INTERNAL INVESTIGATION        

Sonya pulled the razor up one last time and thought to herself, “the things I do for the Company”, although this certainly would not be included in her report to her so-called superior at the CIA.  She looked at herself in her Thai hotel room’s full length bathroom mirror and, as usual, was quite pleased with what she saw.  Her own cat green eyes stared back at her from within the lean, high-cheekboned face, framed by a halo of auburn hair which flowed and naturally waved down to her shoulder blades.  This matched her full pouting lips which she kept tinted a very slight, almost imperceptible orange, their natural rubiness mostly showing through.

Her gaze shifted to her torso, noting with satisfaction the overall body tan she had recently acquired on the beautiful nearby beaches whose waves crashed not 20 yards from her suite.  The golden hue emphasized the magnificent tone of her lean muscles which could be seen moving down her arms and shoulders.  Nipples, the color of her lips and the size of quarters with half-inch nubs, jutted upwards in a perky fashion, perfectly centered in both fleshy globes which were not overly large, just slightly more than a handful, but which stood out prominently like a shelf from her body, without the remotest sign of sagging to belie her 27 years.

Nor was ther the slightest roll over her taut flat stomach of which any international athlete would have been proud.  Her waist was a trim 23 inches over beautifully sculpted hips which displayed in their middle her fire-red bush with its wire curls standing out an inch but which trimmed to cover just slightly wider than her pouting lower lips.

Her legs, like her arms, were long, slender and gracefully muscled.  She turned sideways and stuck out her posterior, noticing once more the immaculately rounded curves of her cheeks, the object of many disappointed artists, photographers and would-be lovers.

As long as she could remember she had greatly admired the female form with its elegant curves, quite unlike the repulsive masculine sharp angles and bloated limbs.  Her face twisted in disgust at the mere thought of men as she shifted her focus back to the reflected image.

The only thing she would wish to change was her height.  She had always wanted to be three inches taller and had been quite disappointed at the age of 15 when she realized her growth had been arrested at an exact 5’10”.  Her eyes wandered back to her bush which she had just finished trimming.  Again she sighed at the things she did for the service and her boss who was, of course, another imbecilic man. 

She looked at what she was to wear, sighed again, and began.  Within two minutes it was done.  She again looked into the glass and hardly noticed the clothes.  Her white bottom piece was a triangle the size of a scout badge with a string running from each corner around her hips and straight up her crack to join at a point on her back just above her ass.  The top, also white, had two more triangular pieces barely large enought to cover her nipples.  Each of their points sprouted a string, two of which joined behind her neck.  Another strand joined the triangles between her breasts and continued to run on both sides till they tied high in her back.  This ‘elaborate’ costume was completed by a pair of white strapped, very narrow, sandals with 4 inch stiletto heels.  The heels’ effect was to turn her ass slightly upwards and to make visible her cunt lips to anyone behind her.

Still, this is what Hing Lee had requested for this afternoon.  Sonya’s mind drifted to Hing Lee and unconsciously her fingers pushed aside the lower triangle of material and stroked her already humid cleft.  She was conflicted: she hated Asians, especially those she called ‘chinks’ but Hing Lee was a total slut when it came to giving tongue.  The things Hing Lee had done to Sonya’s clit the night before were unspeakably delicious and as Sonya reflected upon this her cunt began to exude a creeping moisture which rendered sheer upon contact the small piece of white cloth through which one could now almost see every remaining red hair.

Hing Lee was actually a woman part Thai, part Chinese, but Sonya held little regard for these distinctions.  In her mind there were Whites, Chinks and Niggers in that order, end of story.  “Oh, and at the very bottom of that scale were men......ALL fo them”, she thought as a probing finger pressed against her intact hymen and she winced with the slight pain it caused.  The gynecologist had told her it was unusually thick, that her first experience with intercourse would be quite painful, and had recommended surgical removal.  But she had politely declined, explaining to her that where HER interests lay, there was no chance of intercourse ever occurring.  A thoughtful look had passed between the two.

“Hmmm, the gynecologist’s cunt hadn’t been bad at all”, Sonya recalled, “but her technique had been abyssmal”.  She then thought of the one woman who had tried, in the middle of a sexual romp, to pierce her hyment; that woman had ended up screaming many times before Sonya had finished with her.

It was that thought which brought Sonya’s mind back to the delectable Hing Lee.  Hing Lee was grogeous, tiny, very childish even at the age of 23, and heiress to a huge fortune.  Sonya had been ordered to make her acquaintance her in Thailand because it was thought she was a major link in the Golden Triangle’s flow of opium back to the States.  She was also reportedly involved in smuggling arms out of the U.S and peddling them to non-friendly nations.

With her honed instincts for this type of thing, Sonya found it very difficult to believe that this child-woman could have anything to do with such things.  She had found out Hing Lee’s principal haunt, a very upscale bar in the center of town, and had “accidentally” bumped he rdrink, letting it spill over her own dress.  The bodyguards had moved in fast but Hing Lee had waved them away with that infantile look of exasperation and had wiped away the stains on Sonya’s very low-cut dress in an overly lingering fashion.

In a nonce, Sonya’s nipples had strained upwards through the fabric, as if trying to reach the chinadoll’s mouth.  Hing Lee had noticed and smiled knowingly at the tall stranger and Sonya had feigned an embarrassed, shy giggle.

Hing Lee had lightly pinched and tugged at the protruding nipples through the material and had begun caressing herself between her legs.  They had each quickly finished a drink and gone down the the Rolls which had taken them to Hing Lee’s vast estate just 3 minutes’ drive from Sonya’s hotel.  They had indulged in heavy petting in the back seat, the bodyguards seemingly blind to all that went on.  “God, men can be stupid.  As if I don’t know what they’re really thinking”, she had said to herself.

When they had emerged from the car both had been completely nude save for their expensive shoes.  They had run in, Hing Lee giggling with near hysteria at the sight of Sonya’s tits jogging up and down and sideways, the top of her own head just coming up to  Sonya’s majestically endowed sternum.  Hing Lee’s own breasts were those of a pre-adolescent, barely bulging with pert little nipples.  Her entire body was very narrow, no more than a foot wide at its broadest part, her ass sticking out like small buns in a rack, her cunt only very lightly downed with dark hair whose color matched the shining lustre of the silky locks on her head.

The bedroom was lavish with a four-poster canopy bed, stuffed chairs and luxuriant Persian carpets upon the oak floor.  Hing Lee had produced a bottle of ice-cold champagne and had popped the cork, an effusion of white froth fountaining out of the neck.  Sonya, her service training always to the fore, noticed the Asian woman licking her lips longingly and knew her heart that she would learn what she needed AND get her pleasure from this luscious simpleton.

With an effort Sonya had maintained her best behavior, playing the shy American, sipping champagne, and exchanging soft caresses.  She had found about Hing Lee’s affectation for playing the dominatrix when the waif had put her fingers to Sonya’s nipples and yanked hard in a downwards motion.  Sonya had gone to her knees, holding back countless blows, any of which would have killed that little cunt and dozens more that would have maimed her permanently.  She had had to cultivate this acquaintance and gain her trust if she was to learn anything, but patience, especially towards inferiors, had never been her strong suit.

Small hands had grabbed fistfuls of reddish hair and shoved Sonya’s face against her pelvic bone, bruising her nose.  Stifling a string of epitephs worth of the most crusty veteran of New York’s waste disposal industry, Sonya had begun to lap at the Oriental slit, whimperning now and then for effect.  The Asian had started calling her a sluat and had giggled in her mainiacal little way as she had produced from God knows where a long flat piece of hard rubber and had begun to spank Sonya as the latter tongued her.

Practising her highest form of self-restraint, Sonya had endured these indignities and began to feel the small woman beginning to shake as the spanking increased.  Small, throaty “uuuunnngh, uuuuunnngh, uuuunnnngh” sounds had risen from the darker woman and a sudden orgasm had made her blast her hips forward against Sonya’s nose, once more bringing tears to her eyes.

Looking down at her and laughing insanely Hing Lee had grabbed more hair and dragged Sonya to the bed.  Once there, however, there was no denying her expertise as within minutes she had stormed Sonya’s clit with a flurry of licks and had had her on the brink of a massive climax before slowing down and later starting again.  Sonya had been kept on tha tfine edge for 20 minutes before she had gasped and actually involuntarily yelped for the first time in her life as a massive orgasm had flooded her senses.

While lying back in that glowing aftermath, Hing Lee’s mouth had found those nipples again and, after sucking to make them stand at attention, her fingers one one and her mouth on the other, had without warning simultaneously pinched and bitten hard bringing yet another yelp from Sonya followed by Hing Lee’s high-pitched, totally infuriating laughter.  Sonya’s leap of fury had luckily been mistaken for pain and she had quickly mastered herself once more; but that was definitely NOT the same as forgiving and forgetting.

Before sending her back to her hotel, Hing Lee had beckoned Sonya to follow with a conspirational look, like a child who had decided to show an elder sibling some petty secret thing.  Follwing her downstairs and into a darkened hallway, Sonya had been led past a foot-thick oak and iron-strapped door which creaked with rust when opened.  Sonya had whistled in genuine appreciation, setting off giggles that were even more excited than before.

The room was huge, very high-ceilinged, and though the lights ere bright enough they did little to dispell the gloom created by the mildewed concrete walls and cheaply carpeted floor.  Throughout the room stood engines of bondage and torture which seemed to have sprung from the imagination of Marquis de Sade himself, or perhaps more from Torquemada’s twisted mind.  Rings, shackles and countless other devices graced the walls and floor.  Pulleys, dotted the ceiling and contraptions of nefarious use were everywhere.

But that was not what Hing Lee wished to show Sonya.  Taking her hand and skipping like a shcoolgirl at recess, Hing Lee had maerrily ler her to a darker corner whre stood a cage.  She was positively bubbling as she pointed inside to the figure of a Chinese woman who was on a table.  She was trussed up like a pig at Christmas dinner and chained to the heavy table surface.  She had a ballgag which filled her mouth so she could not close her jaws and a dildo had been shoved up her ass, another up her cunt.

“Poor little Blossom”, Hing Lee had said in her thick asian accent, feigning exaggerated pity.  “She be here five day; only one more to go.  Rook here, see tear on her face.  She must be very sad she have to leave”, she had continued in the same tone.  She had reached behind the victim, grabbed her clit and pinched.  A squeal and many more tears were the immediate result.  Hing Lee had giggled in high tones and had clapped her hands together loudly.  Sonya had already concluded that this clapping of hand signalled Hing Lee’s highest state of excitement and inevitably led to the inflicting of pain.

“My poo’ baby make sound without permission.  We know what that means!”  Going to a rack she grabbed a long whip and in one motion turned and flicked it, but not very hard, against the exposed buttocks.  This time there were more tears but no sound.  Sonya looked and the color the red mark on the victim’s ass was not very deep and would be gone by the next day.  Sonya had also noticed her own excitement growing as evidenced by her slickening cunt lips.

Hing Lee had later explained, “I arways keep girls her for six day, then they go home”. 

“Don’t they go to the police?” Sonya had inquired.

“Oh no, I pay girls good money to come here.  They sign contract; go home rich 6 day later.  And police don’t bother me anyway.”

Before leaving Sonya had asked is she could come back the folowing evening, knowing full well that Hing Lee was very taken by her new American acquaintance.  Hing Lee had quickly agreed but her childish domme excitement had led her to add “we make thing interesting; you can come only if wear this and walk here from hotel”, and she had held up the flimsy outfit that Sonya had now donned in her hotel room.  “Nothing else”, she had added, “except for shoes which driver will give tomorrow”.

Not wishing to jeopardize anything, Sonya had agreed and, still before the mirror she touched her upright nipples through their thin cloth badges.  They were still somewhat sore and she winced.  “Oh yes, she was going to make that fucking little chinese whore pay.......big time.”  She began to think of what she would do.  “Hing Lee might like to play the msitress but she had nothing to back it up.  She had a great dungeon, admittedly, but had no guts to push things and certainly didn’t have the imagination to use it properly.”

For a moment, Sonya considered carrying Hing Lee down to her own dungeon for a little session.  It wouldn’t be difficult.  She decided to play it by ear; anyway, she could do more with her bare hands and string bikini than that little whore could with TWO dungeons.  She looked at her wrist and irritation gripped her, seeing as the watch was not there; Sonya was going to follow Hing Lee’s instructions to the letter...........to start with, anyway.  She found it, saw that it was already 2:35 PM and knew it was time to go.

She could tell the Asian woman was hooked on her and, knowing this as well as how women normally acted in such cases, also knew that tonight she coulod walk all over Hing Lee and it wouldn’t even be held against her.

Grabbing her room key, she exited her room and, realizing she didn’t even have room to hide so much as an aspirin on her, passed by the front desk with long, leggy strides and tossed it to a clerk waiting nearby.  Without checking, she knew that the ‘chink’ clerk followed her ass with his look till she stepped out the front.

It was 95 degrees outside and within 30 seconds a sheen of perspiration shone upon her tawny muscles.  She chanced to look down and saw that the moistness had turned the white triangles of material to filmy gauze.  She could see her nipples and damp pubic hair almost as if she were completely naked.  “FUCK that Hing Lee”, she thought.  She didn’t usually care so much about such things; she had done all sorts of things to lead on all those stupid men, only to dash their hopes; but it was Hing Lee’s motive to embarrass her that tweaked her anger.

She kept walking to growing stares.  Knowing there were men both behind and in front of her at a distance of about 10 feet, she stopped of a sudden and bent over double as if to adjust a sandal strap.  She heard audible gasps as her cunt and tits bulged out in plain view.  She loved doing that to those horny bastards.  Men had absolutely no shame and even less pride.  All that really mattered to them, she had figured very early in life, were their balls, dick and getting their rocks off.  At the age of 12, she had gone out with Jeff Parney, 17 year old captain of the football team.  He had treid to touch her cunt and she had broken both his arms. “That’s what 8 years of karate will do for a 12 year old”, she mutterd to herself as she kept walking, not paing attention to her surroundings.

She then remembered two of the more disgusting truths about men.  She had, out of curiosity and contempt for men, assisted at a few S/M sessions in London.  One man had been tied up and kept erect for 15 straight hours, always on the brink of coming but never quite being pushed over the edge.  There had been one woman or other whose lips had been on his cock (the mere thought simply revolted her; she even refused to eat bananas and hotdogs; just the sight of a woman doing so almost made her puke).  By the fifteenth hour, he had finally broken down and had even agreed to drink another man’s piss and suck his cock till it came, if only they would make him come himself.  He had swigged the piss and sucked a cock, which confirmed EVERYTHING Sonya had theretofore suspected: that men had absolutely NO control over their own bodies and they wre weaklings because of it.  A cruel smile crossed Sonya’s lips as she recalled how that man had finally sucked off the other until the cock had cum in several massive disgusting jets all over his face; the women then brought him to the edge of orgasm and just left him there, laughing all the while.  “What saps men were.”

She broke from her thoughts, swearing to herself as she realized she had missed a turn given all her musings; She took her bearings and cut through an alley, trying to run a little in her stiletos.

Wolf whistles and remarks cut the air, “Hey little girl, you want some candy?”, as well as the laughter which followed another typical, very imaginative male comment.  Four young toughs stood there, one of them obviously having learned English from watching stupid copshows.  They were heavily tattooed and pierced, just like the animals they were.  “Slaves and fucking animals”, she thought; “they were soooooo FUCKING useless”.  They approached with snide, confident looks.  With more annoyance than anything else, Sonya kicked, lunged, chopped and used her elbows in a well timed flurry.  “That’s what 23 years of karate will do for a 27 year old”, she muttered again leaving behind four lads who would undoubtedly be singing soprano for some time.  “ALL men should be castrated at birth”, she added as an afterthought to herself. 

She arrived on time at the front gates of the estate but her bikini was soaked through though she had managed to put everything back in place.  She rang the bell, noting that this was an entry different from the one used the night before.  This one only admitted the view of ten feet of grassy lane before it veered off and disappeard in a tangled jungle hedge whose trees towered well over 100 feet.  A large Nubian man walked up.  Without so much as looking her up and down or greeting her, he unlocked the gate and she walked through and down the grassy path.  Just around the corner she smiled at Hing Lee’s attempt to charm her.

She had sent a beautiful little two-wheeled trap.  It wa bright red with white trim.  Its spoked wooden wheels glistened with white paint.  In the front was a comfortable looking leather seat without a back and a canopy covered it from the elements.  Two parallel poles projected from the front, also ivory tinted, between which stood a little white pony.  Although an adult, its head hardly reached her elbow.  It was garnished in a red bridle, harness and traces; its metal bit shone between its teeth.  Rising from its forehead rose a large, fanciful, scarlet plume which, when the horse wasn’t drinking from the stone trough in front, it waved about to scatter a few attendant mosquitoes.

Seeing by the black man’s unnoticed exit that she was to to on alone, Sonya untied the reins from a ring set in the trough.  “Good”, she thought, not wanting to share such close quarters with a person who was both black AND a man.  She leaped in and found a light whip with a long straight handle under the seat.  Tugging the reins to one side, she flicked the end of the whip over the pony’s tail and she was off.

She noticed right away the pony’s gender.  For some odd reason, whether is was a freak or it this was a trait particular to this breed, samll as it was the pony had a full-grown stallion’s appendage and testicles.  Amused by their sway, she flicked the whip at the bouncing balls.  The effect was immediate.  The pony snorted and doubled its pace.  “Males are SOOOO vulnerable”, she sniggered.  Feeling somewhat excited about the upcoming tryst and, if the truth be known, about tormenting the pony’s balls, Sonya felt a thorough wetness between her legs.  Looking around and seeing that they were still in the jungle secition, she extended the whip forward and down then snaped it upwards administering a savage cut from beneath the pony’s sac.

It neighed shrilly and broke into an uncontrolled gallop and Sony smiled.  When she had flashed the whip she had not seen just the pony’s balls but all men’s ......... as well as the small, beautifully rounded posterior of one Hing Lee.  The more she thought about the dungeon, her nostrils flaring, the more it was becoming a DEFINITE possibility in Hing Lee’s future.

Yanking hard on the reins, Sonya stopped the cart, threw the reins to another black attendant----“God, where do these bozos come from?” ----- and leaped to the stairs of the massive porch.  On her way here she had gone through 300 yeards of jungle and an equal length of manicured lawns.  She had seens everal brick huts in the distance but the drug investigation could wait 12 hours or so.  Whoever had first said, “Business before pleasure”, had obviously never been licked off by Hing Lee.

By the time she had neared the door it had already swung open to reveal the beaming, giggling, young woman-child who was obviously still on her domination kick.  She was clad in skintight black boots of soft, shiny, obviously very expensive leather.  Her small feet came to tiny black points in front of extremely high arches curving back down to heels even hgiher and thinner than the ones Sonya waas enduring.  The boots rose well above the knees to finish at mid-hip on the ousides of her legs and nearly up to her crotch on the insides.  From the top of her feet all the way to the crotch, in a two-inch wide path, Sonya saw zigzagging laces of the same dark color.  A tight corset hugged her lower torso, laces down the front, which pushed up her tiny tits to actually give her some semblance of cleavage, her nipples pointing straight out, betraying Hing Lee’s highly excited state.  Long black silk gloves reaching to her biceps added flair to the outfit.

Sonya stepped inside the entrance and bent lower to give her a savage open kiss, putting her hand behind Hing Lee’s head in order to mash their lips together.  The air conditioning and the excitement immediately made Sonya’s nipples jut through the flimsy material of her top.  After their mouths unlocked, Hing Lee, never one to say much, giggled nervously, seemingly a bit unsure, and crooked her finger at Sonya to invite her to follow and she led the way to the bedroom upstairs.  The combination of high boots and very high heels emphasized the roundness of her tiny round buttocks and the visible mound between her legs was already beginning to split, an open invitation to Sonya.  She followed, staring.  Staying several steps behind while going up the steps, the view was spectacular and lust gripped Sonya’s loins, lust like she had rarely felt before.

Once in the now familiar bedroom, Hing Lee popped open another bottle of what was apparently the best champagne.  It seemed it was all she drank; in the bar, the Rolls, in the room on Sonya’s previous visit.  Sonya couldn’t care less.  Booze was booze, in her opinion, and she was partial only to corn whiskey.  Many were the times whe had drunk men twice her size under the table.  Seeing two glasses of the most delicate crystal in her hostess’s hands, Sonya, ever the class act, grabbed both, drained the left, then the right and tossed away the glasses, hearing them shatter in the corner.

She saw the look of uncertainty and perhaps a little fear in Hing Lee’s stunned expression and smiled to herself.  She was always glad when she was right, which was most of the time.  And she was right about Hing Lee.  One look at her told Sonya that she was a rabbit in leather.  “That’s what was so attractive about these low-life Asian whores’, she thought, “it’s their frailty and submissiveness”.  Oh yes, the dungeon was now not merely a possibility, it was a certainty. 

Having previously undone both bows to her top Sonya whipped it off and wrapped it once completely around the small woman’s neck and held both ends in her right hand.  Hing Lee grabbed at her own throat but was no match for the Amazon before her.  Sonya gave a savage downward jerk to the top and Hing Lee crashed to her kees right in fron of her, gasping for air.  “Come here you slant-eyed cunt!  You chink bitch!  You’re a fucking pig and it’s feeding time down at the hairy trough!”

Having warmly expressed her sentiments and slipped out of the rest of her bikini, Sonya passed her right leg over the silky black head of the kneeling victim.  Now straddling the thong with her right hand in behind her she gave another strong pull and Hing Lee’s face smashed in the red-haired pubic trough.  Unable to do anything Hing Lee placed her hands on her aggressor’s hips and, still choking from the tight cloth around her throat, began to alternate between whimpering and licking the slime from Sonya’s gaping gash.  Sonya luxuriated in the feel of that magic tongue.  “Jesus, you’re a good slut.  Keep it up before I smack you. Hell, if you’re REALLY good, maybe I’ll keep you as a personal slave”, she laughed.  She had reached over to the nearby bedpost with her left hadn and picked up the hanging har rubber crop she had espied upon entering the room.  The marks on her own ass had more or less disappeared by that morning.  She was going to teach this whore how to really make it sting.

By sitting down on the edge of the bed, the thong still under her ass, its end in her right hand behind her, Hing Lee’s ehad was forced to follow down and forward, making her go on hands and knees.  Her ass was deliciously protruding from below the edge of the black corset.  “Lick me, you bitch, you chink whore; now you’re just an animal like the rest of them.”

Sonya then aimed.  A sharp whistling sound ending in a tremendous THWACK! Caught Hing Lee on the ass and she interrupted her feeding with a howl, muffled by quim.  Reminded by this effect of the white pony, Sonya tauntingly asked, “Would you like to be my pony? My little yellow chink pony, hugh? Why don’t you neigh for me, cunt!”  Another THWACK singed the second ass cheek.  “I LOVE playing with ponies.”  She then heard a muted, sobbing, poor imitation of a horse coming from near her cunt.  Quickly getting off the bed and straddling the other woman’s narrow back she pulled the thong like reins and urged her onw with another stinging blow, “Giddy-up, pony!  HYAAH!!”  After a few steps on all fours, the shaking Hing Lee collapsed uner her load.  Sonya got off and dragged her back to the bed and again sat on its edge with the thong back in its position underneath her and around Hing Lee’s neck, but with a couple of inches of slack.

“Now you’re gonna finish the job and finish it right.  Lick me off, bitch!  And after you’re through we’re gonna go down to your playroom, just me and you.  Does that sound OK to you, little pony-bitch, you chink cunt?”  Hing Lee just hung her head down, obviously overcome by anxiety and shaking.

“I asked you a fucking question! “  THWACK  Hing Lee flinched and the shaking stopped.  She looked up, her face framed by Sonya’s thighs, and meekly nodded, adding a faint, “Yes”.

“Yes, what!!??”  THWACK

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good!”  Sonya pushed herself towards the center of the bed and raised her legs, making a mental note that, judging by the way they ached slightly, that she should definitely never again walk a mile and a half in stiletto heels.

Now in the center of the bed, Sonya raised her knees high and put her heels on the mattress.  She stuffed both pillows under her head in order to better appreciate the coming view.  She was ready for her treat.  “Come closer my little slant-eyed slut”, she cooed as she pulled on the thong, forcing the face back in her muff.  That wondrous tongue began its work, first licking upa dn down the cleft, each stroke edging a little deeper.  Then its tip flicked across Sonya’s upright clit and she felt herself transported.  She gave some slack to allow scope fo Hing lee’s expetise and felt herself casrried away, further away, closer to a climax like she’d never had before.  She couldn’t even feel if her hips were thrusting anymore.

A blinding flash of pain surged through her clouds and she screamed.  Opening her eyes she saw Hing Lee’s face from her nose up, framed by her red bush and two thighs.  Hing Lee had Sonya’s clit between her upper and lower front teeth and she delivered once more a short, sharp bite, her eyes staring directly into the taller woman’s.  Sonya screamed again and swung out at the Chinese bitch, but her arm only rose a few inches before dropping.  Hing Lee’s face rose above the pubic forest , her eyes reminding Sonya of a wolf’s by firelight, her smile positively lupine.

Hing Lee’s mouth disappeard and another jolt of agony, worse than the others, propelled the wailing woman off the bed, onto the carpet, face down, her cheek pressed against the deep fibres.  In such a position, her slightly parted lips were perpendicular to the floor and her eyes acquired a heavy glaze.  She noticed a few last things.  She heard a giggle wilder than any before uttered by Hing Lee, accompanied by extremely loud and fast clapping of gloved hands.  Then that familiar exaggerated tone of childish condescending pity broke through:”Is my poor wittle pony-wider all tuckered out?  Aah, that’s SUCH a shame.  We’ll just have to find her a comfy womfy pwace to west, won’t we?  Did wittle pony-wider dwink something that made her sweepy?  She can west in my pway woom.”  At the same time, Sonya, in her limited field of vision, saw very closeup a long black spiked heel descending by her face directly in front of her lips.  She saw and felt the heel edge between her lips, moving up and down along them.  Then the tip began exploring her mouth.

INTERNAL INVESTIGATION – PART II

Sonya was only dimly aware of herself and even less of her surroundings.  The first thing of which she was certain was the pain which ranged from wracking agony to mild discomfort, depending on the area of her body from which it emanated.  She tried to shake her head to chlear it and found she couldn’t.  Still in a dazed state, she couldn’t understand why, nor why a flower garden of torment had fully bloomed in her tits, her nipples and chest area.  Then the other discomforts crowded in; the stragulation of her limbs, the massive obstruction in her mouth, the stinging sensation on her tongue and her pussy, the twinges in the back of her head.

But what dominated all was the constant and bonecrushing ache in her tits.  And underneath this ache an underlying sense that something was wrong, as if a deeper hurt, as yet barely felt, lurked behind the rest.  Before she opened her eyes she knew that she was positioned at an angle 15 degrees from the vertical, leaning forward.  When she did open her eyes and saw the torture chamber with its instruments, apparatus and pervasive gloom she instinctively struggled: “That bitch, that fucking little whore!  I’ll kill her!” Full consciousness had returned and with it an anger deeper than her hurt and a desire to make Hing Lee pay.

In her rage, she strained hard with every muscle but the only body part that moved slightly was her hips bucking against their support.  Agony immediately flashed from her tits right up to her arms and she screamed through her gag.  Her breasts were being pulled in all directions, it seemed, by some sadistic force.  Just then she heard a loud creaking and hinges’ rusty groans.  The pain, now not quite as bad, was still breathtaking.  From behind and off to the side, that excited giggle reached her but without that trace of nervousness, joined by a loud, steady clapping.

“Ooooh, my wittle pony-wider’s wide awake.  She’s ben asweep a long long time and now it’s time for her to have some fun, too!”  Hing Lee came into view, a diminutive dominatrix clad in her leathers.  From two feet away she mouthed a pouting baby kiss at Sonya and put her hands together hopping up and down in excitement.  Sonya wanted to strike out and squash her.  Instantly she revised her opinion based on what had happened a minute before seeing as her pain was still lancing her nipples and tits.

Hing Lee reached out with a silky glove and caressed Sonya’s nether lips, the softness of the touch an island in an ocean of pain, a softness Sonya just hadn’t believed possible on her cunt and she didn’t know why.  “And how”s this wittle pussy doing, huh?” she asked, fingering her victim’s slit.  “You know, Sonya’s a bad name for you; your new name is Pussy............Pussy Pony-wider”, she giggled, pleased with her inventiveness.  “But Pussy’s been bad, bad, bad!”  At each sound of the word “bad” Hing Lee did something invisible to Sonya which sent little flames into Sonya’s cunt lips.  She winced and did her best not to move her hips again. 

“Pussy hasn’t told us everything now, has she?”  As Hing Lee finished Sonya felt a silky finger slip into her cunt and prod the thick membrane inside.  Involuntarily Sonya bucked her hips trying to dislodge the finger but it kept pressing against her hymen.  At once, the pain redoubled in her tortured mammaries.  Sonya grunted loudly behind her gag.  “Ooooh, did Pussy say something? Is something wrong with wittle Pussy’s titties?  But Pussy knows she’s supposed to keep vewwy vewwy quiet all the time.  I have to punish wittle Pussy now.”  Sonya could make out that just below the line of her gaze her tormentor made a gesture with both hands and the pain swamped her skull.  She clenched her eyes and, in spite of herself, tears squeezed out.  Sonya had not wanted that to happen, especially in front of Hing Lee.

“Aw, don’t cwy my wittle Pussy; Mistwess will take good care of you.”  Unable to keep up the act, Hing Lee burst out laughing and the tears streamed down Sonya’s face, tears now born of anger and humiliation as much as pain.  Hing Lee resumed a more normal tone which was surprisingly bereft of all accent now: “MMM, that cherry looks ready to pop really nicely.  Wnat me to do it now?” she asked, her finger once more prodding Sonya’s hymen.  “Just nod once for “no”, or not at all if you want me to do it real hard right here”, she added, knowing full well that Sonya’s head was immobilized.

Sonya moved her eyes back and forth with a loss of composure not usually associated with her.  “No?  OK, we’ll talk about it later”, Hing Lee stated, patting Sonya’s cunt.  “Tell me”, she asked in a facetious tone of voice, “what do the letters CIA mean?”  Sonya’s eyes opened wide, the pain now relegated to the background.  “I mean, what am I to think?  Here’s a CIA ID card”, she pointed to a nearby table, “with YOUR picture on it.  I sent someone to get all your things from your hotel so we could check them further but, silly him, somehow rocks got in your suitcases and they fell in the ocean a few miles out.  I guess we’ll never know.  But I think we’ll have fun together now.  I mean, you did seem to enjoy yourself the last time we were together, no?  Slant-eyed cunt, eh?” She began to caress Sonya’s face with a single gloved finger.

“Oh, in case you’re wondering, you’ve been out for five days, time enough for a few changes to have occurred in your life.  But you’ll learn what they are soon enough.  You’ve been tied her just over two hours now while we waited for you to wake up.  Shame, shame on wittle Pussy”, she had finished, reverting to her annoying accent.  “Would wittle Pussy wike to see?”  Attendants brought forth a long mirror and propped it in front of Sonya at the same angle at which she was restrained.  Sonya was now able to take in the whole scene.  She was tied to a massive wooden St. Andrew’s Cross which had a small vertical wooden piece standing up from the top intersection so that her head could be strapped and immobilized as well.  Thick leather straps bound her to it at her wrists, biceps, thighs, ankles, neck and forehead.  Wooden impediments at each side of her head had kept her from turning it.

The source of her great agony was now visible.  Sonya winced upon seeing it and felt the throbbing ache all the more.  Lead weights hung from each of her nipples, suspended by a chain joined to rings embedded deep into those nipples.  “The bastards had pierced her!” she inwardly screamed.  Seeing where her gaze was directed, Hing Lee lauged and gave a push to each weight, sending them both into swinging arcs due to the angle at which Sonya had been propped forward.  Fire ran through Sonya’s stretching tits, the nipples now cruelly pulled downwards.  Tears squeezed out again.  She stifled any sound not trusting the huge red ball gag to do this for her.  It protruded from her mouth exactly as it had from Blossom’s.  It was tied behind her head and lodged behind her teeth.

Looking down upon her reflection Sonya noticed that her cunt lips also showed a glint of metal near her clit.  But what arrested her attention even more in spite of the pain was her smooth bald pussy.  Ther wasn’t the slightest trace of stubble.  “Oh, I noticed you had shaved part of it off.  You were indisposed so I took it upon myself to have the rest done.  But somehow, i don’t know, my helpers thought I had mentionned electrolysis.  It looks like wittle Pussy won’t ever ever have to shave again”, she finished as she began to finger those inviting lips.

Hing Lee then stopped and untied the gag and removed the spit covered ball.  “Why don’t we finish our look at your new jewelry then? Stick out your tongue, whore.”  She squeezed Sonya’s cheeks and the victim, wishing to know the truth, did as she was told.  At the end of her tongue flashed a ring, its arc going over the tip and back under.  “My jewellers found you the best, but don’t worry about the cost.  I’m sure we’ll manage something”, Hing Lee blurted out.  Giggling, she continued, “but unfortunatewy, it wooks wike these wings were permantwy set.” She rotated one of the cunt rings a few times to illustrate as it went full circle without impediment.

Outraged, Sonya held back a verbal attack, knowing where that would lead.  Tugging on a nipple chain Hing Lee ordered, “Open”.  Whether from pain or surprise, Sonya opened her mouth and the ball was back in place.  Hing Lee then went to the nearby table and brought back a syringe while shistling a tune, broken only by giggling which, as she approached, became more pronounced.  The needle jabbed in Sonya’s left buttock and came out empty.  “That was number 5.”  Now laughing outright, the dominatrix managed to say, “Yes, there’ll be BIG changes in your life”, before another quake of mirth shook her.  Reverting to her baby-talk, she added, “but I feew weewy, weewy tewible.  Poor Pussy fell asweep before we could finish our last party, didn’t you wittle Pussy?”  On hands and knees, Hing Lee advanced towards her restrained victim, eye level with her naked cunt.  Once there she sat on her heels and took to licking the soft baby skin before her.  Soon, Sonya’s clit poked out its head, easily visible without the hair.  Hing Lee’s lips pursed around it and her tongue began to flick.

Through her pain Sonya felt the stirrings in her loins.  She didn’t want to let her tormentor ger her way but soon her she felt her juices beginning to flow.  The wave inside her began to build, her hips began to shake, then to buck.  Shattering pain raced through her tits because of her movements but it wasn’t enough to push back the swelling crest that fast approached.  Straining hard, Sonya braced herself for orgasm ---- it stopped!  Hing Lee’s tongue was motionless, poised above the engorged and straining clit, just out of reach of Sonya’s searching hips.  Her cunt was widely parted and the lips glistened in their juices and Hing Lee’s saliva.  When her bucking subsided Hing Lee once more dipped in till orgasm was again barely avoided.  And so it went till Hing Lee had counted ten near misses and a wild look had entered Sonya’s eyes, her body seemingly a bottomless receptacle for both furstrating pleasure and endless agony.

At that point Hing Lee slowly arose, brushing against Sonya’s body: “Poor, poor Pussy.  She’s all hot and bothered.  She just can’t wait, can she now?”  She fingered Sonya’s clit till an 11th near miss was registered.  “But what’s this?  Why didn’t Pussy tell me something was bothering her pwetty wittle titties?”  With a hand near each nipple she pulled a pin from each chain.  The weights dropped and Sonya’s tits flung upwards, bouncing back, their nipples now purple.  She screamed.  The pains was worse now than before.  “Does my wittle Pussy want them back on?”  Sonya’s eyes raced back and forth in their tears, desperately trying to signal her negative response.  “Poor Pussy.”  Hing Lee jiggled her victim’s tits in her hands, eliciting yet more tears and rapid breathing through flared nostrils.

Hing Lee then produced another syringe.  “This is something my own medical team developed for me”, she intoned.  “You’re gonna like THIS.”  She stabbed the right buttock and then a large black man approached.  He began to undo the bindings on her neck and head.  Sonya saw her chance.  She was going to break this fucker’s neck and torture that little chink bitch.  The leg bindings slipped off.  The attendant then fiddled with the last remaining straps at each wrist, exposing himself to an easy death blow.  Off they snapped.  Sonya fell into his arms and was carried to a cell not far way.  Her eyes frantically sought explanation.  “This drug arrests all muscle movement for 15 minutes with no loss of consciousness.”  True enough, she could not even close her eyes.

When Hing Lee called upon Sonya the next morning she found her in the tormented state she had hoped.  Sonya was kneeling on a low platform, a few inches off the ground, face close to the wall with her wrists strapped three feet apart to the same wall at approximately head height.  Her knees where 18 inches from the wall, her upper calves and ankles firmly strapped to the platform with stops in front of each knee to keep them from sliding forward.  In such a position she was forced to lean towards the wall.  At face level a black rubber cock stuck out of the wall, six inches in length, quite large in girth and looking quite realistic.

The previous night they had washed her quickly, taken care of her bodily functions and tied her in the position she now found herself in.  She had been informed, “This cock is your lifeline.  You get your liquid and nutrients from its head.  There are sensors in its base against the wall.  When you get either thirsty or hungry, you go down on that cock and bang your lips against the wall 5 times.  But after each lip touch you have to back up to the head.  After 5 touches you get what you want.  Each time you try again the required number of touches increases by 5 to a maximum of 50..”  Then they had left.

Her tits still profoundly aching from their base to their nipples, Sonya had been revolted by the very thought of doing what was suggested.  However, she acknowledged a ravenous hunger and a savage thirst.  After the first two hours in her kneeling position, choking back her repugnance, she had finally brought herself to wrap ehr ruby lips around the cock.  Immediately, from somewhere off to the side, a cheer of several voices had risen.  She realized that she had an audience and, humiliated by what she had let herself do, drew back.  Three cameras pointed at her, one from each side and one from the top, each connected to a large television fixed on a far wall in order to provide the viewers with triple angle closeups.  She had sworn not to resume, maintaining what she hoped looked like quiet dignity.

Two hours after that, unable to endure it any longer, she had opened wide and slowly gone down on the repulsive protrusion.  More cheers had erupted as, three quarters of the way down, she had gagged and paused.  Relaxing her throat muscles, forcing herself to think that this was for self preservation and swearing revenge, she had leaned forward again until her lips had touched the wall.  Wishing to be done quickly, she had pumped 5 full strokes holding back the choking.  Three quick jets had erupted in her mouth, taking her by surprise.  She sputtered and coughed as she pulled back, half of the vile, viscous liquid spilling over her chin and lips.  The crowd jeered and taunted.  Whatever had been added to this horrible liquid made it thick and salty; and the saltiness did little to alleviate her thirst; in fact, it perhaps even heightened it.

She’d gone back 10 times to the black cock, its vertical slit grinning derisively at her.  She’d told herself each time that this was the last, and each time requiring those 5 extra strokes till she had reached 50 and her throat was raw.  It had produced mucus and from her mouth had drooled saliva which had seeped past her lips during each operation, those strands only to be followed by others from the cock’s spillover when it shot its 3 jets.  Laughter and cheering had taunted her.  Her privacy seemed to have been violated in EVERY respect.  Feeling degraded and humiliated she had held back most of her tears and had actually managed a few snatches of sleep.

She was in that state when she heard, “Oooh, wittle pussy’s been a good wittle swut”, the mocking giggling infuriating her.  “She must have been so vewy hungwy!  I should’ve known wittle swuts would wove a cock wike this!  But it’s so so small!!”  With that, Hing Lee turned a dial above the cock and it lengthened to 9 inches.  “Oooh, that’s SO much better!  And wittle Pussy is so messy; what a messy wittle eater you awe!”  Sonya had resolved not to give Hing Lee ANY satisfaction, to not utter a single sound.  She then felt a needle jab her in the left buttock once more, “Number six!”  Just then she couldn’t help but feel the pain in her tits.  They had been given a rough ride, certainly but some of the ache went deeper, it seemed.  They felt so swollen.  She looked down at them and thought she noted some swelling, the nipples a bit distended.  But then again, why wouldn’t they be after having been pulled in every direction.

Hing Lee noted Sonya’s gaze, “Poor Pussy has sore wittle boobies.  What a shame.”  She then fastened a collar around Sonyas’ neck that looked like an inverted, shallow lamp shade very reminiscent of that used on dogs to prevent them from biting at wounds.  Looking downwards, Sonya couldn’t see a thing, not even her own tits.  Hing Lee’s more serious voice cut in: “I’ll make you a deal.  I bet that within 4 days you’ll be begging me to let you stay.  If I’m right, you’ll become my total painslut.  If I’m wrong, I dump you naked in handcuffs in Bangkok’s dock district and you take your chances...........Or---- you could choose to give up right now and I’ll let you become my personal servant and pet till I grow tired of you; of course, that would necessitate permanent bondage and body modification..........”, she laughed.

Having been trained to withstand torture, Sonya liked her chances.  The easiest part would be Bangkok.  She merely stared at Hing Lee.  A whip lashed across her ass.  “I asked you a question, you white whore!”  Sonya replied, “Give me 4 days”.  The whip lashed her ass once more:  “You stupid cunt! Address me properly!”  “Yes mistress”, came the reply but without a hint of meekness.

From behind she heard that squealing giggle, then she internally cringed when she ehard not one clap but a continuous clapping from the leather clad elf.  “Ooooh, goody.  Wittle Pussy wants to pway!.. Wet’s get her new toy right away!”  She immediately walked away and came back running.  She helt it close to Sonya’s face.  All Sonya could see was a thinble-like hollow nub about one fifth the size of an actual thimble, with strings attached and a small pill sized case at its end.  Hing Lee disappeared and Sonya felt that tongue she knew all too well flicking at her clit.  Within moments, in spite of herself, a wetness began to exude from her as she felt her clit become engorged.  Then she sensed the metal nub she had seen being pressed directly onto her clit, pressing in around the edges so that it fit snugly on top and all around it.  The strings were then passed under  her crotch and around her hips.  No amount of shaking or wriggling could budge it; it was strapped on for good, whatever it was.

Hing Lee fetched a small remote control unit and pressed a button.  A tiny buzzing like a mosquito’s emanated from Sonya’s crotch.  The miniscule motor in the pill-sized case sent vibrations humming through the nub.  Sonya’s clit responded instantly and increased its size till every molecule of its surface touched the inside of the thimble.  Within two minutes Sonya’s hips were gyrating and thrusting, her breath sounding heavy, “Aaaah,  FUCK!!  Goddammit, aaaah!” she burst out involutarily.  The buzzing stopped and the gathering waves within her evaporated.  “Did I fail to mention, you have something else too?”  Hing Lee touched the back of Sonya’s head and the kneeling victim felt a strange twinge.  “It’s a little electrode one of my medical team inserted while you were sleeping so soundly for so long.  It’s touching the very heart of your brain’s pleasure center.  About 3 or 4 seconds before cumming, the brain sends the message down to that filthy cunt of yours.  This electrode notes the signal and in that instant emits one of its own.  It does two things at the same time.  It rings a little bell in that unit”, she pointed to a box that looked like a thermostat on the wall, “and cuts out the vibrator”. 

“I’ll set the dial at 30 minutes.   That means that after the bell rings, you get 30 minutes before the vibrator quicks in again”, and she turned the dial.  “Oh, and there’s ONE more teensy weensy wittle thing; a supwise that Pussy can find awe on her own.  See you in 24 hours wittle Pussy.”  At that, she pinched Sonya’s nipples and skipped away while giggling infuriatingly.

The next morning found Sonya in trouble.  Her body was set to constant quivering and sweat dripped from her brow, matting her hair.  Soon after Hing Lee had left, the thimble had begun to vibrate.  Tingling turned to torment as the waves of orgasm began to lap at the shores of her being.  But just before the final flood, all vibrations had stopped at the sound of the bell.  Then the surprise..........a monumental slap had stung her ass; a paddle wielded by an unseen attendant singed the skin of her cheeks.  Each time the bell rang a slap descended and whipped her into a frenzy of pain which mixed with the near orgasm that seemed to just linger out of reach.

The first one had left her frustrated and squirming, so intense had been the feeling of being left hanging.  It was then that she’d needed to address the wallcock to seek nourishment.  The now 9 inch length was an obstacle to her.  She choked, gagged, coughed and retched her way partway down the shaft.  The renewed vibrations had caught her with her lips 8 ½ inches down the cock, straining for the wall.  Instantly her hips had thrust, which forced her mouth to the wall.  Her continued thrusts had made her pump the cock a few times before a particularly strong surge through her clit made her pull her head back.  Not knowing that the cock had been reset at 5 strokes Sonya had let the glans escape her mouth just as it shot off.  Three furious streams of white liquid, thick and silky, had blasted her face, splattering and streaking.  Her eyelids had both been plastered and, feeling the sting in her eyes, she’d had to keep them shut.  They had dried like that and she could not even pry them open.  To add to her torture, she now began to suspect the provenance of that horrible feeding liquid; having heard several stories of semen’s effect on a recipient’s eyes, she clenched her jaws and silently retched, her torso’s limited movements mixing in with that of her hips.

The crowd had howled and ripples of humiliation had joined the waves coming from her bald, oozing cunt.  The bell and the ensuing blow had left her gasping.  The entire day and night had been like that.  With each bell and blow her ass burned and her frustration mounted till she felt she would scream in plesure-pain.  The agency had prepared her for pain, not this unholy mix.  Before the night was out Sonya began to doubt her ability to win.

Between the periods of stimulation she had mastered the 9 inch prick.  Eight times had she bobbed her head, gulping down what she could while almost pucking and sensing half of it drool out of her mouth.  She’d had to search for the cock without her sight and her efforts had been rewarded with wads of cock cream. There was now no denying it to herself; the phallus might be fake but the sperm was real, her profoundest instincts told her.  She remembered Hing Lee in the bar that first night, mentionning something about owning an all-Asian sperm bank.  However, something had been added to make her constantly crave more, all the while being revolted by the thought, and now, the horrid smell which permeated her every pore.  So it was that a bit of science, along with perhaps some deepseated woman’s instincts, saw her go to the wall to plunge against the protruding cock.

And the cheers, the mocking cries, inundated her with humiliation.  There was always someone constantly watching and jeering.  Cries of ‘Slut” and “Cum-sucking whore!” stung her almost as much as the strikes from the paddle which were fast becoming pseudo-orgasms themselves.  So it was that by morning she was quaking, cum-streaked, sweat-stained and impossibly frustrated.  Her inner thighs were flooded with her juices and her breasts; GOD, she couldn’t see them and her imagination made it seem to her as if they were ponderous and than inner ache had begun to spread through them.  Yet, they had suffered no torment for an entire day.

Overall, Sonya had managed about 20 minutes of cumulative sleep in the last 24 hours.  Her lips had just touched the wall in a 9th series when she heard that familiar giggle near her ear.  It was one thing to be seen with a faceful of cock by the anonymous crowd but by Hing Lee was another matter entirely.  As a reflex against this latest humiliation, Sonya jerked back her head, hoping that her cocksucking had gone unseen.  No sooner had she done so that another series of white grease thunderbolts spackled her hairline, the cum oozing down her forehead, down the middle of her face and some strands had now started to dangle from her pouting upper lip and her chin.

The ensuing peals of impish laughter told Sonya that nothing had gone unseen and, under her lacquer of wet upon dried cum, Sonya blushed for the first time since she had been 8 years old when her brother had caught her trying on their mother’s makeup.  “Why wook at wittle Pussy, how gwown up she wooks with her new makeup!”  It was almost as if she had ESP!  “Did I intewupt Pussy’s dinner?  Don’t mind me, Pussy, I’ll just sit and watch.  Pussy weawy ought to work on some table man--------“ She stopped the instant that the muted humming began.  “Ooooh, it’s Pussy’s toy.  I hear she never gets tired of it.  Do you wike your new toy, wittle Pussy?”  Sonya kept perfectly still and silent, not wanting to play for Hing Lee, but already she began to grit her teeth.  The vibrations, after one solid day, now had instant effect and she so desperately wanted to thrust, so desperately needed to drink.

Knowing that she was in for a wait, Hing Lee jabbed another needle in Sonyas’ ass.  “Number 7!”  Sonya then felt Hing Lee straddle her back, reach around and cup her breasts.  She felt them lifted and winced when they were let go. “Why did they hurt so fucking much?” she asked herself as pain radiated from her entire chest.  It had become worse all night.  She would have been even more worried had she seen Hing Lee consider her victim’s breasts with the air of a gardener who fingers prize tomatoes on the vine, deciding they were not ready, but soon........soon.

Sonya was beginning to struggle in her attempts to keep still.  The thick ropes of mucus-cum which trailed from her chin to the floor in unbroken lines were quivering.  Kneeling behind her, Hing Lee saw the cunt lips part and she quealed with delight.  Tremors began to rock Sonya’s body, her ass wiggled, then a prolonged “Uuunnnnnnnghhhh!” came from her gargling throat, which initiated savage thrusting as her mouth found the prick and slammed against the wall repeatedly in total abandonment.  “Ooooooh, Pussy’s feeding and she does seem to like her toy.  But wittle Pussy is eating much too fast!”

Two clicks of the dial.  Sonya, her lips around the cock and against the wall, felt her head being pushed back 3 inches and a sudden gagging sensation.  “It’s now a footlong hotdog for our American visitor”, Hing Lee laughed, “and Pussy now needs 100 strokes”.  Even in the middle of her frenzy Sonya understood.  Tilting back her head she pushed her mouth to the wall.  Now her strokes were 12 inches long as the shaft slid up and down her now enlarged throat passage.  Her gyrations and thrusts were now joined by grunts and squeals.  “Pussy’s twing to speak into the micwophone........Thwee more days, Pussy.  Awe you sure you don’t want to tell me something wight now?”

In spite of her desperate lust, frustration, pain and fatigue, Sonya grew determined.  In answer she simply continued to her 100th stroke and didn’t spill a drop.  The internal surge of sensation from her loins rose, rose, rose to a maddening  proximity ---- then cut out entirely.  SLAP!  It was all she could do to hold from weeping openly.  Each time seemed to come closer till it seemed she would climax; then, at the last possible moment all hopes would be dashed.  She felt she would definitely need those 30-minute intervals for this coming day.  “Oh, before I go, Day 1 had 30-minute breaks; Day 2 has breaks of 10 minutes.”  A wail almost escaped.  “See you tomowow, wittle Pussy”, taunted Hing Lee before giving a long lingering lick to Sonya’s panting slice.

INTERNAL INVESTIGATION – PART III

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does wittle Pussy have -----“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But Puppy has to promise ONE thing now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“NINE!”, the crowd chanted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 6

     From nearby she heard that detested voice, « Has my little cow been out for her morning exercise? Oooh, but you’ve been very, very bad.  Little cow wasn’t thinking of running away, was she?  But don’t worry, today you’ll get your exercise.”  At that she snapped her fingers and two pairs of hands were quickly on the still panting Sonya.  She was soon hobbled by ankle cuffs with only a foot’s length of chain between them.  Sonya began struggling to her feet but firm hands permitted her to go no farther than on her knees.  Feeling the vast pressure and need emanating from her own bosom she writhed and swayed as if to a wild and inaudible rhythm, but two sets of muscular hands held her in place.

     Her distress somewhat obvious, Sonya nevertheless attempted to mask it from Hing Lee who approached her in a safari outfit and an Australian Outback hat rakishly tilted on her head.  “It seems you forgot these in the foyer,” Hing Lee reproached her while holding on to the clips and weights, twirling them in front of Sonya’s twitching face.  With that, she produced two more weights, doubling each pendulum’s mass and she affixed them once more to each nipple, this time using hooks in the nipple rings.  She let them go and Sonya gasped as her tits plunged downwards.  Pain lanced her being, but mixed with a slight measure of relief as tiny rivulets of milk snaked down the chains and splashed off the lead weights.  However, their mass was such that Sonya felt  herself slowly drawn downwards until the pendants rested on the grass.  With her hands behind her back she was soon face first among the green blades, her knees tucked in underneath her and her glorious ass sticking out in the morning air.

     She heard the attendants snigger as Hing Lee intoned in her childish voice, “Oooooh, but my little pony’s been soooobaaaad! What do we do with bad little ponies, I wonder?”  This never failed to grate on Sonya’s nerves as the hackles on the back of her neck were raised.  She had not overlooked Hing Lee’s shift in names for her.  From her prone position, her face turned sideways, Sonya could see the Asian woman extracting a metal and leather apparatus from the depths of a bag.  Before she could make out anything, Hing Lee disappeared behind her and straddled the white woman’s back.

     The attendants grabbed Sonya by the hair, raised her head till she was once more upright on her knees and blindfolded her.  The strain on her tits was immediate and Sonya could feel them almost being torn off her body as creamy rivulets increased their flow down the chains.  Held up by her hair Sonya could do nothing but maintain a stoic silence which would have done an Amazon proud.  From behind her, Hing Lee reached around and, without warning, pinched both huge nipples between her sharp nails  “Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!”  Sonya opened her mouth in a high-pitched scream ---- cut short by a metal rod jammed crosswise between her jaws.  She felt it being pulled back, each end protruding from a side of her mouth, until the corners of her mouth felt near the tearing point.  Clamping her jaws now was futile as her mouth remained open, her jaws held apart by the shining steel bar hardly thicker than a fountain pen.

     No amount of attempted thrashing about could prevent snaps and buckles from being quickly fitted into place as leather straps circled the top and the back of her head.  Her breathing was spasmodic and raspy and her nostrils flared as more objects were fitted onto her headgear and a pair of blinkers was attached  (blindfold problem)