhh!”

       A tear streaking down her cheek, glaring toward the woman’s hand that caused the pain, toward the sadistic grin on the woman’s face glaring back at her, Bonnie’s tears streak off her cheek, drips across her quivering breasts mixing with the drool from the ‘O’ ring.  Turning her head, feeling all three of the swaying needle balls leaving scraps across her chaffing flesh, she again glances above the crowd, toward Christina and Tim still with the other couple continuing their animated conversation.  Feeling a harsh jerk of the podium, it beginning to slowly rotate in a counterclockwise motion, her breasts sway back and forth as she attempts to maintain her stance.  The needles again brushing across her bare flesh, struggling to keep her balance while watching the room’s occupants slowly rotating around her, the surreal experience is one continuous nightmare, that’s only beginning.

       As the podium turns, the room rotating in her sight, she notices after a couple rotations the disappearances of Christina and Tim.  A couple more rotations, the room also appearing to be somewhat thinning out, she feels the podium slowing, stopping.  The doorman stepping forward, clamping the leash again to the collar, he assists her off the podium, leading her toward a rear doorway.  Passing through, led down a deep flight of wooden stairs, a couple landings separating each level, curving downward into the darkened bowels of the mansion, the damp air takes on a chilly, yet clammy sensation across her bare flesh.

       Still drooling from the mouth ring, still struggling with the short chained steps in her stilettos, she nervously glances into the darkness, at the aged stone foundation walls glistening with moisture, splotched with a mold type substance, a faint stench almost visible in the air.  Finally reaching the bottom of the steps, the floor and walls of the arched ceiling sub basement lit by old gas lit lamps flickering along the one wall, he leads her toward a rustic iron door.  Stopping, unsnapping the leash again, he pulls on the door’s iron ‘O’ ring, tugs the creaking door open.

       The gush of heated air brushes past her, warming the dampness clinging to her naked flesh as she smells the smoke, hears the cries as she glances across what appears to be a real medieval torture chamber, pits of fire, racks, hanging cages, one with what appears to be a squatting figure hunched inside its molded shell.  Her own knees quivering, her stomach churning, she stares toward the shirtless black hooded men preparing, adjusting and maneuvering around the apparatuses throughout the stone chamber lit up by flickering torches along the walls.

       Reflexively bracing herself, trying to remain outside the vision from Hell, she’s pushed forward from between her shoulder blades, stepping, almost stumbling forward through the doorway.  Dropping painfully to a knee as the spiked balls twist across her bare flesh, she feels the ripping pain through her right breast as it’s clamped between the prongs of a large black metal tong.  “Aaagghhh!”

       Jerked upward by her clamped breast, the tong digging deep into her tit flesh as its stretched and twisted, she grunts, stumbles as the chain jerks tautly between her ankles. Abruptly dragged into the chamber, struggling, twisting as her breast’s stretched out in the metal tool in front of her, she’s led toward the center of the chamber, to a rack having its ropes stretched by the large wooden spoke wheel mounted toward its head being creakingly turned by one of the more muscular men.  A chain twists, dangles from an iron hook in the stone ceiling above the center of the rack.

       Her fist glimpse of the foot of the rack, she catches the sight of the raw ankles being stretched in the fraying ropes, then calves, thighs, the naked hips of a muscular black man.  Dragged closer, her breast pulsing, blood beginning to drip from the tong buried excruciatingly into her tit flesh, her head’s jerked by a hand behind her, pushed forward toward the center of the rack.  Grunting through the ‘O’ ring, glaring at the naked man’s bowing body, his buttocks on a wooden slat crossing the rack, forcing his hips to thrust upward.  She can’t believe her eyes as she stares at his manhood, swollen, thick and hard, jaunting straight upwards, obscenely large, at first glance unreal.  His stretched but muscular arms trembling from the strain of the creaking ropes, his hands clenched into fists as a rag’s stuffed deeply into his mouth, another tightly bound across his eyes, he shakes, stretching to his limit as his cock sways upright above him.

       Tugged around the rack, the pain of the needles are barely noticeable to her compared to the horrific pain tearing at her stretching breast.  Glancing across his chest lacerated with countless whip marks, again her eyes are drawn downward toward his hips, his swollen shaft as she realizes its tightly bound at its base, the twine twisting, wrapping, almost disappearing around the base of his shaft, circling, binding his engorged scrotum as its also swollen, pressing between his tautly stretched legs.

       Terrified, the room almost spinning in front of her blurring eyes, the noises, the smells, the flickering light from the torches, she feels herself being hoisted up by her hips, thighs.  Her legs jerked across his, she feels her wrists being twisted, lifted behind her, the chain above the rack fastened to her wrist cuffs, its end tugged further down to her ankles being hoisted upwards under her spreading butt cheeks, the last loop of the chain fastened to the ankle chain.  Her arms twisting upwards, her body slumps as she’s released.  Slowly spinning, her arched body hovering above his, her wrists, ankles stretch in the cuffs as she stares down toward his likewise tortured body sweating, quivering beneath her.

       Her breast still clamped by the tong, she’s twisted, centered above his thick cock slapping between her thighs. Her hips lined up above it, the engorged head pressing against her spread slit, her body tilted forward she can see the needled ball clamped to her stretching clit slapping against the glistening black shaft.  The chain clanking, her body jerkily lowering, she feels him pressing against her, his cock stretching her labia, the engorged head forcing its way inside her.

       “Oomph… Oomph… Augh!!”  Each clank, another jerk, the walls of her vagina stretches as she feels the hot meat engulfing her, pressing inside her.

       The tong still twisting at her tit flesh, still being held stationary above his naked body arched upwards toward her, she realizes how huge his shaft is, how deep it can impale her.  Shaking her head back and forth, trying to squirm, press her legs together, she grunts, spews spittle through the ‘O’ ring as her eyes dart downward between her tortured breasts, terrified at the realization that his shaft must be over a foot long and by the feel if its girth, the size of a coke bottle as it tears at her vulva, stretches her labia folds as the chain continues to jerk… jerk… jerk downward.

       Her hips reflexively pressing together, her stretching vagina searing, its walls seemingly on the verge of tearing, ripping from his engulfing shaft, she’s sure she can feel its throbbing head pressing against her womb.  Glaring down again from her tear filled eyes, she realizes she’s still a good half a foot above his thrust out hips, that much of his cock still probing upward for her to be lowered onto.  Glancing toward his face, his head twisting, jerking as the gag holds his shrieks, the other soiled rag still covering his eyes, she sees his nostrils flaring as the rack’s wheel continues to be slowly cranked.

       Her breasts again twisted, glaring toward the tong, she feels the pressure as it opens, her bleeding tit flesh almost adhering to it as the thongs separate, pull away from her stretching flesh.  “Aaagghhh!”

       The pain excruciating, her heart beat pounding, thumping in her tortured breasts, she feels herself twist, almost swaying, now only held in line by his mounting cock as she hears the ‘clank’ feels the chain lowering again.

       Nauseated, struggling for breath, her arms, legs almost numb, twisting, stretching in the bindings behind her, she continues to be mounted on his cock, be impaled by the thick, black meat as the chain rattles, jerks.  Her own body trembling, her stomach quivering as her breasts heave, the corset seeming to shrink across her pinched waist even tighter, she feels light headed, almost hallucinating as the shadows flicker across the arched walls from the torches, the moans mixed with occasional shrieks around the room just a constant garble in the background.

       A momentary stoppage of the chain’s decline, she slightly sways, feeling every inch of her insides engulfed, consumed by his cock.  Glancing down, her tears dripping across his heaving chest as she struggles to see how much above him her spread thighs are.  Grunting, slowly shaking her head, she frantically realizes there’s still at least four or five inches of his even thicker girth.  Feeling a jerk on the chain, terrifyingly jerking her head back as she braces, she feels the chain slacken, whirl downward as she’s dropped.  “Aggghhhhhh!!!”

       His cock ripping deep inside her like a hot dagger, separating, stretching her labia folds apart as her body reflexively jerks, spasms, her head flails backward against the chain as her eyes roll upward into her head.  The chamber goes dark in front of her glazed eyes; her body goes limp above his.  The spiked ball presses between her clit and the base of his bound shaft as the other pair clamped to her nipples sway back and forth under her quivering globes folded over the top of the black leather corset.

       Stepping into the dungeon, Tim and Christina continue their conversation with the same couple they met when they arrived, the owners of the estate.  Glancing over Bonnie’s unconscious body hanging by the chain, her head slumped forward, hips spread across the rack, it’s agreed she’ll be spending at the least, the weekend.  

End Part 5        

                 

            

       

       

          

ATONEMENT

Bonnie begins the second day of her weekend ordeal.

Chapter Six

       Waking, aching, laying under the crisp white sheet, the light reflects across her burning eyes from the sunlight drifting through the narrowest of slits between the heavy draped curtains.  The room in shadows, the expansive master suite’s still visible from the four corner poster bed.  Still dazed, slipping the sheet down off her chest, down across her waist, she glances toward her bare breasts, her sore nipples, bruised and puffy.  Realizing its Saturday morning, glancing around, alone in the room in the spacious bed, she tries to collect her thoughts, the humiliation and pain of the previous night before she blanked out.

       Feeling down between her thighs, the tenderness even harsher to her touch as she slips her fingers across, into her moist slit, she jerks, pulls her fingers away; out from the rawness of her sore vagina from the unimaginable cock she was forced to mount just a few hours earlier.  Sliding the sheet completely away from her feet, she clumsily kicks the linen to the side as she sets up, hands sinking into the mattress behind her.  Slowly glancing down toward her totally nude and aching body, the door suddenly opens, allowing a glare of light to shine in from the hallway.  Eyes drawn toward the person entering the room, she’s slow to react, remaining transfixed on the bed’s surface as she barely makes out his silhouette.

       “Stay!”  She hears the harsh voice commanding as she finally starts to grab for the sheet.  “Leave it!”  Another stern command as the robed man crosses the carpeted floor, stops toward the bottom of the bed, emphatically warns.  “Do exactly as I say… Exactly… Or last night was just a picnic for you!... Understand?”  Not expecting nor allowing an answer, he gruffly continues.  “And answer me properly with a Sir… Every time you’re allowed to speak!... Every time!”

       Her heart skipping a beat, staring in his direction, the painful thoughts of the past night race through her head as she feels the churning in the pit of her stomach.   His front side still in shadows from the open doorway behind him, she reflexively grips the bedding in her tightening fingers behind her while continuing to sit upright.  Winching, confusingly nodding her head she mutters.  “Yes… Yes… I… I understand…….. Sir!”

       “Okay then… Arch your shoulders back.”  He again harshly, even threateningly orders as he steps closer around the edge of the bed, an obvious whip, a crop smacking across his left thigh with each ominous step.  “Spread your legs apart with your feet tugged up beneath your bare ass…. Now!”

       Hearing the stern command along with the smack of the leather, seeing the silhouette of the flexing crop from the shadows, she instantly arches back while jerking her feet up the bed beneath her.  Breasts jerking as her shoulders arch back, hips thrusting upwards, she frantically tries to contort into his ordered position.

       “Tighter… Arch those shoulders way back… Push those tits out… Cunt too!... Make ‘em spread apart!”  He harshly orders in rapid fashion, his voice even higher pitched, more threatening.  “Slip those feet up under your fucking ass like I said bitch!… Do it!... Hear me?... Answer me properly slave!”

       No time to think as her mind races she reflexively jerks, twists her body across the bed as her heart pounds in her chest.  Frantically bowing her back to his series of instant demands, thrusting her breasts outward, her thighs spread out above her heels revealing her spreading slit as it gapes open.  Eyes remaining fixated on the flexing crop as her knees flatten into the mattress, she pushes her pubic mound outward as she mumbles, almost whimpers.  “Yes… Yes Sir!”  Heart thumping as her breasts jerk across her heaving chest, watching the whip flicking back and forth in his clenched fist she realizes she’s about to be whipped.  Frantically glancing down toward her spreading breasts, down toward her thrust out torso, she pleads, begs.  “Please!... No… Please… Don’t whip….”

       “Don’t move bitch!”  He cuts her off as he flicks the crop.  “Thwack!”

       “Oomph!”  Jerking upright as the crop flicks upward, slashes between her spread thighs, her breasts bounce, sway together as she grunts, grips the bedspread in her tightening fists as she forces herself to keep her legs spread.  The burning pain between her thighs harshly overrides the already dull ache from the night before as the tears stream off her cheeks, drips across her quivering torso.

       “Get back into your position and then don’t move… At all!”  He commands as he positions himself next to her, lifts the black leather crop upwards, letting the flexing tip slide across her quivering navel.  “That was just a tap… It can be considerably harsher… Understand?... I said… Understand?”

       “Yes… Yes Sir!”  She blurts out, staring toward the whip being slid up across her ribcage, dragged between her quivering breasts, coming to rest ominously across her sternum.

       “Push those tits outward like you just were!... Keep them steady… Hold those nipples still for me!”

       Again she hears his harsh orders in his rapid style, again she jaunts her breasts outward, feeling the unforgiving crop pressing, bending across her bare flesh between her stretching globes as she again mutters.  “Yes… Yes Sir… Yes Sir!”

       “Thwack!... Thwack!”

       “Agghhhh!......Aaaggghhh!!!”  Jerking, twisting as her breasts flail back and forth from the swishing crop, turning her head away as she grunts with each lashing, the leather snaps back and forth across her under globes, the reddish specks of the spiked balls still raw his target.

       “I said hold still… Understand bitch?”

       Nodding, whimpering as the bottoms of her breasts burn from the harsh imprints of the crop, she again mutters.  “Yeh… Yessss Sir!... Yes… Yessssssss!”” More tears streaking across her cheek, her body trembling as she arches herself forward, her eyes are riveted toward the sinister flexing leather.  Nibbling on her lower lip she again frightfully watches as its willowy tip’s raised, swishing back and forth just in front of her jiggling nipples.  Tapped across her right nipple, her left, she moans as she closes her eyes, expecting the sting of the leather across her naked flesh again.

       “Want me to whip these tits some more…  Really harsh across these nipples?... Or… You want to suck on my cock instead?”  He asks in a lower tone, adding.  “Ask me… Beg me to let you suck my cock!”

       Hearing the threat, the offer, the order as she feels the tip of the crop pressing into her breast, her humiliations overshadowed by the fear of the stinging crop again lashed across her bare breasts.  Nodding, closing her eyes, she blurts.  “God!... I’ll suc… I’ll suck you… Your cock!... Okay?... Yes!... Please… Let me suck you!”

       A couple more gentle flicks, a light tap across each puffy nipple, he lowers the crop, watches her breasts apprehensively quiver as he asks in his gruff voice.  “You going to suck me good?... And I mean real good… And swallow every drop?... Till I’m dry?... Tell me!”

       “Ye… Yes Sir!... Every drop!... Yes Sir!”  She groans as the tip of the crop presses into her flattening globe, her body trembling as she struggles to avoid any further lashings.

       “Okay then.”  He answers, dropping the crop across the bed between her spread thighs, watches it bounce off the firm mattress onto the floor.  Sliding further onto the edge of the bed, slipping a hand across her leg, he looks directly into her eyes.  “Don’t move… Keep thrust out just as you are for a few moments… While we talk.”

       “Yes… Yes Sir!”  She reflexively mutters, pushing her trembling body forward, arching her pose as she feels his hand sliding across her bare flesh, his fingers pressing across her sore slit.  Not so fervently glancing downward, toward his robe opening and spreading across his thighs exposing his already huge semi-erect shaft, she again stares straight ahead realizing it’s soon going to be in her mouth, chocking her.

       “So Bonnie… Let’s take a closer look at you… Let’s really explore that naked body of yours together… Get to know each other better!”  He calmly speaks as he slips his hand between her legs, barely brushes across her spread slit as her thighs ripple to his touch.   “Okay… I expect each answer without the slightest hesitation… Honest answers so you don’t have to think… Otherwise we’ll just go back to working these tits with the crop!... Your cunt too… Now which do you want?”

       Feeling her nipple tweaked again, this time with a definite harshness, obviously meant as a warning, she blurts.  “Ask… Ask what you want Sir!... I… I’ll try to answer for you!””

       “No!... You will answer them for me!... Now… How old are you?”

       Feeling his fingers flicking across her sore clit, she stares straight ahead, clenches the bed spread behind her as she softly answers.  “Thirty… I’m thirty… Eight… Thirty-eight… Sir.”

       “Really?... And now you find yourself in this predicament… Usually younger girls become a submissive… Sex slave… Pain slut!”  He nods, glancing closer toward her breasts, the quivering nipples.  Painfully tweaking a nipple with his free hand, noticing her face reddening, her embarrassment obvious, he continues her humiliation.   “That’s what I was told though… Thirty-eight…. Quite impressive!... Nice… Firm… Responsive too… Aren’t they?” He adds as he manipulates her breasts.  “Like a twenty year olds’.”  He adds as her smooth areola begins to thicken between his nails.  “You really do take care of yourself don’t you… Still firm… And natural… Then not too big… Actually just about right… I’d say!”

       Turning her head, irritatingly listening to him describing her breasts, she wonders what the next question’s going to be just as he asks.

       “How old were you the first time you fucked?”

       “Wha… What?”  Hearing, not sure of the question, she mutters.  “What… What Sir?”

       “I asked how old were you the first time you got a cock stuck up in you?”  He scowls, tweaking the hardening bud between his fingernail, thumbnail.  “Quickly!”

       Face flushing, the warmth spreading, feeling the electrifying pain of her nipple pinched yet again, she stutters… Fif… Fifteen …. I was fifteen Sir!”

       “Fifteen huh?... Well then how about when you sucked a dick?... How old when you sucked your first dick, Bonnie?”

       Another embarrassing question, she blushingly hesitates.  Feeling her clit now pressured, a not so gentle pinch across its sore nub, she whimpers.   “Oomph!... Fifteen… Fifteen too!... I was still fifteen!”

       “That’s better… Now then… Which you liked better… Fucked by a dick or sucking a dick?”

       Her clit still clamped between his fingers, still being twisted, she grunts as her hips twitch.  “Fucked… Liked fucking a… A dick better… Sir!”

       “Now we’re getting somewhere.”  He smiles, releasing both her nipple and clit as he adjusts himself on the edge of the bed, faces her.  Looking her straight in the eyes, he slips his index finger slowly around her mouth, circles her parting lips gently in a slow clockwise motion.  “I’m going to be asking some more… Let’s say… Really embarrassing questions as we go along… Understand?”

       Barely nodding, the warmth continuously spreading across her face as her stomach churns, looking back into his dark eyes, she mutters.  “Yes… Wha… What… Sir?”

       “Well… Let’s start with some of your indiscretions.”  He nods as he lets his finger slip down off her chin, folds his hands across his open robe, covering his crotch.  Let’s begin with… let’s see… About how many times have you been unfaithful… How many men have you been with without your husband knowing?”

       “Wha… What?... How many… Many men?”  She blurts, seeing the seriousness of his expression, hearing the tone of his voice.  “Being un… Unfaithful?”  She whines, the humiliation of the questions about her indiscretions every bit as humiliating as spreading out in front of him naked, being whipped.

       “Yes… He nods in an almost a scolding tone.  “How many guys have you fucked!... And I want a straight answer!”  He orders as he slips his hand down to the crop below the bed.  “Since you’ve been married… How many guys have your fucked?... Answer me!”

       A shiver running up her spine, her stomach queasy by what she’s realizing is some sort of  humiliating interrogation, she glances down between her quivering breasts toward the crop as he’s ominously picking it up, flexing it between both hands as he centers it out in front of her breasts.   Shaking her head, she blurts out.  “Five… Five or maybe… Or Six… Maybe six…. Sir… Maybe!... Please… Please don’t hit me!”

       “Thwack!”

       “Oomph!... Oh god!... Six… Maybe seven men Sir… That’s how many!... Seven!”

       “Thwack!”

       “Aaagghhh!”

       Lashing her a second time, again dropping the crop on the bed, he scolds.  “You are to answer immediately… Just like I instructed… No matter what the question… Now understand?”

       Nodding, a tear in her welling eyes, she almost whispers as her breasts quiver across her chest.  “Yes… Yes Sir… I understand!”

       “Now then… Let’s see if I don’t need to use the crop again… At least very soon.”  He smirks as he wipes the single tear from her cheek with his index finger.  “Seven huh?... Ready to continue?”

       A slight nod, glancing down toward the bed, she whimpers.  “Yes… Yes Sir!... I guess… I’m… I’m ready!”

       “You’re a nymph aren’t you?”

       Barely hearing the question, it barely registering as she glares down toward the crop, toward her vulnerable breasts, she moans.  “Wha… What?... I’m sorry Sir… What?”

       “You’re a nymphomaniac… Aren’t you?”  He scolds, watching her closely, her trembling body, her now ashen face, its color drifting back and forth with her humiliation, physical pain.

       “Wha… A nymph…. A nympho?”  Barely speaking, her face glowing, slowly nodding her head, she answers as she thinks he wants to hear.  Ye… Yes Sir… I guess… I’m a… A nypho… Sir!”

       “Nymphomaniac?”

       Hearing his single question, she blurts out in an instant of anger more then embarrassment.  “Yes… A nymphomaniac… Sir!... I guess I… I am!... Yes!”

       “Yes you are!… You like to fuck… Give that tight little body of yours a good workout now and then… Don’t you!”  Pushing her buttons, he continues to talk down to her.  “Yes… You like to slide that pussy across cocks whenever you get the chance… Let guys play with those tits…  Maybe even stick a dick in your mouth now and then… Right?... I said … Am I right?... Tell me I’m right!”  He continues in his rapidly raising voice. “That you’re a whore!...You like to be used!... Fucked… Your tits played with!... You’re nothing but a fucking whore!... Aren’t you?”

       Closing her eyes, nodding, tears streaking down her cheeks, she mumbles… “Yes Sir… I… I like to fuck… To fuck other men… Have them use me… My breasts… Use my body!... Yes!... You’re right… Sir!... I… I’m a … A whore.”

       “Yes you are.”  He nods as he slowly stands.  “Now… Get up… Out of bed and face me.”

       Slipping, sliding across the bed on her knees, stepping onto the floor, she stands, silently faces him as he opens the top drawer in a dresser next to the wall.  Watching him slip a brilliant white garment from it, unfolding it, she reaches out as he hands it to her.

       “Slip this on… Whore!... You can suck my cock later tonight in front of everyone!”

       Confused but instantly obeying, spreading the skimpiest of a garment across her swaying breasts, she bends forward, slips her left, then right leg through its pair of narrow slots, a pair of leg outlets sewn around the bottom of the hem with just the thinnest of a strap connecting the matching openings from across the small of her back.  Stretching the rest of the material up across her shoulders, she slips her arms through similar hemmed slots connected to the tops of the side straps barely covering either side of her ribcage, waist, leaving her breasts totally exposed along with her back.  Trying to adjust the material, barely able to stretch the cloth across her nipples as she repeatedly tugs the narrow strips of cloth together from her sides, she drops her hands downward, her chest bared between the white cloth, her nipples poking outward from her swaying breasts as her pubic mound glistens above her shaven slit also exposed along with her butt cheeks.

       “Like your new outfit?”  He asks with the slightest of a smile.  “Can’t keep those tits in… Huh?... Easy access to that pussy and ass of yours too!... Now… Thank me for the outfit!”

       Glancing downward, her body seemingly more naked then if she was actually nude, she barely nods while whispering.  “Thank you… For… For this outfit… Sir!”

       ‘’Good…  Now come with me…. And keep your hands down toward your sides… Palms out at all times.”  Ordering her along as he turns for the bedroom door, he grabs her left forearm, gives it a tug, just as quickly releases it.  “Time to get you going… For a full day of whoring.”

       Being led down the hall, her breasts jaunting outward from between the flimsy material, her nipples jiggle as she walks along barefooted, her fingers tightening into fists as they brush across her thighs.  Keeping pace, her eyes fixed to the back of his neck, she follows him out into the courtyard, to a single implement, a cross section of wooden rails, pulleys and ropes positioned toward the center of the landscaped grounds.  Led to the apparatus designed and mounted with the flow of the grounds in mind, a pair of ropes already dangling from a cross member, she’s positioned facing the ends of the ropes.

       “Hands behind your back.”

       Hearing his order, sliding her hands back across her butt cheeks as she apprehensively scans the structure, interlocking her fingers, she feels him tying a rope around her wrists, wrapping, crisscrossing back and forth as the cord snug’s into her flesh.  Another rope twisted around her elbows, tugged tight, she feels her breasts separating, shoving the material further aside, her nipples standing out, jiggling as her breasts bounce, jerk with each tight binding as she’s arched forward.

       “Tiptoe!”

       Another stern order and she obeys as she raises upright, lifts onto the balls of her feet. Glancing down between her widely spread globes, her jiggling nipples still pointing downwards, she concentrates on his hands as he stretches one of the ropes around the base of her left breast, wraps a couple crisp turns, ties it off.  Even as that breast darkens, bulges, he stretches the other rope around her other, stretching the rope harsher, tauter as she’s forced to tiptoe even higher, both elevated breasts bulging in their bindings as her shoulders tilt back, forcing her to practically sway under the sturdy beam above her.

       The morning sun shining down across her face, she grunts as she’s twisted around to face the mansion.  Both ballooning breasts already pounding with pain, her toes digging into the soft grass beneath the wooden braces, her stretching areolas, thickening nipples glisten in the sunlight as they jaunt outward, spread apart.

       “We’ll be doing a nice erotic photo shoot here in a little while Bonnie.”  He leans over her shoulder, whispers in her ear as he pats her on her butt cheek.  “You’ll going to become an article in our little club circular.”  Sliding a hand across her swollen left breast, flicking the taut nipple, he adds.  “Yea… A nice tit whipping session… A little fucking intertwined… Maybe wrapping it up with a few lashes across your cunt… And it’ll be lunch time…. A short break before we work on another layout with you.”

       Glancing up across his shoulder, toward the sound of the double door to the mansion opening, seeing several people, camera equipment and other filming necessities directed toward her, her face instantly heats up, glows, her humiliation boundless. Staring embarrassingly toward the group, a couple women included, she tilts her head forward between her outstretched breasts, closes her eyes.

       “Getting her ready already… Huh?”  She hears the dark haired female’s voice closing in onto her; the feeling of a smaller hand palming the bottom of her right breast quickly followed by her other breast being groped, the voice sarcastically picking up.  “Hard as a rock… Nice… Nice and solid… Ready for plenty of attention!”             

       Opening her eyes, glancing between her showcased breasts stretching upright in the creaking ropes, she glares over toward the rest of the crew approaching, her eyes fixing on the other woman with bleached blonde hair carrying a glistening black riding crop, her clenched fist encased in its tight basket weave handle.  The outline of the willowy tip flicking back and forth as a camera man strolls behind her with his hand held camera, the red light blinks, obviously centered on her.  Eyes locking, she can sense the woman’s sadistic demeanor, the obvious enjoyment, anticipation of how she’s going to use the crop even as she feels the first woman’s fingernails painfully, slowly scraping across her left pulsing nipple, right nipple, tweaking, spreading a thick salve across her extended areolas, stiff nubs.

       Positioning herself, whip still flexing, waiting for the crew to adjust the reflectors, lighting, other equipment, the bleached blonde gives Bonnie a knowing nod as she watches the first woman finishing with the salve.  Slipping the tip of the crop across one of the hanging ropes, the blonde quips.  “She’s going to finish coating those tits of yours in a moment….  The salve’s going to help… Not with the pain, but the bruising, tearing from this crop.”

       Stepping back, giving a quick nod, the dark haired woman stops beside the crank supporting the stretching ropes affixed to the wooden post as the blonde positions herself to Bonnie’s right side.  A quick twist of the handle, followed by another firmer, slower twist and Bonnie feels herself being hoisted upwards by her breasts, her toes barely touching the ground as she begins to twist on her tip toes.  Another crank, the toes of her left foot probing, twitching across the lawn, yet another crank, the clawing toes of both feet quivering, her legs trembling as she slowly twists, sways by her bare breasts bulging in the creaking ropes as just the tips of hr toes glide across the grass.

       One final crank, the ropes jerk, her naked body shudders as her head tilts back, her nipples bulging upwards, even higher then her flushing face.  Stepping away from the crank, again positioning herself behind Bonnie’s swaying, virtually suspended body, the dark haired woman centers and holds her steady.  The camera zooming in, the blonde raises the crop, snaps it directly across the center of Bonnie’s left nipple, the tip of the lash crisply dividing the swollen nub.

       “Thwack!”

       “Aaaggghhh!”  Screeching, Bonnie’s body twists even as she’s held by the dark haired woman.  Her body shuddering, jerking in the confines of the creaking ropes, the bright red welt’s instantly zoomed in on by the camera being held just inches from the bulging, purplish breast.

       

A few moments, the camera held for various angles, again aligning her still twitching body, positioning her for the different shots, the camera focuses on the crop again as the dark haired woman grips Bonnie’s hips, holds firm.

       “Thwack!”

       “Oomph!”  The crop snapping across the other globe, just beneath the stiff nub, Bonnie again grunts as her body bounces, the ends of the binding ropes disappearing into her ballooning breasts as she’s held from twisting, her toes now barely able to grip the ground.  “Humph!”

       The camera again zooming in, her breast focused in on, that fresh welt’s defined before the cameraman scans upwards, across Bonnie’s agonized face, reddened and puffy as her hair cascades down behind her tilted head.  Stepping back, letting the full view of her naked body come in focus, trembling as the ropes vibrate from her weight, the camera’s centered on the crop one more time as its being raised once again.

       The pain searing in both breasts, pulsing with each heart beat, the harsh leather of the snake like whip leaving thin but defined reddish welts across the fronts of both her bulging melons, Bonnie squints, shakes her head back and forth as she cramps.  Intermittent leg spasms, stomach queasy, she tries to hold her thighs together, her knees together as she feels the warm trickle barely dribbling out from her slit.  The dark haired woman grins as she kneels, spreads Bonnie’s ankles apart from behind, holds tight.

       “Thwack!”  A harsh underhanded snap of the crop, the blonde sensing Bonnie’s dilemma, she slices the whip directly between her parted labia, burying itself into her most sensitive, vulnerable flesh as the dark haired woman leans, steps back.

       “Aaaaggghhhh!!!”  Screaming, urine squirting from between her thighs, the yellow fluid spurts once, twice, a third time as her thighs jerk, her body bucks in her restraints.  Again the camera zooming inward, again Bonnie’s face is flushed, swollen as her breasts stretch even higher, elongating in the tightening ropes as her bodily fluids dribble down her legs, off her toes, pooling across the ground beneath her.

       Slowly stepping around her slumping body in a clockwise direction, the crop slashing her breasts, her stomach, her hips, Bonnie reflexively whimpers and jerks as the camera continues to focus in on her.  A dozen, building to close to two dozen lashings, the dark haired woman steps behind her limp form, grips both welted breasts, holds them firm as the blonde centers herself, begins tapping the crop back and forth, alternating from one breast to the other, one nipple to the other.  Each flick becoming harsher, each breast sprouts a new reddish welt crisscrossing the previous welts.

       Eyes clinched shut, her naked body quivering; her legs trembling; the ropes grind into her searing breasts as she slumps back, sways limply in the creaking ropes.  Focusing on her tortured body, the camera zooms in and then back, turns off.  Lunch time.

End Part 6 

               

        

        

       

       

       

       

       

       

       

           

       

             

ATONEMENT

Chapter Seven

       It’s been but just a couple weeks.  Bonnie wonders to herself what else she, her abused body can be put through, can there possibly be any more humiliations for her to be subjected too?  Sitting in the back of Tim’s car, she glances out at the private entrance as they drive slowly past the occupied guard shack, continuing toward the now familiar house up the neatly manicured brick drive.  A lump in her throat, her thoughts of that long weekend seeming like it were just yesterday racing through in her mind, she braces for what’s in store for her this time around.

       Pulling around the expansive house to the rear garage entrance, the car stopping just outside the closed carriage door, Tim and Christina exit the front seat, shuts their doors nearly simultaneously.  Taking a deep breath, watching her car door opened, she steps out, glances around the side of the house toward the equally manicured yard, the sun setting across the apparatus still prominently displayed where she was videoed and photographed being flogged naked for a fetish magazine and DVD.  Those memories fresh in her mind, she instinctively cups her braless breasts through her flimsy white cotton summer dress, recollecting the memories of the ropes binding, stretching around her tit flesh, suspending her nearly off the ground during her videoed beating that Saturday morning.

       “That made for a nice video Bonnie.”  Tim chuckles, noticing her faraway stare as he smiles, glances over toward the yard then back toward her.  “Don’t be surprised if they’re going to have you do a part two this weekend!”

       “You know there’s going to be something videoed!”  Christina chimes in, adding.  “That first one’s going to be quite a hit by the way they tell it…. Really popular already with the editors.”

       Stepping toward the side door, ringing the buzzer, a matter of moments and the door swings open.

       “Tim… Christina!”  The sandy haired man nods with a smile.  Glancing toward Bonnie, he appreciatively adds.   “And there’s our favorite submissive porn star!... Bonnie… I’ve… We’ve been waiting for your return!”

       Lowering her eyes, his voice searing into her thoughts, she can’t help but noticing the bulge in the crotch of his sweatpants, the mound pressing out between his thighs, the outline of his cock that he used repeatedly in every single one of her orifices just a few days ago when no one else was around.

       “I don’t know how many times I’ve masturbated watching that rough cut video… Watching that tight little innocent body of yours being worked over for what… Almost three whole hours out on the lawn?”  Nodding toward Tim and Cristina, he adds.  “Now at least for the next three days I won’t have to whack off anymore… I understand we’ve got her back here again to use for the whole weekend!”  Glancing toward Bonnie, he adds.  “And do we have some ideas for you and those titties this time around!”  Glancing back toward the pair he adds.  “But first I guess you already know we’re having a private little party later tonight for some interested investors from the west coast…  A new range of porns with her all weekend… The first for tonight just fucking… Yea… She’s going to be sharing the center of attention with someone else she’s familiar with tonight… The two of them will be our source of a new video all evening long.”  Glancing at the trio, especially Bonnie, he adds.  “The rest of the weekend I’m sorry to say Bonnie, is going to make your first video from a couple weeks ago look rather tame!”

       Nodding toward Tim, Christina, he offers.  “Go on in… Make yourselves comfortable; get refreshed before you have to leave.”  Glancing back toward Bonnie as he pulls her aside, grabbing her by the shoulder he harshly orders.  “Get upstairs to that same room you had with us last time… And get out of that dress… Strip naked and bend over and grip those ankles while you wait for me!... The house is empty for the next couple hours… Now go on and be ready to fuck when I get up there!”  Patting her on the ass, he adds.  “We need to loosen you up a bit before tonight’s performance… Let’s see if that ass is still just as nice and tight!”

Flushing as he spins her around, she feels her heart pounding in her chest as she forces herself to obediently find her own way to the rear servant’s stairs to the second floor.  Apprehensively walking to the third entrance along the hallway, she steps inside the already open door.  The familiar room with the familiar bed close to the curtained window, she slowly slips the sandals off her feet one at a time, dropping them across floor beside the bed.  Glancing toward the dresser mirror she slips the summer dress up over her waist, across her breasts and shoulders, slips it out over her head, drops it across the starched white comforter covering the king sized mattress.  Glancing again at her reflection in  the mirror, the ceiling light glimmers off her tanned glistening body as her naked image stares back at her.  The lash marks faded, she’s beginning to understand why she’s not been whipped the past couple weeks, why she’s been ordered to get regular tans at the salon.

       Thinking of his belligerent tone, the threat of him soon sodomizing her, and she apprehensively realizes it’s just the beginning of another three day weekend at this house, the entire estate something out of a fiction novel, a sadistic tale.  The despair along with the chilling anticipation of what their plans are for her sends chills up her spine.  Knowing everything they do with her is going to be videoed, the participant’s obviously sick individuals, she can’t block out the fact that she’s come here almost willingly herself, even if it is under duress.

Outside noise breaking her train of thought, stepping toward the window and barely parting the curtain, staring down toward the driveway she watches Tim and Christina’s car leaving.  “Not ready yet?”  The sandy haired man’s voice firmly rings out from behind her, from the hallway as she turns, crosses her bare breasts while reflexively flattening them across her chest with her forearms.

       “Close that curtain… Now get over here and show me those bare tits again… Shove ‘em out here for me!… Way out… Make ‘em stretch… Shake ‘em too!... Now!”  He orders in his gruff voice.

       Letting the curtain quickly slip shut even as he’s scolding her, apprehensively stepping toward him as she lowers her arms, hands, she glances down toward her globular melons as she embarrassingly watches the thick nipples jiggle back and forth across her  swaying breasts while she reluctantly obeys, forces herself to hesitantly jerk her shoulders from side to side as commanded.  Arching her shoulders back, pushing her breasts outward, she lowers her eyes as his hands reaches out and cups both.

       “Damn Bonnie!... This is still a nice fucking rack!”  He smirks as he presses the palms of her hands against her breasts.  “Yea… I think I’m going to give ‘em a little workout after I’m done sticking my cock up your ass!... Now go ahead and bend that ass over by the bottom of the bed for me!... Now!” 

       Stepping nervously toward the foot of the bed, still hesitantly turning, bending, she slips her hands down her sides, reaches out and grips her ankles as she feels her breasts brushing across her knees.

       “Spread!”

       Again awkwardly obeying, shuffling her feet wider apart, breasts freely swaying, she feels the back of her head, her shoulders press across the wooden foot-rail of the bed.  Struggling to breathe while feeling like she’s folded in half, she grunts, moans with each breath as she watches from between her legs as he approaches her backside.  Seeing his sweatpants dropping to his ankles, feeling his hands on her butt cheeks, she braces as his thick cock hanging, swaying between his legs brushes across her bare thighs.

       “Damn!”  He exclaims as he aligns the head of his swelling shaft against her spreading slit, rubs it against her clit.  “I’ve been thinking of this since you left!”  Still probing, slipping the rounded tip just into the rim of her spreading orifice, spreading her labia folds with his fingertips, he spits on his other hand, smacks it across her spreading vulva, jerks his hips forward, thrusts completely in on a single, slow but forceful thrust.

       “Oomph!...Aaaggghhh!”  Feeling her vagina stretching, the head of his shaft practically burying itself against her womb, her back’s forced to grind against the end of the bed.

       Quivering, firmly impaled for several seconds, his cock then just as slowly withdrawing, her labia flesh grips, pulls back across his thick shaft as she feels his cock slipping free, tugging her hips with him.  His shaft ‘plopping’ free, her naked body again rocks forward, her knees trembling, almost buckling. “Ooohhh!”

       “Oops… Wrong hole!”  He sarcastically scowls…  “I said I was going to fuck you in that tight little ass of yours… Didn’t I?”

       Her heart pounding as again feeling his shaft pressing between her thighs, the swelling head presses against the rim of her anus as she frantically grips her ankles, feels her sphincter muscles stretching, gripping his still swelling cock as he forces just an inch or so inside her stretching rectum.

       “Oomph!”  Spreading, burning, she feels the flesh around her rectum almost tearing as he penetrates another slow, painful inch.  “Aaggghhhh!”  Again her back pressing against the foot board, her shuddering, contracting sphincter muscles gripping his shaft as he flexes his hips forward, she continues to grunt as he rams another couple thick inches between her trembling thighs.

       “Hold still… Take a breath!”  He grunts as his thighs stiffen.  “All the way this time!”  Reaching down, gripping, twisting and stretching her breasts around her quivering legs in his tightening fists, a sudden thrust, his cock burrows up to the hilt.

       “Aaaaaggggghhhhh!!!”  Slamming against the bed board, her hands jerking up across her butt cheeks, she screams as his cock rips at her tearing rectum.  “Ooooommmpphh!” Another groan as she feels his shaft twitching, pulsing deep inside her as her knees buckle, the top of her head scraping the floor as her breasts stretch back past her shuddering knees in his tight clench.

       “Hold still!”  He orders as he slowly flexes his hips, withdraws and inch or so at a time.  Watching her naked body trembling, smiling to himself as the head of his cock slips out, crimson tinged as it glistens, pulses, he releases her breasts as he grips her hands, spins her around and roughly forces her onto her knees.  “Open wide… Now!… Open and assume the position for me to shoot a load in that mouth… Push those tits up toward me too while I face fuck you!”

       Her rectum burning, forced to glance toward his thickening cock, her mouth hesitantly parts as she nervously cups the bottoms of her breasts, lifts them up toward him.  Watching the head of his cock brushing across her cheek, flicking against her nose as he slowly strokes his shaft with his right hand, she keeps her lips spread, waits.  The head of his cock pulsing as he flicks it, an oozing dribble across her lips and she tastes his pre cum mixed with her own glistening secretions.  Reflexively gripping, squeezing her globular mounds as she closes her eyes, she lets the head of his shaft slip between her spreading lips, feels it press across her tongue.

       Grunting, pressing against her face, pumping a little harsher, he grips the back of her head as he jams his manhood further between her lips, forces over half his shaft inward with a single thrust.  “Oomph!... Yeh… Yes!... Push those tits up here bitch!”  Grunting, groaning as he pumps deeper, he feels his pulsing shaft pressing against her throat, jamming past her tongue, her tonsils as her closed eyes widen, glare upwards into his as she struggles for breath while continuing to squeeze her darkening bulging breasts up towards him.

       Thrusting, ramming, his cock disappears between her stretching lips, deep into her yawning mouth as saliva drools from the sides of her face, her eyes rolling back in her head as her nostrils flair for air, her hollowing stomach flexing as her hips tremble above her jerking knees.  His scrotum slapping across her chin as he burrows, thrusts, she can feel the pulsing, the mounting contractions of his thick shaft as he grips the back of her head with both hands, forces her face against his pubic mound, spurts, explodes his load deep inside her grasping mouth.  His cock pulsing, his cum squirting in her throat, he jerks back, splashes her face with another wad of cum as he twists her head back and away.

       Gasping, air gushing into her lungs, his cum covering her nose, eyes as it streaks across her still parted lips, her gripped breasts are discolored, swollen between her clenching fists as she blinks her eyes.

       “Lick It clean… Then swallow!”  He orders as he slips his glistening shaft back and forth across her face, against her lips, smearing his cum in a trail across her mouth.  “Use that tongue and lick me completely clean, then lick around your mouth… Clean it up!  He continues in a stern voice as he grips her forearms, lifts upwards.  “And stretch those arms up too … Put your hands up there behind your head… Push those titties out for me so I can play with ‘em while you finish licking!”

       Staring down at her flushed face, still thinking how beautiful and extraordinary her body is for her age, being in her late thirties, thinking how harsh it all has to be for her mentally, again at her age to accept this kind of humiliation, the abuse, he smiles to himself as he lowers his hands, gives both breasts a harsh twist, firmly lifts.

       Frantically arching, twisting, she pushes her antagonized breasts further outward in his hands as she clenches her fingers behind her neck.  Rising, stretching on her knees, forcing herself upward on the tops of her feet while she’s hoisted by his fists twisting at her clenched breasts, her head tilts back as she bites down on her lower lip to suppress her pain.  Holding her breath, she feels her breasts stretching until he again finally lets her down, momentarily releases her pain wracked melons.  Cautiously glancing up into his eyes through her tears, watching and feeling him getting a firmer grip, cupping both her firm melons again in his palms she softly moans, waits for another painful manipulation.

       “I said suck my dick!”  He scolds, staring back down and nodding menacingly toward his cock swaying in front of her face, feeling her breasts natural fullness, melding, tweaking the nipples as she humiliatingly begins working her flexing tongue, licking close to his scrotum.  Again lifting with his tensioning grip encircling her breasts, his forearms flexing as he hoists her upwards, he forces his cock deeper into her mouth as her knees lift upwards barely scraping the floor.

       “Arms up and apart!... Legs too… Lift your feet up behind you!”  He grunts as her bulging breasts discolor in his gripping fists.  “Out and apart… Now!” He almost screams his sadistic command as he spreads his legs for balance, his biceps, forearms flexing, straining as he lifts upwards.

       Mouth stretched wide, unclenching her fists, she raises and stretches her arms outward, her fingers spread wide as she’s again painfully hoisted from the floor by her aching melons.  ”Arch that back… Arms further back!... Keep sucking that dick!”  He again menacingly orders as she feebly tries to obey his practically impossible order, her body painfully arching backwards as she quivers with her arms trembling back high above her head.

       Lifted up off the floor, hoisted only by her breasts in his powerful grip, his cock halfway in, halfway out of her mouth, she struggles to breathe as the searing pain tears through her tortured chest.  Tears streak down her cheeks as he lifts higher, her feet flexing up behind her trembling thighs as he stares down toward her.  Clenching her trembling fists while struggling to keep her knees spread apart as she’s suspended above the floor in her unimaginable position, she’s finally dropped to the floor.  Sprawled, staring toward the open doorway through her blurring eyes, in excruciating pain and humiliation, she’s stunned by the sight of the black man stepping in from the hallway, the same man with the huge cock from the cellar she was forced to mount before.

       Dressed only in a dark robe and sandals he silently walks toward her.  Gripping her from behind, he lifts her off the floor.  Cradling her in his arms, turning back to the hallway he silently begins his descent down the rear stairway, past the first floor, into the bowels of the mansion.  The winding stairs, the stone walls, the trail to the mansion’s closed dungeon door are all forebodingly familiar.

       The door swung opened by the sandy haired man, she’s carried to the vacant wooden rack, laid on her back across its harsh surface.  Everything so surreal, heart pounding, eyes widening as her arms and legs are stretched outward by the two men, ropes wrapped, secured around her wrists and ankles, she feels the almost instantaneous stretching of her naked body as the methodical ‘clanking’ of the wooden wheel echoes above her head  as  the handle’s slowly turned in the black man’s grip.

        ‘Clank……………… Clank…………… Clank!’

       Slowly tugged, a block of wood slid under the small of her back and her nude body begins to arch painfully upwards, her breasts separating, spreading apart as the tendons in her arms, legs become defined under her taut flesh.

       ‘Clank!............... Clank!’

       Biting on her lower lip, her body stretching, she frantically glances downward from between her taut, hollowed armpits, across her thrust out sternum as her raising breasts form into firm globular mounds.  The nipples quivering, she feels the burning in her extremities as the ropes tug at her hip joints, her shoulders.

       ‘Clank!.................. Clank!’

       “Oomph!”  Letting the back of her head drop back against the wooden surface between her stretching arms as she grunts, closes her eyes, each slow ‘clank’ sends a fresh painful burning jolt through her body.   Het taut body practically vibrating between the creaking ropes, only the small of her back supported across the rack by the narrow slate of wood crossing beneath her and the table, she clinches her fists, curls her toes as the ropes chaff across her bound wrists and ankles.

       ‘Clank!’

       “Ohhhhhh!”  Another moan as the ropes creak, stretch even tighter with each insidious manipulation as she twists her neck, buries her face against her left arm, feels the salty moisture of her perspiration burning her tearing eyes.

           The Jamaican watches her naked body trembling, tautly stretched outward on the rack beneath him and the other man, the only ones in the dungeon, no one else around.  Dropping his robe, his thick, long cock semi-erect, he steps toward the upper half of the rack, flips his huge shaft across her chest, slapping across her bare breasts.

       Feeling the weight of his cock, the warmth, almost heat as it slides between, across her arched out breasts, she turns her face away as it slaps up beneath her chin, across her forehead.  Feeling her hair gripped, her face turned upright, the thick cock slaps across her lips, her nose as he grins down toward her, his white teeth brightly shinning.

       “Open wide!”  He grunts with more then just a hint of his Jamaican accent.  “Taste my cock… The one you rode the last time here!”  Gripping, twisting her hair to tilt her face toward him, watching her wide eyes glare up at him as her lips slowly part, he smiles, grips his shaft just below the crown, presses it toward her opening mouth.  “Wider girl… Much wider for this cock to fit in there!”

          Feeling the hot dark meat pressing against her lips, her mouth stretching obscenely open, just the head probing, thrusting inward, her jaws ache as she moans.   Head tilting back while her lips tautly form a circle around the throbbing head of his shaft borrowing inward, her repeated grunts echo against the stone walls.  “Ooohhh!... Aaagghhh… Oomph!”

       Gasping, gagging as her body quivers in its tight bindings, her jaws feeling on the verge of dislocating, she fights for breath as her muscles tense throughout her flexing body.  Squinting her eyes, clenching her numbing fists, she feels the monstrous shaft being forced down into her throat, crushing her tongue beneath the burrowing meat.  “Oooommmpphh!!”  

         “That’s it girl… See?”  He’s pleased with himself as he forces his cock in just a little deeper, her face distorting as her stomach ripples, her naked body bows beneath him.  “Your mouth will stretch wide enough for this cock of mine!... It just takes time girl!”  Probing another couple inches, watching her naked body reflexively bowing, arching between the creaking ropes as she gurgles, he slips his cock back out, lets it slap again across her quivering melons as he glances toward the sandy haired man with a grin, speaks.  “Your turn man… Before I fuck her good… Maybe split her pussy apart this time!”

       “Why don’t you just work on those titties some, first?”  The man smiles back as he’s amused by the black glistening shaft resting like a coiling snake across Bonnie’s flattening breasts.  “I’ve been fucking her…Use that log you call a cock and see if you can put some bruises on those tits of hers pushed up there.”

       “Like this?”  Gripping his thick, swaying cock between his tightening fist, swaying his hips, arching forward, he slams the virtually black meat downward as Bonnie’s reddened eyes stare toward it in disbelief.

       “Thwack!”

       “Oomph!”  His shaft slamming across her hallowed stomach, she feels the air gush from her lungs as she grunts, arches.

       The sandy haired man stepping around the table grips Bonnie’s hair, forces her face toward the naked Jamaican, her disbelieving eyes toward his fist welding the huge swaying cock as he grunts.  “Go ahead… Pound those tits… The tits!”

       “Thwack!”

       “Yeh… That’s it!... Right across those nipples… Harder now!”

       The thick meat slamming painfully across her right breast, pressing her outthrust nipple deep into her flattening breast, she can barely utter a whimpering sound as she tries to catch her breath.

       “A new meaning for titty fucked…Huh?”  The man holding Bonnie’s hair scowls even as the obscenely long cock flexes downward from the tiptoeing man.

       “Thwack!”  Slamming off her jerking melon, glancing off her chin, she squints, grunts with pain as his thick manhood bruises her assaulted breast.

       “Thwack!... Thwack!............. Thwack!”  Back and forth, tiptoeing, lunging forward beside the rack, slamming his cock downward a couple times, his pulsing meat actually bows, flexes across her left breast, her right.  Swaying his hips, rearing back before he again slams his cock toward her again, grunting, he slams it downward across both.

       “Oomph!”  Chin forced down against her sternum, hazed eyes glaring straight ahead as his cock pounds across her breasts, the physical pain and the mounting humiliation’s surreal as his cock repeatedly slams into her again an again, like a fist slamming across her arching body.

       “Let’s see you hammer that cunt once!”

       Nodding, stepping down the side of the rack a step, he again twists his hips, flexes his monstrous cock at an angle across Bonnie’s stretched thighs.  “Smack!”

       “Oomph!”  Hips flexing from above the rack, the thick shaft slamming against her parted labium, flattening her raw clit, she bites her lip as her eyes squints shut.

       “Listen to me Bonnie!”  The sandy haired man leans over, whispers in her ear.  “I want you to remember something.”

       Twisting her face toward his as he nods for the Jamaican to step back, he stares into her swollen eyes.  “This was just a little game… From now on while you’re visiting us, my friend here will always be available to me… Just minutes away… Remember that!”

       Running his open hand across her glistening breasts, the barely discernable discoloring bruise around her nipple, he adds.  “This is going to be our little secret from the rest of the staff… Anyone!... This little play area’s off limits unless the group’s in session… But I’ve decided you’re mine for whatever I want from you down here… No matter even if no one else is in the mansion… Now… Like I said, it has to remain our secret… Don’t tell a sole or I’ll drag your ass back down here when I’ve got you alone like today and have him impale you with that cock of his!... Not just your cunt… But your ass… And even your mouth… I’ll have him bury his cock up to his balls down your throat!... Even beat you with it again!”

       “Now tell me you belong to me… To do with as I want down here!... And it’s just our secret… Tell me now or I’ll have him deep throat you!”

       The physical pain of her stretched body pulsing through every joint, forced to stare back into his eyes as she can’t even imagine that huge cock being forced down her throat, she hoarsely mumbles…. I’m… I’m yours to do with as you want… I… I belong to … To you to bring down here!... Nobody will… Will ever know!... Okay?... Okay?”

       He s smiles, give’s a nod toward the Jamaican at the head of the rack as the tensioning ropes are reversed.  As her body relaxes from the taut ropes, he again leans over.  “Time to get back upstairs… Clean you up and get you ready for this evening…. By the way… The new video tonight’s going to be him fucking your brains out for a couple hours!

Releasing the restraints, he adds.  “Maybe before the weekend’s over, I’ll bring you back down here… Just the two of us next time… I like the way you look on this rack!... Makes those tits so inviting!”

End Chapter 7

       

        

       

             

        

              

       

        

ATONEMENT

Chapter 8

       The first couple days of the weekend having slowly, agonizingly passed, Bonnie lays on the bed alone, mentally, physically exhausted, only to relive the humiliating experiences in her mind of the most recent days, not to mention the past few weeks.  Every orifice used, abused repeatedly by the Jamaican during an over two hour ‘production’ on Friday night, she still can’t believe his monstrous cock could completely fit inside her, much less not split her apart.  Tossed around like a rag doll, sodomized, deep throated and just plain fucked the old fashioned way while the cameras clicked, the video equipment focused in from the ‘crew’ of the production staff, she can’t even imagine the video.

       Lying naked on her back above the bedspread, still not dried off from having taken the last of three, or was it four long hot showers, she lets her arms rest across her damp chest while cupping her aching breasts.  Yesterday just being another long day of humiliation filled with more pain just like her first trip to this place, a couple sessions split up before and after lunch of being stretched and tormented in front of the same group, she feels the warmth of the slight burning of her skin from being exposed nude most of yesterday under the hot sun for more videos.  Then again, the warmth across her breasts is also certainly the mixed remnant of the countless lashings from the flat razor straps applied across that area of her naked body as she hung by her wrists beneath that apparatus outside the rear of the house.

       Waiting now for what must have been most of the day, relieved, yet somewhat surprised that she was allowed to spend the past evening alone in her room without being used or flogged, she agonizes what’s in store for her next.  Hearing occasional quips from the crew yesterday, a couple tossed out teases obviously meant to antagonize her, she’s certain she’ll be naked and abused again in front of plenty of strangers for another video.  Lying back quietly, still deep in her thoughts, hearing the footsteps in the hallway, the door tapped on with a couple quick raps and it swings open.

       “Okay, Bonnie… Up and at ‘em!... The day’s almost gone.”

       Hearing the female voice, glancing toward the opening door while crossing her arms over her breasts, Bonnie leans upright as she glances toward the pair of women from her first visit, the initial video.  Instantly recognizing them, seeing their garb, both dressed in identical black leather outfits except for one having blonde hair, the other dark, they’d almost pass as twins.  The blonde in the lead, smiling as she steps toward the bed, Bonnie catches a quick glimpse of the dark haired woman carrying a handful of leather apparel.

       “Come on girl… Time’s a wasting… Let’s get dressed.”  The blonde almost jovially orders.  “Stand up… Get off the bed!... Spread those legs and lift those hands above your head!... Get going… You’ve got guests down stairs waiting to see you worked out!”

       Hesitantly obeying she slides across the mattress, breasts swaying free as she arches upward into a sitting position she slips off the bed, stands between the two dominant appearing women.  Virtually ignoring her own nakedness now, she slowly raises her arms above her shoulders, interlocks her fingers above her head.  Humiliated, it’s becoming the norm during her stays here.

       “Damn it girl… Turn round for me!”  The dark haired woman grins, smirking.  “Hope I fucking have a body like that when I’m your age!”  Watching Bonnie obey, glancing over her glistening body while dropping her handful of leather across the bed, she cups both Bonnie’s breasts, gives them a slight bouncing flip as she slowly turns her just a little further to face her.  “Still firm as hell aren’t the?... Nice, full size too!... Damn, they feel good.”  Again cupping, melding both mounds, tweaking the nipples, she looks Bonnie directly into the eyes, asks almost politely.  “What are they?… Bra size I mean………. Well?”

       Glancing back into the dark haired woman’s piercing eyes, reflexively glancing back down toward her cupped breasts, the thickening nipples responding to the teasing tweaks, Bonnie mutters.  “Thirty… Thirty four C.”  Feeling her breasts pushing outward, reflexively following the tugging fingers pinching her stretching nipples, her raised arms sway slightly back behind her head as she repeats herself, this time with more of a grunt,  “They… They’re thirty four C’s…. C’s.”

       “Yea… That’s about what I figured… Nice ass too!”  Bonnie hears the blond behind her.  “She’s right…You’d pass as nearly half your age… No wonder they’re spending so much time with you doing those video’s… You’re a hot little bitch!... Kind of an innocent sexy … But then again… I hear you’re not so innocent, huh?”  The blonde continues. “Anyways… Spread out a little more for us before we dress you up with these straps… Spread that pussy.”  Feeling her butt cheeks being spread, fingers slipping between her thighs into her spreading slit, she barely bites her lower lip as her pubic mound reflexively thrusts forward.  Standing between the women while spreading her feet wider, clenching her fists and stretching out her arms as her breasts, vagina are being roughly manipulated, she finds herself barely groaning.  Holding her grunts back as the women’s fingers explore her naked flesh, she feels the warmth spreading across her blushing face.

       “Don’t move until we tell you to…. Understand?”

       Nodding, arms still slightly swaying back and forth as her fingers separate, hands stretching apart above her head, Bonnie practically whispers.  “Ye… Yes… I… do.”

       Closing her eyes, feeling the leather straps sliding across her bare flesh, being manipulated as the separate straps are fitted, adjusted, she struggles to remain still as the two women work together tightening, fastening them up, down and across her naked body.  Placed across her chest, circling her thighs, her hips, she feels the tensioning of her breasts swelling from the crisscrossing straps above and below her separating globes.  Feeling the blonde gripping her arms from behind, she allows her to slide them down toward her sides, press her elbows together.  Obediently watching in silence as the dark haired woman steps beside her, slips a series of straps from her wrists up to just below her shoulder blades, she feels the tension of the binding straps mount across, confine her naked body.

       Each strap tightened in a series of twists starting down at her wrists and working upward, Bonnie feels the continuous painful tensioning with each jerk as she grunts while her arms are slowly forced closer together behind her.  Her thrust out breasts already mounted between the pair of wider leather straps across her chest, she feels the swelling mounds bounce and jerk while spreading ever wider apart as her elbows are drawn even tighter until they’re finally pressed forcefully together.

       “Ohh!… That… That hurts!”  Bonnie can’t help whining as her shoulders arch back, her breasts thrust out and bounce as she tiptoes.

       “Hush!”  The blonde scolds as she gives another jerk.  “We want these titties to stand out there nice and proud…. Now don’t we?” Giving another yank, watching the swelling mounds bounce, the nipples jiggle, she adds.  “They’re going to be doing quite a bit of bouncing once you’re ready, girlfriend… This ain’t nothing yet. 

       Lowering her gaze, feeling her chin lifted in the palm of the dark haired woman’s hand, she’s forced to look into her eyes.

       “She asked you a question Bonnie.”  She scolds.  “I think I heard her ask if you want those tits pushed out… Now answer her properly!”

       Feeling her cheeks pressing together between the tightening fingers, still looking into the piercing eyes, Bonnie realizes she’s being humiliated as a game between the pair as she stutters.  “Yes… Yes… I want that… Okay.”

       Reaching out with her other hand, gripping the left nipple between her bent thumb and forefinger, a harsh twist and the dark haired woman demands again.  “And what exactly is it you want, Bonnie?”

       “Oomph!”   The sharp pain burning through her breast even as her back’s forced to bow even further, she blurts.  “Yes… I want… Want my titties to… To stand… To stand out… Oomph!... Oomph!”  Grunting, responding to the pain in her bowed shoulders and her clenched nipple, her eyes well up as a tear trickles off her cheek.

       “That’s better, that’s what we thought… You want them standing out there with those nipples bared… To be whipped with a crop… Don’t you?”  The blonde antagonizes as she causally checks the straps with not so gentle tugs.  “Tell us how you can’t wait for those nipples to be whipped raw in front of the video equipment downstairs tonight.”  She adds as she steps around, stands next to the other woman.  “That’s what you’re being prepared for you know… To have those tits really worked over for an entire video session as soon as we take you down there!”

       Eyes blurring, glancing down toward her breasts, Bonnie noticeably trembles as she feels the dark haired woman’s fingers pressing again on her aching nipple.

       “You going to answer now?... You know you are one way or the other… And properly!”  She adds with a series of crisp pinches.

       “Oh God!... Yes!... I… I want… I want my titties whipped…. My nipples whipped for a video!... Ouch!... Yes… I want my titties pushed out like this… And… Ouch!... And… And my nipples cropped until they’re… Oh God!... ‘Till they’re raw, raw!”  She grunts as her knees bow, her stomach flexes, the pain jolting through her throbbing nipple.

       “There then… That’s better.”  The blond smiles, glancing toward the other woman.  “We need to get that tight little pussy of hers ready too!... Don’t we?”  Glancing toward Bonnie, she grins.  “Want to know what’s in store for that cunt of yours too?... I really don’t think you’re going to like it very much!”

Her shoulders painfully bowing back, glancing downward between the hollow of her now taut, discoloring globular mounds, she slowly twists her head from side to side, her eyes darting from one jiggling nipple to the other as they seem to point in virtually opposite directions as the areolas have become large flat ovals spreading outward across her breasts.  “Wha… What?”  She almost reflexively asks in humiliation, fearful of the answer.  “Oh God… What?”

“I… I think we’ll just have to leave that to your imagination.”  The blonde scolds as she clips a leader leash to the chocker collar being applied.  “There!”  She adds.  “Now for the stilettos and slick your hair back and we’re ready to parade you down in front of the guests… Oh, I forgot… The ‘O’ ring too!”

A few more minutes of manipulation, her mind wandering, wondering what pain’s in store for her next, she barely notices the final preparations being completed until the hard rubber bright red ring’s spread between her lips, its black straps fastened behind her neck.  Prepared, finding herself being led down the hallway, the six inch stilettos almost impossible for her to balance in, she feels the blonde’s hands gripping her wrists from behind as the dark haired woman leads her.  Drool already dripping from the corners of her mouth, streaking across, between her naked breasts; she clumsily navigates the staircase down to the foyer, toward a group of formally attired guests obviously awaiting her presence as they mingle, have cocktails in a ballroom, and all with black masks covering their eyes.

Led through the mixed group toward a podium somewhat in the center of the floor and past a setting-up filming crew, she’s assisted up its pair of carpeted steps.  Turned to face the room as her wrists are secured by the dark haired woman to the single post mounted behind her, her ankles are spread with each shackled to an eyehook in the floor by the blond.  Breasts thrust out from her aching torso, staring straight ahead as the group’s drawn around the podium, the lights in the ceiling dim, the shadows encompassing all but the podium with its singular lamp above it still lit.  The room’s even more ominous as the pair of women step aside, leaving her alone with the video gear in motion, filming around her naked body from different angles.

The light from the foyer momentarily blocked, she stares toward the surreal silhouette of a man dressed completely in black as he hesitantly approaches, a flexing riding crop in his left fist.  Stout and muscular, bare-chested with typical leather bondage attire complete with a full black hood, he steps forward silently, the crop flicking back and forth, the ominous swishing cutting through the virtual silence.  The drool a steady, thin streak off her chin clinging to her bare right breast, her eyes widen as he steps closer, toward the edge of the podium to her right.

Unable to make out anything but a glint in his dark eyes behind the hooded mask’s narrow slits, watching as if in slow motion as his right bicep swells while he switches the crop from one hand to the other, she holds her breath at the sight of him ominously bending, bowing the tip completely back to his wrist.  Her eyes glued to the snakelike black leather crop being raised toward the side of her thrust out breast just inches from her jiggling nipple, feeling her heart pounding in her chest, she grunts as her eyes fixate toward his fingertips slipping down the very tip of the crop.  Watching the willowy leather flex, press toward her unprotected breast, she reflexively twitches while fruitlessly trying to somehow shield her jiggling nipple as the bowed crop is scraped across the tip of the nub once, twice, a third time, threateningly, but without yet being released.

Only her breathing, her groans audible, the group huddling close around virtually silent with the exception of an occasional flash of a camera, the hulking man steps back a step, lowers the crop and just momentarily hesitating, slowly steps toward the other side of the podium.  Her widening eyes transfixed, unblinking, staring toward the crop as he again flexes it, swishes it back and forth a couple times in front of her, defensively twisting, her breasts sway, clamped tightly between the leather straps borrowing against her contorting chest.  Her other breast now obviously his target to antagonize her, holding her breath again, twisting her body away as much as allowable by the bindings, still staring directly toward the flexing crop, she moans as he flexes it into an ominous loop, slides the side of the harsh leather back and forth a couple times across that nub, pressing inward, flattening it into the spread areola, her swelling globe.

Again apprehensively watching him sliding the still curled crop away, still threateningly aimed toward her nipple while he drops to his knees in front of her, she frantically mumbles through the gag, more saliva drooling down off her chin, across her sternum.  Shoulders aching, her body tensing, trembling above the small group surrounding the podium as the cameras continue to roll, flash, she shakes her head frantically back and forth as she watches blurry eyed while he sadistically taps the tip of the crop across her shaven pubic mound.  Glaring downward between her quivering breasts, past both nipples somehow puckered, swelling from the harshness of the contact with the crop, she’s unable to see down past the crisscrossing leather straps.  Feeling the flexing tip of the crop slide further downward across her quivering flesh, sadistically tapping back and forth across the puffy folds of her labia, she can only grunt while twisting from side to side.  The crop positioned below her exposed clit, its tip’s slipped further between her thighs, slid an inch or so inside her spreading slit while dragging the nub of her clit with it, once again it’s slid outward, pulled away.

The room still eerily quiet, again just her grunts, the occasional tap of the leather across her bare flesh, hearing it, feeling it, she can’t control the twitching of her thighs, the trembling of her breasts as the dampening leather straps seem to tighten all across her heated, equally damp flesh.  Terrified of being flogged across her already abused vagina, her clit, yet the deliberate teasing of where she’s going to be whipped plays havoc with her thoughts as she feels the twisting, churning in the pit of her stomach, also begins to feels the initial pressure mounting in her bladder as she tries to hold back the urge to urinate.  Her nerves on edge, her eyes burning from perspiration, she repeatedly tries to force her knees together, press her thighs together to protect her vagina from the crop.

Slowly rising from his knees, again he steps back, calculatingly circles the podium until he’s positioned himself behind her, out of her sight.  Somewhat nervous, yet more then enjoying himself, he’s pleased at the unexpected opportunity to punish, humiliate her, to have the power to inflict both physical and psychological pain on her in front of these people, the cameras.  Thinking of the initial video he unexpectedly received, having watched it time and again of her being abused her very first time, glancing at the flexing crop, back again toward her trembling body, so familiar, yet so erotically offered to him, sensing her mounting torment, he’s ready to use the leather on her naked flesh in earnest.

A tap on her left butt cheek, a couple taps on her right butt cheek, watching her twitching with each tap, he pushes the tip of the crop up between her boyish rumps, slips it past the puckered sphincter muscles circling her rectum.   Watching her jerking, trying to tiptoe, if she even could in those six inch stilettos, he listens to her again grunting as he slips the crop slowly back out from between her thighs, taps it straight upward a couple harsh times between the twin folds of her labia.

Twisting her head from one side to the other, back and forth, she’s unable to get a clear view of her tormenter as she feels the leather smack between her thighs, painful flicks of the crop across her vulva.  Still, just momentarily for some reason the thought flashes through her mind that something’s vaguely familiar about him, his stature, his appearance.  Feeling another tap, a harsher flick directed across her clit, she reflexively jerks forward, her thoughts again focused back to the crop.  Her stomach rippling, breathing becoming more difficult as mucus begins to drain from a flaring nostril, she doesn’t notice the blonde approaching until a mask’s slipped across her forehead, down over her eyes.

Blinded by darkness, instantly her fear becomes more of panic as she can’t sense where he is with the crop, the torment quickly magnified by the cloth mask, the unknown.  Her heart picking up a couple beats, again virtually silence, only her rasping breath as she struggles to remain motionless, to stand firm as her ankles twist in the tall spiked heels as her feet seem to spread even wider, her ankles bowing.  Fingers clenching, fists twisting behind her, she tries to grip the post, to remain stationary, to keep her balance.

Getting comfortable in his part, deciding to pick up the pace, exploring her body in a way like he never even imagined before, he flicks a not so light tap across her right nipple causing her to twitch more adamantly.  Another harsher flick across her belly button, her stomach hollows and flexes while her abs ripple as she grunts out loud.  “Oomph!”  A few more seconds of silently waiting, his excitement mounting as his grip tightens on the twitching crop, another snapping flick with just a little more purpose behind it and the tip of the willowy leather smacks across her exposed clit again.  ‘Thwack!’

“Oomph!... Ohh!”

Hearing the leather striking flesh, he eagerly watches her legs appear to uncontrollably jerk as her knees bend defensively inward while she grunts again.  His emotions of raw sexual excitement, his chest pounding, he watches her clit pulse, redden from the harsh leather, listens to her pleading whimpers through the ’O’ ring stretching her lips apart.  Finding himself less nervous, getting into the swing, to be part of another video of her being abused, but mostly of having the authority to actually whip her naked body anywhere and as harshly as he wants, to see the welts, the contortions he’s causing her body to go through, it’s more erotic then he could even fantasize.  Centering himself, snapping a little firmer flick across her left breast, just below the nipple and above the lower leather strap, he’s impressed by the instantaneous red welt as she reflexively jerks, twists and grunts as a stream of drool flings across her bare breasts from the corner of her chin.  Holding back a smile, watching her nostrils flairing, the ‘O’ ring drooling, the tears tracing below the mask, mixing, dripping across her naked breasts, he almost can’t wait for what’s been planned out for her next, to see what she looks like then, but for now just his enjoyment of flogging her, hurting her.

Escalating to what could be considered the beginning of a harsh lashing and her body’s reacting with glistening reddish stripes.  Each calculated stroke, each flick of the crop and her body reflexively responds, flinches, as still most of the sounds besides the occasional taps of leather across her damp flesh are of her whimpers, groans.  Again on the platform alone, she can only wait between lashings, anticipate during the agonizing lull between the swishing, then smacking sounds of the crop as her glistening body shines beneath the overhead lamp.

A couple agonizing minutes pass by without actually being whipped, just teased, the fresh welts burning across her naked flesh.  Hearing, responding to the occasional swishing of the crop as it’s flicked back and forth from different angles around her without making contact, feeling the rushing air of the crop close to her bare flesh, she can’t help continuously flinching, twisting in her confining leather restraints as she gives out one defensive whimper after another while trying to brace herself for the inevitable. 

Handing the crop to the blond, he’s eager for the next stage of her torment to begin.  Stepping onto the platform as the dark haired woman stands beside him on the floor while opening a cellophane package; he accepts a long thin needle of a syringe from her as his hand quivers, almost trembles with anticipation, excitement.  Positioning himself to Bonnie’s right side, his heart pumps as he cups her swelling globe, feels the firm mound fill his hand like so many times before, but under much different circumstances.  Pinching the clear plastic end of the needle, slipping the pointed tip across her flattened, stretched areola, he rests it against the side of her nipple, the razor sharp tip barely sinking into the hardened tan nub. Taking a moment to stare at her breast in his hand, heart pounding in his chest, he can’t believe he’s about to impale her breast.

Finding his involvement in torturing her surreal, feeling his shaft swelling, pulsing, the excitement of being able to stand disguised in front of these people, the cameras, to do things to her that he could only fantasize about doing, and not just pretending and playing out little sexual games, but to virtually  hurt her to any extent he wants, he again glances over her naked, trembling body, her breasts, her shaven pubic mound as she’s bound and offered up to him, totally helpless, at his mercy.  Taking a deep breath, squeezing her breast a little firmer, the nub bulging against the pointed tip, sinking slowly in, he feels her body jerk as a gurgling sound escapes the glistening ‘O’ ring with the continuing drool of saliva.

The pricking sensation resonating in her gripped breast, feeling the excruciatingly sharp tip of the needle probing inward from the side of her nipple, she grunts in her masked darkness as she attempts to brace herself.  Feeling her breast being squeezed even harsher, her welted nipple swelling against the sharp piercing tip, even blindfolded she realizes what’s being done. Helpless to stop it as she twists, jerks and turns as much as she can while still shackled to the creaking post behind her, the pricking of the needle becomes a piercing pain, her breast being twisted, squeezed.  Grunting, she tries to plead through the mouth gag, inaudibly babbles.

The better part of the next minute she feels the pointed tip sadistically probe against, sink painfully into her swollen nipple, pierce the skin and ram inward.  “Aaaagggghhhh!”  Screaming, the needle held stationary momentarily, it’s then slid slowly through, the tip pressing from the inside out of the stretching nub until piercing through the other side, scrapping across the surface of her taut areola.  “Aaaggghhhh!”  Another guttural grunt as she twists her head, feels her heartbeat thumping in her tortured breast as she feels his hand slide away, feels her swollen globe bounce free between the leather straps.

The blood trickling, dripping from her impaled pulsing nipple, her teeth gnawing into the hard rubber ‘O’ ring, her body trembles as she leans forward from the post behind her, her swollen breasts jaunting out from the binding straps.  Her left breast gripped, twisted and forcing her to stand upright, shaking her head abruptly back and forth, grunting, spittle flecking from the gag, her knees bend as the second sharp needle’s probed, presses inward into the edge of the bud of that nipple.  The sharp point sinking inward and held firm momentarily without yet breaking the skin, then deeper into the tan flesh, still not penetrating, she continues to ramble, mutter and unintelligibly plead until finally, a harsh searing jab.  “Oomph!… Aaaaaggggghhhh!!”  The couple inch needle shaft plunging inward, she feels his fingers twisting, probing the plastic end until the needle pierces through the other side, centers across the oozing tip of her breast as urine uncontrollably spurts, dribbles down from between her thighs, dripping across the podium’s floor.

Stepping back a step, glancing down almost transfixed toward her trembling thighs with the tip of her clit exposed between her spread legs, he feels the dark haired woman’s hand touch his.  Turning, glancing down, seeing a third needle, glancing back toward the spread legs, he grips the needle, almost feverishly kneels down in front of Bonnie.  The urge to fuck her, to pound inside her from both front and back’s almost overwhelming as he tugs at her clit, stretches it impossibly outwards as her pubic mound follows his fingers, shoves forward toward him.  Listening to the intoxicating sounds of her whining, her grunts, he gives a twist with his thumb and forefinger to align the tip of the needle against the base of the meaty flesh while his heart pounds in his chest with excitement.

Glancing up toward her quivering breasts, both needles dripping her crimson blood in sporadic droplets, he senses the fear oozing from her perspiring pores, watches her naked body contorting.  Barely probing, wanting her to realize what’s coming, to know she’s helpless, and now doing what was at one time the unimaginable with her, stretching her clit outward even further as her thighs tremble, his own hands quiver with anticipation as he jams the needle inward with a single harsh thrust, completely through in one motion.  Jerking back, he hears her scream, and scream… And scream again.

“Aaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhh!!!... Aaaaaaaagggghhhhh!!!... Aaaaaggggghhhhh!!”  Her body gyrating, flinging back and forth across the front of the post by her shackled wrists behind her back, he jerks his hands away as the tip of the needle impaling her clit jams into her inner thigh.  Her body convulsing, urine spurting, her knees giving out, she slumps forward,  hangs downward by her stretched back arms, quivering, grunting through the red mouth piece.

Another needle handed up to him, leaning toward her, he ignores her near unconscious state and tugs at a fold of her labium and excitedly watches the needle slide through with hardly any resistance.  A twitch or two with a matching grunt as she continues to slump forward and he grips the other fold between his thumb and forefinger and stretches it downward as he’s handed another needle.  Another twitch of her thighs, another raspy grunt from her ‘O’ ring and he slides that needle through the thin flap of flesh and into place between her glistening thighs.

   Into hurting her, humiliating her, the pair of leather attired women helping, next comes the wires, the weights.  One at a time he’s handed a short length of piano wire looped on both ends.  Unhesitatingly slipping the wire though the center of a five pound plain old barbell weight also handed to him, letting it sway free from his hand, he slips the top loop of the wire across her left nipple, between the perpendicular mounted needle, drops the weight.  Handed a second wire, weight, looping it around the needle piercing her right breast, he lifts that weight a little higher before he lets the metal ring drop, clank against the other one as they drag on her nipples, sway across her chest.  Taking it all in, looking over her abused body, what he’s contributed, the satisfactions immeasurable, the whole scenario a sexual fantasy.

Her grunts just constant rasping moans, he continues, does both folds of her labia with the wires, lets them stretch under another set of weights as her body’s arched forward from the mounting strain.  One more wire, one more weight, the most anticipated yet.  Affixed to the needle piercing her clit, dropped from in front of her quivering navel, that weight clanks against the others between her thighs as it stretches her clit downward, tugs it back and forth between her trembling thighs.

Stepping back, watching the accumulated twenty five pounds of clanking weights drag down off the front of her naked body, her bound breasts stretching, her labia folds stretching down four, five inches in length, her clit stretching downward at least two or more while twisting, swaying between her thighs by the curling weight, he reaches across, slips the mask from her swollen eyes as he smiles behind his.  Turning, stepping from the podium, he allows her to hazily stare down across her abused body, past the leather straps, toward her impalements, the attached weights, the whip marks.    

Staring at her tortured body slumped forward as she pitifully moans while barely conscious; he turns and steps down from the podium.  Passing the cameras, the group of people, he stops at the doorway, turns and glances back at the sight of his unfaithful, estranged wife’s naked, contorted body, her eyes swollen, tear filled.  Taking a few moments, staring at her, he can’t wait to get his copy of this new video.

End Part 8  

 

  

          

       

       

    

ATONEMENT

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

Chapter Nine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End Part 9