by Tessa Valmur
Sturmberger had then taken a pair of long handled tweezers and trapped the girl’s clitoris between their jaws. Becky had tossed her head from side to side, gasping and crying as her clitoris had been pulled and teased at the same time as her labia were distended by the dangling weights. All too soon the girl was so aroused that Miles could see she was on the edge of having an orgasm. Sturmberger, delighted by her condition had discarded the tweezers and now simply flicked his fingertip repeatedly against the girl’s swollen sex, triggering her orgasm. Without giving her pause to even recover her breath he had then produced a small jar of ointment and applied a little with his finger to the exposed soft pinkness of the girls inner labia. A few seconds later and Becky was gasping then crying out as another orgasm rocked her tethered body.
Sturmberger had given Miles a jar of the ointment as a present and now as Becky lay tied spread-eagle across his bed and blindfolded he had decided it was time to give her a taste of some once again. Quite what was in the ointment he had no idea, the writing on the little jar was all in Chinese but Sturmberger had cautioned him that only a little was needed. Becky had told Miles that after he had left his friend’s house, the merciless Sturmbeger had returned to the basement and had not released her from the gynaecologist’s chair but had proceeded to torture her some more, using an electric rod to shock her repeatedly. Becky had given Miles a graphic account of what she had been subjected to, describing how it had felt for her as the German had shocked her already aching pussy and then her anus and then once more her poor pussy. She told Miles how he had forced her to endure one agonising orgasm after another and how he had kept her gagged and taped her nostrils so that she was so breathless that each time she climaxed she practically fainted.
The effect of Becky’s wide-eyed story telling had given Miles a bone hard erection and glancing down at the bulge in his trousers, Becky had apologised if she had over excited him and without Miles needing to suggest what she should do to rectify the situation, she promptly gave him an enthusiastic blow-job and a couple of minutes later Miles was able to enjoy the delicious sensation which accompanied having his cock erupt into the mouth of a girl who was happy to suck him dry and leave his cock throbbing deliciously with the pleasurable ache that followed an intense orgasm.
Miles had been struck by the way Becky had recounted what she’d been subjected to and he could tell that she had, deep down, enjoyed the experience that Sturmberger had treated her to, secretly revelling in the skilfully administered judicious blend of pain and pleasure. Miles had decided therefore that he would be doing Becky a favour if he spiced up her days of living with him with some decent, hard sessions of sexual submission and torture.
Now Becky lay invitingly helpless, her limbs effectively restrained by the leather cuffs that held her bound to the corners of the bed. Her eyes were covered not by the delicate sort of softly padded black eye-cover that one would buy in airport kiosks for long-haul journeys, but by a broad black PVC blindfold that Miles had bought specifically for such occasions. The blindfold covered Becky’s eyes and upper face and had a hole for the nose to protrude since it went well down the recipient’s cheeks. At the back of the head the PVC tapered to two broad ends that each ended in long elastic straps. One end of the PVC had a hole in it and the strap from the other side was drawn through this and the two elastic straps were then pulled back around the recipient’s head to be fastened with Velcro over the padding that already covered the wearer’s eyes. Becky was now in a world of utter and impenetrable blackness.
Miles opened the small jar of ointment and placed it on the bedside table. He then recovered from a drawer in his wardrobe an inflatable butt plug and a small box containing some nipple clamps, chains, weights and some other items he knew he would want. He did not intend these for Becky’s pert tits however but rather for somewhere even more sensitive.
‘What are you doing?’ Becky asked, turning her head to follow the noises Miles made as he moved around the room.
‘You’ll find out soon enough.’
Miles glanced down at her and smiled. Obligingly Becky was squirming, making a show of how helpless she was thanks to the leather cuffs that bound her wrists and ankles. She was breathing quite quickly now, her taut stomach rising and falling, her breasts under the pretty little bra heaving as she pulled experimentally with her arms against the restraining cuffs and ties.
Sitting on the edge of the bed Miles stroked his hand up the inside of her bare thigh and Becky’s slender legs slithered a little over the crisp cotton sheet. He traced the edge of her lacy briefs with one finger and watched her lips part fractionally, her head tilting back a little as she emitted a faint sigh of pleasure. He eased the fingers of one hand under the waistband of her briefs at its narrowest point, her hip, then with a pair of large scissors he calmly cut the material. Repeating the process on her other leg he flicked the gossamer fabric aside, revealing her sex. The loudest sound in the room now was Becky’s breathing. Miles left the bedroom and went into the bathroom, returning a moment later with his razor, a canister of shaving gel and a damp flannel. Applying the gel to the thatch of soft, gently curling hair that was between Becky’s legs, he calmly set about shaving her. Becky remained silent and still, sensing that this was not the time to be complaining or struggling. Once Miles had shaved off all her pubic hair he wiped over the now bare skin with the flannel, returned his shaving kit to the bathroom and returned with a bottle of moisturising oil. Dribbling some of this between her legs, he leisurely rubbed it into the freshly exposed skin. Becky now started to wriggle a little and sighed appreciatively. Miles put aside the bottle of oil and regarded her exposed sex lips. Now the fun could start, he mused.
Stroking his victim for a few minutes around her sex, he grinned as Becky sighed, her head tossing from side to side and her back arching a little.
‘Is that nice?’
‘Mmmm...’
‘How does this feel?’
‘Uhh...mmm...’
Miles caught her exposed outer labia between his fingers and thumb and he gently pulled the soft fold of flesh seeing how far it would extend. Becky seemed to like this and even seemed to enjoy the sensation of a peg closing over the soft lip of flesh. Miles already had a strip of electrical tape dangling from one of the peg shafts and he smoothed it down against her skin. Copying what Sturmberger had done to the girl in his basement, Miles pegged open Becky’s outer labia, drawing the lips of flesh well back and pinning them not with just two pegs each but with three. Becky was now starting to pant. Eager or nervous, it didn’t matter to Miles, he knew that before long she’d be panting helplessly as he forced her to climax after climax and he had determined only to stop once the girl had been thoroughly exhausted and he had the satisfaction of hearing her begging him to stop.
The nipple clamps were of a design that meant the more pressure that was applied to them the tighter they became to ensure that they did not slip loose. When Miles fastened the first to one of Becky’s delicate little inner labia the girl gave a cry of discomfort and then as she grew accustomed to the sensation she just lay passively, making faint whimpering noises. Miles attached the second to her other little fold of flesh and he pulled experimentally on the chains already attached to the clamps.
‘Uhhh....stop...please...stop...’ Becky gasped, her legs and arms twisting urgently and her head shook from side to side in protest.
Satisfied that the clamps worked nicely, Miles attached weights to both fine chains. He drew out the chains until the weights hung over the end of the bed and he then gradually lowered them until the chains were fully extended. When he then let go completely of the chains Becky gave a choked cry of anguish and Miles stood back and watched her spread-eagled legs slithering urgently across the bed as she was forced to endure the sensation of her delicate inner labia being painfully stretched by the dangling weights.
‘Stop it... please... enough...’
Becky gasped, tossing her blindfolded head from side to side, her arms twisting and pulling urgently but helplessly against the wristcuffs and cords that held her pinned down.
After maybe five minutes Becky gave up struggling, resigned to the continuing, agonising pain, she lay whimpering and Miles stood watching her, his cock achingly hard now and pressing against his pants.
‘How are you feeling, Becky?’ he asked, smiling as she lay panting hard and biting down hard on her lower lip to stifle the need to cry out.
‘Maybe I can find another way of giving you some vigorous stimulation?’
‘No... please... no more...’ Becky gasped.
Miles took the inflatable butt plug and dipped the end into the jar of ointment that Frederick Sturmberger had given him. He then smeared the head of the butt-plug with moisturising oil and without giving Becky any warning of what was about to happen he shoved it into her anus. With the rubber shaft embedded in Becky’s rear and the flared base snug against her rectum, Miles squeezed the pump that was connected to the device by a short length of rubber hose.
‘No! Not fair... stop, please...’
Miles grinned at Becky’s increased struggling and he gave the pump a couple more squeezes to ensure that there was no way that she could expel the now inflated plug by exerting pressure with her anal muscles. He then had only a few moments to wait before the effect of the ointment became evident.
At first Becky’s vociferous objection was amusing but soon her screams for him to let her go became disconcertingly loud and Miles became anxious that the people in the neighbouring flats might just hear the girl’s screams. Quickly snatching a ball gag from a bag in his wardrobe he jammed the rubber sphere into her mouth, effectively muffling her cries and he then fastened the gag’s straps at her nape.
After five or ten minutes Becky’s agony seemed to ease and she stopped crying into the gag and writhing so fiercely. Miles pulled on a pair of fine latex gloves and dipped one fingertip into the jar of ointment. He then drew his finger across the exposed pinkness of the helpless girl’s sex, leaving glistening smears of the sticky mixture on her distended labia. It was only a matter of seconds before Becky was gurgling into the gag and shaking her head vigorously. Miles watched her young body straining to free itself and moments later she was arching her back and panting breathlessly as she was made to climax.
‘Feels good does it?’ asked Miles sarcastically.
Becky gave up struggling for a moment but lay, her chest heaving and her thighs trying futilely to close against each other as if this might ease the evidently potent sensation that the ointment had delivered to her sex.
‘Fancy another orgasm, Becky?’
Becky shook her head urgently but ignoring her Miles once again dipped his fingertip into the jar and smeared some more ointment between the distended lips of her inner labia.
‘You like that don’t you?’ Miles taunted as Becky was swiftly brought to another excruciatingly intense climax. Recalling what the girl had told of him Sturmberger’s treatment of her after he’d left the basement, he remembered the reference Becky made to how Sturmberger had taped her nostrils closed, heightening her sense of breathlessness. Miles looked down at the helpless young girl writhing on his bed, her hips bucking as she was brought to her second climax in the space of five minutes. Whatever was in the ointment, it was ruthlessly effective, he mused.
A moment later and Miles was back at the bedside having gone to his bathroom. He had two small wads of moist cotton wool in his palm and bending over the blindfolded Becky he pushed one up each of her nostrils.
‘Nnhhh...nnhhh...’
Becky thrashed her head from side to side and one of the twists of cotton wool plopped out of her nostril, rolled over her cheek and fell on the bed. Miles could hear her making snorting noises and a second later the other piece of cotton wool was expelled. Miles smiled at the girl’s efforts then he cut a thin strip of electrical tape, forced the cotton wool wads once more up Becky’s nostrils and applied the tape down one side of her nose across her nostrils and back up the other side of her nose. The tape did not by any means completely block her nostrils but it served to make it impossible for Becky to now rid herself of the moist plugs of cotton wool that made breathing through her nose so difficult.
Miles watched her closely and satisfied that she wasn’t going to come to any harm he dipped his finger back in the ointment jar and smeared some over Becky’s clitoris.
The effect was practically instantaneous. Becky, writhing and struggling frantically as she was propelled towards another climax was left desperately gasping. Miles watched her closely all the time and as it turned out he had judged things just right and Becky though starved of air remained conscious as her body was convulsed by another shuddering orgasm. As it subsided Becky weakly shook her head from side to side and Miles could hear her muffled gasping as her lungs heaved for what air they could find.
‘Would you like it if I gave you another orgasm?’ Miles stroked between the girl’s spread legs. Becky urgently shook her head. Miles smiled with satisfaction; so even the sexually ravenous Becky had had enough, he mused.
‘Would you like me to stop?’
Becky nodded. Miles grinned and reaching down he lifted the two dangling weights in his palm, Becky visibly relaxed as he did so and the terrible relentless ache of the weights pulling her labia was eased at last. Miles let the weights slip from his palm and allowed the fine chains to run out through his fingers. As soon as they snapped taut Becky gave a gag muffled cry and her slim, long legs twisted frantically. Miles tapped the weights encouraging them to pendulum and whilst they were still in motion he smeared a little more ointment against Becky’s pegged outer labia.
‘Is that nice? Is that giving you enough pleasure, Becky? I can treat you to some more if you’d like?’
Becky tried to shake her head but she was too exhausted now and too weak. Satisfied that she’d endured enough Miles peeled loose the tape from her nose then withdrew the cotton wool from her nostrils. He was achingly hard and now wanted only to satisfy his own needs. Becky’s sex though pegged invitingly open glistened from the repeated applications of ointment and Miles decided that he wouldn’t risk getting any on his cock just in case...
Without bothering to ungag her, Miles removed the two little clamps from her sex and unfastening the cuffs that bound her ankles and wrists he forced Becky to get onto all fours so that he could take her from behind. She was too exhausted to protest and Miles soon had the pleasure of puncturing her tight little arse with his heavily engorged cock. Becky whimpered through the ball gag but made no effort to resist. Thoroughly aroused from watching and enjoying her torment, it didn’t take Miles many minutes of shafting her rear before his cock erupted inside her.
Easing himself from her body and gazing down at her pert arse, he remembered Tanya and the merciless anal session he had subjected her to with his colleagues in the bathroom at Scawder Lodge up in the Scottish Highlands. As Becky slumped exhausted on his bed, Miles found himself wondering what had happened to the unfortunate Tanya. As if a couple of weeks on Sturmberger’s container ship, captive in the purpose-designed room down in the ship’s lower decks where she’d played sex slave to the crew for the duration of the journey, hadn’t been enough for her to endure, she had ended up being captured by some pirates and was last heard of a prisoner of some brigands in the remotest reaches of the rain forest.
Miles knew that the military and the police of the country that Sturmberger dealt with were corrupt in the extreme and had a penchant for holding prisoner young girls who had the sort of tender young bodies that would guarantee the men sexual satisfaction. If Tanya was “liberated” by them her fate would be just as bad if not worse. Very often, he’d heard, after weeks of being held in prison cells or military barracks and used constantly and cruelly by the men, the poor girls would be sold to one of the f
irms that made hard core porn for the internet which were known to work from the country. Either that of the girl might end up the plaything of one of the rich and also corrupt local governors or bosses of some of big businesses that practically ran the country. Deciding that whatever Tanya’s fate might be it was now out of his hands, Miles went through to his bathroom, leaving the exhausted Becky slumped on his bed. He was just about to switch on the shower when the phone rang and on an impulse he decided not to let the answerphone cut in but that he would take the call.
‘Miles here.’
‘Miles, it’s Frederick.’
‘How are you doing?’
‘Fine, just fine. Listen my friend: I have some news; some good and some bad. I haven’t called at an inopportune time, have I?’
Miles grinned as he remembered what Becky had been up to last time his business associate had rung.
‘No, just finished, go ahead,’ Miles answered looking down at Becky who was now fast asleep, exhausted after her ordeal.
‘Some news from South America: the boxes containing the guns have been recovered but they were empty so even if they find the guns now it will be hard for them to be linked to Sturmberger Shipping.’
‘Good news; now what’s the bad?’ Miles asked.
‘Well, I have lost the guns and not got paid.’
‘Is that it?’
‘Yes, I hope that’s the end of it, I think maybe I’ll not risk indulging in such a venture again.’
‘No news about Tanya Raglan?’ Miles asked, trying not to sound too concerned either way.
‘Oh, ja, ja, I nearly forgot to mention that,’ said Sturmberger. ‘That bandit Ricardo Rueda was captured by the military along with some of his men, his daughters and that girl, Tanya what’s-her-name, who was on my ship.’
