By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 42 - Tortured And Tantalized

When I returned inside, Mr. West had a serious look on his face. He told me to stand in front of him with my hands behind my back while he pointed out the trouble I could have gotten him into by restraining Sandy in shackles before all the paperwork for her enslavement was complete. I mumbled an apology or two, but Mr. West said he wasn't interested in hearing them. Instead, he said he would make me study all of the enslavement regulations until I knew them by heart, and that he would test my knowledge of them at a later date. But for now, he said I was going to be punished and for that he took me into the mini torture chamber in the fourth bedroom of the house - the room where Sandy had been chained a short time earlier.

There was a small wooden pedestal against one wall and Mr. West told me to move it into the middle of the room. It was heavy for its size (a padded top about 15" square, maybe 3' high and standing securely on a 6" plinth) but I managed to drag it into position as directed. Before he had me lie over it, Mr. West removed my tunic and tossed it aside.

"On you get," he said. "Lie over that."

I climbed into the padded top and wriggled into a position where I felt balanced on my stomach. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mr. West rummaging through one of the closets in the room. When he returned, he had leather cuffs from my wrists and ankles and he secured them in place before attaching them to eyebolts in the four corners of the broad plinth.

His hands then gathered my hair up into a short ponytail and he tied it with a length of thin cord that was then pulled tight until my head was forced back uncomfortably. I could feel his fingers manipulating the other end of the cord, pressing between my ass cheeks to tie it off around the base of the butt plug. He had more lengths of cord that he attached to the metal clamp tweezers on my nipples. I moaned softly as he tugged the cords gently, pulling each taut back around the pedestal and then tying the ends to my big toes. The tension on the cords pulling my nipples increased if I moved my toes even slightly, as did the stretching sensations in my ass if I let my head fall forward at all. Mr. West had two more thin lengths of cord and he tied one to each of my thumbs.

I wasn't sure what he intended doing with these until I felt his fingers pulling back the fleshy hood protecting my clitoris. His breath then became hot and close to my pussy; his tongue making short, teasing flicks against my clit. My toes immediately stretched and curled at his touch, giving short, pleasant tugs on my nipples. I squirmed and moaned again as my clit tingled with a tantalizing little tickle of delight. He touched it with something smooth and cold and then licked again. After alternating a few times between his tongue and the cold metal, I felt my clit suddenly clamped and clamped with a hard, unyielding pressure that made me moan out loud. I could feel my thumbs being pulled back and the clamp on my clit pull tight as the cords were tied to it.

The effect of all the cords now was to torture my nipples and clit and ass if I made the slightest movement at all. I might have been able to remain still, but Mr. West began whipping my back and ass with a flogger; whipping me hard and mercilessly as he chastised me for my incompetence in processing the volunteer slave girl.

Every now and then he'd stop flogging me and walk around to face me. He was now naked and his cock danced obscenely up out of his loins.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, waving his cock right under my nose.

"Yes," I mumbled, trying to bob my head forward and get the tip of it into my mouth without torturing my ass too much.

"You do?" he asked. He could clearly tell my struggles to get his cock into my mouth were torturing my nipples and clit.

"Yes!" I gasped.

Then, without any warning at all, he lunged forward with his hips and drove his cock right to the back of my throat. The unexpected assault caused me to struggle frantically, and my thumbs and toes violently tugged the cords attached to the clamps on my nipples and clit. I thought for a minute I was going to choke on his cock, and I sucked it hard trying to get breath past it.

The flogging resumed and he slowly fucked my face to the rhythm of his lashes on my back. Eventually, my struggles subsided, but the dull throbbing ache in my nipples and clit remained.

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" he asked nonchalantly.

I moaned my approval.

"Or maybe I should fuck your cunt again and cum there?"

I moaned again, louder and more agreeably.

Mr. West removed his cock from my mouth and moved around behind me. I could feel its tip pressed between my pussy lips and it then slipped effortlessly deep inside me until I could feel his balls lightly bump against my exposed, clamped clit. He proceeded to fuck me with hard, steady thrusts, not touching me at all with his hands of any other part of his body, except his cock. A moan of profoundly satisfying delight escaped my lips, and I gently wriggled my thumbs and toes to stimulate my clit and nipples while he fucked my pussy. The embarrassing noise of my wetness filled the room and I pointed my toes toward the floor to apply the maximum amount of stretching pressure on my nipples. I gently pulled my thumbs against the tension on the cords and saw sparks of bright light as my clit stretched painfully.

I could feel his fingers starting to grip the base of the butt plug and then a horrible, sucking sensation in the pit of my stomach as he pulled on it. My anus, having become comfortable with the narrowness of the stem of the butt plug, stretched savagely and felt like it would be sucked inside-out as the large ball was unceremoniously removed. I screamed loudly and my head dropped forward.

"Oh god! Oh shit!" I gasped, partly in pain and partly in the throes of a number of smaller orgasms that caused my whole body to spasm and jerk violently.

I could feel my pussy flooding with the warmth of his cum, but still my own climax remained illusive. The agonizing grip of the clamp on my clit refused to be ignored, even when I could manage to keep my thumbs from moving. Mr. West's cock pounded my pussy for a long minute; its thrusts plunging right down to bump painfully against my cervix and force his fresh cum to spill down the insides of my thighs.

After he finally withdrew from me, he walked around to face me again.

"Did you learn you lesson?" he asked. He grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my face to look into his eyes.

"Yes," I mumbled.

"Good. Now you can clean my cock and we can get back to work.

I didn't have the strength to protest as he thrust his cock, still slick with milky bubbles of my own juices and his cum, deep into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed and could feel his cock growing soft in my mouth as I cleaned every drop of cum and pussy juice from it. It was such a disgusting thing to do, I thought, but the more I punished myself in my thoughts for being so depraved, the more enthusiastically I sucked until eventually, Mr. West whipped his clean cock from my mouth and left me lying there, mouth open and gawping like a fish and feeling thoroughly ashamed with myself.