Michelle Ch. 9
The Bondage Club (Pt2)
by NiteWriter
(May 2003)
Peter begins showing off his new slut and allows others to enjoy abusing her
too. Michelle craves Peter so much that she can not refuse him anything.
Subjected to extreme pain she's forced to submit further and show what a
worthless needy whore she really is.
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After a few minutes Peter returned. He was completely naked. He grabbed the
chain attached to Michelle's breasts and pulled making her
crawl out the door again and down the hall and into another small room.
There were five other men waiting inside. They were completely naked too and
quickly gathered in front of Michelle to get a look at her
huge breasts. She figured that Peter must have told them what went on earlier in
the next room.
"What did you to her," one of the guys asked inspecting her swollen rope bound
breasts. Michelle looked up to see who asking.
"I injected a solution into her tits," Peter replied.
"And she let you do that to her," he continued.
Peter answered, "She agreed to it. Said she wanted to be a slut with big tits."
That wasn't completely true, but what did it matter anyway? Peter was obviously
making her out to be a whore that would do anything.
The way she looked they had no reason to believe otherwise.
Another of the men reached out to touch them. He gently squeezed her stretched
swollen breasts with a couple fingers. "My God they're
so firm."
"Rings too, huh? Did you just put them in," he asked?
"Yep," Peter answered.
"Yeah, I thought I heard some screaming. Must have been her," the guy commented
flicking one of the nipple rings with his finger.
Then one of the others started directing questions to Michelle. "Do you like
being Peter's whore?"
After a moment's pause she replied, "YEssss,...." whimpering out. "He makes me
cum so hard."
"Really!! You mean.... from the pain," he asked?
"Uhh..." Michelle stuttered a minute feeling ashamed to admit it. "Uhhh yes... I
don't know why.... but.... but I like it."
Michelle looked up beginning to feel more embarrassed from the questioning.
These strange men were asking about her brutal treatment.
She realized how odd her answers must sound that she liked what Peter had been
doing to her.
"Yeah I know women like you," one guy commented. "As soon as they get a taste of
being treated like a slut...they can't get enough.
They need the abuse... the torture ... the pain... is that want you like? Are
you a filthy little pain slut that can't get enough?"
Michelle couldn't believe what she was hearing. Is that what she had turned in
to, she thought? Had she become a greedy slut in need of
being dominated.., abused.., beaten.., and used for any whim that Peter could
imagine? She couldn't help herself even in her thoughts
because the answer was... YES... She didn't even realize while they were asking
questions that she was getting excited and had her fingers
between her legs rubbing her pussy.
Michelle looked at Peter. "Oh Peter.. make me cum... please... make me cum. I
need it. Hurt me... Use me... I'll do anything for you."
She humiliated and submitted herself to Peter in front of these men. She was
begging for more. This was hardly the sweet little housewife
from a few days ago.
Peter looked around at all the guys. "What to see my bitch scream and beg?"
Of course they were all up for seeing a filthy slut get abused. "Where the fuck
did you find this bitch," one guy asked amazed at what he
just heard. "What a hot fuckin' whore. And she's begs for it too!"
"She works for me." Peter answered. "I fuck around with her in the office and
then she goes home to her husband."
"You're a lucky fuckin' bastard." They all had a hard time believing she was
married and submitted herself like this. But they were envious
of Peter for owning her like he did. All Michelle could do was listen to them
while they decided what they were going to do to her. She
just wanted to cum.
Peter selected a thin wooden bamboo cane from the assortment of bondage and S&M
equipment hanging on the wall. It was roughly four
feet-long and had some flexibility to it. He waved it thought the air making
this whistling sound.
"So is this what you want slut," he asked Michelle sternly? From the sound of
the cane as he swung it, she knew this was going to be a
pretty brutal beating.
"Yes my Master. "I just want to please you." That was the first time Michelle
called Peter her Master. Even with her breasts engorged
with the solution she realized that she needed more. Her breasts hurt. The pain
inside them was constant. But she knew that eventually
she would get used it.
This is exactly what Peter wanted. He wanted a whore with big breasts so he
could use them and abuse them. And she wanted to be that
whore, even if she had to endure pain and be subjected to the constant breast
torture.
The other men stepped back waiting for Peter to begin. He swung the cane
whistling it through the air...."SWISSSSSHHHHH!!!!"
"OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!................"
The room filled with Michelle's scream. And it didn't stop. The cane struck
Michelle's swollen stretched breasts right above her nipples.
"How's that you filthy cunt? Does it hurt?" Peter asked.
As he quickly pulled it back from her breasts, a welt formed on each one
instantaneously. The intensity of Michelle's deafening scream
continued as... "SSMMAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!................." "OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU...."
The
cane impacted again striking her sore pierced nipples.
Michelle grabbed her breasts in agony holding them. She was crying out, "they
hurt so much... Oh they hurt..." But still she felt that
twinge in her cunt.
Peter handed the cane to one of the men. "Ever have the pleasure of whipping a
set of tits like that," he asked?
Fuck No," he blurted.
"Go ahead... give it to her," Peter offered. "Everyone gets two cracks at her
tits."
All of them were excited at the idea. Peter went behind Michelle and grabbed her
arms pulling them backwards. This made her breasts jut
out and bulge from her chest. And the tightly bound ropes only complimented
their tremendous size.
The first guy raised his arm and swung the cane at her tits. Michelle was
totally exposed the way Peter had her positioned.
"SMMAAACCKKKKK!!!" The hard bamboo cane struck right across both breasts. "UUUUUUHhhhhhhhhhhh...."
Michelle yanked free from Peter doubling over in pain. The fullness of her
breasts from the swelling and the injected solution seemed to
increase the pain more than anything she'd felt before. Peter grabbed her arms
again pulling her back up. This time he cuffed her hands
behind her back. Then he moved in front and picked up the chain that was
attached to her nipple rings.
"She won't move now," Peter assured the others. He tugged on the chain extending
her nipples outward.
"Whaaaccckkk!!!" The guy lashed out again with the cane across her breasts. "UUhhhhhhh...
UUhhhhhhhhh .. OOOuuuuuhhhhhhh!!!
Michelle groaned out. The pain was so bad. It was so intense deep in her breasts
that it traveled throughout her body.
Her breasts were becoming bruised. Her beating tonight was so much harder than
the other day. She looked down to see her huge
swollen tits. They were becoming a darker color, almost purplish from the tight
binding around them. And they seemed to be swelling
more. She hoped that they weren't permanently deformed. The long welt marks
where the cane impacted seemed so severe that she
thought they might not heal completely.
Before the next guy took his turn whipping her, Peter grabbed this two-foot long
flexible jelly dildo and inserted it into Michelle's cunt
from behind. "I'll show them how hard you cum." Michelle knew what Peter was
going to do. He was going to use the dildo on her cunt
while they abused her tits. She knew Peter was right too. The feeling of having
her cunt fucked while being abused did make her cum
hard.
Peter began fucking the dildo in and out while at the same time the next guy
began swinging the cane. Michelle was getting aroused
quickly. She needed to cum so badly. And it seemed like each blow on her tits
became harder with each new tormentor. Of course Peter
picked up his intensity fucking harder and faster with dildo. He eventually got
to the point that he was ramming it so hard that it
bottomed out deep in her cunt.
When the last guy had his turn, he had Michelle lean over the back of a wooden
chair so her bulging breasts would hang down. Then
this guy walloped the cane two times in quick succession across the top of her
tits. The pain just rocked right through her body. At the
same time Peter had the dildo jammed up her cunt and yelling at her, "Cum, you
slut!!" "C'mon you filthy fuckin' whore."
The other guy then grabbed the chain yanking her up by her nipples. "Uuuuoooooooohhhhhhhh!!!"
Michelle sobbed out as it felt like he
was pulling the rings right out of them. "Stand up slut," he screamed out. "Let
me see those tits."
He grabbed her purple beaten globes in his hands and squeezed them. Michelle
leaned against the chair to keep steady. She wanted to
beg him to stop, but all she heard was Peter yelling, "Cum...cum... cum you
bitch." He was ramming the dildo up her fuckhole while this
guy was pulling the chain. Her nipples felt like they were on fire. Her cunt was
ready to explode. There was so much pain and pleasure
that her body lost control. She screamed...
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, FUUUCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!.... FUUUCCCKKKKKK!!!!!...."
She began cumming harder than she ever imagined possible. And it didn't stop.
She was panting and yelling,
"Ohhhhh....... Fuckkk....... Yess.....Yessss... Fuckkkkkk....."
Once Peter saw Michelle in her glory having the ultimate orgasm, he knew that
this was all her breasts could take for now. They were
beaten to the point of being two bruised purple masses covered with deep welts
bulging from her chest. He knew once her orgasm
subsided that her only thoughts would be of how much they hurt. Peter could see
it in her face. But the sight of her battered tits made
him so hot. That was something that always aroused him and seeing her cumming so
hard added to it. His cock was so rigid that he could
barely contain himself. He wanted to do more to Michelle. The other guys were
feeling the same way.
Michelle was kneeling on the floor moaning out of control. Peter moved to her
and grabbed her head. He was so aroused with what he
had done that he had to satisfy his hard cock. So he tilted her head back,
stuffed his big stiff twelve-inches into her mouth and shoved it
right down her throat. Michelle was so overwhelmed in her orgasm that all she
could do was groan. Her throat was nothing more than a
hole for him to fuck.
Peter humped her mouth furiously ramming his cock in and out plastering his
balls into her face. About a minute later he was holding her
head up into his groin, fingers entwined in her hair and moaning. He was cumming
right down her throat into her belly. There was not
much for Michelle to do, but take it.
Peter backed away when he finished dumping his load into her. His massive cock
glistened with her saliva and remnants of fresh sperm
that he had just deposited down her throat. Michelle gagged and choked spitting
up some cum.
She hadn't recovered from her own orgasm or deepthroating Peter yet, when she
felt another set of hands on her head. It was one of the
other men. He put his cock to her lips. "Take it Michelle." It was the sound of
Peter's voice ordering her to take this guy's cock too. She
opened her mouth and he shoved it right in and down her throat, just like Peter
had done.
Peter helped by grabbing Michelle's sore tits and squeezing them. "C'mon slut,
milk that cock. Suck all that cum out." Seconds later sperm
was pouring into her belly again. She had to do all of the guys that way. Four
more times she was throatfucked and given a load of sperm
right into her belly while Peter abused her tits.
A couple of the times Peter thought she wasn't participating enough. He was
demanding that she suck their cocks and enjoy it. He
wanted to see an eager slut that couldn't wait to get another load of cum. So
when one cock was in her mouth, he took this clamp-like
instrument that looked like a pair of metal pliers. He gripped one of her
swollen pierced nipples and began squeezing and twisting it. With
the cock buried down her throat all you could hear was a muffled high-pitched
scream. The pain was so extreme that Michelle grabbed the
guy's hips forcing his cock all the way down her throat. Her face was mashed
into his balls while she sucked on his hard cum-filled dick
until she drained the sperm out of him. Peter was yelling the whole time, "you
fuckin' worthless cunt, get it all down your throat. Suck that
cum. Choke on it."
Then if that wasn't enough, with the next guy, Peter grabbed one of her engorged
beaten purple tits in his hand. As she sucked this guy
down her throat, Peter started spanking it with a one-inch wide leather strap.
At first he was just slapping her tit, but then he literally
began beating it harder and harder making Michelle's body wince in pain with
each stroke. Michelle's mouth and lips responded by
gobbling at the guy's cock trying to quickly make him cum. Peter didn't let up
either. "C'mon slut, you can suck better than that." And he
kept brutally lashing her breast until he was convinced she had another load in
her belly.
When her ordeal was over, the five guys simply left the room. Nothing was said.
They all just stared at Michelle's purple-colored swollen
breasts covered completely with welts. Her nipples still had a few droplets of
blood from where they were pierced. Obviously she was
nothing more than a piece of fuckmeat for their use. Peter grabbed the chain on
Michelle's bleeding tits and began leading her out. He still
made her crawl like a worthless whore back to the other room. She cried and
whimpered all the way down the hall. She was hurting so
badly and she was so exhausted.
Peter finally removed the ropes tied around her breasts. What a relief she felt
when he did that. "Get dressed," he ordered.
Michelle began slipping her clothes back on, over the cum, over her nipple rings
and over her new bulging breasts. Her blouse barely fit
they were so massively inflated. That's when she began to think about her
husband. There was no way to hide these.
They walked out of the room and met the five men. They were dressed and ready to
go too. "She's a great piece of ass," one mentioned to
Peter. "Bring her around anytime."
Peter looked at Michelle. "We'll be back."
Then out the door they went.
Michelle was daydreaming in the car about what to do when she got home. She
could only guess what her husband would say. Then
before she knew it they were back in company parking lot. It was 2am in the
morning. Peter switched the light on in the car. "How's the
tits," he asked. Michelle unbuttoned her blouse and could see the color
returning to them. But they were still bruised and covered with
red marks from the beating she endured. "There okay... I guess," she answered.
She buttoned back up and kissed Peter good night.
A half-hour later she was in the driveway of her home. All the lights were out.
She expected that. She slipped in quietly and crawled into
bed hoping not to wake her husband. She lay there unable to fall asleep. She
could smell the sweat and scent of sex on her body. Her face
and chest were still sticky with cum.
Then almost as if in a dream she was awakened. It was morning. Her husband was
in the bathroom. Fortunately the covers were still
pulled up over her breasts. What would he say if he saw them now?
When he came out he saw that she was awake. "What time did you get in last
night?
"It was late," Michelle replied avoiding a direct answer.
He just grunted. "So what was it? Whoring again, huh?"
Michelle just lay there hoping he'd just leave for work. She still loved him.
But how could she tell him about the extreme things she was
doing. She never thought a little office flirting would wind up like this. Maybe
she did go too far.
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