I rolled my eyes.
"It's dumb, is what it is. There's porn now. Porn that's way better than this. I don't even like porn that much, and I admit that."
"Why don't you like porn? You seem... sexually liberated."
I bit my lip and smiled.
"That's different from what you were calling me last night."
"You're not a slut anymore," he growled, turning his entire body towards me. "Because you're mine."
I thought he might fuck me then and there, and I wouldn't have had a problem with that. And from the glint in his eye, he wouldn't have either.
But if he knew about my foray into porn, he gave no indication. Instead, he slid the contract over to me.
"Have you had a chance to consider the terms?"
"I have," I declared, taking up the document once more. I made a big show of flipping through it, and finally, coming to the last page, where I signed my name with a flourish, dating it and everything.
"Anything else?"
Boss smiled wide, his face twisting beneath the mask.
"Not at all," he said, pulling me onto his lap. I giggled in delight, as he crushed my lips against his. I felt him growing hard and I found my hands drifting down to his crouch... Investigating. On the hunt.
"Here," he said suddenly, pushing me off his lap after a moment. "I've got something to show you."
7
The Dungeon
"Is this the part where you show me all of your kinky toys?" I asked, breathlessly. He smiled and nodded.
"You could say that. A boy and his toys, you know? What's that thing they say, about the only difference between the men and the boys?"
He led me by the hand down one hall of the palace in the sky, finally coming to one of the doors which had been locked to me. While there was a conventional key, there also seemed to be a thumb pad which recognized his fingerprints, since it opened up easily for him.
"Here we are," he announced softly as we stepped into a room completely unlike the rest of the apartment.
Where as everything in the rest of the apartment was light colored, austere in a simple, modern, tasteful way--sophisticated and beautiful--this was... Not.
It was dark, first off, with no windows, and even with the dim light hanging from the ceiling, it took me a few moments to be able to see anything while my eyes adjusted.
It was all dark, grey brick on the walls. Chains hung directly in front of me, and to the side, there were two long metal planks planted into the floor and crossed at the center, with manacles at the ends of each plank--as if a prisoner's hands and ankles were meant to go there, I realized with a dull ache of panic and excitement in my breast.
Then, there were the whips and toys--all displayed in a glass case. From exotic cat o' nine tails, to more subdued leather affairs, not unlike belts... And then, god, so many dildos. Dildos that I didn't think would ever fit inside of me. I bet my lip as I approached the case, imagining him forcing one of those into me--not only into my pussy but down my mouth or up my ass...
I was dizzy with this realization. I turned to Boss.
"This is one hell of a place.”
"I know. Are you still okay with what you signed?"
I took a deep breath.
"I am."
"Then undress."
Obediently, I undid my bathrobe and let it slough down off my body. Boss lit a candle, placed it in a holder, and began to circle me.
"I did some damage last night, huh?" he said softly, running a hand over my welted butt. I shuddered.
"You sure did."
He swatted me.
"Did I ask for your opinion?"
I shook my head.
"No, Sir."
"That's better. Maybe we'll need to begin your training there..."
He disappeared into a cabinet and returned with something I had seen only in porn, when I occasionally watched it--a ball gag. A plastic ball, attached to a strap, meant to go in my mouth and shut me up.
"Yes, Sir," I whimpered as he pressed the ball into my mouth, my lips widening to accommodate it. He strapped it tight behind my head and grinned wide.
"You look like a roast pig with an apple in your mouth," he growled. "I could just eat you up right now."
He led me over to the rack--that X of wood, and as if in a dream, I allowed him to shackle me to it, my arms and legs spread wide. I hung limp against my shackles as he selected a riding crop from the display cabinet.
He ran it along my belly and I shuddered. I was getting wet. I felt my pussy growing soppy, getting moist and messy, dripping down my thighs. And it only got wetter and wetter as the crop found its way closer and closer to my crotch.
But, occasionally, it would simply switch directions and go up to my breasts. He circled on of my nipples with the tip, and I shuddered, knowing well what he was able to do with that.
"I'm surprised you haven't had these pierced yet," he said of my nipples, teasing one swollen nub with the tip. "We'll have to have them pierced. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Tara?"
I nodded, eagerly. The desire to please him was overwhelming. Sure, I had considered piercing my nipples before, but in general, I shy away from body modification of any sort. I had my ears pierced, and I have a tiny tattoo on my wrist that says "BREATHE"--basic bitch tattoo, I know--but that's about it.
Still, if it would please him--I was all for it.
And suddenly, he swatted my breast. His accuracy was impeccable. He struck my nipple perfect and I shrieked, arching my back as if to get away from the blow. But there was no where to go.
And again. Again. Again. I yelped with each blow, my right nipple growing swollen from the abuse.
"What are you crying about, slut?" Boss growled, grabbed my breast hard, digging his fingers roughly into my flesh. "You're my toy. Toys don't cry."
As if to spite him, a single tear rolled down my cheek at that very moment. This seemed to delight him, based on the smile that grew on his face.
I hung my head as he turned to the other nipple, whipping it--swat, swat, swat. I gasped and yelped with each blow, trying my best to keep from crying, but my cheeks were burning with shame and arousal.
"And what's this, down here?" he growled, finally reaching down to touch my burning pussy. I gasped, shuddering for him as he touched me. He stroked my lips gently, running a finger up and down my slit all too slowly, making me shiver as he got close to my clit.
And when he did, he plucked it between him fingers and squeezed. I squealed, thrashing beneath his hands, trying to close my legs, but totally unable to do so.
"We'll pierce this, too..." he growled, grabbing me by the chin and forcing my head up, forcing me to look at him. "You'll like that quite a bit--having your most precious parts claimed and destroyed by steel..."
Those words sent me to pieces as he dragged his lips across my cheek, down my neck, biting and suckling on my tender flesh. I trembled for him as he drew back, suddenly, and ran the tip of the crop over my inner thighs. I dreaded and anticipated what was coming next.
"Please, Sir..." I tied to say, but the gag prevented me from saying much of anything--the best I could do was moan incomprehensibly, which seemed to please him nonetheless.
"What's wrong, slut?" he asked, the tip of the crop finding its way to my soft, wet lips. "What ever could have you in such a state?"
He began to tap my wetness, just bouncing the tip of the crop on my wet core. I knew that at any second, at any moment, he could strike me--and I began to shudder and moan in anticipation, knowing all to well that my real punishment was coming.
I squealed as he finally delivered a single, strong, accurate and directed blow to my trembling pussy.
"Oh, god!" I squealed, shaking and shuddering in my restraints. I saw him smile and I wanted to slap that smile off his face. You'd be screaming too if it were your pussy being whipped.
And then the strikes began in earnest, lashing out, stinging my soft little snatch like a venomous snake, hungry to catch it
s prey. I writhed and twisted, but there was nothing I could do to stop the blows. I had never felt so helpless in my life. And I had never loved it so much. I felt ashamed for how much I was really enjoying having my pussy whipped, but I couldn't help it: the stinging blows on my nether regions just made me wetter and wetter, and there was nothing I could do about it.
"I want that nice little cunt to be raw and swollen, Tara..." he growled as he slapped my wetness. "You can cry if it hurts, slut."
But tears were already rolling down my cheeks. He certainly saw them.
Finally, he tossed aside the torture tool and closed in on me, running his hand over my wet, swollen lips.
"Mm, this is a fucking work of art, right here, do you know that?" he whispered softly. I could feel already how swollen I was and I shuddered as he touched me, as his fingers slid over me. "Your body is exquisite and I've just enslaved it..."
I nodded eagerly. He seemed to have interpreted this as me wanting to say something, and so he removed the ball gag. I gasped, spit dripping from my mouth as he took it away.
"What do you want to say, Tara, doll?" he asked, throttling my clit between two fingers as I shuddered and moaned.
"I'm all yours, Sir," I gasped. "Please, Sir, do whatever you want to me."
He grinned cruelly.
"I was hoping you felt that way."
He undid the manacles and I immediately began massaging my wrists--they were painfully sore, I realized, and I had even lost feeling in them where they had been hanging from the tops of the planks. But this was only a temporary reprieve.
He turned me around, so that I was facing away from him--so that I was facing the wall behind the rack, with my ass to his. He manacled me once more, and I realized that my pussy was actually right as the intersection of the two planks--they did not form a perfectly symmetrical X, but rather a lopsided one. And as he pressed my hips against the rough wood of the contraption, I understood why. My swollen lips rubbed agonizingly against the rough wood and I leaned back to moan.
"That's my good girl," Boss whispered in my ear. "You've never done anything like this before, have you? No one's ever pushed your limits?"
Well, someone had, but I wasn't about to reveal to him my foray into porn.
"All those guys you fucked in high school--they didn't care about testing you, about exploring you. All they cared about was getting their rocks off inside of you, or on your face or your tits... That's all you are to most men, you know that, Tara?"
When I didn't answer, he repeated the question, a little bit louder:
"Do you know what you are to most men, Tara?"
"What, Sir?"
"A surface for them to cum on. A vessel for them to cum in. Or, more accurately, to fantasize about cumming on or in. I know you don't take just anyone. But not me, Tara. I'm going to purify you. I'm going to know every single little aspect of your body. I'm going to know everything I can do to drive you crazy."
I realized I was crying again, and I wasn't sure why. I wished he would hold me, kiss me, tell me he loved me. But instead, I felt something pressing against my pussy. With a click, it turned on--and began to vibrate angrily.
"Oh, god!" I screamed.
"That's right," he growled. And then, another strange noise--a ripping sound? And then something sticky applied to my hips. Duct tape. He had duct taped a vibrator to me, wedging it between the rack and my pussy. And turned it on full blast.
"I'm going to go get something, Tara. And make a few phone calls. You'll be fine here by yourself for a while, won't you?"
"Oh, god, please don't leave me..." I sobbed. "I'll go insane. It's too much."
"You can take it, darling," he whispered, spanking my ass once as I trembled. I craned my neck back to watch him stride out the door and then, finally, I was left alone in this dungeon, chained to a medieval torture device, with a relentless vibrator buzzing against my most sensitive parts.
I found myself trembling and screaming and thrashing against my restraints, trying desperately to close my legs but to no avail. I gasped and shook and those movements just dragged the vibrator along my wetness, almost imperceptible changes that still served to fill me with excitement and dread.
My first orgasm hit hard, and no one was around to hear it. I shook and screamed, sobbed pathetically--I had never had an orgasm that did this to me, that actually hurt as much as it pleasured--and I loved it.
Afterwards, I was, of course, unable to get the vibrator off my pussy, and so it continued, my body all the more sensitive to its agonizing vibrations. My next orgasm came faster, but it hurt even worse, my body was so sensitive!
Finally, after this, it was a blur of agonizing pleasure--pleasure followed by pain, followed by pleasure, followed by pain, until I couldn't distinguish between the two anymore. I swore I started to hallucinate at one point, my throat having grown hoarse from screaming, and I imagined all the men from the porno shoot standing around me, stroking their cocks and watching me writhe pathetically. I sobbed, tried to cover myself up, but there was nothing they could do: and they were advancing on me now, with their huge, angry purple and red pricks bouncing in front of them, ready to penetrate me, ready to fuck me senseless now that I had already been rendered imbecilic by the machine between my legs...
I don't know how long it was, but finally, I was vaguely aware of the door to the dungeon opening. Light poured in, only to be strangled out once more as it shut again.
I had lost count of how many orgasms I had had, and I barely had the strength to crane my neck back and see my Boss. He was naked, except for the mask--a terrifying WWI gas mask now. And his cock was massive, hard, and shiny. Greased with something, maybe? He also had a small tube that he popped open as he approached me.
I had no idea what was going to happen, and I moaned something incomprehensible to him. Finally, he reached around me, and switched off the vibrator. Still, my body felt like it was still vibrating--the vibrations were slow to stop.
I screamed as he tore off the duct tape. That would leave marks, I thought hazily as he discarded the tape and the vibrator--I saw now it was one of those big, fancy Hitachi models that they sell supposedly as back massagers--and spread my ass cheeks wide. I felt something against my asshole--something slippery and wet. A finger disappeared into my ass, and then another. I clenched involuntarily around his fingers.
"You're a virgin back here, aren't you?" he asked, his voice otherworldly and mechanical because of the mask.
I nodded. I had the feeling I wasn't going to be for much longer. He spread more of the lube on his fingers and worked it into me, finger fucking me deep. I grunted like an animal in heat, my body still having trouble processing sensations--impossibly, his fingers felt like tiny vibrators dug into my ass. They slid in deep and then performed acrobatic movements inside of my flesh, as if stretching me out...
And then, finally, he must have decided I was ready.
"Try and relax, Tara."
"Easy for you to say," I murmured. "You're not the one about to get a cock in your ass."
And then I added after a second: "Sir."
He laughed and I felt his hard prick pressing against my soft, greased little hole. I squeezed my eyes shut as he leaned into me, the head suddenly popping inside of my ass as he whispered in my ear.
"You're going to pay for that comment. I just want you to know that. Not now, but later."
"Yes, Sir," I groaned as his powerful hips thrust into me, his massive length invading my tightness. I grunted harder and louder as he worked his cock into me, as it plumbed into my depths. It didn't hurt, per se--mostly it was an uncomfortable tightness and tension, as if I might break apart at second. With each thrust, he pressed deeper and deeper, until finally, he was buried in me up to the hilt. I arched my back, clenching my ass around his cock and feeling him--feeling how tight my body was, wrapped around his, in a place nature hadn't intended for his to go.
"You're so nice and tight, Tara," the mechanical voice whispered in m
y ear. "I'm so glad you saved your anal virginity for me. I'm going to fuck you now."
"Please," I gasped. I was starting to enjoy this now--the pleasant, slight chafing of his cock deep inside of me, hurting just enough for me to feel it, to appreciate it, as he dug his tool deeper and deeper into me, pulling out and then slamming into me hard, forcing me against the wooden rack and making my swollen pussy scream. "Please, fuck me harder... Boss..."
He worked a hand around to my mouth, forcing his fingers between my lips. I sucked them eagerly, hungrily even, nibbling at his flesh as he gagged me, and as I yelped, his cock now pounding me in a place where I never thought I would ever get fucked.
I had never taken it in the ass before this, even though there were plenty of boys who wanted to fuck my ass. But that's that same for most girls, isn't it? You're hooking up with a guy and suddenly he "slips" and his cock it right there, at your ass, trying to force its way in, and he hasn't even done anything to get you ready for it...
But Boss was different. He didn't play like that. I knew that he wanted to fuck me in the ass and he knew that I knew and I knew that he knew that... Well, you get the picture. There were no games between us--he would just take whatever he wanted and that was that. But he would get me ready for it. He would make sure I could give him what he wanted.
I groaned as I felt his cock pull all the way out of my ass. He spread me wide from behind, admiring my gaped hole before slamming his cock hard back into me. I squealed like a stuck pig, whimpering pathetically, whimpering like the slave I was--like the slave I had transformed into...
"Please, sir, harder..." I groaned. "Please... Fuck me harder... Harder..."
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