“That’s right. I am your god.”
~
But I wasn’t done… Not by a long shot. Chad pulled me to my knees again and I found myself faced with his thick, swollen, but flaccid cock. It reeked of my pussy and sweat.
“Clean it, whore,” he growled. A thrill went through my body. I never realized how much I loved being called names… As a kid, of course, you hate it, but in the mouth of a lover, on the lips of a master, a nasty name like “whore” or “slut” becomes so much more… So much sexier and more arousing. Something desired and anticipated, instead of something to hate.
I leaned in, dragging my tongue along his cock. He sighed, gripping me hard by the hair as I worked, tugging on my head as I slurped and suckled the flesh of his dick, tasting my fluids, tasting his.
“That’s it, Kenya… Do you like the taste of your cunt on your master’s cock?”
I looked up at him with big eyes and nodded obediently. The nasty word rolling off his tongue only made me more excited to please him.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. You’re learning.”
I blushed and went back to my work.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I think you deserve a reward for that. But first, finish with your task.”
A reward? What could it be? Diamonds? Pearls? Emeralds? No, it would be something sexual, at least for now… Maybe he would make me cum. I was incredible sore but I would have loved a chance to cum… The only problem was how sensitive my pussy was. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to stand him touching me without screaming and even passing out… That’s how sensitive and swollen my poor, abused pussy had become.
And, of course, that meant that my cunt was another opportunity for him to torture me. The idea was so scintillating, so arousing and nasty…
Finally, he seemed to have decided that his cock was clean. He was hard again—big surprise, Chad seemed to have the stamina of a fourteen year old boy who’s just discovered how to masturbate.
“Present your tits to me, cunt,” he ordered. I was all to happy to comply, even though I had no idea what my poor breasts were about to endure.
“How do you like these clamps?” he asked, an evil grin on his face as he ran the tip of his finger around the perimeter of my aureola, his finger just barely touching one of the alligator clamps and nudging it. I gasped, shaking ever so slightly.
“I… I like them quite a bit, Sir.”
“But don’t they hurt?” he asked, displaying fake concern. He reached out and held the mouth of one of the clamps between his index finger and his thumb. I could feel even that slight addition of pressure.
“They… They do… But Sir seems to like them…” I whimpered, choosing my words wisely.
“That’s right. Sir does seem to like them,” Chad said with a grin, his fake concern melting into sadism as he squeezed. Not hard, but enough to make me whimper and gasp as the teeth dug deeper into my flesh. He kept squeezing and I felt tears coming to my eyes as I tried to force myself not to beg him to stop.
Finally, it was too much. I burst into tears, unable to stifle a sob.
“Please, Sir, I can’t take it…” I gasped. Chad stopped.
“What can’t you take?”
“It… It hurts too much…” I whimpered, unable to meet his eyes.
“Maybe I should kick you out on the street? Maybe you’d like to take a cab home naked right now? Oh, of course, you’ve got no money… I could toss you down on the sidewalk outside and let you walk home. How’s that for a walk of shame? Naked, with your poor nipples all swollen, your filthy cunt leaking…” he said cruelly, grabbing the other nipple and twisting the clamp.
I screamed, unable to decide if I wanted to shy away from him or if I wanted to press closer to him, to embrace the pleasure and the pain and see where this embrace would take me.
“Sir, please…” I gasped, a humiliated mess, not knowing exactly what I was begging him for.
“Please what?”
“Let me make it up to you?”
“I’m waiting.”
He took a step back. I had no idea what to do. I was still on my knees, a filthy, disheveled mess. Finally, I took hold of the clamps and slowly began to twist. The pain was excruciating, but I endured, not breaking my gaze with Chad.
“I’ll… I’ll do anything for you, Sir…” I whispered, biting my lip so hard it almost drew blood as tears fell from my eyes, as I tortured my own nipples, destroying them, cutting into them. Chad watched silently, his face a stone statue, displaying no emotion whatsoever. What was he thinking? Was my offering sufficient? I felt like I was an ancient priestess, offering something to a god at a pagan temple…
“I’m satisfied,” he said finally, a hint of a smile playing on his handsome lips. I gasped and let go, my nipples screaming as they untwisted. He bent over and undid the clamps one by one. I let out a scream, shuddering as the fierce teeth let go of my tortured flesh.
“Thank you, master…” I whispered, hanging my head half in shame, half in humiliation and regret. I couldn’t believe I had told him not to do something… I wanted to be everything for him, to be the toy he could live out his darkest fantasies with. I had never known this was what I wanted but here it was—the desire to be the clay that he molded into his unending pleasure burned deep and bright inside my soul.
“On the couch,” he ordered. “Spread your legs and play with yourself till I get back.”
I scrambled to my feet, my knees sore and bruised from having been fucked so hard and fast on the floor. I arrayed myself on his fancy leather couch and spread myself, as lewdly as possible, dipping my fingers into my wetness. He stayed to watch, as if making sure I was doing it right.
I gasped as soon as I touched myself—I was really that sensitive. My body screamed and ached and my pussy was slick to the touch, burning hot and all but shrieking in pleasure and pain as I began to rub myself, moaning ever so softly.
“Good girl. Keep touching yourself. I’ll know if you stop,” he said with a wink.
He disappeared into another room and left me to play with myself, whimpering as gasping as I teased my fingers around my clit, too afraid of the profound, cutting sensations that would rip through my body if I got too close to it…
How the hell had I ended up like this? Only yesterday—had it just been yesterday?—I was a regular college girl, who had to be convinced by my friends to stop studying for a few hours to go to a party. My friends… God, they must have been worried sick about me. I couldn’t wait to tell them what had happened to me, what I had become—what I had started doing and enjoying.
Finally, after I don’t know how long, Chad returned, carrying three items. The first was a huge dildo—it had to be at least nine or ten inches long, and as thick as you would imagine it. It was carved out of black rubber and my breath caught in my throat when I saw it. I couldn’t imagine that huge, nasty thing inside of me… But I knew I would have to take it, if Chad told me to.
The next item was obviously a vibrator—a tiny, black bulb, the kind of discreet toy that college girls buy for their first sex toy. Funny, it seemed surprisingly humble next to the giant black cock that dwarfed Chad’s hand…
The final item was totally unknown to me, however. It looked kind of like a dream catcher. There was a pink plastic circle with what looked like gator clamps—the same that had been clamped onto my nipples—attached to straps leading away from the outer rim of the circle and into the middle of the hoop. What the hell was it?
“You’re probably wondering what I have in store for you…” Chad said with a smile as he set the three items down on his glass coffee table. “I want you to tell me what each of the items is.”
I reached out to touch the dildo and Chad slapped me hard across the face. I shrieked, my flesh burning from his touch. I felt a welt rising on my cheek and my body couldn’t help but be hungry for more.
“Did you ask if you could touch?”
“Sir, maybe I tou
ch?” I asked through tears.
“Yes, you may.”
I picked up the dildo. It was surprisingly heavy and thick. And very, very stiff—this was serious business. This thing could do some damage. And I knew it would be doing its damage to me very, very shortly.
“This is a dildo,” I said, feeling a little silly for having to spell it out.
“Good girl. Next?”
I picked up the little black egg.
“I’m guessing this is a vibrator?” I asked. I twisted it and it burst to life. And god, what a vibrator! My entire body seemed to shake, and shake so violently that I all but dropped it!
“Good! That’s right. It’s a vibrator. But not just any vibrator. This little friend is called the Termite. It is pound for pound one of the most powerful machines you can buy on the market—anywhere. The motor in there has the same horsepower as a sports car.”
With some difficulty, I managed to twist the termite back into its off setting. Now, I picked up the final toy…
“This… I have no idea…” I mumbled as I turned it over in my hands. I had to put myself in Chad’s frame of mind—what would he want to do to me? How would he want to see me tortured and pleasured? What kind of sick things would he have done to me?
And then I realized exactly what it was.
“It’s, uh, a device to spread my cunt—isn’t it, Sir?” I asked, still turning it over. “These clamps go on my pussy and you can tighten the straps to pull me open… And then it just kind of sits there. Suspended by the clamps and the straps on my pussy. Right?”
Chad grinned. “That’s exactly right, my dear… Well done. Now, lie back.”
I took a deep breath and obeyed as he plucked the spreader out of my hands. This was going to be a wild ride.
~
I laid back, spreading my legs wide. God, the thought of that monstrous thing, looking more like some sort of hideous inverted spider or a spider’s web rather than a sexy toy—the thought of him, my Chad, my master, latching it onto my sensitive, swollen lips… It was terrifying.
“Now, I hope you’re ready for this…” Chad cooed softly. He clipped open one of the clamps and ran the teeth of the clamp along my lips. I grimaced, shuddering in pleasure and pain.
“Oh, master, it’s so good…” I managed to moan.
“Well, we’ll have to fix that,” he said with a grin, letting the clamp clip onto my pussy. I threw my head back and shrieked in agony as the teeth dug into my sensitive flesh.
“Oh, Sir!” I squealed. It was the most exquisite pleasure and pain I had experienced yet—and after everything he had just put me through, that was most definitely saying something.
Chad raised an eyebrow.
“I think you’re a little… Too free right now. One moment.”
And he stood. He glowered at me suddenly.
“Don’t touch anything. Don’t move a muscle.”
I nodded obediently, my eyes once again full of tears. I felt like I was getting better at controlling them, however—felt like I was somehow now able to keep my body from convulsing in agony, keep my face from collapsing into a shower of pain and tears… Or at least, I hoped I was getting better.
The moments after his departure were agonizing. My pussy was leaking like a broken faucet, all over his nice couch. It throbbed and pulsed in agony and it was everything I could do to resist the urge to touch myself, to rub my clit and at least try to get some release from this exquisite torture… But no, I resisted.
I was a good girl. Yes, Sir, aren’t I a good girl?
He returned with two more toys. One was a brink pink sphere with holes in it, vaguely like a whiffle ball—you know, those little plastic pseudo-baseballs you hit off a stand when you’re a kid? The pink whiffle ball was attached to a thick, serious looking leather strap. The other item was more unambiguous: leather shackles.
“So, I think you can guess, my sweet little Kenya…” he said affectionately but not without a hint of malice and danger. “What this is…”
He grabbed me hard by the hair and forced me forward. I yelped but offered no resistance. I was learning to submit—oh, yes, I was. He grabbed my right wrist and latched it into the shackle. Then, he linked it to my other wrist, and like that, my arms were immobilized, my wrists forced behind my back. I couldn’t tell if there was a way for me to get out… If there was a fail safe mechanism, I couldn’t find it as my hands glided around my bonds, learning their curves and their cruel leather strictures.
“But this one might be a little more mysterious to you. This is called a ball gag. And it’s used to shut up stupid whores like you.”
My eyes widened. He grinned, pleased by my horror.
“Now, open up, sweetheart.”
I hesitated. The thought, somehow, of having that thing in my mouth, it terrified me. I didn’t know why, after all—he had already made me choke on his cock and I was about to allow him to torture and destroy my most sensitive area. But there was something primal, something terrifying and unnatural about being forced into silence, about having that children’s toy turned sex object forced into my mouth… Something unnatural and horrifying about the way I’d drool over it and moan through it unable to articulate words and phrases—just sounds.
Like an animal. That’s what it was designed to do—to reduce me to an animal.
He raised his hand. It crashed into my face, and hard, striking the welt from before. I yelped, my hips bucking involuntarily, my cunt lips rubbing into the clamp. It hurt bad and I loved it.
“Yes, master,” I said quickly, opening my mouth as wide as I could. Chad grinned.
“That’s a good whore.”
He fit the ball into my mouth, wrapped the leather restraints around my head, and buckled them in the back. I gagged and gasped on the thing. I tried to say something but the ball completely immobilized my tongue. I could only moan and groan and gasp into it.
“It doesn’t shut you up entirely, of course…” Chad said, raising an eye brow. “But I don’t necessarily want that. And besides, the only way to shut you up for real would be duct tape and I’m out of that. My last girl needed a lot of duct tape.”
His last girl? What the fuck?
Of course. He used girls like me like disposable playthings. I couldn’t forget that. I couldn’t forget what this relationship was. We weren’t equals. He wasn’t my boyfriend. He was my master. My sugar daddy, perhaps. But who was I to say he couldn’t have more than one girl? I couldn’t forget what this was.
I couldn’t fall in love with him. I couldn’t fall in love with those smoky eyes, that cruel grin, those playful lips, those powerful, teasing finger tips…
I just couldn’t.
“Now, where were we? Ah. Yes. Disciplining your cunt.”
~
Now, he attached the second clamp to the opposite side of my pussy. I threw my head back and shrieked. My shriek was transformed into a disgusting, guttural moan in the ball gag. Chad just cackled viciously.
“That’s it. Let it all out. Let me know if it hurts, Kenya. Let me know how bad it hurts.”
Tears were running down out of my eyes, ruining whatever remained of my mascara. I was a mess and I loved it.
He applied the third clip and the fourth. I had thought maybe these wouldn’t feel so bad, since I was already used to them… But I had thought wrong. Each one was like a million little knives cutting into my hot, needy flesh giving me that agonizing, lacerating pleasure that I so desired, that I so demanded.
“Almost there…” Chad whispered, his face suddenly softening ever so slightly. “You’re doing great, sweet heart. Just great. You’re my little slave princess.”
I looked up at him with shining eyes. I took a deep breath and nodded, not even trying to form the words of a thank you.
He applied the fifth and the sixth. Knowing how proud he was, knowing how much I was pleasing him, how I was performing for him and doing exactly what he wanted—it gave me a great sense of pride, a profound desire to ke
ep going, to keep debasing myself for him, for my master, for Chad. I wanted this. I wanted to submit to him.
I wanted to be his.
“Now, the fun part,” Chad said with a wicked grin. He began to pull on the little pussy straps, clamping them into place. I watched in agonized, pained amazement as my cunt spread open, the claws digging into my flesh and all but tearing my swollen lips open. I didn’t even realize that I was moaning, emitting a low, impassioned moan of pleasure and pain.
And then, there I was: my pussy lips splayed open wide, my hole completely bared to Chad, ready to accept whatever he wanted to do to me—no matter what it was.
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