The girls' hands were on her calves now, indicating she should raise one leg, then the other. Stephanie felt panties being drawn up her long legs - something like panties, at least. In fact it was the tiniest of G-strings, made from thick leather. Mischa pulled the waistband around her body and adjusted it by means of a buckle so that it was tight around the top of her hips. The leather between her legs could be adjusted in the same way, by a buckle at the top of her buttocks.
Hanna pulled the strap tight, the tiny triangle of leather pressing as hard as it could against Stephanie's sex, the strap biting into her labia and the cleft of her buttocks.
As the leather tightened, Stephanie could feel something cold and metallic there too. She had the sensation that the metal had given way, opening up; then she gasped out loud. Fixed into the front of the leather was another spring-loaded clip. Hanna had pulled the leather tight into her labia and it had been forced open then snapped shut, imprisoning between its metal jaws the hood of Stephanie's clitoris and the clitoris itself.
They removed the blindfold. Stephanie looked at herself in the mirror. The nipple clips and leather G-string were white, as was the single glove. Her arms were bound so far behind her back it looked almost as if they had been cut off. Her body was churning.
Pressure on her shoulders indicated that they wanted her to kneel. Stephanie complied and watched as Hanna took a white leather hood from the bag on the bed. She began pulling it over Stephanie's head; it was tight. Mischa helped smooth it over Stephanie's face, making sure the holes provided for the eyes and mouth fitted precisely, while Hanna laced up the back, pulling the leather taut until it fitted Stephanie so tightly it was possible to see the outline of her features underneath.
Satisfied that the hood was properly in place, they fitted the silk mask back over the hood. Stephanie glimpsed her bizarre appearance in the mirror - her head was like a piece of sculpture! - before she was plunged into darkness again.
In the darkness her body throbbed, the three clips on her nipples and clit making her nerves tingle.
The girls helped her to her feet. The chain on her nipples swung and she felt them surge with sensation. They were making her raise her legs again to put her feet into spiky white high heels, but this moved the clip on her labia and it bit hard against her clitoris. She shuddered.
'Oh, oh...' she gasped as the process was repeated with the second shoe.
They held her by the shoulders and walked her forward. Walking made her shudder again. The clip on her clit moved wonderfully from side to side, the metal round and smooth; held hard by the leather, it rolled against her body, just as the chain swinging from her breasts activated the nipple clips.
Stephanie thought she was going to come even before she got across the bedroom floor. She took a deep breath and managed to control herself, but it was not easy; the provocations of the day made her want to give in. Her shoulders ached from the constraint of the glove, so she concentrated on that feeling in an effort to overcome the waves of pleasure flooding through her body from clitoris and nipple.
Stephanie felt the coolness of the corridor. They didn't walk far. Stephanie heard a door opening after only a few yards. She was led into another room where her heels clacked on what was now a wooden floor. From the distance covered, she knew the room must be next door to hers. Had the Baron put them in this particular bedroom because it was next to the pleasure room? Had he known all along that this is where she would end up?
The room was warm. The girls brought her to a halt.
'Good evening, my dear.' It was the Baron's voice. She did not reply. 'Bend over, please.'
She felt one of the girl's hands pushing her over and bent forward. The chain on the nipple clips swung clear of her body, her bound hands on the small of her back stuck up awkwardly, and the strap between her legs dug in to the cleft of her buttocks.
She knew he was going to whip her. She wanted it. Her bottom felt cold and exposed. A hand rested on her neck, preventing her from straightening up.
She felt the draught of air and heard the whistle of the whip; then came the thwack of leather on flesh and a hot streak of pain searing into her buttock. It burnt into her, travelling like a guided missile to her imprisoned clitoris and nipples, joining the sensation they were already generating, heightening it, making her blood pound and her heart race.
Two strokes, three, four. Four red-hot welts across her buttocks. Four stripes of stinging crimson driving her to a frenzy. The pain was so hot, so sharp and acute, that she could not distinguish it from pleasure. Her body was so full of feeling already she thought she would come; in fact, she wasn't sure she hadn't already come on the metal clip that held her clit as the whip had fallen for the last time.
She might have come again when she felt a cool hand stroking the reddened flesh so softly, so tenderly, it made her surge with pleasure. She felt fingers unbuckling the leather between her legs and almost protested but, as the leather was pulled away and she felt hands pushing her back upright, the metal clip stayed where it was. This came as a great relief, as the feeling it gave her was so intense.
Hands guided her forward. She felt them making her sit, making her lie back, pulling her down on some sort of wooden padded frame.
'Do you wish to continue? This is the last time I will ask. You have to be gagged.' The Baron's voice was very solemn and serious.
'Yes,' Stephanie said without thought, her body boiling with pleasure.
'Very well.'
They were pulling her back into the middle of the frame and she suddenly felt her arms disappear down into what was obviously an aperture designed for the purpose. Her body rested not on her bound arms, which would have made it arch upwards, but on a strip of something she felt sliding in from the side of the frame, between her lowered arms and her back, so her body rested directly on its spine.
'Open your mouth,' the Baron ordered.
Stephanie obeyed. For a second she felt a finger playing at her lips. It entered her mouth and prodded her tongue. A moment later it was replaced by a big wedge of rubber, a wedge shaped exactly like a tongue but much bigger, so big it filled her mouth completely. It jammed her own tongue against the bottom of her mouth, making it impossible for her to form any sort of sound. She felt the gag being strapped in place around the white leather hood.
The blindfold was removed. Stephanie looked around but the room was so dimly lit she could hardly see anything. The walls and ceiling were all padded with thick black material, as was the frame she lay on. The board between her arms and her back made it impossible for her to raise her head more than an inch or two. She could see Hanna and Mischa on either side of the frame, but she could not see the Baron.
Hanna fastened a strap from one side of the frame over Stephanie's shoulder to the other. Mischa secured another around her waist. Then each girl took a leg and pulled it up at an angle to her body. On either side of the frame was a metal post, attached to which were small pulleys with ropes passing through them. The girls strapped leather cuffs around Stephanie's ankles, attached them by means of a D-ring to the ropes, and used the pulleys to hoist her legs higher and further apart. Her bottom was raised up off the frame, the whole of her sex exposed and vulnerable, the clip on her vulva tightened by her position.
Mischa reached up above. Stephanie's body to another pulley set in the ceiling. She loosened it, brought a small hook into Stephanie's view and clipped it around the chain of the nipple clips. Stephanie watched as the chain was wound up, gradually pulling her nipples, then her breasts with it. Inured to the original pressure of the clips, her nipples suddenly started tingling at this new sensation, the delicious pain going straight to her clit. The hook appeared to be attached to some sort of elasticated rope as there was some give in the line. When Mischa had tied it off she tweaked the line with her fingers and it quivered, making Stephanie's nipples and breasts quiver in turn.
Stephanie strained her head as far up off the frame as the bondage would allow, wanting
to see herself, wanting to see her breasts suspended and her legs splayed. Hanna was doing something to the clip over her labia. When she took her hand away Stephanie could see that the clip was now attached to a long thin thread, which Hanna was pulling up and attaching to the same hook that held the chain from the nipple clips. This thread too appeared to be elasticated. As soon as it was pulled tight, Hanna strummed it. It vibrated like a bowstring, transmitting a shockwave to Stephanie's clitoris and nipples. They were now all joined externally as well as by her body.
The shockwave made Stephanie close her eyes temporarily. She felt another wave when she opened them again and looked at herself, so indecently displayed, so helpless. It was too much effort to keep her head raised, so she lowered it. The three clips seemed still to be vibrating, all to the same pulse. But then Stephanie suddenly realised this was not caused by the elasticity of the fixings. They were vibrating of their own accord. Mischa had operated a little mechanism at the point where the two lines were joined which agitated them like the strings on a musical instrument, sending vibrations along the lines and down to the clips.
The vibration got stronger. Stephanie moaned into the rubber gag but produced not a sound.
The Baron watched. He felt her wallowing in this new sensation. A lot of women had passed out even before the vibration had begun.
He reached forward and increased the vibration. Hanna tightened the pulley slightly, increasing the tension in the clips, tautening the lines. The vibration now pulsed more strongly, and Stephanie came, her orgasm erupting in her nipples and clitoris together just as they oscillated together. She came so strongly that her body fought her bondage and the feeling of helplessness, of being unable to move, increased the strength of her climax, made it go on longer. Even the fact that her cry of pleasure was drowned in her mouth somehow made her passion more acute.
She knew what the Baron meant. She knew now. As the first orgasm died another was already waiting, building, gathering in her nerves, and she knew he hadn't finished yet, that this wasn't all, that there was more. How would she stand it?
She opened her eyes and raised her head. She could see Hanna holding something in her hand but she could not tell what it was. The effort was too much however, and, as her body took control again, she dropped her head back and feeling raced between the trinity of clips that held her so tight. She came again, harder, stronger, her whole body shuddering under the impact.
She didn't think she could stand it. The Baron was right. This was the ultimate pleasure. The moment one orgasm was gone she could feel the next beginning, always bigger, always more powerful. She would have expected her body to get used to the clips, as her nipples had on the way to the pleasure room, but the vibration seemed to keep the feeling alive. She desperately tried to clear her mind but she was beginning to see things in the darkness. Images of Devlin in the Roman pavilion, images of herself in front of the forge with the Inquisitor, images of herself standing naked on the galley, whip in hand, looking down at twelve naked, erect cocks, whipping them as they started to spunk...
'No,' she screamed, without making a sound. The rubber wedge filled her mouth like a cock as another orgasm seized her body, shook it against its constraints, then threw it viciously aside. She thought the next time she would pass out.
Hanna inched forward. The object she held was heavy, a metal ball with two prongs suspended from a chain just in front of the pulley that held the other lines. She manoeuvred it into place. The first of its shafts was long and curved. It was oiled and it glistened. The mouth of Stephanie's sex was open. Hanna positioned the shaft at the opening. She thought she could see it throbbing like the mouth of a fish gasping for air. The second phallus was shorter but wider. She positioned this at the puckered crater of Stephanie's anus. It too was heavily oiled. Not that it needed to be: Stephanie's juices were running out of her sex, a river of wetness.
Hanna looked at the Baron. She could see his surprise. They had never got this far before. Some women had survived the clips and the lines and the first few minutes of the vibration, but usually their first orgasm was too much for them to take. Stephanie was still going.
The Baron nodded for Hanna to continue.
Hanna pushed the two phalluses forward. They were perfectly shaped; each entered its intended passage at the same time. The shafts slid home until the metal ball rested firmly between her thighs, so heavy it held them deep inside by virtue of its weight.
Stephanie looked up. Her whole body was locked, tension in every muscle. She was penetrated front and rear. Her mouth was full too. Her nipples and clit were vibrating and now, as Hanna reached and threw the switch, the two phalluses began to vibrate too.
This new vibration doubled, trebled the feelings she had had before. The very core of her body was quivering, the two passages of her body contracting violently, out of control, invaded by thrumming dildos. She had never felt anything like it; the vibration deep inside her matched the vibration on the outside, pulsing in time. For a moment she thought she was going to pass out. There was no gap between one orgasm and the next now, just one continuous orgasm. It broke over the shafts buried in her body, making her body tremble - as if it weren't trembling enough - and her own quivering interacted with the vibration of the machines, one increasing the other, everything, every movement making her come again and again. She couldn't stand it. She squirmed her legs in the air against the leather cuffs, but this only made the phalluses move into new areas of her body, flooding new nerves with feeling, bringing the next orgasm on faster and harder. She was going to pass out.
Suddenly she felt her body change dramatically. One moment she was the victim, the helpless bound slave to the endless vibration, and the next, by what means she did not know, she was its master. Suddenly, instead of having things done to her, Stephanie was doing. She no longer lay taking her orgasms; she controlled them, caused them. She no longer absorbed the massive feelings that flooded through every nerve in her body; she started to take them over, to make them work for her. She was in control now, total control.
'I want my pleasure!' she shouted noiselessly into the gag, and began sucking the rubber as though it were a cock that could be made to spunk for her. She did the same with the phalluses, wrapping her body around them as if they were cocks, using all her muscles on them. She felt herself shape an exquisite orgasm, through her own body now, and not because of the external vibration. She could alter the focus of her feelings, make herself feel her clit or the shaft in her anus or her tortured nipples, then make herself come over one, or over all together.
She could even have stopped herself from coming, but she didn't want to do that. There was no need now. Now she could take what pleasure she wanted without being overwhelmed by it. And she had every intention of taking endless pleasure. It was wonderful, quite unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Somewhere in the back of her mind she marvelled at the Baron's ingenuity; but her main concern was her body.
She saw the two girls looking down at her in wonder and then saw the Baron, his face leaning into her line of sight, disbelief etched into every feature of his face.
She closed her eyes and allowed herself to wallow in sensation again. The lines on the clips hummed. The heavy metal ball vibrated not only the shafts inside her, but also her buttocks and thighs where it rested heavy against them. She wriggled against the ankle-cuffs again and felt the phalluses move inside. She was coming again, the waves gathering in her body while she decided where she would let them crash on the shore: over her clit or deep inside her. It didn't really matter. What mattered was that it went on, on and on, until she had had enough.
'I love it,' she said into the gag, as her body thrilled with pleasure and an orgasm rocketed through her, charging her nerves as though with electricity.
'Do exactly as I say.'
The Baron stood in front of her. His arms were laced into the leather gloves and bound behind his back, immovable. His nipples were clipped and chained together, his
head covered by a white leather mask. His cock, the cock Stephanie had never seen before, was erect. It was not circumcised, and Stephanie had pulled his foreskin back to reveal his pink glans. He had shuddered as she'd run her fingers around its tender rim.
The girls lowered him on to the frame. The board was inserted between his arms and his back, his legs raised and bound and pulled apart.
Stephanie stood between his legs and grasped his cock. The line attached to his nipples started to vibrate. He moaned. She would have loved to gag him, but she had other uses for his mouth.
She bent over and took his cock in her mouth, sucked it hard, then licked it as though it were an ice-cream, long licks up and down its whole length.
'See what you've been missing.'
She felt his cock throb.
There was plenty of time, she told herself. She moved around to his head and knelt on the frame, pushing her rump back until his face was underneath her soaking wet labia. Her sex was still tingling with excitement. He did not need to be told what to do. His tongue, hot and skilful, found her clitoris. It probed, then pushed into the mouth of her sex, extending up as far as it could. It pulled out and licked up to the bud of her anus, pushing in there, too.
He was hers now. She could do with him whatever she wanted. Today she hadn't made her mind up. She might let him spunk in her hands or in her mouth or deep inside her sex. It didn't really matter. Over the next few days he would do all three over and over again. Tomorrow she'd use a dildo on him and let it vibrate until he spunked, or perhaps she'd simply fuck him.
There were four more days to go, four days in which she would use him mercilessly, indiscriminately. She would use him and his pleasure room, him and Devlin and the girls. She might even make him pass out, as he had made so many women do on his bed of crimson joy.
Now she knew what she wanted tonight. As he'd driven his tongue into her, she'd decided what she wanted.
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