As we talked I learned that Zoke had only had three lovers in her life counting her father’s business partner who took her virginity at age thirteen.  He had been a surprisingly kind and skilled lover, even though he was three times her age and their repeated sexual encounters over the next few years had taught Zoke the basics of sex and had yielded her first orgasms with a partner rather than just her skilled fingers.  A love, late in high school, had been wonderfully emotional; all the passions of first love, but along with it had come a lover with first time lovemaking skills or the lack thereof. “He just sort of climbed on top and flailed away.” Was the way she described their encounters.  Finally at college she hookup up with another student and found much to her delight he was quite massive when erect – something she found was more exciting to look at than to be taken by and while she accommodated him without any significant problems and while he filled her up, bringing some pleasures, they were all secondary to his own fulfillment and not something he pursued for her sake. 

 

She’d been sharing her situation with a friend who happened to be my former lover and she suggested they call me.  Zoke, remembering the good times she had as a girl with an “older man” agreed to the idea.   We met at a local coffee house and it soon came out as we visited that among other things what Zoke most wanted from our time together was for me to teach her how to how to have anal sex, more important, how to enjoy it.  “I tried it in high school, but the guy was so excited her came on my butt after getting just the head in.  The way it was starting to hurt it is just as well.  Last fall my boyfriend just shoved his organ partway in and I was is so much pain I not only made him quite, but threw him our for the night.  The bastard didn’t care one iota for my pleasure, just his own kicks.  I know there is something more to my ass than what I’ve had.  The thought turns me on like nothing else and I masturbate every day thinking about it, but I’ve never had someone skilled, teaching me how to enjoy it and Becky, “she said looking shyly at her friend, “says you are the most wonder man at anal sex she’s ever seen.  Claims you fucked her up the ass four times in one night”

 

“Well,” I responded not sure how to continue thinking it made me sound like a pervert or something.

 

“Well, nothing!  I want what she got and more – much, much, more, because I want it everywhere else too!”   Then she suddenly looked away suddenly shy as if shocked by her own words and was now embarrassed. 

 

I told her how to prepare and we set up a date for an upcoming weekend at a hotel out of town where we could both relax without worry that we might run into someone we knew, hence allowing us to relax and be ourselves.  I set up some ground rules for expectations – keep them low key and have fun.  If something exotic happens it will happen best when you are not trying to make it happen.  What about condoms I suggested.  If she desired them this was fine by me, but when she heard I had undergone vasectomy she was delighted.  “All my life I dreamed of a guy cuming inside me and leaving his load there.  Everyone has always used a rubber inside me.  You will be the first to fill everything, my mouth, pussy, and my asshole!”

 

It was with some trepidation that I prepared for the weekend fearing that an ordinary guy like me couldn’t maintain her interest.  The morning of the big day I shaved my cock and balls smooth to let her enjoy the sensation and sight.  Then packing my overnight bag I headed out of town to our meeting sight anticipation being to flow through me because there is nothing I like more than pleasuring a woman, making her climax over and over and taking her farther into her own body’s response than she’s ever gone before.

 

We agreed to meet in the hotel’s lounge at 4pm.  Although never having been to this particular hotel, it took me a little longer to find it, check in and then find and carefully inspect the bar, spotting her in a dark corner of the place not far from what was obviously a rarely used service entrance near the rear of the bar.  After questioning the desk clerk about how to access the service entrance I found it easily off a hall with vending machines and laundry facilities.  Opening the door quietly I enter the bar worried she might hear me, but the music was so loud she never heard a thing.  She was dressed to kill in an upper-thigh length aqua dress in a gorgeous fabric, probably silk, that plunged low in front and markedly lower in back – so low in fact that I could see just a hint of her smooth, tight and sexy buttocks – certainly enough to conclude she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath that skimpy dress.  I could feel my organ beginning to grow stiff.

 

The bar was set up in such a way that everyone’s attention was drawn toward the other side of the room where there was both a small stage on which tonight’s band was doing their preliminary setup while the half dozen customers and the bartender clustered under a pair of nearby televisions watching some type of sports contest and screaming commentary to no one in particular.  Zoke looked bored and was sipping what looked to be a Jack and Coke or maybe it was rum.

 

I slowly walked up behind her and quickly placed my left hand over her mouth while my right slid down the back of her dress and felt her sweet female flesh tighten on her bare buttocks as she stood in surprise and muffled cry of alarm issuing from her covered mouth, but audible only to me.  Her head turned towards me and I replaced my hand with my mouth in a fierce open mouth kiss while my arm bent her towards the bar and my hind on her buttocks traced her crack all the way down to the warmth of her increasingly wet vulva.  My fingers lightly explored her wetness which was coming is in large volumes until my fingers were well coated and then I moved even farther under her pelvis and felt my fingers slip over her erect center of pleasure and a shudder ran through her whole body.  Now I circled my prey varying the pressure from very soft at first to moderately firm when she broke off our kiss and leaning back against me began to quietly moan with each ragged breath. 

 

With my right hand fully engaged in her sex my left is exploring the firm, warm breasts which pressed against the dress bringing even more urgent noises from her, especially as I begin to focus upon the hard and sensitive nipples gently twisting and pulling them through the thin fabric.  Abandoning her clit for a minute to extend her pleasure I work one then two fingers inside her vagina reach up under her pubic bone and rubbing small, careful circles on her G-spot, her own hand now flying up to cover her mouth as more audible cries were being wrenched from her body, perspiration making the dress cling here and there.  Then I pulled my soaked fingers out covered with her creamy mucus and slid my middle finger over her anus and entered her rectum easily my finger moving in and out just twice before running the length of her soaked slit to circle her engorged clit taking her closer and closer to climax and then reversing down her wet opening to the tiny puckered orifice and entered her once more.  On my forth trip back to her clit she exploded into orgasm lying her head and shoulders on the bar as spasm after spasm of pure pleasure rippled though her body in ever expanding waves enhanced by my fingers now buried in her volcano-like pussy helping her ride out the last contractions of sheer sexual ecstasy. 

 

I took a couple of minutes for Zoke to recover enough to sit up and regain composure.  No one had even noticed us.  I took her arm and led her out of the bar and up the elevator to my room.  We ended up sharing the elevator with three women in business attire who couldn’t help but give Zoke the hairy eyeball.  She looked and there is no other word for it – like a woman who’d just had her brains fucked out and her body emitted the smells of female arousal, which that had to notice although no one had the nerve to say anything they must have all had some interesting fantasies wondering what Zoke had been up to.

 

Inside the room we kissed once more and Zoke dropped to her knees and freed my cock to take it in her mouth.  Now I am what I consider to be at best an average guy – not overly handsome, but decent.  I stand more than six and half feet tall and top the scale at 250.  My cock as Zoke was working on it was perhaps 7 inches long and hard in her mouth very thick especially near the base and my body very hairy except for my shaved cock and balls. As I look down Zoke is working me in and out stopping occasionally to lick my shaft and suck my balls.  I usually don’t cum fast, but after the exciting show I’d just witnessed in the bar I only took about ten minutes to begin squirting my load of thick white cum down her throat. 

 

After she’d licked me clean I stood her up and removed the dress exposing her naked body for the first time and I drew in my breath at the sight of her perfect body.  I laid her on the bed and kissed her mouth, her ears and throat then worked my way down her moderately sized, but perfectly shaped breasts her nipples about the size of pencil erasers but twice as long when erect which they always seemed to be.  Her areolas fascinated me because they were puffy extending upward from her breasts in a large raised cones that were absolutely the sexiest sight I’d ever seen and right then and there while I had always loved all types of female nipples and still do, Zoke made me a convert to puffy nipples as a all time favorite.  Certainly their effect the effect on me was shocking. I was rock hard just a couple minutes after cuming in her mouth.   

 

I made love to her nipples with my mouth, lips, and tongue for the better part of a half an hour until her moans filled the room and at last, I regretfully moved south to her shaved vulva.  Lifting her leg that was towards me I tilted her slightly away from me giving me access to butt and sweet anal opening and then licked her femaleness from her clit to her ass and back again sucking on her inner labia and repeatedly inserting my tongue in her pussy and anus.  It didn’t take long until she once more exploded into an intense orgasm.

 

Unwilling to wait longer I climbed atop her and entered her willing vagina and thrust her happily for the next twenty minutes until I began to feel myself building toward orgasm and knew the time had come.  I pulled her legs up to my shoulders and positioned myself at her anal opening then slowly and smoothly pulled into her stopping when my head was fully inside her and then pulled completely out then re-entering with half my shaft.  Then I let her legs down and began to work the rest of my shaft into her yielding opening.  She was pleading for me to be careful, as most women will do at this point.  She was not hurt, but understandably feared getting hurt and there is a difference.  You should never continue if she actually hurts.  I’ve discovered the secret is not to back off here, but to get her dilated and open as soon as possible, before her fears take over and begin tightening her up so I pushed on and in two thrusts I sank the remaining inches inside her and amid her cries of pleasure and fear I could feel my cock balls deep in her hot little anal opening.  Pleasures over whelmed her and she relaxed slightly now getting ass fucked in the missionary position, her body beginning to flow with mine, her pelvis working her clit against my body her voice now screaming out her pleasure at every thrust – her eyes wide and excited.

 

I was going crazy the sensations of virgin asshole driving me wild as her rectum clung to my swollen organ, her body literally begging me to cum inside her with the pleasures she was providing my cock.  I expected her to climax soon, every woman I’d ever taken this way had climaxed form anal sex alone and they were all shocked that they could.  I was  just about crossing the point of no return when she screamed out her sensations once more and began contracting around my manhood and in response I began pouring out my liquid gift into her body, enjoying her final spasms and at last collapsing on top of her my cock sinking fully into her asshole bringing a startled gasp from her.  At last I began to grow limp and pulled out gently tucking a towel between her legs to gather the excess love juices.  She cuddled up next to me and said, “Ooh my God, Thomas. That was the most wonderful sex of my life.  Can you get it up again soon and do me some more?”

 

To be continued…

 

Questions, comments, reactions to my story, or suggestions for future stories please write me.     I’d love to hear from you.

 

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“Tom, your stories are too sexual and not rough enough for those of us on the SM side of aisle.  Even your bondage stories are seeped in overtly considerate sexuality, rather than demanding, even brutal punishment.  What I can’t figure is why you have so women writing you who want you to use them.”

 

“That’s easy.  Unlike you Bruce, or a lot of others in the scene, I do not punish to feed my own fetish or arousal. I don’t get off on causing pain.  I do it to enjoy the woman’s sexual response. 

 

Therefore, reason women want me to take them sexually is that with me, there is no worry that I will lose control and really hurt, or worse, kill them, when lost in the heat of arousal.  It is because I am not overly turned on by being the dominant that I am one seen by many – especially first timers, as a safe person for testing the waters.”

 

“Well try writing something that explores the delight in pain for its own sake.  You never know where it might lead”

 

I thought about what Bruce suggested and decide to try it.  Bruce – here it is.

 

 

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Many years ago there was a flourishing business in specialized sex tourism in certain, mainly Asian countries, that catered to the wealthy in the US and Europe and no desire was too difficult for them to fulfill.  This was long before the term sex tours had been coined and decades before laws would forbid such activities.  Nor were they the cheap go and fuck an underage kid in another country, for next to nothing, business that ruined the trade in recent years.

 

A friend suggested I might enjoy the “family plan” at Tai Plantation Resort and explore the sadistic side of my nature, so I contacted them and while what the rather large price included was not fully spelled out, I gathered that this resort only had one resident guest at any one time and that as a guest I would be amply supplied with submissive sex partners who were theirs to utilized in any way they saw fit.  From what I was told I expected to be given a couple of young adult siblings and the idea of exploring a pair of women from the same family excited me.

 

When I arrived I was introduced to two lovely and very naked young women.  Nee wore long hair down her back extending just over the upper curve of her buttocks.  Her breasts were tiny, less than A cup in size, with small, but markedly erect and very sensual looking nipples.  Her vulva was hairless with no visible hint of her inner labia. (which I would later discover were tiny)

 

Next to her was her polar opposite.  Yule had short hair, an hourglass figure and the largest breasts I had ever seen on a woman her size.  They dominated her chest and torso like two oblong basketball sized but oblong spheres, topped with wide-spreading areolas and perky nipples.  Her vulva too, was completely bald with large inner labia protruding visibly.

 

Their English was fair and their attitudes wonderful.  There were, I discovered to be my personal companions while I was there.  They would service my sexual needs as I wished and serve as my assistants when I participated with my ordered submissives.  They gave me a tour of the oceanfront property and then we returned to my room where they ran me a lovely bath in a huge tub and then bathed me and with me.  Afterwards I enjoyed the tight wetness of their female passages, their bodies thrusting with me back and forth until I had left them each a creamy white deposit deep inside their pink wetness.  Then I told them to pleasure each other which they eagerly did leaving me breathless with arousal and enjoyment as they climaxed repeatedly.    At last they came up for air and seeing my erect hardness they took turns sucking my member to completion one licking my excess juices from the face of the one who had received my powerful streams of white cream.  Then with all of us naked they took me on a tour of the dungeon.

 

There were a number of adjoining rooms each with it’s own supply of floggers, ropes, and clamps in addition to various sex toys.  These were not all for pleasure, but items designed to do real damage such as thumbscrews, flesh rakes, and sharp tipped whips for flaying the skin.  I wondered how much of this was for show and the girl explained that those procured for my pleasure we destined to be severely tortured.  Most subs require extensive recovery after a  session  

 

“You mean they are hired knowing they will be hurt, knowing they will carry the scars?  This is not usual in submissive people – even those who are really into pain”

         

“Oh No.” Yule, began, “Do not concern yourself on their account. We are hired and professionals and you may not do anything to us unless we approve, but they are not.  Nor are they submissive in orientation.  They are yours to break and torture in any way you desire.  Dominate masters, such as yourself are usually very controlled, after all you must be if you are to avoid trouble with the laws in your own country, is this not true?”

 

I nodded and she continued,  “They are not innocent victims.  They are here to be punished.  They have in some way disobeyed the provincial Lord showing the evil taint in their families and without the exceptional mercy granted them by this punishment would have been killed.  The government has seen fit to enter into this agreement with the Tai Plantation Resort’s owners and hence provides us with the most unusual experience for the client and satisfies the government’s desire to extract punishment and payment from otherwise useless citizens.  You are indeed fortunate because of our influence we gain only the most perfectly suited people for our needs and yours.  Those secured for your use, are mostly young and beautiful, all members of a family of six.   They have been being prepared for the last few weeks and we plan for you to begin with them this evening after supper.”

 

“And what happens to them afterward?”

 

“If they do well and our client is happy with they service and suffering – they may be freed, although they may never be fully trusted by officials, so far none have ever violated the laws after their time with us.  Some have gone on to professional sex careers”

 

That evening they dressed in black leather g-strings and Yule wore a shelf bra to better display her huge breasts. Both recommended I go naked.  My cock was already growing semi-erect in anticipation so I delighted in the idea of being free of constricting clothing and hence followed my girls – which was how I thought of them, already the two seemed to be mine, and together we walked to the chambers where they recommended we begin in a flogging room with huge wooden post about the shape of a telephone pole with numerous rings for securing the sub.  Then they left me for a minute or two while they escorted in the woman.

 

As they walked her toward me I sensed two things.  She was clearly submitted to her fate never looking up, and two, that she was no great beauty.  She was in fact an older woman probably pushing into her 40’s with large breasts that flopped downward and what had once been an hourglass figure nor hidden under a layer of baby fat never quite lost and times several babies.  She was not unattractive sexually, in fact she had a great butt, however she was toughened by life and she’d be a job to break.

 

I walked over to her and ran my hands over her body lifting her breasts by the nipples, making her moan in pain cause by the still responsive tips being crushed between my fingers.  Then ordering her legs apart I spent some time feeling up her womanhood which was I discovered had been shaved remarkably smooth and was also remarkably wet with arousal.  Either because of or in spite of her fears (and she had to know she was going to be sexually tortured) she was getting turned on.  “All the better,” I thought.

 

Yule guided her to the post.  I noticed the lower half of the 12-foot post was studded with knobs and understood their use when Nee called me over to a cabinet against the far wall.  In an open drawer she showed me what must have been a score or more dildos of various sizes ranging from large to inhumanly massive all of which had based designed to fit the knobs on the whipping post thus stimulating the victim or depending on the size adding markedly to their agony.  Nee held up her recommendation, which on first glance I was sure would rip our gal in two.  Penis shaped with a huge shaft, I guessed it was some 10 inches around which would be near 3 inches in diameter.  By way of comparison I knew my cock only measured 6.5 inches around this monster dong was a good foot in length topped with a big flaring head that must add another inch in width.  Arching up from the base was a clitoral stimulator that looked like it could make the most prudish woman wanton.  There was nothing I could do but nod my approval.

 

Next she opened a lower drawer and encouraged me to select what ever nipple clamps I desired.  Looking carefully I saw a number of which I had never seen before, but was captivated by a pair with three rows of alligator like steel teeth on each side of the strongly sprung alligator clamps. With these in hand she walked toward the lady and carefully blindfolded her.  Then Yule grabbed a heavy rope that hung from a huge ring set on the top of the post and carefully making sure of its position turned to the woman.   This woman whose hands were in padded leather restraints made no move to object or protest when Nee unclipped them and had her raise them above her head careful helping Yule tie the rope to the ring on each wrist and double knotting for security.  At first I wondered at her submissive attitude when I had been assured this was not her orientation and then realized, just as she must have, that there was no escape and only death awaited her whole family should any of them fail the program.

 

With the rope secured to the victim and looped through the post ring, Yule told me to walk over to the other wall where the rope ended, which I did finding power winch.  The controls were on a simple joystick that I raised and the winch, which was geared very low and slow, gradually removed all the slack form the line where I stopped.  The woman stood uncertain.  With the blindfold in place she could nothing and tell nothing of what was to come.

 

Nee then took the nipple clamps and leaned over sucking the woman’s left nipple while Yule did the same to the right one.  Before long the woman was moaning in sexual pleasure, squirming in her restraints.  Then they both stopped and began to slap the woman’s tits with hard, stinging open hand blows as our victim cried out in fear and pain.  Then the girls applied the clamps and there was nothing gentle in their manner.  They didn’t slowly release the clamps, but positioned them and allowed them to snap shut, the sharp teeth biting into the responsive nipples and the woman stood for a long moment in a silent opening mouth scream, the pain so intense she’d yet to catch her breath and then begin issuing scream after scream of agony as her nipples were literally crushed in the non-yielding teeth of the clamps.

 

Yule then motioned me to elevate the woman so I moved the control and the slowly geared winch began to move dragging the restrained woman roughly up the post the various knobs poking her here the there at random the nipple clamp hanging up occasionally to tug cruelly at her tormented tips before pulling free.

 

Yule motioned me to stop when the woman’s hands were about 2/3 of the way to the top and then carefully placed the huge vibrating dildo onto it mounting knob.  I saw at once that the knobs were designed to hold the dildo upward at about a 50% angle, then Nee and Yule reached up and taking each ankle wrapped the legs around the pole until they ankles could be secured together.  Then a rope hanging from the other side was used to raise the legs until they were horizontal to the body as if our victim was sitting on the ground with her legs out straight in front of her.  Next Nee came over to me and told me that we should no lover her onto the dildo.  Se moved a selector switch to “slow” and engaged the winch which this time began slowly lowering the woman whose cries of agony had now moderated to ragged gasps of pain with each breath. 

 

Blindfolded she could not tell what was happening except that as her butt lowered her legs stayed tied so they seem to elevate as her body taking on the shape of a V moved downward her crouch forming the downward point of the V.  Only when she felt the massive dildo begin separating her labia she pulled up using her arms for leverage but she could only hold for so long and she was still being lowered and in spite of her efforts she screamed as the huge swollen head of the artificial penis entered her womanhood.  She moved this was and that writhing trying to get of this huge invader, but all that happened was it entering her ever deeper.   We paused for a while to watch her hopeless struggle and after the better part of an hour she was exhausted her body wet with perspiration and slowly she yielded to gravity and the rubber cock explored still deeper until at last it disappeared into her warm wet opening.  I walked over to look.  Her juices covered the dildos base and from below one could clearly see her vaginal muscles contracting and relaxing about the massive invader trying to find some comfort amid the pain of penetration.  The clitoral stimulating head was pressed right up the correct place so I turned it on. 

 

One would have though I had electrocuted the woman as the sudden sensations ripped through her body and she literally leaped about in her bounds moving this way and that on the artificial cock.  The girls and I sat on folding chairs to enjoy the show.    It was captivating to watch her struggle with and eventually surrender to the forces attacking her body – the nipple clamps, the huge dildo within her womanhood and not the vibrating, wiggling and squirming, device working her clit.  I reach a hand out toward the girls on both sides of me and pulling aside their thongs, I masturbated them as we watched their cries of pleasure mingling with the restrained woman’s climaxes

 

Then I walked over the selection of punishment devices and opted for a heavy switch that looked like Beech wood.  It was think enough to be brutally damaging and yet flexible so that I wouldn’t be breaking bones. About 5 feet long I eyed my victim and glanced at the girls whole had both removed their thongs and were shamelessly fingering their wet openings while watching me getting ready to punish the bitch.

 

Taking my position to the side I thought about what technique I should use after all I usually punished for pain and pleasure, but now I was not only free to punish for the pure delight of inflicting pain, but I was expected even encouraged to do so.  The girls had made it clear that most subjects were beaten severely and the nearly all would carry scars for the remainder of their life as the government intended so they would never disobey again. Hence I thought about it.  Should I build up slowly?  No! When you are trying to break someone this technique can backfire so they are nearly senseless when you reach severe levels better to shock them with the sudden understanding that you are truly torturing them.  So standing like a batter I took aim at her buttocks and swung hard.

 

The switch made a very satisfying swish through the air and an unbelievable lour crack on her flesh on impact.  She leaped forward; ramming the remaining rubber cock deep inside and her scream was one of pure agony. Which trailed off for another breath and then repeated over and over.  There appeared a vivid red strip, raised welt actually across the mid buttocks.  I waited until she calmed slightly and took aim just slightly lower and swung once more, suddenly aware I was becoming erect from her torment, surprise I was enjoying it and yet ready to explore my own feelings further.  Inflicting punishment was like the ultimate possession of the female body, like the moment my cock enters a woman for the first time, knowing that before the lovemaking ends, it will have explored her vagina, mouth, and anus.  But this was something more in the sense that I was experiencing the power-trip that must motivate killers I realized and yet I knew beyond all doubt that I was experiencing a once in a lifetime opportunity in this week at the resort and that I would learn all I could before returning to my usual sexual expressions.

 

I was sweating heavily when I finished the buttocks and thighs, but Nee and Yule interrupted me and bade me sit down and rest, then took up positions dark, leather whips in their hands and began to alternately cover the shrieking woman’s back with strips stopping before she began to really bled. 

 

Suddenly the woman fainted and Nee and Yule quickly brought her down from the post, removing the bounds and nipple clamps.  Calling the attendants to come wash her up and revive her for more torture in a little bit.  The attendants hauled the limp form away and then both girls knelt before me erection and sucked me to perfection taking some 25 minutes to relieve me a huge load licking my ball and my organ clean then suggesting we all go clean up and have something to eat before finishing our work with the woman.  I looked at my watch was realized it was past midnight, but instead of showering we all jumped in the pool, the cool refreshing water refreshing us.  Then after a nice snack we headed back to dungeon.  The girls and I had talk and everyone agreed that she should be placed in the torture stocks and that I should next torture her breasts and nipples, so we sent word to the attendants to have her ready.

 

Upon entering the room our subject was secured in the torture device.  Looking like a standing sarcophagus with its lid open the woman was carefully fitted inside the hollow heavy leather straps secured her wrists and her ankles, but it was the sarcophagus that I found most astonishing.  It was designed sort of like the old iron madden.  Along side the victim from both the back and front beds of razor sharp nails extended toward the encased victim allowing space for their body to reside inside without contact, as long as they do no move, but any movement will bring contact with the brutal points.  As I watched an adjustable crouch piece was being fitted that placed scores of nail tips a fraction of an inch from the women’s vulva, threatening to cause agonizing pain to her everything between her legs if she moved very much.  When all was set the attendants slowly closed the front being careful with their movements so as not the bring any of the painful surfaces in contact with the woman’ skin. 

 

I immediately noted the front was open over her chest and Nee and Yule each grabbed a tit and made sure they were fully extended outside the box. Then they carefully padded the edges of the sarcophagus where the breasts extended outward with cotton batting building it up on the underside so the women’s breasts in the end were held outward as is on offering.  Nee brought me a flesh tearing whip with sharp tips, but I couldn’t consider it.  If I did that our session would be over and I still wanted to torture the woman’s sex its self.

 

Instead I walked over the selection of switches and whips and selected a very springy bundle of sauna twigs and then saw a few fresh branches of some type of thorn.  The exact plant I was not sure of, but it resembled a long stem rose branch about three feet long and sporting ½ inch triangular thorns, but how to hold it for the beating I wasn’t sure until Yule came over and in a drawer found a stout pair of leather gloves.  Putting these on I approached my victim and laid a stoke across her breasts.  She howled, jerked and howled once more as the sharpened nails met her tender flesh.  My stroke left a reddened path punctuated with bright red blood spots where the thorns had entered her flesh.  Excited I beat her tits accompanied by her continual screams until first one and then the next and finally the last switch became too frayed for further use. 

 

 I looked at the lovely horizontal pattern.  Blood had seemed from hundreds of punctures and colored the cotton a deep red.  Taking the sauna twig bundle, I step in front of her and began beating her tits in a vertical down stroke with as much force as I could muster cutting the flesh and causing what must had been agonizing pain.  At last when her screams trailed off to moans I figured I’d done all I could with the whips and walked back to the drawer where I’d seen some things that interested me.   Taking a large diameter, 8 inch long cutting needle with hole in it’s tip, I worked in through the right nipple as the woman weakly struggled.  I left it dangle and walking over to the storage area I took out a knife.  Both Nee and Yule looked at each other as if wondering if I was planning to start skinning the woman, but I just took one of the many candles and stripped the wax off freeing about 8 inches of wick.  This I cut in half and setting the wicks aside I took the matches and lit a half dozen candle and then taking the wicks I placed on in the needle opening and pulled it back through the nipple leaving about 2 inches hanging out on either side of the now pierced nipple and then repeated the procedure on the left nipple.  I then told the girls I wanted the woman lying down almost like she was having a pelvic exam.  Calling in the attendants they removed the woman from the casket-like enclosure and for the first time we could see her whole body was bloody and scrapped from the nails as if her while body had become one giant abrasion.  The attendants got our a hose and washed the woman off and we could see the except for her breasts the damage was all superficial, but would be undoubtedly painful for many days to come

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The woman was lying on her back her legs secure, pulled way back and spread apart for easy access.  She was back far enough that her labia gapped open and her puckered anal opening were clearly exposed.  At the moment though, I got burning candle and began dripping hot wax over her newly pierced nipples, stopping after a moment to position the wicks transecting her sensitive buds so they pointed upward then built up the wax layer over her nipples. While I did this the girls were busy between her legs.  They had inserted a large butt plug in her asshole and were working her toward orgasm with a hand held vibrator which didn’t take to long.  Even though the woman fought against it, the girls were far too skilled at sexual stimulation to allow her any respite and aggressively attacked her sensitive bud post orgasm as the woman begged them to stop, but they forced her onward and before many minutes passed they had forced a second and then a whole series of climaxes from the confused and tormented woman.  She hated us for torturing her.  Her body was in more pain than she’d ever known and yet we forced her to climax more than she’d ever known she was capable of doing. 

 

When the girls had forced sexual responses from her tormented and over-stimulated clitoris until she was climaxing almost at any touch Nee came to me while Yule continued the stimulation and said she was ready to be pussy whipped.  Together we walled over to the selection of floggers and whips.  I picked up a flogger, but Nee shook her head, handing me the most severely punishing tool I had ever seen.  While only seven feet long including the handle, the 4 ends were fitted with large metal barbs, designed to tear and cut.   I had Nee show the woman the nasty tips of the whip and then explain that I was going to light the wicks in her nipples and the only way to put them out was for her to beg me to use the whip on her nipples.  Her eyes rolled in panic casting about the room as if looking for escape but there would be none and she was bound tightly.  My cock was solid and hard and thought about fucking her ass whole before starting but Nee read my thought and said, ”She doesn’t deserve your cock, we will take care of all your needs.”

 

So moving to the foot of table the woman was restrained on I asked Yule to stop and she moved out of the way leaving the woman’s sex exposed and wet.  I asked Nee to light the wicks and she grinned wickedly delighting in the pains she was about to cause.  The woman was wild when Nee lit both ends of each wick even though the flame was not even touching the skin – yet!  She was so distracted by being set aflame that she didn’t see me prepare the first blow, but the ends of the whip cutting into her shaved vulva and clitoral hood awoke her to the fact. 

 

Her body was so trained to respond after the last several minutes that she climaxed in the micro-second before the pain sensations reached her brain.  We all laughed at her contorted and screaming form, clearly confused by the mixed sensations forced upon her.  I altered my aim the next few blows working to get the weighted tips inside her vaginal opening, learning to flex my hand back after impact and soon was rewarded by seeing her whole vulva and thighs split by score of lacerations that bled freely as she screamed non- stop but the candles wicks were still burning and soon the pain in her nipples would get her attention.

 

My next stroke of the whip caught the base of the but plug as I pulled it back and it ripped violently out of anus causing the loudest scream yet, followed by a trickle of fresh blood form her torn opening.  Suddenly the flame was low enough to her skin to cause pain and she began screaming for us to put it out. 

 

Do you want the whip? Nee asked?

 

“Anything?  Please!” More screams and begging.

 

Taking aim at her left breast I flailed the whip into it jerking back, ripping and tearing her already abused orbs.  The flame faltered and recovered.  I brought the whip down and second and third time before the tiny flame died.  Then I aimed for the other nipple.  Here the wax was well alight the whole dark nipple glowing pink in the light.  It took several strokes to fully extinguish the flames and by the time I finished the woman as lying incoherent and limp, mumbling unintelligibly.  Nee called for the attendant to come and take her to the government hospital prison wing and they quickly carry her out.

 

I looked at Yule and she is rubbing her self and cupping her breasts with her other hand.  My cock is still hard and I realize that it wasn’t about sex as much as power, but now I want to use the power of sex for mutual pleasure rather than pain.  Yule and Nee come and walk with me back toward out quarters.  Nee stops up by a otherwise plain door and opens a small viewing window and I realize it is one way glass.  She motions me to look in and there laying nude on a bed is one of the most perfectly formed young women I’ve ever seen, her large firm breasts pointing skyward, nipples topping them like snow on mountains and a flat belly and shaved vulva making her look like a painting of Venus.

Nee shuts the viewing window and we walk along. 

 

“Who was that?” I ask.

 

“That is the woman’s daughter.  She is 17 and she is your tomorrow.”

 

Part two, depending on the comments.

 

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Thus sexually frustrated women of all ages, single and married began to present in doctor’s offices with all manner of semi-vague symptoms, none of which fit any specific diagnosis except profound sexual frustration combined with the generalized, but very real discomfort of the unrelieved engorgement do to naturally occurring arousal (the female version of blue balls).  This mix of symptoms was eventually classified as the symptoms of female hysteria and encompassed both the physical and emotional manifestations.  Women, especially wives, were not expected to be sexually responsive creatures and few men knew how to truly pleasure their partners, hence for many a married women the marital bed consisted of frequent intercourse and accompanying arousal and yet virtually no relief, not from their spouse or themselves.  Teenage girls faced the same problem with massive hormonally induced arousal and no approved avenue for release.

 

The solution was simple cheap and profitable for the doctors.  They would manually masturbate the women to orgasm or orgasms as the case may be, although they didn’t refer to their treatments in this manner.  Nevertheless when a female of any age underwent such therapy the doctor sent them on their way feeling much better and sure to return whenever they were in need of more treatments for their condition.  It wasn’t unusual in those days for some children and including young female hardly into their teens to be routinely masturbated.   It not only guaranteed satisfied patients, but the profits formed a significant percentage of doctor’s incomes.

 

The story that follows in fiction, but it is based upon fact.  The circumstances about a certain young woman are recorded only in fragmentary form, but the event happened and while this was written about as an extreme case, there must have been scores if not hundreds or even thousands of lesser cases of girls considered to be horrifyingly abnormal just because they dared express an interest in satisfying their God given sex drive.

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The year is 1889 in France and a 13 year-old named Josette Legard is being seen for hysteria and intractable masturbation in the office of Dr. Blundell.  It is her sixth visit in the last few months.  Dr. Blundell has tried most everything he could think of and yet nothing has worked from chastity belts to restraints.  The last visit he had used a metal probe, heated red hot to burn the girl’s clitoris causing her extreme agony at the time, but as soon as the burn had healed, she once more began to manifest symptoms of wantonness.  He’d decided to consult a college at the University Medical College a Dr. Jeher who recommended a most unusual experimental treatment.

 

Hence little Josette found herself removed from her mother’s side and escorted into the medical college and prepared for treatment.  She was stripped then placed in stirrups where her tiny new grown pubic hair was completely shaved, after which she was given numerous colonics, then exhausted she was led nude to a bed where she was tied spread-eagle and the nurses applied oil to her whole body teasing her sexually responsive areas to the point of climax repeatedly but leaving her tied, sexually frustrated and completely infuriated until she at last slept in her impotent rage.  Her writhing and arousal were considered evidence of her disorder.  The next morning before sunup she was awakened, untied, allowed to void and then escorted still completely nude throughout much of the hospital in front of men and women, staff and visitors until at last she was escorted into an operating theater with a large observation area in which were seated scores of doctors and researchers all assembled for her treatment and she was appalled as any young girl would be to be so terribly exposed – shaved and naked before all these men, but she knew not that the worst was still to come.

 

The theater had an exam table with the head raised and stirrups for pelvic exam in place.  However unlike a normal exam table this one had two glistening metal cylinders pointing up toward the head of the table at a 45-degree angle.  They were about 10 inches long and maybe measured 4 inches around, so there were not huge, but as any virgin would she saw with some insight what they might be used for and shuddered in fear.

 

She was surrounded by, white-coated men, who suddenly lifted her in the air and onto the table where she found her legs held far apart, her exposed sex facing the crowd and then a thick salve was swabbed over her vaginal opening and thickly over her tiny anal passage.  Josette, have realized her body was designed for a purpose and like most young people she’d nor been blind with animals mated, and she understood on some level that the man’s organ should enter her womanhood, but until this moment she’d never dreamed that something the size of those metal cylinders could be forced inside her tiny passage, but clearly they intended to do just that and as that thought became clear in her mind they moved her forward both metal object entering her un-aroused body the anal one forcing her passage wider than she’d ever been dilated while the vaginal probe found and painfully tore her hymen as she writhed in agony in the arms of her unexpected torturers.  There was no sounds in the huge room except for her screams as the men ignored her pain and terror forcing the probes all the way in laid her down on the bed as strong leather straps were cinched down to hold her in place. When all was set her screams had, at last, died down to moaning as her body adjusted to the violations.  Then one of the gathered doctors reached into a large basin of some type of liquid she’d not noticed before suspended over burner with a small blue flame.  Her body tensed as he reached toward her sex and suddenly she changed gears as his fingers smooth and light as silk covered her outer labia and shaved mound with delightfully hot oil. She involuntarily uttered a soft sound of pleasure.  He probed into the basin once more and this time his finger traced a path along each inner lip, coating, rubbing and then taking the tiny pink fold her rubbed up and down, gently tugging and pulling, the action exposing her tiny clitoris that even now was swelling and growing massively from a tiny node the size an small pea to it erect glory nearly ½ inch long.   Next his fingers traced the tissues were the probes disappeared in her at the opening of her womanhood and then along the tightly stretched anal passage. Josette could feel herself responding with eagerness.  She was ready to climax if only he would touch her where she really needed it, even the pain of the violation would not stop her climax.

 

He reached for the oil once more and the minute his hand touched her engorged organ she exploded into orgasm and for the first time the gathered assembly made some noise as oohs and aahs met her displayed sexuality, but she had little time to contemplate her complete and total exposure and humiliation because his attentions were still focused upon her clitoris. 

 

Josette was over the peak of her climax and as the waves of pleasure settled down the attention she was receiving on her displayed clitoris did not diminish becoming markedly uncomfortable.  She fought against her restraints begging them to stop, pleading with them, but her cries fell on deaf ears.  I can’t take this she thought suddenly aware she was wet, her chest covered in perspiration from the effort of her sexual stimulation and after about ten minutes she seemed to change gears and her organ of pleasure began responding with pleasure to the oiled fingers playing upon it and she built her orgasm rapidly. Until suddenly she found release once more.  And so it continued for the next two hours the time interval shortening until she could hardly determine the end of one climax and beginning of the next.

 

Then somehow her body shifted something internal and the contact seemed to fade away into the background as if her body knew she needed rest from the constant onslaught of sexual pleasures.  She relaxed for a minute, but those treating her were not pleased with her resting and they knew how her body responded better than she did.  Her eyes flew open her rest over as a pair of hands cupped her barely developing breasts.  Gentle, oiled fingers kneaded her ultra-sensitive nipples, forcing her to arch her back in pleasure and she once more entered a string of orgasms, her voice echoing in the chamber as her poor restrained body was strained by the pleasures they were determined to wring out of her. 

 

So it continued, though out the day and into the night, except for very brief breaks for fluids and to allow the girl to void before being once more forced painfully to accept the metal penetration and the non-stop assault upon her tender sex – now painfully inflamed and raw from friction in spite of the lubrication used.   Teams of doctors relieved each other regularly, but their was no relief for their poor tormented victim, suffering the torments of pleasure as her engorged organ simply refused to shut down and her climaxes seemed to become more intense and powerful, each one seeming to convulse her whole being, forcing screams of pleasure from her throat which gradually became more and more raspy and weak as her voice went still begging them to stop, begging them to show some mercy, but they were convicted that they were in the right and doing what was right for her, hence the excused themselves from humanity and continued in their own course.  

 

As time past the medical team learned to rely upon her body language because her voice was absolutely gone.  By down it was obvious that Josette was so exhausted that the experiential treatment could not be extended much longer before she lost consciousness, but they team decided to see her full capacity and as the day progressed the gallery filled once more and soon was standing room only until at last in early afternoon Josette fell mercifully into darkness and the test concluded.

 

As she lay unaware score of the medical staff came forward and see and touch – examine they would claim her large clitoris proving that they would allow her now rest even when unaware of their manipulations.  At last she was taken to be cleaned by the nursing staff and tucked in bed.  When she awakened the pain in her vulva was severe, most of the skin over her clitoris literally rubbed off in spite of the lubrication.

 

Meanwhile in his office Dr. Jeher writes to Dr. Blundell that only time will see if the over stimulation will bring about the long hoped for cure.  She had been amazingly capable of response and had achieved release more than 125 times in 30 hours or on average about once ever 15 minutes.  He concluded, “therefore I cannot be certain of any outcome.  I believed the child should be carefully observed.  Should there be significant recurrence, I suggest radical amputation of the female organ and any related tissue.”

 

 

Author’s note:  It is not surprising that this period is sometimes referred to as the Great Terror.

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Perhaps I should explain about myself.  I am a 19 year-old college student and involved in a long distance relationship that allows me only a few days a year to get fucked.  Needless to say I spend a lot of time masturbating and in a search for some type of satisfaction, I’ve turned to my fantasies of BDSM to maintain my arousal.  I’ve had some of the best climaxes of my life in my fantasies of nipple torment.  My favorite has been a recurring idea for years and in it I imagine being alive back in the old fashioned puritan days and for some minor offense I an sentenced to the town stocks.  I always picture them in a different way than you might think.  In my mind I am made to strip naked my hands tied behind my back forcing my breast to jut outward for all to see and then I am led naked and exposed throughout the entire town to the town center where they is a special stock just for women.  There is a seat and built into the seat is a huge wooden phallus, blacked from the thick axle grease used to condition and lubricate it before each woman.  As I watch the massive organ is smeared with the tarry lubricant and the two male executioners – at least that is how I view them guide me over to it.  Then placing one arm behind my back and the other under each thigh they lift me up and line up my tiny female opening with the huge wooden cock and then violently shove me down fully impaling me, the huge girth making me scream in pain as it violates my very tight passage.  Then a horizontal stock in lowered securing my hands and neck upright so I appear like a perpetual robbery victim with my hands raised upright.  Finally a smaller stock is slid in front of my chest carefully selected from a variety of available sizes the round openings chosen so that they will be just a little too small for my full breasts and my tender tissue is forced into the opening as the top closes crushing my breasts and forcing them obscenely outward in an exaggerated posture, as if they were being offered to the crowd that surrounds me jeering and mocking me.  By now my breath is coming in ragged gulps and my body covered in perspiration as my tits slowly turn purple.  Finally two huge spring loaded clamps are placed on my nipples crushing them as I scream and scream in pain and pleasure displayed for all the world to see as I suffer and climax over and over like the wicked little whore I am.  Worst is that fact that displaced as I am I can be touched, tortured of abused in anyway my fellow townspeople wish.

 

When I first read my master’s stories they had this same fine quality of suffering and pleasure and I begged him to be my Master even if only long distance and he agreed, but only if our long distance relationship would eventually move on to an in-person encounter.  He understood even if I didn’t that what appeals in fantasy, does not always arouse in reality.  Today my first session is mild by the terms of my fantasies, but my Master wanted me to enjoy my first real time. 

 

I am to take some clothes pins and slowly place four of them on the areolas of my nipples one on each side like the four points of the compass and then leave them in place while I masturbate for ten minutes seeing if I can overcome and pain and climax. 

 

It was a lot harder than I thought but I came once, almost running out of time first.  I removed the pins wondering at the new pain, sharp and acute as the blood found my damaged tissues.  I look at the page I’d printed with my Master’s commands.  Next I am to place on pin on each nipple and masturbate by hand until I am ready to cum and them as I cum, I am to pull them off the tips of my nipples NOT releasing the pressure.  He wrote: THIS WILL HURT SIGNIFICANTLY MY PET.  PLEASE SUFFER FOR THE LOVE YOU HAVE FOR ME. I WANT TO HEAR YOUR CRIES OF PAIN AND PLEASURE!

 

I work and work at my climax but they thought of the pain at my peak inhibits me.  As my ten minutes are running out I resort to placing a finger up my asshole, fucking my tightest passage and soon I am over the edge climaxing letting out a small shriek as my sensitive tits are pinched brutally by the releasing pins.  I gasp as my body continues to ride to waves of my shattering orgasm now somehow linked, in fact enhanced by the sharp pain in my ultra-responsive nipples.

 

I am surprised to see my chest coated in perspiration, my nipples glistening in the light as I looked at my Master’s last instruction for the day.  Quickly I gather the material he asked for – somehow he knows intuitively what I have in hand and is skilled as using common household items as bondage tools.  Soon  I have placed an empty hanger in the clothes rod and then hooked the skirt hanger to the empty hanger so that it can hang down level with my nipples.  I slide the stiff metal clamps usually used to hold my leather skirt until they line up with my nipples although I find I am just a fraction of an inch to short so I will have to stand on tip toe if I do not want my nipples stretched too far.  Then I set my timer for ten minutes and I place my favorite pink vibrator in my mouth and getting in position I open the first clamp and place it on my left nipple.  The pain as I release the metal clamp is much stronger than the clothespins and I suck in my breath and try to get the other clamp on before I lose my nerve.  When it is in place both my nipples are crushed buy a strong metal clamp and any movement I make results in them being brutally pulled on by the hanger.  I grab the vibrator desperate to do anything to take my mind off my tormented nipples and standing on my tiptoes I reach the vibrator on my clit.

 

I completely shocked myself by climaxing just moments after making contact and the ten minutes dissolve into a flurry of climaxing over and over as my Master’s control over me forcing me to cum again and again for him.  It is with positive sadness that the timer ends my sexual torture, but the Master was blunt that I had to obey his time restraints to avoid tissue damage on parts he wanted for his pleasure. 

 

So I lay here exhausted and wondering what can be done to me next.  I never cum more than twice at a time and tonight it must have been six or eight times.  Please Master, don’t make me wait long for my next session.

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The first box contained a large, a really, really large rubber phallus with a suction cup.  Every detail was correct from its huge head to the network of veins and huge, swollen sack ending in a large suction cup.  I ran my fingers over the length wondering if I could handle what My Master would demand me to do with this toy.  It was so much bigger than any man I’d ever had, bigger than any of my fantasies.  I could hardly reach my hands around it girth and I got out a tape to measure it.  It measured 14 inches long and 8 and ½ inches around.  The thickest guy I’d ever fucked had been 6 and ½ inches around and most were only half as long as this 14 inch monster.  I tried to suck on the tip and could barely get the head in my mouth.  I liked it pretending it was Master’s cock and I longed for his body beside me, his hands taking me further, and his desires feeding my own, until I melted into him completely.  My pussy was flooding, my nipple crinkling hard with arousal and I squirmed in my chair, suddenly climaxing.

 

When I came back to earth I began to wonder about my climax.  I had come just from anticipation and fantasy about the cock I held in my mouth.  They thought of My Master taking me, in person, had yielded a complete and total sexual response from my body and mind.  I opened the second package and found two items designed, I thought, for my nipples, but I was at a loss to tell exactly how they worked.  There was a cup-like opening for the nipple and a large suction cup on the other side.  Clearly the nipple was to be drawn though the tiny neck by suction, however when I looked up the opening was blocked by what looked like metal spikes pointed toward the middle like spokes on a wagon wheel.  There was no way my nipples were going to get through metal no matter how much suction.

 

I picked up My Masters letter and read the familiar salutation that never fails to make my pussy respond.  “My Dearest Slut Slave,” Everyone I knew, everyone I was friends with, everyone who had ever been a lover knows me as a shy, perhaps even prudish woman, but My Master understood I was really a dirty little slut needing punishment, needing to be sexually used and tortured, needing to be forced to cum over and over.  “Take petroleum jelly and thoroughly coat you nipples pulling them outward as far and as hard as you can.”  Oh with pleasure Master,” I say out loud entering into my fantasy.  I work my nipples forcing them erect and stiff and pull them very hard as the slip slowly free from my fingers only to be pinched once more by my eager fingers and tugged forward until I am working them with real passion, my moans becoming audible and pleasure filled, my whole cunt tingling with anticipation. 

 

“Now it is time to apply the suction cups.  Please be aware my pet that these are going to cause you some pain in application and a lot more in removal.  They are designed to cut your nipples when removed and you will have to apply the white powder to keep the cuts clean and to increase your pain.  Have the bag open and ready for use.  Be aware that once applied there is no way out except for the pain so carefully consider.”  I was past consideration, my body on fire.  I only wanted the increased passion that danger and pain brought.  I wanted My Master to do evil things just like this to me.  I so wanted to be sexually hurt.  The thought of being tortured until my nipples bled nearly made me cum again.

 

I looked once more at the devices and poked a finger tip up toward the neck and found the pins were actually wheel like devices that would turn as my nipple entered and move with them allowing easy entry.  I placed it over my left nipple and began to repeatedly squeeze the suction cup the Vaseline allowing the metal cup a airtight seal .  It was as if a forceful mouth had taken my sensitive nipple into its warmth and was sucking it ever further into its depths and my body loved the sensation.  My tip had met the metal pin barrier and was pulled through the opening which was much tighter than I had thought and a tiny degree of pain surged up from my stretching nipple as the who of it entered and narrow neck and moved beyond the tightness of the pins now centered way at the base of my nipple the flesh of my areola now being pinned firmly in the device.  I stopped and let the heavy metal object hang form my nipples bringing all sorts of new and mostly painful sensations as it tugged and pulled at my fully aroused nipple.  I quickly applied the other to my right nipple knowing I would gain no relief from my arousal until My Master saw I suffered, as I deserved to, for being a dirty slut.

 

I left both of them on my nipples their weight dragging my upturned nipples downward and I read the next line of My Master’s letter.  “Next find the two cords I included and you will see one end has a small loop.  Take the ends without the loop and tie one to each of the small metal loop on the nipple clamps.  Then take the big cock and attach it to the wall just the right height to fuck you from behind.  Position yourself just in front of that big cock and then lean over and touch your toes and while you are there slip the cords loop over your big toes, then lean back and fuck my hard cock.”

 

It was diabolical!  I had to lean so far over my nipples were in agony if I applied any pressure at all to the cords and I couldn’t avoid doing it while I fucked the rubber cock and I wanted to feel the monster inside of me more than anything.  I leaned back feeling the horse sized dong enter me, gasping and grunting like the little whore I am, but the nipple pain became sharper with each movement and I saw little drops of fresh, bright red, blood begin seeping from under the clamps and down my breasts.

 

I was so excited that I watched the blood with casual indifference and a certain pride in the fact that I was truly being tortured.  The main distraction though was this huge item buried in my needy little cunt.  I thrust back and forth on the rubber dong my cries audible for all the world to hear.  If anyone else heard my sounds they must have know I was having the hell fucked out of me.  The organ ran its large head up against my front vaginal wall in a way nothing ever has and pushed me steadily on toward climax but the pressure was light and fleeting and involuntarily my desperate need for climax forced me upright.  Both clamps pulled free of my nipples in a brief searing moments of sharp biting pain and then impaled by the large cock I climaxed as pleasure and pain mixed and fought with each other for mastery. 

 

As my spasms began to die away I saw my nipples were covered in blood while drops ran down my firm white breasts, following the curving undersides to my chest wall and some red tracks were working down my ribs toward my belly.  Fascinated, I broke out of my fantasy for a moment to get the digital camera and took shot after shot my myself using the timer, the tripod and even my reflection in the mirror.  Then as blood still welled up from my damaged nipples I picked up My Masters letter.

 

“Take a handful of the white crystals in each hand the rub the palm-full over your nipples.  The pain will increase.  As it does take you crystal covered hands and let them take turns slapping you hot, wet pussy as hard as you can until you cum.  Then you can clean up and play as much as you wish”

 

Taking the white powdery substance in my hands I cupped my nipples rubbing them vigorously for just a few moment before the pain began and I realized it was crystallized salt being rubbed in my wounds quite literally.  I panted in pain for a moment and then desperately began slapping at my clit, salt flying from my fingers and after just a few impacts I realized that the tiny abrasive crystals were producing micro cuts all over my pussy lips and clit, which began to burn an hurt and yet I couldn’t stop.  Relief was a climax and I pushed brutally onward until at last I found blessed relief in my rhythmic contractions of pleasure and then stumbled toward the shower, all my pleasure centers hurting and damaged, yet over sensitized for pleasure which left me unaccountable aroused.

 

When clean I could see my nipples has been cut multiple times from the base to the tip in a rising spiral as cleanly as if done with a razor.  Only upon reflection did I realize the “pins” were actually sharpened blades, dull on the entry side but surgically sharp on the other.  The spiral effect can from the blades honed and beveled edge.  The cuts were already clotted and nearly invisible except at very close range.  It was more than amazing – it was artistic and erotically charged to see such sexual art cut into my body.  I reached for the shower massage and directed it between my legs a soft purring noise coming from my throat as I drifted back into pleasure.  “Oh Master, I hope you can taker me in person soon.”

     

 

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Because I live, not too far from Thomas, way up in the mountains, I commute to work down toward the city and the long drive is not easy on a woman’s bladder.  You men got lucky in your body design, but we have to make room for some much more inside, uterus, ovaries, and of course our vagina and to accommodate all this important equipment we got short changed on our bladder size.  Hence, I have learned the best places to pee on the way to and from work.  About three-fourths of the way home there is a small parking area owned by the park service that is used by whitewater outfitters to put groups in and out of this rather famous whitewater river.  There are several porta-potties, which are rarely used except on weekends and it is placed just perfectly to provide relief when I feel like I can’t drive another mile without relief.

 

One Monday after work I found myself swinging into the parking area barely able to notice the gloriously warm summer day, after a rainy weekend because I had to go so bad.  I ran from my car to nearest potty – the handicapped one and not bothering to close the door I yanked up my skirt and pulled my thong aside unwilling to wait even long enough to pull it down.  I peed, sighing audibly in relief when I noticed something odd in the potty with me.  On the wall was a small coat hook on which was suspended a light pink bikini and a note.  Curious I stood and took a closer look.  The outside said, “please read” and I reached up and brought the bikini down so I could un-pin the note.  Suddenly feeling self-conscious for no apparent reason I latched the potti’s door before I sat back down on the toilet seat and opened the note, which read:

 

Please excuss my poor English.  My family come to this place from our country just three years ago when I was ten and five years.  My country very constrictive of woman expresses her sex love, but from an early year I discover my response and even rarely I had relation with nice boy whose opened my womanhood but he move with family and I have no man for more than a year leaving me eager, I think American word horny. 

 

This weekend my girlfriend and I were planned to go on raft trip with a bunch of people from college.  My cousins Manny and his brother Rob were driving us, but at last minute she get tummy illness and I almost cancel but decide I bored, I want have good day, do fun things.  My cousins are nice young men, who I not know real well, as they are distance relatives.  We had so much stuff in car that we all ride in front, me in middle and I begin to be concerned because I’d just got up and put on tee shirt planning to put bikini on later before we start.  No one notice, even at a couple of feet away, but right next to them, they see my breasts more free and tease me, the younger one not driving even try to touch me and I hesitate to make him stop because it make feels good, but I shove his hands away my nipple hard and push the tee shirt now.  They now tease talk sex talk the whole way, telling about what they do to girls and asking what I like.  I no talk, but I have trouble sitting because I so wet and so want relief so much.

 

Then it began raining, first a few drops, but by the time we get here it is heavy and with thunder, it is clear trip is canceled. No one else show up in parking. I need go bathroom and even tho rain come down I get out and run in here to go.  I brought my bag with me planning to pun on my bikini under my clothes before we drive back home to protect from cousins hands.  I pulled my shorts off and ran my hand between my legs and I am very wet from the sex talk and my fingers begin moving in a circle around my small center and I am almost complete when the door opens and Manny, the oldest rushes in, the rain soaking his shirt just from his short trip from the parking area. 

 

“What’s keeping you?” He asked before looking at me then he stares at me.  My white tee shirt is clear see from the rain and he sees my nipples very hard with excitement and cold., but I can’t stop, my body is hanging on the edge of release and I could not have held back had my own father walked in.  Somehow the evil of what I doing in front of someone made it that much better and my legs stated to shake as I gain relief, my pleasure expanding throughout my body in waves while I screamed out again and again, my fingers making small wet sounds between my legs.

 

When I began to recover I see Manny naked his organ stiffly poking out as he came over and pulled my shirt off laving me in just my sandals.  He push me to the side and bend me over having me hold the rail for support and then he force himself inside of me as I cried out over and over, “No you cousin, we not allowed,” but he just push in all the harder his fingers running all over my breasts, and then he pull my nipples hard.  I think they will rip off, but feel so good I beg him not to stop and to pull my nippis even harder. I was such an evil woman fuck my cousin and enjoying the sin so much.

 

He suddenly began grunting and his trusting wild making me scream so loud that he brother come rushing in from the car and seeing what we were doing pulled off his outfit and before a pair minute pass he replace his brother in my vagina his organ very much in proportionally his brothers organ double. I never think even a baby so large as he make me open, using his hands to painfully slap my hanging breasts as me cry in pain and fear as he used me.

 

I am just getting used to his rough placing organ inside me when he pull out and sits on toilet seat while his brother leads me over and guides me to plant his organ inside my passage while facing him.  Once more the large organ separated my woman opening and as I worked him inside he began roughly sucking and biting my nipples making me willing for his whole large organ.  Then I feel a rubbery wet sensation on my anus and I horror to understand that the older brother was planning to enter me in this forbidden place and I cannot stop it.  Thanks he still wet from being inside me but, while it no hurt I still felt as if his whole arm go in my bowels.  I somehow didn’t pass out but when they where both completely inside me then began moving and soon they trust fast in both orifices my rectum the only time a man enter. 

 

At last I can tell they are getting ready to finish and I am more worried than pleased when all of suddenly I have biggest pleasures of my life my body exploding , my mind almost unaware of anything but pleasure as they fill my opening with their emissions. I fall atop Rob unable to but scream over and over until they complete inside my body. When they at last pull out I am still so weak they guide me to the seat.  I listen to their talk and grow red from shame that they will think I  wicked.

 

“How’d you get the little one interested?” Rob asked his brother.  “She was cold as ice in the car.  Never saw such a self-controlled girl.” 

 

“Just walked in and she was wanking herself – didn’t even stop when I walked in.”

  

Rob then told me he’d never seen a woman rub herself and I had to show him what I’d showed his brother.  I refuse, but he said he tell my parents I such a whore unless I do it and reluctantly and move my legs apart and begin rubbing my feel good places.  Before long pass it feel better and I start enjoy some and close my eyes while I rub.  I still very wet and in put fingers inside my wet. 

 

In a while when I open my eyes the cousins are both rubbing their man parts and they are hard.  I never saw this either and it makes me hot for them hard inside me then I remember my best, I think the word is favorite idea to rub by and that is sharing my body with another woman.  I bring wet fingers to my mouth and taste the women taste and think what another woman will taste like and suddenly I am pleasured and crying out loud as something warm hits my cheek and breasts and my eyes open once more I see the guys sending streams of cum all over my tits and my hands cup my own tits rubbing it all over but in my mind it is all woman juices leaked over my face and nipples.

 

We all walked naked to the chilly river and wash up then get dressed for drive home.  My cousins have been the best man experience of my life and they play with my body all the way home.  It was so wicked, woman not to have two men at one time, let alone relations but it was best ever.  So I thought all day today at college and drove out here to place this in the same location.  If you woman who has desire too, please take and wear my bikini to the Johnson Lake each this summer. I will go every Saterday and it I see you I will know you are the one and my body is yours.  Please only take if you are willing to do this.

Love, Casandrea

 

By the time I reached the closing lines I was nearing my second climax, my pussy dripping with arousal and own fingers soaked with my juices traveling back and forth to my mouth as I tasted my own love nectar and thought what Casandrea’s must be like a hot college girl some ten years my junior, but just as inexperienced as I with women.  I moaned as my second climax tore through my body then I stood took my new Bikini to the car and got out a sheet of paper from my briefcase, wrote briefly and taking the pin used to attach her note went back to the potty.  It only took a moment and I looked at my handy work.  Hanging where the bikini had been was my thong the crouch completely soaked with my female juices and a short note:

 

“Message received.  Looking forward to it.  Love, Samantha”

 

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