I look at him, my eyes big, trying to imagine what he could possibly want from me and what I could possibly give, tied up helpless, dirty and miserable as I am now?
I know that Benjamin is a true sadist just like Doctor Branigan, but unlike my master, he has no love for me. I see a dark and ominous twinkle in his eyes that sends shivers down my spine. Benjamin smiles.
"I know exactly what I want from you in return for keeping your owner happy. Your eyesight.”
“I don't understand. My eyesight? Surely you don't mean…”
He waves his hand dismissively. “No, not permanently of course, silly girl. I'm not going to damage you,” he says as if that is the most obvious thing in the universe. “But you will allow me to insert a pair of special contact lenses into those beautiful blue eyes of yours. The lenses are a solid black. No light is capable of traversing them. For as long as you keep them on, I will make sure that you stay in milk for your master. Otherwise — too bad.”
He looks at me questioningly and I nod. How bad could it be? After all it is not like I'm giving up my eyesight forever.
Benjamin leaves and almost immediately returns with a little black box that he places on the floor by my feet. I feel him fumble in it and then stand inching close up to me. I feel his breath — minty and cold against my sweat-covered forehead.
"Okay here it comes…Head back! Face up, sweetheart, and keep those beautiful blue eyes of yours wide open.” With quick, fluid movements indicating that this evil man must have done it many times before, Benjamin slips two little black disks that suddenly come over my irises to eclipse my vision entirely engulfing my world in eerie blackness.
I hear him chuckle.
“I have tested them on myself before. I have to say I found them very unnerving and couldn't keep them in for more than ten minutes. I hated the way that unlike shades or even a blindfold, these make you feel blind for real. No matter where you look, no matter how you twist your head, it just tricks your body into assuming that all of a sudden, you have lost your sight completely.”
He laughs in that shallow manner that I am learning means that he is pleased with the deviousness of a scheme.
Unfortunately Benjamin is perfectly correct in what he just said. Tears instinctively come to my eyes as if my body is attempting to dislodge the black obstructions on its own. The black contacts fit so perfectly that not even the slightest hint of light is able to sneak past their border where they lie across my irises.
My body convulses in an instinctive panic at the sudden unwelcome change but then I feel all my other senses kick into overdrive. I hear the shuffling sound of Benjamin's shoes across the cold concrete floor wet with my pee. I feel his breath where it washes over my sweat-covered chest, and most of all, I sense the scent of his skin — musky and dangerous where he stands ominously close in front of me.
Then, I hear shuffling behind me!
Milked
I twist my head around helplessly trying to peer over my shoulder but all I can sense is someone’s presence there, someone other than Benjamin! Then the suction of his lips as they latch onto my nipple, and pull, and my milk gushes forth flitting out of my body. I breathe deeply sensing a feeling of deep relaxation and warmth wash over me as the man suckles voraciously.
My mind flies off all the way to memories of other times when it was the man I love, my master, who was the one ministering to me. He did it in love, not like that monster for a human.
Then a thought comes through my dreamy consciousness. In some odd sense I now belong to them both. I have offered myself to Benjamin just so that I can maintain my standing with my master.
I feel Benjamin slip his hands around to caress me along my sides, my belly, my bottom, my back… I feel him and imagine myself as I probably appear from the side right now. His dark eyes feasting in tandem to his hungry lips while his fingers find their way to stroke me in front. They dip inside me, delving all the way up to my maiden barrier and pull back and I find myself arching into his touch mindlessly grinding against his hand begging for the release he might provide. I feel him round my clit in tight little circles as I vibrate against the chains while his lips having drank all that one breast had to offer him moves to the next.
"Please…" I hear myself moan, certain that I am begging him to stop, to release me, to send me back to my master, to my rightful owner, the one with whom I have a contract of submission.
But my body keeps moving up to meet his touch and deep down that doubt that had first surfaced up from some dark part of my heart, is now surging forth again.
I fear I want him to never stop.
Wetness gathers and then gushes forth from between my legs as his hand starts grinding ever faster as I breathe in small panting breaths.
Pegged
This is when again I feel the other presence at my back. My mind is too far gone, overwhelmed with the millions of sensations assaulting me, to take conscious control before it is too late. I feel something hard, smooth, thick and insistent make its way in between my cheeks. A new set of hands, anonymous and somehow… delicate spread me wide open there.
“But…who?…what?…oh…my…God. No!” I moan but gyrate into the fingers at my clit nonetheless. Benjamin’s lips on my breasts suckle and bite playfully while the unknown hardness between my cheeks pushes relentlessly. The hands at my back feel somehow smaller, more fragile but relentless nonetheless.
Suddenly I tense when I realize it is Isla. Benjamin’s wife!
I don't trust myself to speak and ask but it has to be. She has come back from that violent ordeal my master put her through last night or was it two nights ago? She is about to take it all out on me now. And this can only mean she is using something big, something artificial, something rubbery at me back there.
As if to confirm my suspicions, I feel a dainty breath, gently wash across my back as soft lips kiss my neck. She nudges my tight rosebud and I fight to relax. Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, she pushes into me and I cry out and she stops. The lips on my chest hungrily swallow up the elixir of my body while Isla waits allowing my ass to adjust before moving in again.
I feel her hands come over where Benjamin's were moments ago arranging my body so that I am now impossibly arched offering myself for her ravishment. Her hips start pumping in and out of me in a rhythm as my breasts gyrate in concert to her thrusts. The sensations from it all clash and wrap around each other coalescing into a maelstrom of nervous electricity that comes to center on my clit where Benjamin's fingers are insistently holding it up without so much as brushing its tip. But the mere pressure of the nearby digits is enough to make my pelvis spasm involuntarily as I slowly surrender to the orgasm that starts buffeting my overwhelmed mind. My eyes are wide open and I look up into the emptiness as I fall and fall into the chasm that my two tormentors have suddenly opened up.
I feel Isla slam into me in long excruciating spasms of her own and then Benjamin's finger, slick with my juices, comes up to my mouth. In a wild frenzy, I suck and lap at what he offers before his hand returns to my thick dark triangle for more, and then to my mouth again. Over and over he feeds me as I moan around his fingers.
My legs quiver and my body becomes jelly as I shake and wait for the release I know is about to come. And then it happens and I scream and buck losing myself to the whirlwind of it all.
My orgasms however do not stop but merely continue timed to the thrusts of the strapon in my ass and the fingers on my clit and the lips on my tits.
“What a sweet girl…” I hear Isla's voice as she continues to plunge back and forth making me shake helplessly on my toes. “Come here, sweetheart, turn your head this way,” she says. I feel her hand come around my neck twisting my face back and sideways arching me almost completely into a semi circle as she does it. Then she kisses me. Her lips are soft as I feel her body take control of mine.
When they are both finally done with me, I have climaxed three more times drenching my legs in my own juices. The darkness continu
es as they retreat from me leaving me hanging helpless, drained and chained in the center of my dungeon.
***
Blindness is a strange thing. The loss of eyesight has caused my entire body to become one big glowing eyeball itself. My hearing, my sense of smell, the tiny hairs along my skin, every stray whiff of air, every hint of scraping sound, every vibration, real or imagined of the floor make my mind run wild conjuring up images of what might be happening around me.
They are back in my dungeon. I hear movement and a long slithering sound like something being dragged across the floor.
Then I scream.
Washed
I scream so loudly that I'm certain I will be hoarse for weeks. Nothing could have prepared me for the sheer terror of the first cold blast of icy water that strikes me in the back. The jet of water is almost painful in its strength against my skin as it slowly inches left and right, and up, and down, my body, blasting away the grime and sweat with meticulous diligence.
Were it not for the chains holding my limbs spread in a human letter X, I am certain I would have been tossed across the room by the force of the water pummeling against my body. Soon the nerve endings are rendered numb and slowly wink out, one by one as my mind, like some crazy statistician, just reads off where the punishing jet of ice-water is now:
Shoulders and neck, back of head, shoulders again, buttocks, feet, shins, thighs, buttocks again, oh my God… The jet seems to pound past whatever meager resistance my clenched gluts can offer finding my sore rosebud effortlessly centering itself there washing me deeply. Then it stops.
“Did you want me to give her an enema, master?” I hear Isla ask. Her voice is distant like on the other side of a vast chasm.
“Do what you wish. Just don't damage her hymen.”
I feel fingers spread my butt wide open and I groan in shame. Something cold and metallic pushes up against my sphincter.
“Don't resist it. Just bear down and take it!” Isla's voice commands me and my body obeys permitting the foreign object up inside me.
“She’s hairy around her anus.”
“Her master likes her that way.”
“Sometimes I really think he’s too old-fashioned.”
“You might have to reduce the pressure. You don't want to hurt her insides.”
“Yes, sir,” she says and I hear the woman fumbling with the tap. And then it starts! That same icy cold jet of water is now pushing up inside me. Suddenly my heart lurches and my insides constrict in protest at the cold tentacles hurtling up into my abdomen. Uncontrollable shivers erupt and squeeze muscles in my body I didn't even know exist.
“God! Please stop!” I scream. But my miserable complains are met with stony silence.
I feel my belly distend and my body bulge. Isla’s hands are incongruously gentle as she caresses the straining skin of my lower tummy, "She looks quite cute like that. Almost like as if she is in her late second semester of pregnancy.” Isla says, gently pressing in against my bulging stomach that makes my toes curl with pain.
“She will grow much bigger than this, believe me,” Benjamin replies. “From what I know of her master, he will probably want twins or triplets. His last submissive could only bear singles. She got pregnant five times! But always — singles. This time he will use shots to ensure multiplets. I am sure of it.” The significance of what they say goes mostly unregistered as my conscious mind fights to retain a semblance of lucidity.
“That is probably enough for now.”
“Yes, master.” The nozzle stops spewing its liquid terror and pulls out. Isla's little dainty hand suddenly presses viciously back on me just below my navel and I scream again surprising myself with the strength of my own voice. My sphincter surrenders and in spite of the deep embarrassment that makes me want to rip my restraints off and run to hide in the deepest hole I can find, I void out everything that has been pushed into me.
The relief is short-lived however as the cold water recommences its traverse across my buttocks and back. After many endless minutes Isla moves in front of me repeating the process of washing me down. No inch of my body is spared.
Kiss of the Strap
"I want her skin a beautiful glowing hue of red," Benjamin says and it takes me a moment to realize what he means. "Use the leather strap and be thorough. Do not miss a spot. Leave her neck and face, but other than that, not an inch should be spared. It will make her that much more cooperative later when I finally start the interrogation."
“Yes, master,” Isla's gentle voice replies. "Come, sweetheart, follow me,” she says as she first releases one wrist and then another from the chains. Next, she releases my ankles. My body feels like a wet noodle. I feel the welcome warmth of Isla’s naked body as she comes up to support me from below. She takes my arm and slings it around her neck helping me amble across the cold cement.
“Stop here and kneel,” she says.
Finally I manage to kneel and Isla gently guides me forward onto an odd-looking wooden device. It looks like an inverted letter V.
“You will feel the support under your belly,” she says. “Lean against it and place your hands on the brass rail in front of your head.”
“Yes ma'am,” I reply all independent thought chastised out of my brain long ago. I position myself across the support. My head almost touches the floor where it hangs down, and my buttocks are prominently displayed.
“Spread your legs wider,” comes the order and I feel chains, cold, loud and heavy being attached to my ankles. A violent tug pulls my feet out from under me and I grunt when the weight of my body suddenly falls unrestricted across my belly. She moves around and repeats the process in front securing my wrists to the ground above my head.
“I will start now, princess. Don't bother counting or thinking about it. Just search out that place in yourself where you can run away until I'm done,” she explains knowingly. “Master wants me to strap your body, head to toe. At the end, it will feel like someone picked you up and dropped you in a vat of boiling oil. You have your safeword. Say Honeysuckle,” her lips caress my cheek as she speaks. “And you will get a free cab ride home. No more pain, no more suffering for your master.”
“Yes, ma'am. Thank you,” I say and I feel her lips gently caress the small of my back.
“Say it! Say honeysuckle!” her voice is like velvet over steel spikes.
Tears start pouring down my face. “No…I…can’t.”
“Too sweet.” She says.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The blows start raining down with such lightning speed that they catch me by complete surprise. It is not until three sharp gunshot-like explosions caused by the leather striking the skin of my back have already echoed from the wet walls of the dingy cell that I finally become aware of the pain. I scream bloody murder. I can’t hold it back. My voice erupts like as if the scream had a force all its own. Nobody chastises me for screaming. Screaming is apparently expected. The way I am bent on the floor I can see Isla's toes curl for purchase as the woman swings the leather strap. I lose track of how many times the strap falls across my back before moving to the side, down my buttocks, across the side of my left thigh, then my right thigh, my inner thigh. Even my ankles are not spared.
Then Isla comes back again swinging the leather mercilessly against my outstretched arms, hands and fingers, covering every inch of my body except my neck in angry bands of red. I start feeling lightheaded and on the verge of hyperventilating when I become aware of a trickle of wetness down my inner thigh. I am well passed feeling humiliated and merely note that my bladder has surrendered yet again and relinquished its contents down the inverted pyramid upon which I am trapped. The pain blossoming all along my body reminds me of that one time when I had by mistake touched the hotplate of the kitchen stove when I was little. The pain is the same but much stronger. It covers my body end to agonizing end.
Soon my screams die down and I find my mind tumble into a sort of suspended animation. I can still register that my body
is in agony but my brain has taken a step back as if watching me go through the ordeal from a side corner in the room. The blows rain down causing the pain to coalesce into one unending agony.
Honeysuckle.
The word blossoms up in front of my mind's eye like a red neon sign and I start biting my tongue lest I allow it to escape and whisper it out loud.
Then she stops and for a moment I feel the ecstasy of no pain. Her small hands quickly and deftly undo the straps on my wrists and the cuffs on my ankles.
“Stand up,” she says but my body refuses to obey. Even my mouth only manages to mumble a response.
“She is so out of it,” Isla says. She reaches down and with surprising strength for her small frame holds me up by the waist lifting me effortlessly off the pyramid.
“Has she had anything to eat recently?” She asks and I hear Benjamin scoff.
“What do you think? I didn't want to run the risk of her puking all over herself and then choking on it. Plus, it would do her some good to go on a diet for a little bit. I am giving her an appetite suppressor in her water. I plan on starving her for a couple of days.”
I try to protest again but no coherent words manage to escape my lips. I'm half-carried, half-dragged to where Benjamin is sitting. Isla turns me around making me lean against her chest. Our nipples touch as our skin presses against each other. I feel Benjamin's cold hands gently slide up and down my extremely sensitized back.
“You missed a spot.” He points to a place behind my knee. And then another on the crease of my buttocks. “Here, I'll take care of it now,” he says and before I even have a chance to steel my nerves, a whooshing sound is followed by a sharp crack and the skin behind my knee explodes in violent pain. I don't bother screaming but merely hold on to Isla's shoulders hugging her tightly as I cry against her neck.
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