The chain that Olivia was still holding pulled tight, and she felt a momentary wince of pain as the ring in her labia jolted downwards.
'When your hands are pulled up to your neck,' Effie began explaining, 'the chain you are holding will slid around your ankles and put greater pressure on the ring in your cunt. Quite clever when you consider that I've only just thought of this.'
And to demonstrate her meaning, she took a length of chain from the pile and secured it to the bracelets on Olivia's wrists. This she laid over Olivia's shoulder and then drew down her back. As the chain pulled her hands further up her chest, Olivia understood what was being done to her. The more pressure exerted on her hands, the higher they lifted, and in so doing she could not but help lift the chain that had been padlocked to her labial ring, which, because it had been passed around her ankles in the first place, in turn exerted downward pressure on her labia. All in all it was quite ingenious, that as her hands lifted, the ring in her labia should tug in the opposite direction.
Effie pulled on the chain she was holding and passed it under Olivia's open legs. She pulled it so tightly that Olivia's hands were forced almost to her shoulders. Then, regardless of the cries of pain, Effie secured it to the labial ring with the aid of another padlock.
'Now I shall fix the chain you are holding,' and with that, Effie relieved Olivia of her burden and fixed the chain to the rings in her collar.
'Every time you move either your hands or feet you will be reminded of your mysterious suitor,' Effie chuckled. 'You see, the slightest movement will pull on that ring between your legs, so every step will make your eyes water, not to mention the rest of your punishment.'
'Isn't this enough?!' Olivia cried. 'Look at me, trussed up like a convict, and naked into the bargain.'
'That's just how the patrons like our girls - chained and naked. Whoever chooses to take you will find entering your cunt quite a challenge, I should imagine.'
'Is that the rest of my punishment?' Olivia asked bitterly.
'Not at all. Dora and Rita will draw lots to see which of them will whip you. You have put them both to a great inconvenience, watching that house day and night, out in all weathers, simply because you chose to stay in the lap of luxury instead of returning home to your friends, eh?'
Effie rang the bell-pull, and in answer to her summons, not only did Dora and Rita enter the room, but Sappho, who went wide-eyed at seeing Olivia chained and unable to move.
'Show her your engagement ring,' Effie taunted.
Olivia parted her legs and Sappho stepped forward and lifted it with her fingers.
'Never in my life have I seen such devotion,' she laughed, and then pulled it, causing Olivia further pain.
Effie took three tapers from a pot on the mantelpiece and, breaking one in half, held them in her hand, bidding the three girls make their choice. Sappho selected the shortest.
'Take her into the back parlour, she's yours to do as you wish,' Effie said, almost without interest.
'We shall help her,' Dora quickly rejoined as Sappho seized Olivia by the hair.
'Whip her across the belly,' suggested Rita, when they were safely in the parlour. She lifted a strap hanging from the wall and thrashed it onto the table.
'I want to inspect the manner of these chains,' Sappho said, going behind Olivia and intently studying the way Effie had bound her. She tested the chain running down her back, and quickly realised if it was pulled downwards Olivia's hands lifted, making the ring tug on her labia. Sappho's lips broke into a twisted grin and she cast her eyes about her.
'I have an idea that will make you scream and beg for mercy,' she said, bending down to retrieve a heavy poker from the hearth.
She slid it under the chain, just above Olivia's buttocks at the point where it disappeared into her crease. When it was balanced at the centre of its shaft she ordered Dora to take it in both hands at either end. Then she told Rita to position herself in front of Olivia in readiness to ply the strap.
At the first stroke Olivia let out a cry of pain, but it was nothing to what was happening behind her back. As Rita gathered the strap for a fresh strike, Dora gave the poker a half turn. Olivia felt the chain suddenly tighten. Her hands drew upwards towards her shoulders and she screamed all the louder. The ring in her labia bit hard into the tender mound, stretching the outer lips downwards.
'Six more lashes and six more turns of the poker,' Sappho said sternly, and both girls willingly obeyed.
Rita began by hitting Olivia with deliberate slowness allowing her to feel the burning welts in her belly and the gradual twisting of the chain. It seemed that the pain was coming from everywhere at once; under her legs and in the crease of her buttocks, across her belly and all over her labia.
'Beat her faster,' Sappho remarked. 'And harder. I want to see her suffer.'
The strap fell thick and fast and the poker twisted round and round until Olivia thought the chain would saw her in half. Her cries and muted sobs gave way to ear piercing shrieks and a wild shaking of her head.
'Only a few dozen more,' Sappho said kindly, caressing Olivia's cheek and then kissing her full on the lips.
'Please stop,' Olivia begged, hardly aware that Sappho was tenderly squeezing her nipples and biting the hollow of her neck.
'I'm sure you can take another thirty or so, then your punishment will end. You can go on screaming and yelling for another hour, just one hour that's all, and in that time you will be wet between your legs, so wet that my fingers and tongue will slip in you easily.'
Rita lashed Olivia's belly from the outer fringes of her pubic hair, up over her navel and across her stomach. From behind Dora had wound the poker so tight that the chain passing under Olivia's legs almost lifted her from the floor. Her labia felt as if it would tear from her groin.
'Your punishment is over,' Sappho eventually smiled, as the final lash seared into Olivia's belly. 'Now thank me for being so generous in your chastisement, and also my assistants.'
Olivia thanked them between her choking sobs, but was more thankful that it had ended. As the poker was unwound and the chain slackened its awful progress, the pain subsided remarkably. The sawing under her legs and in her bottom-cleft suddenly ceased, and her stretched lips desisted their burning.
'Oh thank God,' she breathed. 'Thank God it's all over.'
If ever there were a pleasant aspect of being cruelly tortured it was when it ended. The relief was overwhelming, her gratitude genuine; she did not resist Sappho's tongue searching inside her open mouth or the hand that rubbed her groin, neither the fingers that rolled and pinched her nipples. If anything, her most sensual parts seemed more responsive to tongues and fingers after her body had undergone grievous torments. The greater the torment the more eager her response. In truth, she almost wished the ring had not been fitted, thereby allowing Sappho complete access to her most intimate places.
Seeing the glazed look in her eyes, Sappho told her companions to get out at once. She wanted Olivia all to herself
'These chains, shall I remove them for the time being?' she asked. 'It will leave your hands free to explore my body, if you so wish.'
Olivia nodded. She already had a good idea that Sappho intended to take her, and that the chains would hinder her advances.
'Are you going to finger me?' she asked innocently.
Sappho loosed the padlock between her legs and slid the chain from the ring. 'Would you prefer I used something else? The poker, for example.'
'I couldn't take all of it,' she gasped.
Sappho slapped her face playfully. 'I was jesting, you fool. However, I do intend to use my own favourite method of taking you, and as flicking you in the normal place is out of the question, I shall have to resort to your bottom.'
She unwrapped the chain from Olivia's ankles and then went to work on the shackles around her wrists
'I shall have to chain you up again when I've finished with you,' she said, freeing Olivia's hands and letting the chain slid over her
shoulder. 'Effie wants you permanently chained to make sure you don't run away again. The collar I shall leave on. No sense in taking that off, is there?'
'Does this mean I am to be chained like an animal?' Olivia asked.
'Only until you've learned your lesson. No one ever leaves here unless Effie decides to sell them to another establishment.'
'Sell them?' Olivia gasped. 'You make us sound like slaves or something.'
'You poor, simple girl,' Sappho replied, bringing Olivia to her knees. 'That's exactly what we are. Men's playthings, to be used as they see fit, and to do whatever they command. Why d'you think Effie took you in?'
'I thought it was because I was going to be an actress and learn a useful profession, instead of being treated like a... like a prostitute,' she blurted.
'You're not a prostitute exactly,' Sappho said, taking her by the shoulders and guiding her to rest her forearms on the padded seat of a chaise longue. 'More a piece of property. You belong here, and as long as you're here, you'll do as you're told. Now grip your cheeks and spread them nice and wide. I shall finger your bottom hole first, just to loosen you up.'
'Then what are you going to do?' Olivia asked, resting her flushed forehead on the seat and already fearing the answer.
Sappho aimed her index finger into Olivia's bottom and gave a vigorous thrust. Olivia jolted forward with a grunt.
'Ride you, of course. Effie permits that. She'll probably have you herself after I've finished with you, then I think will come the final part of your punishment.'
'What?'
But Sappho made no reply. Her finger had sunk in to the knuckle and was turning back and forth, going in and out, forcing Olivia's bottom hole to open wider at the entrance. The interior muscles were already beginning to slacken.
'What punishment?' Olivia asked again in between grunting and moaning from Sappho's deeply probing finger.
And again she made no reply, but when she deemed Olivia's anus sufficiently ready, she withdrew and crawled to a chest of drawers, opened a drawer and took out her favourite weapon.
'It's a man's cock,' she said from behind Olivia. 'Much bigger than they ordinarily are, but then it needs to be when you consider how much cock you and everybody else has already had. Rita for example, has had so many that she's hard pressed to be satisfied these days, poor girl.'
'You're disgusting,' Olivia retorted.
'I see little trouble in taking you,' Sappho chuckled.
'Would it make any difference if I did otherwise?'
'None at all, except for the pleasure of raping you.'
'And have you raped any other poor, unfortunate girl?'
'Oh plenty,' she grinned, strapping the cock to her groin and tying its strings behind her. 'Why, only a couple of days ago I buggered a girl fresh from the country, while her master watched on. She squealed like a stuck pig and wriggled like an eel, but I think, after an hour or so, she quite liked it.'
'Then I suppose you had her master while she watched on,' Olivia replied sarcastically.
'No I didn't,' and she wormed the enormous plum of her cock into Olivia's hole.
Holding Olivia by the shoulders, she moved her hips in a beautiful side-to-side motion and pressed firmly forward. Olivia jerked as the shaft slowly filled her, sliding in an inch at a time.
'It is big,' she gasped, feeling it stretch the walls of her bottom.
'And long,' Sappho whispered hoarsely.
Her black hips and buttocks broke into a sweat as she began to ride in earnest. She was powerfully built and had earned a just reputation as being a woman of exceptional prowess. It was a rare man who could stay the course with her, and when she had tired them all it was to the girls she turned to slake her uncontrollable lust. Olivia, she decided, had a particularly inviting bottom. She wondered, as she pushed deeper in, how difficult it would be to remove that ring. But that, she would think of later.
She rode into Olivia without mercy, arching her back and thrusting her pelvis, at the same time pulling her back and forth by the shoulders. Between her legs the strap that held her cock bit deep into her slit. Sappho had discovered that there was as much satisfaction to be had from the strap as there was from riding her victims. If she angled her groin correctly the strap teased against her clitoris and soon she was panting towards her climax.
Olivia's bottom began to respond with ecstatic wriggling, for inside of her anus was a sensitive place which, when touched by finger or cock, brought her to her own orgasm. Her labia tingled where it had been ringed, she could feel the mound starting to swell.
'You're coming,' Sappho exclaimed, listening to Olivia's groans as the cock rode harder into her bottom.
'I can't help it,' Olivia apologised. 'It's that thing you're pushing into me.'
'And what about your teats, how do they feel?'
Before Olivia could even think or reply, Sappho reached under her and grabbed both her swinging breasts. Her hands were large enough to encompass both globes and she rolled them flat against Olivia's chest, taking care to ensure the nipples received a hard pinching. The feel of the aroused, pointed buds had Sappho pumping her pelvis and loins faster and faster.
Olivia gasped for breath as the whole length of the cock penetrated her bottom, going in right to its base, slamming against her cheeks and then gliding back out to the plum. Sappho let it hover at the open hole, teasing it up and down the crease and around the cheeks. Olivia's buttocks had turned bright red and were covered with a fine glisten of sweat that slowly trickled into the cleft.
Sappho paused to run her forefinger under Olivia's legs, gathering up a globule of vaginal nectar.
'You taste so sweet,' she remarked, sucking her forefinger. 'Has anyone ever told you that?'
'Many times,' Olivia replied, catching her breath, grateful that Sappho had temporarily halted her mad thrusting.
'I think you should taste yourself now,' Sappho observed, running her finger over the pouting pudenda. 'It seems this ring has excited you,' she said, poking the swollen halves. 'Why, you're twice your normal size, and your hair...'
Olivia was well aware how her pubic hair had bristled at the touch and how her lips had become puffy and swollen.
'It's not only the ring,' she said defensively, her breath resuming its normal pace.
'Is it my cock?' asked Sappho hopefully.
'When it touches a place inside me I go all of a tremble,' Olivia replied, the shaking in her voice betraying the truth of her admission.
A bead of sweat appeared between Sappho's enormous ebony breasts. Her nipples had become so erect they ached. She looked down at them, watching the hardened buds swelling even larger. Suddenly she extracted the cock from its snug sanctuary, reached under Olivia's armpits and hoisted her back onto her haunches, spinning her round and aiming her head directly between her breasts.
'Now suck!' she commanded, her voice deep and husky.
Olivia dumbly obeyed, discovering at once a remarkable, exotic taste that seemed to come from the nipple itself. The harder she sucked the stronger and sweeter the essence on her tongue. The nipples were huge, as large as ripened strawberries.
Sappho put her hands behind Olivia's head and squeezed her hard to her breasts.
Olivia, without being instructed, found her tongue sweeping around Sappho's mountainous orbs, licking every inch of glistening flesh.
'You're coming on well,' Sappho breathed, placing her hands on either globe and burying Olivia's head between them.
The cock still strapped to Sappho's groin reared up, the plum nudged invitingly into Olivia's belly, making a slight crease in the plump flesh.
'What a pity that ring prevents me from taking you with my cock,' she said sadly. 'But there is always your willing mouth, is there not.'
Olivia's mouth was not quite as willing as Sappho assumed. She looked down and balked, not only at the size of it, but at the juices of her own bottom which still covered it.
'I'd like to wipe it first, please,' she said softl
y.
'You will take it as it is,' Sappho rasped, and she fell backwards, dragging Olivia's head after her.
Olivia took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide. Her lips barely went round the shining plum. A jerk of Sappho's hands forced it into her mouth and she nearly choked.
'Take all of it,' Sappho grunted. 'The whole length, and put your hands on my tits. Play with my nipples, or so help me I'll whip you raw.'
Olivia relaxed her tightened throat and lowered her head, letting the cock slide further into her mouth. Clumsily she groped for Sappho's breasts and began fingering the nipples.
'Go deeper,' she heard Sappho command, accompanied with an upward thrust of her hips.
Abruptly, the cock nudged to the back of Olivia's throat, and her nostrils suddenly filled with the rich and earthy smell of Sappho's groin.
The sight of Olivia's head bobbing up and down, and the feel of her fingers teasing her nipples, had Sappho panting and heaving. Soon the small parlour was filled with the sounds of her climax. Her hands fell away from the back of Olivia's head and thrashed against the floor. Her long, silky legs went rigid, the muscles contracting as hard as iron.
'Oh God help me!' she groaned in her deep, harsh voice, and her hands beat against Olivia's back, a hollow, thumping tattoo of sweating, pulsating pleasure.
Olivia pulled back and saw how thoroughly her mouth had cleaned the cock. The taste of Sappho's orgasm lingered on her tongue. 'Have we finished now?' she asked, wiping her lips with her fingers.
Sappho could not answer for several minutes. Her orgasm had all but drained her. She lay bathed in sweat, her forearm resting across her forehead, her legs spread wide, dripping at the groin.
'Lick me,' she whispered. 'Lick my cunt.'
Olivia, knowing she had little choice, crouched between her legs, and lifting away the cock, placed her head into Sappho's fork. While she licked at the quivering lips she involuntarily kept her hand around the shaft and began tossing it as if it were flesh and blood that throbbed in her palm.
'You like that?' Sappho asked, watching the long, slender fingers caressing the length.
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