MENAGE - Bound,gagged,stuffed DOMINATED (1st time Gang,MFM, MFMM, MFMMM ,DP,TP,White Female Shared Hard,Fast without Protection)-Volume 2 -10 Short Story Book Boxed Set Anthology

by Nicola Diaz

  I wish that he would turn the device though, just a little, just to provide my joints with relief. He has no intention of doing this though, and he squeezes my clit for a moment longer, enjoying the sound of my screaming apparently. Then he moves away from me for a moment, and I try to listen for the sounds of what he is about to do next. The whip cracks on the floor, hard, and he whispers something under his breath. I find myself trying to decipher what he has just said, but I am unable too, the sound of the whip sounding louder and louder in my ears.

  He comes up to the apparatus again, and turns the lever, so that I am turned again back to standing. He runs the back of the whip over me, over my breasts and then on my clit. Then he uses it to push hard on my clit, and I think that it is going to slip into my cunt at any moment. It doesn’t though, just pressing hard on my clit which is getting remarkably engorged remarkably quickly. I cannot see it though, but I can definitely feel it blooming under the pressure of the whip’s handle.

  Kane is really popular when it comes to being a Dom, and I start to see why, very quickly. He already has me anxious, and nervous, and excited, and aroused all at once. There are certain tricks that we as Dom’s pull out of our bags, each one of use with our own variety of these. But I really have no frame of reference for what is about to happen to me, and I just enjoy the feeling of the back of the whip on my clit, knowing that this pleasure will not last long.

  It doesn’t though, not at all. My cunt-lips are parted with the back of the whip, and the handle starts to make its way into my cunt. This is so unexpected, so intrusive, that it catches me completely by surprise. I don’t know what to do with myself, letting out a series of rapid sighs, trying to catch my breath, trying to brace myself against this hard handle that is really working its way into me now. When it hits the back of my cunt he rips it out as quickly, and leaves me hanging, wondering what the fuck just happened here.

  He moves away from me again, but only for a moment. When he returns there are two bites into my nipples. I realize what it is, and I am suddenly filled with anxiety again. Two metal clamps are placed on my nipples, and the cold steel pinches down hard. The clamps really bite into my nipples, and I am sure that they are going to snap the ends of my tits completely off. They don’t though, just sending shard after shard of cold into my entire breasts. The wind howling outside adds to the feeling of danger, increasing the threat that I now feel from this man I had never met until now, our paths never crossing in business.

  The handle of the whip enters me again, and I squirm. Then he pushes it so deep into me that I cannot help but scream. I breathe deep though, rather quickly, trying to muffle my own screams, hating the fact that he has me in such a frenzy. But I cannot help it, screaming again as he plunges the handle deeper still inside me. I wish that I could reach for his cock, and give it a good pull. I really want to inflict pain on him, really want to reverse the roles. There is no way for me to do this though.

  Kane twists the handle inside me now, and pushes it still deeper, really pummeling my pussy into submission. My cunt gives way too, easily now, and it surrenders completely to the tool that is being forced into it. There is nowhere for me to go either, nowhere for me to run. I just have to endure this handle, hard as it is. And it really is fucking hard. Another twist of the tool, and another one still, and then he pulls is out of my pussy so fast that I can hear my cunt gasp.

  Then he sends two fingers into me, and scrapes the sides of my pussy. He isn’t fingering me, not by a longshot, because this would be too pleasurable. He is just scraping the sides of my cunt, bringing the juices that are forming inside it to the outside of me. I hate this, wanting to get him out of me. Kane just goes deeper though with his fingers, and then he adds two more, scraping my cunt with four fingers now.

  He pulls his hand from me, and gives my clit a massive squeeze. He pinches it hard, and then he pulls on it, stretching it away from my cunt as though he wants to snap it off. He seems to come really close too, really very close. Then he lets it go and starts pulling on my cunt lips. He pulls down hard on the pieces of flesh, and adds a clamp to both of my lips. When he lets them go, lets them snap back into place, they are clamped so hard that it hurts like a motherfucker.

  Chapter 3

  When he removes the clamps from my cunt lips and my nipples I am surprised. They have really not been there for too long, and even though they really hurt the shit out of me, they are now gone and the pain is forgotten. Then he turns the lever on the contraption and I am again face down. The whip cracks on the floor for a moment and then makes contact with my back hard. He brings it down on my back repeatedly, and I cannot handle it almost. I have whipped so many men before that I cannot believe how little tolerance I actually have for this treatment.

  Kane seems to know this. He seems to read me very well, executing on me all the things that he instinctively knows I will absolutely hate. Again the whip comes down on my back, and then he drags it across to my ass. He just taps my ass lightly though, not whipping it, just letting the whip fall on it gently. On my back though it is a totally different story, and I start to think that I might not be able to wear an open top for a while now. The welts on my back start to ache.

  He starts to whip my ass harder though, and my entire butt starts to burn. The whip wraps around my ass, and ends with each stroke wrapped around my thigh, licking my cunt almost. Over and over again the whip comes down on my ass, and I start to miss the clamps, thinking that at least with them I knew what to expect. But he seems to be enjoying the whipping now, and I cannot help myself from screaming again. I really hate the sounds that are escaping me, making me sound more and more like a weak woman, and not the powerful dominatrix that I know I am.

  I try to distract myself from the strands coming down on my ass, but this is really not possible. I listen to the wind blowing outside, really howling now, and I can almost imagine what it must look like outside now. The elements seem to have come together for this occasion, because I think I hear rain too. There is nothing that sends chills down your spine like the sounds that are now playing havoc with my senses. And every sense, except for my sight, is incredibly enhanced now.

  I taste the inside of my mouth, really taste it. My mouth is dry even though it is dripping with saliva. I find this very strange, very, very strange, but I cannot think of this too long. Kane brings the whip around to my mouth now, and he puts the handle that was just in my cunt in my mouth, feeding me the taste of my own pussy. I hate it, but still it turns me on incredibly. Again the confusion is overwhelming, and even when he pushes the handle too deep in my mouth I am too overwhelmed to even choke.

  The sounds around me are augmented too, and I hear everything. I hear every step that he takes, even though he is just shuffling from foot to foot now. The trees hitting against the outside of the cottage too give away that it is definitely made of wood. The roof must be corrugated iron, given the sounds of the branches against it, and the rain. It is really coming down hard now. The rain is sporadic though, stopping and starting at irregular intervals. When it comes down it comes down hard, and when it is not, the silence is very conspicuous.

  The sense that really gets me though is my sense of smell. It is so heightened that I can smell the earth outside. I smell the room clearly, making out everything, from the burning candles to the smell of my cunt on the whip’s handle. I can smell my own cunt as though I had my nose stuffed into it, really smelling it deeply. Of all the scents in the room though is the smell of Kane. It is many, it is clean and dirty at the same time. I smell cigarettes, Camels I think, and the slightest hint of whisky. I can smell his balls too, his cock. Even through the leather, which I can smell distinctly, I can smell the man.

  All these heightened senses work together now, creating the most amazing tapestry so that my eyes are really not necessary. I stop trying to see through the blindfold now, and this relaxes me almost. It doesn’t relax me to the extent that I am totally comfortable though, and this bothers me. I am still
filled with anxiety, and fear. I hate the fear more than anything else. He is not concerned at all about how I am feeling though, and this is obvious by the way he is twisting my clit again.

  He reaches for my tits again, and he pinches my nipples between his fingers. I start to think of the clamps again, thinking that they were really better, more predictable than his fingers. He moves from breast to breast, and then again he finds my cunt with his fingers, pulling on every part of it, the clit, the lips, and then the clit again. I shake under his touch, I imagine though that I am shaking because of the cold breeze that is coming in from all sides of the room.

  Kane creeps into my cunt with his fingers again, and then he finds my ass with a finger from the other hand. It is aggressive the way he fingers my asshole, the fingers in my pussy the more gentle. Then the fingers in my pussy seem to get the message from the finger in my asshole, and these too start to move around aggressively in my now-tender punani. Rough is the word that comes to mind, the word that best describes the movement inside my ass and cunt.

  He leaves me alone for the briefest moment, moving the lever on the suspension device so that I am again face up, sort off. I am at a sharp diagonal and this new position gives him clear and unrestricted access to my cunt. It is not my cunt that he wants though, and he goes around me to my rear, parting my ass cheeks with his thick fingers. I know now why he is so reputed in the dom/sub fraternity. He really is every bit as aggressive as a Viking.

  Kane really digs into me now, with no intention or inclination to make me cum. I almost wish that he would though, because then I would be able to control myself, to let him know that he were not satisfying me. This would be an insult to him, I hope, but I know somehow that it wouldn’t be. He doesn’t care really, not about my pleasure anyway. He is just determined to inflict as much pain on my as possible. And he succeeds, over and over again. He really pulls on the walls of my cunt now, really pulls on the inside of my ass so much that I feel like he is turning me inside out.

  The tips of his fingers in my pussy start to feel more than a little abrasive. He digs deeper and deeper into me, and pulls harder and harder on me. I imagine that he is squatting, because he is so tall. I imagine that he is watching me face, trying to see every expression on my face, every grimace, every frown. I suspect that this is what gets him off, what drives him over his own edge. There is nothing that I can do to control these expressions on my face either, and nothing that I can do to move my face out of view, because I don’t know how far I am in the contraption, or in what position.

  Then he is parting my ass again, with his thick rough fingers, letting me know that he is still behind me now. With the work that he just did on my cunt I wasn’t sure, not really. But then he is spitting directly on my asshole, and digging into it with his fingers. He moves two and then three fingers into my asshole, and then he literally starts to dig the imaginary contents of my asshole out. I pant again, and then I let out a spine-chilling scream. He has just gone into my asshole with four fingers.

  The back of the whip grazes across my cunt briefly, and then it is stuffed into my asshole with such aggression that I have to catch my breath. I writhe in the contraption and move violently in this direction and then that. I need to break free from this trap, get my hands on his cock and manipulate the shit out of it. There is no way for this to happen now because the restraints around my wrists and ankles are tighter, seeming to increase their grip the more I resist. Eventually I stop moving, and he starts to fuck my ass with the back of the whip.

  He comes up to standing and spits into my face. He drops huge blobs of spit directly onto my closed mouth. He reaches over with his free hand and opens my mouth, dropping more spit directly into it. Kane really digs deep for this spit too, and drops it so deep into my mouth that I have no choice but to swallow it. I know that he is well and truly the dominant in this situation, well and truly my owner, my punisher elect. I swallow more of his spit, and when he starts to lick up the sides of my face I really don’t know how I feel about this.

  Kane’s tongue is thick and really cool, and when he shoves it in my mouth it tastes like the Camel and whisky I smelled earlier. I hate it though, and I really want him to kiss me properly. Then I remember that this is not a date, not about romance, and not about anything other than stretching my limits, and exploring my secret desire. There is nothing secret about romance, so I dismiss this thought quickly. He shoves his tongue down my throat a little more, a little deeper, and then he pulls it from me. He spits in my mouth a few more times again, and then he sends his tongue into my ear, making it feel hot and cold all at the same time. When he eventually moves his tongue off me I cool rapidly in the breeze, and the spit dries on my face really quickly.

  He returns his focus to my ass and fucks me a little longer. When he is done annihilating my asshole with the back of the whip he pulls it from me, and he leaves me alone completely for a while. I am really left thinking about everything that has happened so far now to me, and I cannot decide how I feel about it. I know that I sought out Kane’s services myself, and I know that I put myself here, but now I want to be away from here. There is a curiosity that stirs deep inside me though, a curiosity about what else he can do to me, that has me stay quiet, and not ask him to stop.

  He goes to the table I think, I hear it move as he bumps into it. He digs around in his bag and then returns to me. I don’t know what he has planned because he doesn’t touch me, not yet. I wonder what is going to happen to me next, and this wondering seems to last a little too long. I start to feel a little neglected, and I hate this feeling even more than I hated his tongue inside my ear and on my face.

  Chapter 4

  The gag fits so snuggly in my mouth that you would think it were designed for the space. He tightens it though, and the level of comfort shifts a little, so that it feels a little bit intrusive. I try to move my tongue against it, but it is hard. Now I couldn’t say the safe word even if I tried. Now, I am completely and utterly at Kane’s mercy. There is no way out of this, not until he is completely done with me.

  I want to get free from this, to torture Kane. That would be great, it would be interesting. I can imagine his cock, his large balls at my mercy. I imagine squeezing them between my fingers, and then clamping them, sending the same burning into his nuts that he has been sending into my clit, into my cunt in fact. I would twist them between my fingers, and pull on them hard. I would rip them from his crotch if my current position allowed me to. But this is so near impossible that it actually is.

  I imagine also his cock, and think of all the torture that I would inflict on his tool. There are many ways to make a man feel pain, especially around his penis. All my previous clients have loved it, relished it. They have really enjoyed it, and I have enjoyed meting out this punishment. I can’t help but think that Kane would enjoy this too, and that he would be up to the highest levels of punishment. I think that he would probably mock my methods of torture, but I also know that there are ways that I have, little tricks up my sleeve that will make even the mighty Kane squirm.

  He is the one making me squirm right now though, and I am really in the most vulnerable of positions. Kane tightens the gag a little more, and then he leaves it. He goes back between my legs and sends a finger deep into my cunt. He adds another finger, and then pulls hard against the walls of my cunt. I hear him breathe in the scent of his fingers, it must be. I hear him sucking loudly on the fingers too, just before he sends them right back into me.

  Kane fingers me harder, and then a little harder. The pleasure of this fingering is short lived, and then an intense pain replaces it. I cannot take it, writhing against this intrusion, but unable to go anywhere. He pulls me by my waist into his fingers, sending them deeper into me, more painfully. Then he drags them against the walls of my cunt again and is suddenly outside of me. He enters me quickly again with three, maybe four fingers, and again he drags on my cunt, seeming to want to pull it out from inside me.

  My pussy is
on fire now, and it feels like the flames lick all the way up inside me. Even when his fingers are out of me it feels like they are still being forced inside of my now tender pussy. My cunt is beating, profusely, and there is a certain measure of pleasure that comes along with this beating. But it is also associated too closely with pain, and this pain overrides the pleasure constantly. My pussy aches deep into my belly, so much so that I don’t even feel the clamps that are suddenly attached to my clit. Then the burn filtering into my cunt from where the clamps are fastened to me makes its presence very much felt.

  He turns me over, so that I am facing up now. I know this because the spit that is managing to escape my mouth drips down the side of my chin now. I can do nothing to make myself look more presentable, nothing I can do to pull myself together. So I let myself go, completely, and let Kane fasten clamps to my nipples too. Actually, to say that I let him do anything to me right now is a gross misstatement. I really have no choice, no say in the matter.

  My nipples are on fire too now, as is my clit. The flames seem to consume my breasts now, and really heat them up. Hot is an understatement when it comes to this feeling, and I really feel like I am about to burst into flames. I remember reading about spontaneous combustion somewhere, and I remember that there was little evidence to back up the claims of people who supposedly burst into flames. With so little evidence, the risk of me actually going the way of a human torch seems more and more likely now. I can only hope that Kane has made provision for this little eventuality.