Peony
Magistrate
Of course me and Abi have no idea what's coming but ... oooh! That rack looks so inviting!!!
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Journey of a Pain Slut ...
nicole
Tribune
your suffering will be extreme, you risk dying. does that scare you? but that's also what turns you on right?
Peony
Magistrate
JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 5 Chapter 6
So it's this weekend. In Leeds. Again. I really hate Leeds I've decided.
So far away from anywhere proper.
Wrong side of the hills. And even further from Sussex by the sea.
Too fucking far.
Shame he isn't somewhere up near... M... or in Shropshire or somewhere.
Not Shropshire. Beautiful but impossible to get to.
Fuck. Leeds it is.
And so here we are. Me and Abi. On the long journey north. I think we are both excited and both scared. Which is normal. For something so fucking crazy.
I mean, here we are. Two cute students who kiss each other and smile and attract glances which are somewhat envious in the Marl and here we are headed up to some shit town to meet this guy we don't know with the express intent and desire of being hurt and hurt badly. For a weekend. Some people go to Barcelona or Berlin, we go to some underground cell to be tortured. And we want to. Fuck us! We are mad.
Just like I think Sis thinks.
'Be careful' she said. She knows me too well.
'She's nice, your Sis' Abi says.
'Yeah. Smart and nice. Smarter than me and probably nicer than me too.'
'She's going to Oxford?'
'LMH. English. In October. She has to get her grades, but that's no big deal for her. Smartass she is. Smart. Pretty and smart. Lucky her.'
'You're pretty and smart' she says.
I hug her to me.
'You are too...'
I'm thinking she'd like to fuck my Sis. I know my Sis would like to fuck her. It's always been girls for her. No straying into penis land like me. I can list them... Emma, Maddy, Miri, Becca... always cute. Always her curled up in front of the telly with chocs and a girlfriend. Of course she'd fuck Abi. Poor fucking Oxford when she gets there I think...
Slugging through London.
Onto the train north. Dirty windows. As ever.
Sandwiches.
My nails prise the plastic away from the cardboard. Slowly peeling the cover back. Like skin.
'We are mad, aren;t we?'
'Crazy mad' she says.
'Pretty lovely sexy mad' I say.
'I want so much to be with you in the place we're going' she says.
'I want to be naked and tied and bleeding and hurting and hearing you scream and you hearing me scream.'
'I love you too' I say.
I want it too.
The train takes for ever.
Clanking.
Stopping.
Jolting.
Kids and mothers and dropped coke bottles.
And a book to read.
And not a page really read as I imagine my body naked and bloody. And the rain cleans little stripes as it flies over the filthy window.
And I think of the whip on my belly and my abdomen tensing and my skin going red as the whip leaves its little stripes and beads of blood.
And I think of my mouth becoming dry and my fingers clenching.
And my wrists hurting and my ankles hurting and my breasts feeling so wonderful and tender and sexy and...
I look at her lovely face.
And I want to see her cry.
And here we are. Middle of another dull Yorkshire Saturday...two girls with two little Fjallraven backpacks headed to the coffee place to wait for a guy whose name they don't know who is going to look after them for the weekend and make them both very happy.
We're fucking crazy.
So it's this weekend. In Leeds. Again. I really hate Leeds I've decided.
So far away from anywhere proper.
Wrong side of the hills. And even further from Sussex by the sea.
Too fucking far.
Shame he isn't somewhere up near... M... or in Shropshire or somewhere.
Not Shropshire. Beautiful but impossible to get to.
Fuck. Leeds it is.
And so here we are. Me and Abi. On the long journey north. I think we are both excited and both scared. Which is normal. For something so fucking crazy.
I mean, here we are. Two cute students who kiss each other and smile and attract glances which are somewhat envious in the Marl and here we are headed up to some shit town to meet this guy we don't know with the express intent and desire of being hurt and hurt badly. For a weekend. Some people go to Barcelona or Berlin, we go to some underground cell to be tortured. And we want to. Fuck us! We are mad.
Just like I think Sis thinks.
'Be careful' she said. She knows me too well.
'She's nice, your Sis' Abi says.
'Yeah. Smart and nice. Smarter than me and probably nicer than me too.'
'She's going to Oxford?'
'LMH. English. In October. She has to get her grades, but that's no big deal for her. Smartass she is. Smart. Pretty and smart. Lucky her.'
'You're pretty and smart' she says.
I hug her to me.
'You are too...'
I'm thinking she'd like to fuck my Sis. I know my Sis would like to fuck her. It's always been girls for her. No straying into penis land like me. I can list them... Emma, Maddy, Miri, Becca... always cute. Always her curled up in front of the telly with chocs and a girlfriend. Of course she'd fuck Abi. Poor fucking Oxford when she gets there I think...
Slugging through London.
Onto the train north. Dirty windows. As ever.
Sandwiches.
My nails prise the plastic away from the cardboard. Slowly peeling the cover back. Like skin.
'We are mad, aren;t we?'
'Crazy mad' she says.
'Pretty lovely sexy mad' I say.
'I want so much to be with you in the place we're going' she says.
'I want to be naked and tied and bleeding and hurting and hearing you scream and you hearing me scream.'
'I love you too' I say.
I want it too.
The train takes for ever.
Clanking.
Stopping.
Jolting.
Kids and mothers and dropped coke bottles.
And a book to read.
And not a page really read as I imagine my body naked and bloody. And the rain cleans little stripes as it flies over the filthy window.
And I think of the whip on my belly and my abdomen tensing and my skin going red as the whip leaves its little stripes and beads of blood.
And I think of my mouth becoming dry and my fingers clenching.
And my wrists hurting and my ankles hurting and my breasts feeling so wonderful and tender and sexy and...
I look at her lovely face.
And I want to see her cry.
And here we are. Middle of another dull Yorkshire Saturday...two girls with two little Fjallraven backpacks headed to the coffee place to wait for a guy whose name they don't know who is going to look after them for the weekend and make them both very happy.
We're fucking crazy.
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Peony
Magistrate
Scary but we all die. So yes, done right it turns me on. Slowly and painfully turns me on. But like life generally it will be sad when it has to stop...you can only die once. Better to do it well. Sexy and hurting. And with someone you love!
nicole
Tribune
scary indeed but also terribly exciting you make me wet
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 5 Chapter 7
It was almost 1pm on Saturday the 22nd February 2020. Another date for my collection of significant dates, a collection that was building rapidly every-time I saw these two masochistic little girls.
I knew the train they were on, it arrived at 1:04pm directly from Kings Cross. I smiled at the thought of them in First Class, laughing and joking, winding other passengers up … maybe even kissing and cuddling … the thought of their lips touching made me stiffen.
It wouldn’t be long now.
There were plenty of students around today. Saturday was a travel day … home to see families or off to visit the boyfriend or girlfriend. I watched a fresh-faced girl wander into my line of sight. Tight jeans, tits to die for, plump lips, button nose … damn those jeans, so fucking tight. Then she crouched down to look inside her bag and I could see the waist band of a black lace thong exposed … fuck, she was very, very hot. Would she like to be beaten? I found myself wondering.
Then a loud pitched laugh, maybe tinged with nerves, took my attention.
It was them …
******
She had left on Friday, the wife. No lifts required, no trains to catch, she had taken her car – it was easier to drive. And so, I had the full day to myself once my 11am clinic was over. There was only one place to go.
Leeds City Centre was busy, it was Friday lunchtime after all, but no one had eyes for a lonesome guy making his way down to the left of the large flight of stone, front stairs at the City's town Hall.
I opened the door to the cells. It creaked in the stereotypical way that it should, and the pleasant sensation of the warm air hit me. This was more than just underground air capture, it was probably being heated from the rooms above it. Whatever, it was nice and warm, which meant that I could keep the sluts naked for longer.
I put the bag down in the ‘interrogation cell’. The bag with all of my accessories, both medical and sexual, contained within in. Pulling open the zip I smiled at the heinous collection of accoutrements that I had in there. I could hardly wait to use them … all of them.
One phone call that evening confirmed that the wife had arrived safely and was looking forward to being in the shop along with all of the flowers.
“Stay as long as you wish,” I found myself saying with, hopefully, not too much relish – I had flowers of my own to prune!
“You WILL be okay dear, won’t you?” Her question was genuine but she knew what I would say.
“Of course, honey, now go and forget about me for a couple of days. I will call you on Sunday once your busy day is over and we can catch up.”
Call over and the path through this weekend’s session with my girls, was now clear.
That night brought little sleep and an almost constant erection. I was desperate to satiate it, but I was damned if I would waste my juices …
******
“Hey Mister, we’re here,” the sluts fresh faced, stating-the obvious, student-enthusiasm rose above the white-noise din of the station.
I smiled and nodded, and without a word I put my hand around the back of her head, pulled her to me and kissed her hard. She gasped and I loved it … I loved it more when she stabilised the surprise embrace and kissed me back. Breathless parting I smiled down at her, my Little Girl, and said, “I missed you so much.”
Red stood by watching and I turned and nodded at her, “Red.”
She smiled weakly back at me.
Her flame-haired friend was stunning but I wanted the slut to know that it was her that I loved.
We walked the short distance to the Town Hall. Saturday afternoon filled with shoppers and afternoon drinkers. We were heading straight for the cells.
“You look good, both of you …” I said as we walked. Both of them wore dark clothes and, with the weather being a little warmer than it could have been in February, their jackets were short.
“I like the bare stomach Red, especially this time of year,” I glanced down at her open front that revealed the cropped top and her heavily tattooed abdomen.
She giggled.
“Where the fuck are we?” The slut said when I took them down the stairs at the front of the Town Hall. I laughed at her foul mouth.
“Get in,” I ordered unceremoniously as the door creaked open.
They walked silently into the gloom, I followed and closed the door with a loud bang, turning the key to lock us inside. My slut jumped deliciously at the loud sound, and then laughed nervously.
I flicked on the lights which did nothing to lighten the atmosphere.
“Follow me.” I headed further into the labyrinth.
They did, without a word being spoken.
We walked along the corridor and then I turned left into a small cell.
Pushing the door closed once they were inside, I looked each girl up and down.
There was no time for small talk. They were here for a reason … I was here for a reason ... I WAS the reason!
“Strip,” I ordered. Then added, “No, not you Red, just this little cunt. Do it now slut.”
With wide eyes and a gulp, my Little Girl slipped off her jacket and toed off her shoes. It was with trembling hands that she punched loose the button on her jeans and wriggled provocatively out of the tight denim.
I nodded and she pulled the tee shirt over her head before reaching down to unclasp her bra.
My throat dried a little when her firm, red-tipped breasts came into clear view.
“Beautiful,” I uttered almost to myself.
“Take down her panties Red.” I smiled as with just a single glance at me, her friend crouched and slowly pulled the lace thong off, peeling the gusset succulently away from her already puffy labia.
“How does it feel to be the only naked one among us slut?” I asked my Little Girl teasingly.
“I huh … fine … I guess.”
She moved a little from foot to foot, her body language demonstrating the apprehension that was no doubt active inside her head, a smirk riding her mouth.
“You find it funny?” I said in a style similar to that of her school teacher.
“What?” She responded with more than a hint of incredulity.
“Get on your fucking knees cunt!” I yelled so loudly that Red jumped and my Little Girl’s eyes widened. But she obeyed and averted her eyes while I wrapped a heavy chain around her neck and padlocked it.
She did as I ordered without delay or dissent, and I crouched by her side in order to kiss her, which I did with a savage passion. She gripped me, and returned the kiss just as greedily. What I take from her, this slut, I take with need and lust and greed and desire. With love. A strange love, maybe, to the outside world, yet it is our world and in that world we can have what we want.
I released her from the embrace, and I glanced sideways where Red was leaning impassively against the cold, stone wall.
“Suck.” Was all I said as I unfastened the button on my green army-style jeans and held my erection out towards her face.
With a single look upwards into my face before averting her eyes again, my Little Girl leaned forward and took me hungrily into her mouth before I could even raise my hands to her head.
I rather wondered, for a very brief second, if I am fucking her mouth, or if her mouth is fucking my cock.
Then I stopped wondering, as my fingers slid into her hair and her mouth glided down onto my erection. I groaned, fuck that feels good. Then I was lost in the sensations as she kissed her way back along my shaft, holding me ever so gently with her teeth just below the swollen head, and slurping her tongue over the crown of my penis.
The initial overpowering wave of sensations passed, and I regained control. Gripping her head tightly, fingers woven into her hair, I moved back just slightly, keeping her mouth on my cock, making her dependant on me for control, speed, depth, release. She tried to lean further in, pulling against my grip, trying to take more of my cock into her mouth, into her throat.
I let her, guiding her head forward, slowly, as she stretched her neck and breathed in a relaxed manner. I could feel her teeth barely scraping my shaft, her tongue pressing against the ridge on the underside of my cock, her warm, moist mouth engulfing me.
The slight gripping pressure as I entered her throat was exquisite. She gagged, and I slid back out, pushing her fully off my glistening, saliva coated erection, giving her time to grunt her way through her desperate search for breath. But before she had time to recover, I pushed and thrust and once more the slut was straining to take me into her mouth, straining against my fingers in her hair, allowing her to engulf me once again.
Then a laugh emanated from my throat, evil sounding, and I cruelly pulled her away from my shaft. She whimpered, the slut, and looked up at me. I relaxed my grip in her hair.
“Okay,” I said, as if granting permission for her to resume, and she speedily returned to nibbling down my shaft, breathing me into her throat, licking my balls. I groaned again, my legs trembled a little, and my juices began to rise.
I arched my back in pleasure, “Aaaaah, fuck … yes …”
She nipped back up the side of my shaft again, until she was focused solely on the head of my cock … my hard, throbbing, exquisitely sensitive cock. Her mouth felt hot and wet, and the moisture, silky and I swear could sense every taste bud on her tongue right now.
“Not yet,” I said, when finally, I pulled her mouth away from my cock. She was panting heavily, dripping in saliva, and that turned me on even more.
Some part of me, the surgeon, proper, social, kind-to-children-and-animals part was appalled at what I was planning. But the other part of me, the part I am revelling in right now, was smiling a cruel, gleeful smile of its own.
There is some part of my Little Girl as well that is appalled, I know that. The part that hands in her essays on time, makes her parents proud, looks out for her sister, the “good girl”, rather than the blatantly sexual slut, who is on her knees before me, dripping in spit and juices …
My lover. My love. I embrace all of her, every facet, every part … I want all of her.
“Get up.”
She did, and I grabbed her wrists before twisting her around and pulling them cruelly behind her back cuffing them tightly together.
Then, without warning, I gripped her by the throat and slammed her hard against the stone wall.
“Here use this on her,” I handed Red the small egg vibe. Her eyes widen, my slut had seen this malicious device before, and she groaned as best she can within the confines of my grip.
But Red asked no questions. They are here for a reason, and the still fully dressed friend knows this is all part of that reason.
I let her buzz the vibrations all over the slut’s clit, and along her labia, inside and out, until my Little Girl was tensed and ready to cum, pleading from the guttural depths of her body for release. I tightened my grip on her neck even more and then just as she was about to climax … I knocked Red’s arm away.
The slut’s knees gave way causing me to hold her upright entirely via my grip around her neck.
“Ten seconds Red,” let her calm down. But ten seconds doesn’t offer much calming time, however it was all she got before I took the egg vibe and slid it deep back inside the slut’s cunt.
“Duct tape in my pocket, get it out and use it to seal her pussy, tape the vibe inside her body. Do it now Red.”
She did, and that infernal little device was trapped inside my Little Girl.
Then she came. Hard. And we let her. Red and I watched the slut fall heavily to the ground, landing painfully on her arms, still secured behind her back, and then I smiled as she writhed and squirmed in exquisite agony, her wetness contained inside her pussy behind the wall of duct tape covering her slit. I grinned across at Red who looked down upon her friend wearing what I thought was an expression of envy.
I laughed and dragged my Little Girl to her feet before throwing her face first against the cell wall. Without her arms to protect her she hit the stone with her breasts first and slumped groaning to the ground. The vibe still hummed away inside her body building steadily towards its next onslaught.
“She can’t reach the tape and the vibe will go for hours yet.”
I pulled Red to me and kissed her. In a feline-like manner her body moulded to mine and she kissed me back, already breathless from the scenes she had just witnessed.
“Let’s go eat somewhere nice Red, just you and me and leave this cunt to her orgasms …”
Red said nothing, but she offered no resistance when I moved her out of the cell and slammed the door shut. It bolted locked from the outside trapping my Little Girl inside its gloomy walls.
I turned and opened the small food hatch in the main door panels, and my Little Girl’s pathetic eyes were there staring out at us … following our every move as Red and I walked away, switched off the lights and left her alone, cuffed in the old cells … the vibrator eating away at her very sanity.
“Watch out for the Rats slut …” were my final words as we closed the main door with a loud bang.
It was almost 1pm on Saturday the 22nd February 2020. Another date for my collection of significant dates, a collection that was building rapidly every-time I saw these two masochistic little girls.
I knew the train they were on, it arrived at 1:04pm directly from Kings Cross. I smiled at the thought of them in First Class, laughing and joking, winding other passengers up … maybe even kissing and cuddling … the thought of their lips touching made me stiffen.
It wouldn’t be long now.
There were plenty of students around today. Saturday was a travel day … home to see families or off to visit the boyfriend or girlfriend. I watched a fresh-faced girl wander into my line of sight. Tight jeans, tits to die for, plump lips, button nose … damn those jeans, so fucking tight. Then she crouched down to look inside her bag and I could see the waist band of a black lace thong exposed … fuck, she was very, very hot. Would she like to be beaten? I found myself wondering.
Then a loud pitched laugh, maybe tinged with nerves, took my attention.
It was them …
******
She had left on Friday, the wife. No lifts required, no trains to catch, she had taken her car – it was easier to drive. And so, I had the full day to myself once my 11am clinic was over. There was only one place to go.
Leeds City Centre was busy, it was Friday lunchtime after all, but no one had eyes for a lonesome guy making his way down to the left of the large flight of stone, front stairs at the City's town Hall.
I opened the door to the cells. It creaked in the stereotypical way that it should, and the pleasant sensation of the warm air hit me. This was more than just underground air capture, it was probably being heated from the rooms above it. Whatever, it was nice and warm, which meant that I could keep the sluts naked for longer.
I put the bag down in the ‘interrogation cell’. The bag with all of my accessories, both medical and sexual, contained within in. Pulling open the zip I smiled at the heinous collection of accoutrements that I had in there. I could hardly wait to use them … all of them.
One phone call that evening confirmed that the wife had arrived safely and was looking forward to being in the shop along with all of the flowers.
“Stay as long as you wish,” I found myself saying with, hopefully, not too much relish – I had flowers of my own to prune!
“You WILL be okay dear, won’t you?” Her question was genuine but she knew what I would say.
“Of course, honey, now go and forget about me for a couple of days. I will call you on Sunday once your busy day is over and we can catch up.”
Call over and the path through this weekend’s session with my girls, was now clear.
That night brought little sleep and an almost constant erection. I was desperate to satiate it, but I was damned if I would waste my juices …
******
“Hey Mister, we’re here,” the sluts fresh faced, stating-the obvious, student-enthusiasm rose above the white-noise din of the station.
I smiled and nodded, and without a word I put my hand around the back of her head, pulled her to me and kissed her hard. She gasped and I loved it … I loved it more when she stabilised the surprise embrace and kissed me back. Breathless parting I smiled down at her, my Little Girl, and said, “I missed you so much.”
Red stood by watching and I turned and nodded at her, “Red.”
She smiled weakly back at me.
Her flame-haired friend was stunning but I wanted the slut to know that it was her that I loved.
We walked the short distance to the Town Hall. Saturday afternoon filled with shoppers and afternoon drinkers. We were heading straight for the cells.
“You look good, both of you …” I said as we walked. Both of them wore dark clothes and, with the weather being a little warmer than it could have been in February, their jackets were short.
“I like the bare stomach Red, especially this time of year,” I glanced down at her open front that revealed the cropped top and her heavily tattooed abdomen.
She giggled.
“Where the fuck are we?” The slut said when I took them down the stairs at the front of the Town Hall. I laughed at her foul mouth.
“Get in,” I ordered unceremoniously as the door creaked open.
They walked silently into the gloom, I followed and closed the door with a loud bang, turning the key to lock us inside. My slut jumped deliciously at the loud sound, and then laughed nervously.
I flicked on the lights which did nothing to lighten the atmosphere.
“Follow me.” I headed further into the labyrinth.
They did, without a word being spoken.
We walked along the corridor and then I turned left into a small cell.
Pushing the door closed once they were inside, I looked each girl up and down.
There was no time for small talk. They were here for a reason … I was here for a reason ... I WAS the reason!
“Strip,” I ordered. Then added, “No, not you Red, just this little cunt. Do it now slut.”
With wide eyes and a gulp, my Little Girl slipped off her jacket and toed off her shoes. It was with trembling hands that she punched loose the button on her jeans and wriggled provocatively out of the tight denim.
I nodded and she pulled the tee shirt over her head before reaching down to unclasp her bra.
My throat dried a little when her firm, red-tipped breasts came into clear view.
“Beautiful,” I uttered almost to myself.
“Take down her panties Red.” I smiled as with just a single glance at me, her friend crouched and slowly pulled the lace thong off, peeling the gusset succulently away from her already puffy labia.
“How does it feel to be the only naked one among us slut?” I asked my Little Girl teasingly.
“I huh … fine … I guess.”
She moved a little from foot to foot, her body language demonstrating the apprehension that was no doubt active inside her head, a smirk riding her mouth.
“You find it funny?” I said in a style similar to that of her school teacher.
“What?” She responded with more than a hint of incredulity.
“Get on your fucking knees cunt!” I yelled so loudly that Red jumped and my Little Girl’s eyes widened. But she obeyed and averted her eyes while I wrapped a heavy chain around her neck and padlocked it.
She did as I ordered without delay or dissent, and I crouched by her side in order to kiss her, which I did with a savage passion. She gripped me, and returned the kiss just as greedily. What I take from her, this slut, I take with need and lust and greed and desire. With love. A strange love, maybe, to the outside world, yet it is our world and in that world we can have what we want.
I released her from the embrace, and I glanced sideways where Red was leaning impassively against the cold, stone wall.
“Suck.” Was all I said as I unfastened the button on my green army-style jeans and held my erection out towards her face.
With a single look upwards into my face before averting her eyes again, my Little Girl leaned forward and took me hungrily into her mouth before I could even raise my hands to her head.
I rather wondered, for a very brief second, if I am fucking her mouth, or if her mouth is fucking my cock.
Then I stopped wondering, as my fingers slid into her hair and her mouth glided down onto my erection. I groaned, fuck that feels good. Then I was lost in the sensations as she kissed her way back along my shaft, holding me ever so gently with her teeth just below the swollen head, and slurping her tongue over the crown of my penis.
The initial overpowering wave of sensations passed, and I regained control. Gripping her head tightly, fingers woven into her hair, I moved back just slightly, keeping her mouth on my cock, making her dependant on me for control, speed, depth, release. She tried to lean further in, pulling against my grip, trying to take more of my cock into her mouth, into her throat.
I let her, guiding her head forward, slowly, as she stretched her neck and breathed in a relaxed manner. I could feel her teeth barely scraping my shaft, her tongue pressing against the ridge on the underside of my cock, her warm, moist mouth engulfing me.
The slight gripping pressure as I entered her throat was exquisite. She gagged, and I slid back out, pushing her fully off my glistening, saliva coated erection, giving her time to grunt her way through her desperate search for breath. But before she had time to recover, I pushed and thrust and once more the slut was straining to take me into her mouth, straining against my fingers in her hair, allowing her to engulf me once again.
Then a laugh emanated from my throat, evil sounding, and I cruelly pulled her away from my shaft. She whimpered, the slut, and looked up at me. I relaxed my grip in her hair.
“Okay,” I said, as if granting permission for her to resume, and she speedily returned to nibbling down my shaft, breathing me into her throat, licking my balls. I groaned again, my legs trembled a little, and my juices began to rise.
I arched my back in pleasure, “Aaaaah, fuck … yes …”
She nipped back up the side of my shaft again, until she was focused solely on the head of my cock … my hard, throbbing, exquisitely sensitive cock. Her mouth felt hot and wet, and the moisture, silky and I swear could sense every taste bud on her tongue right now.
“Not yet,” I said, when finally, I pulled her mouth away from my cock. She was panting heavily, dripping in saliva, and that turned me on even more.
Some part of me, the surgeon, proper, social, kind-to-children-and-animals part was appalled at what I was planning. But the other part of me, the part I am revelling in right now, was smiling a cruel, gleeful smile of its own.
There is some part of my Little Girl as well that is appalled, I know that. The part that hands in her essays on time, makes her parents proud, looks out for her sister, the “good girl”, rather than the blatantly sexual slut, who is on her knees before me, dripping in spit and juices …
My lover. My love. I embrace all of her, every facet, every part … I want all of her.
“Get up.”
She did, and I grabbed her wrists before twisting her around and pulling them cruelly behind her back cuffing them tightly together.
Then, without warning, I gripped her by the throat and slammed her hard against the stone wall.
“Here use this on her,” I handed Red the small egg vibe. Her eyes widen, my slut had seen this malicious device before, and she groaned as best she can within the confines of my grip.
But Red asked no questions. They are here for a reason, and the still fully dressed friend knows this is all part of that reason.
I let her buzz the vibrations all over the slut’s clit, and along her labia, inside and out, until my Little Girl was tensed and ready to cum, pleading from the guttural depths of her body for release. I tightened my grip on her neck even more and then just as she was about to climax … I knocked Red’s arm away.
The slut’s knees gave way causing me to hold her upright entirely via my grip around her neck.
“Ten seconds Red,” let her calm down. But ten seconds doesn’t offer much calming time, however it was all she got before I took the egg vibe and slid it deep back inside the slut’s cunt.
“Duct tape in my pocket, get it out and use it to seal her pussy, tape the vibe inside her body. Do it now Red.”
She did, and that infernal little device was trapped inside my Little Girl.
Then she came. Hard. And we let her. Red and I watched the slut fall heavily to the ground, landing painfully on her arms, still secured behind her back, and then I smiled as she writhed and squirmed in exquisite agony, her wetness contained inside her pussy behind the wall of duct tape covering her slit. I grinned across at Red who looked down upon her friend wearing what I thought was an expression of envy.
I laughed and dragged my Little Girl to her feet before throwing her face first against the cell wall. Without her arms to protect her she hit the stone with her breasts first and slumped groaning to the ground. The vibe still hummed away inside her body building steadily towards its next onslaught.
“She can’t reach the tape and the vibe will go for hours yet.”
I pulled Red to me and kissed her. In a feline-like manner her body moulded to mine and she kissed me back, already breathless from the scenes she had just witnessed.
“Let’s go eat somewhere nice Red, just you and me and leave this cunt to her orgasms …”
Red said nothing, but she offered no resistance when I moved her out of the cell and slammed the door shut. It bolted locked from the outside trapping my Little Girl inside its gloomy walls.
I turned and opened the small food hatch in the main door panels, and my Little Girl’s pathetic eyes were there staring out at us … following our every move as Red and I walked away, switched off the lights and left her alone, cuffed in the old cells … the vibrator eating away at her very sanity.
“Watch out for the Rats slut …” were my final words as we closed the main door with a loud bang.
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
"... “Suck.” Was all I said as I unfastened the button on my green army-style jeans and held my erection out towards her face ..."
"... With a single look upwards into my face before averting her eyes again, my Little Girl leaned forward and took me hungrily into her mouth before I could even raise my hands to her head ..."
- JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 5 Chapter 7
"... With a single look upwards into my face before averting her eyes again, my Little Girl leaned forward and took me hungrily into her mouth before I could even raise my hands to her head ..."
- JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 5 Chapter 7
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
"... my Little Girl’s pathetic eyes were there staring out at us … following our every move as Red and I walked away, switched off the lights and left her alone, cuffed in the old cells … the vibrator eating away at her very sanity ..." - JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 5 Chapter 7
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Peony
Magistrate
JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 5 Chapter 7
Sometimes I could really love him. Not really. Yeah. He does this stuff so well.
FUUUUUCK!
I really could love him. Or someone like him. Who does this.
FUUUUUCK!
And so it starts again. Here. On the floor.
I've pushed myself back to the wall. My naked back against the wall. My arms cuffed behind me. My shoulders hurt...
FUUUUUCK!
Oh god! I love this fucking thing inside me. I fucking love it. I'm fucking throbbing with it.
NO! It's impossible! NOT MORE!
FUUUUUCK!
It won't stop.
It won't stop. I can't.... I love it hate it love it....FUUUUCKKK!
My belly. My mouth drooling. My cunt. My fucking cunt!
FUUUUCK!
He came to meet us. Just off the train. In the student-crowded station just two more student babes meeting their dad/uncle/whatever.
Kisses. More than you should with girls like us. Too young for that sort of kiss unless we're selling.
But no-one notices.
And so it starts.
Out round the corner and to the building, the ugly, ostentatious, imperial edifice of a building that is the town hall. I'd recognise its small man's penis columns and cock-envy tower anywhere. Ugly stupid big fucker of a building.
He takes us through a door that he has the key to. Down some steps. More like it. A sort of dungeon. Another door.
What can I see?
Amazing things!
Just for us!
Lucky girls that we are!
FUUUUUCK!!! It's fucking burning me up! FUUUCK! Fucking can't control myself! OH MY GOD! STOP!
DON'T STOP!!!!
Tells me to strip. I like this bit. It really is starting.
Down on my knees. His little girl doing what he says. What I like to do.
Suck him off. He pushes into me. Deep. Can't hardly breathe. Love this. This thing in my throat. Hate it filthy hate it girl. Not. Yes. Yes. Love it.
Not.
Fuck! Yeah.... Fuck... Gasping for air. Gagging. Gagging. Out. Gasp. Breathe. In. Again. FUCK!
FUUUUUUCKKK! This thing! My whole fucking body!
Up.
I get.
And
HE cuffs me. I'm his. Not mine. My body is his now. Til he's finished. Yeah. I want this. This is what I want so much.
She pushes it in. FUUUCK! YES!!!
She pushes it in. Tapes it in. FUUUCK!
I fucking want this!
FUCKK!
Slams me down. On my belly on my tits. Air knocked out. Still fucking buzzing in me. FUUUUCK!
FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK! I fucking... a....
Gone.
They've gone.
Nothing.
Just me moaning.
FUUUUCKKKK! Not stopping.
GONE!
Her and him.
So fucking lov FUUUUUUCKKKK!!!!
FUUUUCCCCKKKK! My body!!!! FUCK. Legs bouncing. I can't fucking control... FUCCCCKKKK!
Me in the dark. FUUUUCKKK! And nothing but me and my FUUUUUCKKK
He'll be back.
With FUUUUUCKKK her. And then.... FUUUUUCKKK! I want to him.... me to him... Her.... TORTURE ME!
FUUUUCKKKK Him me her and now along nothing silence.... SCREAMMMM! FUUUUCKKK! Love. How much fucking MOREFUUUUUUCKKK!!!
Sometimes I could really love him. Not really. Yeah. He does this stuff so well.
FUUUUUCK!
I really could love him. Or someone like him. Who does this.
FUUUUUCK!
And so it starts again. Here. On the floor.
I've pushed myself back to the wall. My naked back against the wall. My arms cuffed behind me. My shoulders hurt...
FUUUUUCK!
Oh god! I love this fucking thing inside me. I fucking love it. I'm fucking throbbing with it.
NO! It's impossible! NOT MORE!
FUUUUUCK!
It won't stop.
It won't stop. I can't.... I love it hate it love it....FUUUUCKKK!
My belly. My mouth drooling. My cunt. My fucking cunt!
FUUUUCK!
He came to meet us. Just off the train. In the student-crowded station just two more student babes meeting their dad/uncle/whatever.
Kisses. More than you should with girls like us. Too young for that sort of kiss unless we're selling.
But no-one notices.
And so it starts.
Out round the corner and to the building, the ugly, ostentatious, imperial edifice of a building that is the town hall. I'd recognise its small man's penis columns and cock-envy tower anywhere. Ugly stupid big fucker of a building.
He takes us through a door that he has the key to. Down some steps. More like it. A sort of dungeon. Another door.
What can I see?
Amazing things!
Just for us!
Lucky girls that we are!
FUUUUUCK!!! It's fucking burning me up! FUUUCK! Fucking can't control myself! OH MY GOD! STOP!
DON'T STOP!!!!
Tells me to strip. I like this bit. It really is starting.
Down on my knees. His little girl doing what he says. What I like to do.
Suck him off. He pushes into me. Deep. Can't hardly breathe. Love this. This thing in my throat. Hate it filthy hate it girl. Not. Yes. Yes. Love it.
Not.
Fuck! Yeah.... Fuck... Gasping for air. Gagging. Gagging. Out. Gasp. Breathe. In. Again. FUCK!
FUUUUUUCKKK! This thing! My whole fucking body!
Up.
I get.
And
HE cuffs me. I'm his. Not mine. My body is his now. Til he's finished. Yeah. I want this. This is what I want so much.
She pushes it in. FUUUCK! YES!!!
She pushes it in. Tapes it in. FUUUCK!
I fucking want this!
FUCKK!
Slams me down. On my belly on my tits. Air knocked out. Still fucking buzzing in me. FUUUUCK!
FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK! I fucking... a....
Gone.
They've gone.
Nothing.
Just me moaning.
FUUUUCKKKK! Not stopping.
GONE!
Her and him.
So fucking lov FUUUUUUCKKKK!!!!
FUUUUCCCCKKKK! My body!!!! FUCK. Legs bouncing. I can't fucking control... FUCCCCKKKK!
Me in the dark. FUUUUCKKK! And nothing but me and my FUUUUUCKKK
He'll be back.
With FUUUUUCKKK her. And then.... FUUUUUCKKK! I want to him.... me to him... Her.... TORTURE ME!
FUUUUCKKKK Him me her and now along nothing silence.... SCREAMMMM! FUUUUCKKK! Love. How much fucking MOREFUUUUUUCKKK!!!
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old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
It's a beautiful building @old slave and I will make my Little Girl suffer even more because of her disrespectful words.
Also my friend don't forget to like the main chapters (assuming that you did) because that inspires us ...
Thanks for your support ...
Peony
Magistrate
Ugly monster of borgeois conceit of a building!It's a beautiful building @old slave and I will make my Little Girl suffer even more because of her disrespectful words.
Also my friend don't forget to like the main chapters (assuming that you did) because that inspires us ...
Thanks for your support ...
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
You really, really want to be hurt my slut don't you
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 5 Chapter 9
“I love my Little Girl, Red, you know that, right?” I looked up from my bowl of Penne Carbonara Pasta across the table at the beautiful flame-haired girl sitting opposite me.
She nodded, “She doesn’t love you though.”
I smiled wryly, and then she added, “But she loves being with you, loves what you do to her, loves that she found you …”
“So, she loves me then?” I queried.
Red chuckled, “If you say so.”
“Do you?” I said, as she took another mouthful of her Rustic Pizza, Farmhouse style served on a slated platter.
“What? Love you?” She laughed, “No, of course not, but I do love her, your Little friend. She is the perfect lover and partner for me …”
“I meant, do you love what I do to you?”
Red looked down at her plate.
“Do you?” I pushed. Seeing her so reticent to answer was turning me on.
“Tell me Red,” I whispered with an underpinning assertion to my tone.
“It scares me. You scare me.”
What a perfect answer.
“Really, and why is that?”
She hesitated, before saying, “Will we survive this weekend?”
“Do you want to?” I said taking more Pasta onto my fork. Her question was stiffening my groin.
She looked at me now. Eye to eye, and there were tears in hers.
She did not answer.
******
We had been gone almost two hours when Red and I walked back into the cells, and opened the door into the small stone room that we had left the slut in.
What I saw when the old wood creaked open sent my burgeoning erection into full blown overdrive.
My Little Girl was sprawled on the floor, on her side, hands still cuffed behind her back. Her thighs were wide apart and glistening, the duct tape was half on half off, and a pool of liquid had formed under her. The evil little vibe was still very clearly lodged inside her sweet body … I could hear it buzzing away, still pursuing its erotic devilment.
Slowly her closed eyes flickered open. “Pl … please, Mis … Mister, m … make it st … stop,” she pleaded in a broken, sensual whisper.
I moved to her and knelt by her body, Red followed me.
“Did you piss yourself?”
She nodded, and I laughed. Reaching between her legs I ripped the remaining tape away from her pussy and saw how red and puffy her labia already were.
I pressed the button on the remote in my pocket and the slut visibly groaned as her body was able to relax. She looked exhausted already and we hadn’t even started!
Moving my fingers to her slit, she winced as I worked two fingers inside her. She had obviously climaxed so many times that she was almost dry … perfect!
Hooking my digits inside her body I scooped the vibe down and out.
“Th … thank you,” she whispered, still struggling to speak.
Grabbing her by the neck chain I pulled the slut to her feet and dragged her behind me to the interrogation cell. She struggled to maintain her footing over the few yards that we travelled, but I cared not.
“You, come too.” I spoke quickly at Red as we marched past her.
Unfastening the slut’s wrists, I looked at her, and then at the long, old, flat, wooden rack.
“Get on.”
There was no dissent from her as she climbed aboard, and I set about tying her wrists, one to each corner of the wooden device. I then fastened her ankles into the iron manacles that were fixed to the bottom of the heinous device … and she was fastened in … ready for the ride of her young life!
My Little Girl’s eyes were now wide open and she stared upwards at the ceiling as if trying to focus her mind … was she focused on what was about to happen, or something completely different in an attempt to divert the pain.
With the slut secured on the rack I turned to Red.
“Strip.”
The flame-haired beauty nodded and slipped off her jacket. It was if she knew her time was coming … and that it had just arrived.
I watched as she pulled the cropped top over her head to expose her beautiful, braless breasts. Her jeans followed.
Red’s thighs were smooth, firm, just the right mix of muscle tone and softness. Wonderfully smooth calves, perfect feet; so dainty and pedicured, slender little ankles.
I nodded and she wound down her black, flimsy girl boxers, with the lace trimmed edge.
Wow. A perfect naked canvas, adorned with beautiful body art, ready to be beaten.
“Hands behind your back Red, now!” My tone was quiet, but the intent very clear. She obeyed.
I turned back to my slut and she saw the knife in my hand.
She stared, more in fascination than horror as I stepped closer, lowering the knife towards her belly. She tried to wriggle away, a natural enough response, but was held tight by her restrained limbs. Her eyes closed with a slight gasp as I laid the blunt side of the blade along her stomach.
“Be very, very still, Little Girl” I told her softly. I slid the knife up along the gentle groove of her belly and down between her thighs. Using the point of the blade I burrowed it slowly and very carefully between her puffy, sticky labia and slipped the sharp, shank into her pussy. The slut groaned, but she did not move one single inch, I gradually pushed the blade deeper. Leaving it in situ I moved to the top of the rack where the handle was.
She was gorgeous, my Little Girl, especially now that she was star-fished out on the cold, old wood of the rack, her wrists and ankles roped to its opposing ends. Her legs were slim and gleaming, her hips slender, her stomach flat and firm. Her ribcage formed a gentle arch topped by her proud breasts. Her arms were sleek and toned with young muscle, and from my vantage point looking down her body, I could see the knife protruding from her cunt.
I gripped the rack's cross-shaped handle, and gave it a turn. The roller shifted, and the ropes pulled on the slut's wrists, straightening her arms. She looked up towards her hands in sudden alarm, and the ratchet locked in place with a satisfying sound.
“Oh fuck?” she whimpered. Her bare breasts were shifting quickly with the movement, rising up her nubile body.
I turned the handle again. This time there was resistance, as my Little Girl’s body was moved into place by the tightening process, and wrist ropes pulling taut, her legs now being pulled hard against the harsh, old iron that encased her ankles.
I noted my delight that her fingers were closed around the ropes from her wrists, her toes fanning out, an unconscious reflex to resist. I really didn’t want her to like this too much …
And sure enough, when I started to turn the handle again, I saw her muscles tense. Her arms and thighs acquired a more detailed definition as she pulled on the ropes in opposition to the rack's force. But the slut soon learned that she could do nothing to halt its progress, as the handle moved regardless, drawing her body a half-inch tauter. She gave a moan of panic as the ratchet clinked home, and then screamed as her back began to move over the wooden studs that dotted the three rollers which she was now being dragged over.
I moved to the juncture of her thighs and saw a small trickle of blood dripping from her pussy, where the knife point had scratched her sensitive folds. She looked so damn hot with the red rivulet dripping from her slit, over her perineum to stimulate her pudendal nerve.
Gripping the handle, I slowly pulled the knife out and released a little more blood with it.
“You are so fucking helpless Little Girl,” I smirked with satisfaction.
Just to prove my point, and demonstrate the true nature of her helplessness, I gave the rack one more turn. This time, the stretch to her whole body was visible; her arms and legs, already straight, grew even more taut, her ribcage lifted, her belly hollowed, and she gave a loud gasp. Her fingers released the ropes, a sign that my slut had already started to accept the inevitability of the torture.
I left her there and moved to Red, who stood looking at the tortuous vignette, her hands now high behind her head. She too was breathing heavily, no doubt with a fear-ridden anticipation of what lay in store for her, and also at having watched the slut being tortured before her very eyes.
“Do you like watching?” I asked, moving my hand between her thighs, pushing her legs apart, cupping her mound.
She nodded.
“Do you want to be her?” I asked, my question now a little more pointed.
She did not reply.
“Do, you?” I pursued an answer.
“I, d … don’t know,” her reply was stunted, partly, I guessed, due to the nature of the question, but also down to the fact that I was now fingering her rapidly moistening pussy.
Pushing her back to the cell wall, my fingers buried even deeper inside her, I pushed my body close and my mouth to within an inch of hers.
“I know you don’t love me Red, but kiss me.”
And she did, a deep, open mouthed kiss, though I wasn’t certain whether the source of such passion was genuine or whether it was simply that Red knew that was what I wanted her to do. It didn’t matter … she did it anyway. Our embrace was broken by a wail from the slut.
I pulled away from Red and looked down upon the rack
My Little Girl was shivering, her ribcage stark, standing out from her otherwise perfect shape, her nipples settled like hard, fleshy bullets. There was beautiful desperation on every trembling breath. I smiled; fear only improved the effect of the rack, reducing the flexibility of muscles and tendons … and the slut was definitely showing some of that!
Then she wailed, but could do nothing as I pulled the lever like the handle of a slot machine. The handle turned, the ropes were pulled, and by her wrists, the slut was stretched further.
Her muscles and joints were already tense, and, as her body rolled over the wooden studs that speared her back, the heightened levels of pain seemed to hit her at once. My Little Girl gave a gasp, then a whimper, clenching her teeth. I waited a few seconds, then turned the lever once more. As the ratchet clinked into place, the slut was stretched again, and this time she gave a very satisfying loud yell!
Fuck, I was so damn erect!
Her fingers curled and flexed uselessly as I watched the sweat begin to bead on her breasts and neck. The muscles in her arms and legs were hard with the strain, the ropes tight around her wrists. Now it was getting interesting; the pain had really started to hit home, and every time she stretched it would grow exponentially.
I put my hands on the lever, fixed my eyes on her. “Feel this!”
I turned the roller. I saw the slut's lithe young body stretch as the wrist-ropes shortened another half inch. As pain flashed through her limbs and her back, she screamed.
“AAAAAARRGHHHH! Sto… o … op!” Her head tipped back, her eyes squeezed shut. I could see the tension all through her body, her ribcage stark. I knew at this early stage that the pain was intense and burning, but it was through muscles rather than tendons, still so relatively mild.
I moved to her head and grinned into her face. “Stop Little Girl, you want me to stop … you, my perfect Pain Slut, want me to cease your suffering. Do you really?”
The slut looked at me, tears flowing down her cheeks and then turned her head away.
“No, I thought not.” I laughed, and putting my hands to the handle again, and gave it another turn.
“I love my Little Girl, Red, you know that, right?” I looked up from my bowl of Penne Carbonara Pasta across the table at the beautiful flame-haired girl sitting opposite me.
She nodded, “She doesn’t love you though.”
I smiled wryly, and then she added, “But she loves being with you, loves what you do to her, loves that she found you …”
“So, she loves me then?” I queried.
Red chuckled, “If you say so.”
“Do you?” I said, as she took another mouthful of her Rustic Pizza, Farmhouse style served on a slated platter.
“What? Love you?” She laughed, “No, of course not, but I do love her, your Little friend. She is the perfect lover and partner for me …”
“I meant, do you love what I do to you?”
Red looked down at her plate.
“Do you?” I pushed. Seeing her so reticent to answer was turning me on.
“Tell me Red,” I whispered with an underpinning assertion to my tone.
“It scares me. You scare me.”
What a perfect answer.
“Really, and why is that?”
She hesitated, before saying, “Will we survive this weekend?”
“Do you want to?” I said taking more Pasta onto my fork. Her question was stiffening my groin.
She looked at me now. Eye to eye, and there were tears in hers.
She did not answer.
******
We had been gone almost two hours when Red and I walked back into the cells, and opened the door into the small stone room that we had left the slut in.
What I saw when the old wood creaked open sent my burgeoning erection into full blown overdrive.
My Little Girl was sprawled on the floor, on her side, hands still cuffed behind her back. Her thighs were wide apart and glistening, the duct tape was half on half off, and a pool of liquid had formed under her. The evil little vibe was still very clearly lodged inside her sweet body … I could hear it buzzing away, still pursuing its erotic devilment.
Slowly her closed eyes flickered open. “Pl … please, Mis … Mister, m … make it st … stop,” she pleaded in a broken, sensual whisper.
I moved to her and knelt by her body, Red followed me.
“Did you piss yourself?”
She nodded, and I laughed. Reaching between her legs I ripped the remaining tape away from her pussy and saw how red and puffy her labia already were.
I pressed the button on the remote in my pocket and the slut visibly groaned as her body was able to relax. She looked exhausted already and we hadn’t even started!
Moving my fingers to her slit, she winced as I worked two fingers inside her. She had obviously climaxed so many times that she was almost dry … perfect!
Hooking my digits inside her body I scooped the vibe down and out.
“Th … thank you,” she whispered, still struggling to speak.
Grabbing her by the neck chain I pulled the slut to her feet and dragged her behind me to the interrogation cell. She struggled to maintain her footing over the few yards that we travelled, but I cared not.
“You, come too.” I spoke quickly at Red as we marched past her.
Unfastening the slut’s wrists, I looked at her, and then at the long, old, flat, wooden rack.
“Get on.”
There was no dissent from her as she climbed aboard, and I set about tying her wrists, one to each corner of the wooden device. I then fastened her ankles into the iron manacles that were fixed to the bottom of the heinous device … and she was fastened in … ready for the ride of her young life!
My Little Girl’s eyes were now wide open and she stared upwards at the ceiling as if trying to focus her mind … was she focused on what was about to happen, or something completely different in an attempt to divert the pain.
With the slut secured on the rack I turned to Red.
“Strip.”
The flame-haired beauty nodded and slipped off her jacket. It was if she knew her time was coming … and that it had just arrived.
I watched as she pulled the cropped top over her head to expose her beautiful, braless breasts. Her jeans followed.
Red’s thighs were smooth, firm, just the right mix of muscle tone and softness. Wonderfully smooth calves, perfect feet; so dainty and pedicured, slender little ankles.
I nodded and she wound down her black, flimsy girl boxers, with the lace trimmed edge.
Wow. A perfect naked canvas, adorned with beautiful body art, ready to be beaten.
“Hands behind your back Red, now!” My tone was quiet, but the intent very clear. She obeyed.
I turned back to my slut and she saw the knife in my hand.
She stared, more in fascination than horror as I stepped closer, lowering the knife towards her belly. She tried to wriggle away, a natural enough response, but was held tight by her restrained limbs. Her eyes closed with a slight gasp as I laid the blunt side of the blade along her stomach.
“Be very, very still, Little Girl” I told her softly. I slid the knife up along the gentle groove of her belly and down between her thighs. Using the point of the blade I burrowed it slowly and very carefully between her puffy, sticky labia and slipped the sharp, shank into her pussy. The slut groaned, but she did not move one single inch, I gradually pushed the blade deeper. Leaving it in situ I moved to the top of the rack where the handle was.
She was gorgeous, my Little Girl, especially now that she was star-fished out on the cold, old wood of the rack, her wrists and ankles roped to its opposing ends. Her legs were slim and gleaming, her hips slender, her stomach flat and firm. Her ribcage formed a gentle arch topped by her proud breasts. Her arms were sleek and toned with young muscle, and from my vantage point looking down her body, I could see the knife protruding from her cunt.
I gripped the rack's cross-shaped handle, and gave it a turn. The roller shifted, and the ropes pulled on the slut's wrists, straightening her arms. She looked up towards her hands in sudden alarm, and the ratchet locked in place with a satisfying sound.
“Oh fuck?” she whimpered. Her bare breasts were shifting quickly with the movement, rising up her nubile body.
I turned the handle again. This time there was resistance, as my Little Girl’s body was moved into place by the tightening process, and wrist ropes pulling taut, her legs now being pulled hard against the harsh, old iron that encased her ankles.
I noted my delight that her fingers were closed around the ropes from her wrists, her toes fanning out, an unconscious reflex to resist. I really didn’t want her to like this too much …
And sure enough, when I started to turn the handle again, I saw her muscles tense. Her arms and thighs acquired a more detailed definition as she pulled on the ropes in opposition to the rack's force. But the slut soon learned that she could do nothing to halt its progress, as the handle moved regardless, drawing her body a half-inch tauter. She gave a moan of panic as the ratchet clinked home, and then screamed as her back began to move over the wooden studs that dotted the three rollers which she was now being dragged over.
I moved to the juncture of her thighs and saw a small trickle of blood dripping from her pussy, where the knife point had scratched her sensitive folds. She looked so damn hot with the red rivulet dripping from her slit, over her perineum to stimulate her pudendal nerve.
Gripping the handle, I slowly pulled the knife out and released a little more blood with it.
“You are so fucking helpless Little Girl,” I smirked with satisfaction.
Just to prove my point, and demonstrate the true nature of her helplessness, I gave the rack one more turn. This time, the stretch to her whole body was visible; her arms and legs, already straight, grew even more taut, her ribcage lifted, her belly hollowed, and she gave a loud gasp. Her fingers released the ropes, a sign that my slut had already started to accept the inevitability of the torture.
I left her there and moved to Red, who stood looking at the tortuous vignette, her hands now high behind her head. She too was breathing heavily, no doubt with a fear-ridden anticipation of what lay in store for her, and also at having watched the slut being tortured before her very eyes.
“Do you like watching?” I asked, moving my hand between her thighs, pushing her legs apart, cupping her mound.
She nodded.
“Do you want to be her?” I asked, my question now a little more pointed.
She did not reply.
“Do, you?” I pursued an answer.
“I, d … don’t know,” her reply was stunted, partly, I guessed, due to the nature of the question, but also down to the fact that I was now fingering her rapidly moistening pussy.
Pushing her back to the cell wall, my fingers buried even deeper inside her, I pushed my body close and my mouth to within an inch of hers.
“I know you don’t love me Red, but kiss me.”
And she did, a deep, open mouthed kiss, though I wasn’t certain whether the source of such passion was genuine or whether it was simply that Red knew that was what I wanted her to do. It didn’t matter … she did it anyway. Our embrace was broken by a wail from the slut.
I pulled away from Red and looked down upon the rack
My Little Girl was shivering, her ribcage stark, standing out from her otherwise perfect shape, her nipples settled like hard, fleshy bullets. There was beautiful desperation on every trembling breath. I smiled; fear only improved the effect of the rack, reducing the flexibility of muscles and tendons … and the slut was definitely showing some of that!
Then she wailed, but could do nothing as I pulled the lever like the handle of a slot machine. The handle turned, the ropes were pulled, and by her wrists, the slut was stretched further.
Her muscles and joints were already tense, and, as her body rolled over the wooden studs that speared her back, the heightened levels of pain seemed to hit her at once. My Little Girl gave a gasp, then a whimper, clenching her teeth. I waited a few seconds, then turned the lever once more. As the ratchet clinked into place, the slut was stretched again, and this time she gave a very satisfying loud yell!
Fuck, I was so damn erect!
Her fingers curled and flexed uselessly as I watched the sweat begin to bead on her breasts and neck. The muscles in her arms and legs were hard with the strain, the ropes tight around her wrists. Now it was getting interesting; the pain had really started to hit home, and every time she stretched it would grow exponentially.
I put my hands on the lever, fixed my eyes on her. “Feel this!”
I turned the roller. I saw the slut's lithe young body stretch as the wrist-ropes shortened another half inch. As pain flashed through her limbs and her back, she screamed.
“AAAAAARRGHHHH! Sto… o … op!” Her head tipped back, her eyes squeezed shut. I could see the tension all through her body, her ribcage stark. I knew at this early stage that the pain was intense and burning, but it was through muscles rather than tendons, still so relatively mild.
I moved to her head and grinned into her face. “Stop Little Girl, you want me to stop … you, my perfect Pain Slut, want me to cease your suffering. Do you really?”
The slut looked at me, tears flowing down her cheeks and then turned her head away.
“No, I thought not.” I laughed, and putting my hands to the handle again, and gave it another turn.
