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Subject: {ASSM} Scorcher M/F, sm
Date: Sun,  9 Sep 2001 19:10:04 -0400
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This story is featured in this month's copy of the R.O.S.E. project newsletter
which maybe found here: http://www.aslaveslove.com/rose/rose_index.html

WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) 
under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not 
present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the newsgroups
is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not republish, copy, or
post without prior consent of the author. Copyright MasterKink, 2001. Other
stories are posted at my site: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MastrKink 


Scorcher

Carla squinted her eyes against the rising sun. She could tell by the heat
rising off the ground under her that it was going to be a real scorcher. This
close to the coast it never cooled down at night, the humidity just stuck
everywhere.

She squirmed around, but the bare metal of the ancient box spring grated
against her skin regardless of her position. Until she moved in with her
Master, she never knew how such ordinary household items could be used for
sexual torture.

Her head pounded from both the heat and the hangover from the previous night's
drinking. She barely remembered most of what occurred. It was just a mishmash
of memories of the party that preceded her being stripped and forced to service
her Master's friends, male and female.

She couldn't remember what she had done to deserve this, but also realized that
He didn't need a reason. Most likely it was just to prove to his friends what a
pain slut she had turned into over the years.

She could hear the traffic in the front of the house on the highway that passed
by barely 100 feet from where she lay naked under the hot Texas sun. Now all
she needed was the farm laborers to come and work the field behind the yard so
they could point and laugh at the crazy gringo and his whore.

Carla tugged at the straps binding her wrists and ankles to the four corners of
the spring, but they held fast. The value of being a Boy Scout in his early
years!

Finally, she heard the screen door snap shut and watched him as he slowly made
his way across the junk ridden backyard.

"Having fun yet?"

"It's hot, Sir. Please my I have some water?"

The meekness in her voice surprised even her and no doubt would have astounded
her family since she had been such a headstrong toddler and teen until she had
finally gotten married at 16 and moved out of the house.

But she had learned a lot since then.

Especially, how much she needed a true Dominant male in her life to control her
whims and keep her on the straight and narrow.

"Why sure, darling, you only had to ask."

She watched as he walked over to faucet at the dog pen and turned it on. Coming
back towards her, he had the water hose in his hand.

Aaaaaaaaagh!!  He had simply squeezed the handle and the cold water thrummed
against her spread open crotch driving her poor clit back in on itself. It
almost burned the pressure felt so hard against the tender tissue. Nothing at
all like the soft caress of the Shower Massage that she enjoyed so much in her
tub.

He continued her torment moving the narrow, hard stream to her nipples and
using them for target practice. Not as bad as clamps would be, but still the
force of the water made her try to wriggle away from the stinging sensation.

Finally, he tired of listening to her beg and moan and adjusted the pressure so
a soft spray came out the end of the hose and she finally was able to swallow
some cool refreshment.

She could feel the heat of the sun evaporating the water on her hot skin as he
picked up one end of the bed spring and started moving her around so would lean
it up against the fence and she could be upright for whatever he had in mind
next.  He went into his workshop in one of the sheds and came back with what
looked like pliers and wire.

"I think this will work nicely for those lovely tits,"

Taking one end of the stiff baling wire, he started wrapping it around the base
of her breast causing it to bulge out. Around and around it went until he had
the shape he desired and clipped the wire off. He finished up by using the
pliers to twist the two ends together just like a bread tie. Doing the other
breast as well, Carla could feel the blood pool up in her breasts causing
discomfort.

He just stood there squeezing his hard dick through his pants as he admired his
handiwork.

Twisting her nipples before leaving he walked back to his workbench and
returned carrying more pliers.

Holding up the large pair of vise grips, he showed her how tight they closed as
he adjusted the screw on the bottom and then reaching down, he grabbed and
pinched her cunt lips together.

Oooooooow! She looked down and sure enough, he had clamped her lips together
and the heavy pair of pliers were just dangling there.

She just closed her eyes and let her mind wander through the images she had
seen on the Net of slaves with their distended pussy lips being pulled down by
heavy weights.

Using the smaller vise grips, he did the same for her poor nipples squeezing
them tight at the base of her nipples, then leaving them hanging there pulling
her nipples towards the ground by their weight.

This time he unzipped his pants to get at his penis to stroke it and massage
his balls. Letting then fall to the ground so he was naked from the waist down,
he reached down and pulled out the heavy leather belt and wrapped the buckle
end around his hand creating a short, thick single tail whip.

Starting at the tops of her knees, he started slapping her skin with it moving
almost up to her chin, then commenced to hit her harder and harder until he was
swinging his arm back to deliver strong blows that left her crying and begging
for him to stop.

Carla looked down as he paused to stroke his cock some more and noticed how red
the tops of her tits were despite her natural brown skin.  She knew the rest of
her must look the same judging by the stinging and burning that she felt
elsewhere on her front.

Her reverie was cut short as she screamed when he unclasped the pliers on her
cunt and the blood returned.

But she immediately quieted down as his fingers started teasing and penetrating
her sopping wet cunt.

Ah yes, he understood her needs better than she. After her slutty performance
last night, she needed to be punished and reminded that she was not in control
of her sexual life and that privilege belonged to another.

Slowly, his fingers spread her wider and wider until four fingers slid easily
inside, then with a final push and a grunt from her his closed hand slid home.

Carla's legs vibrated against the bed spring as he cunt spasmed in orgasm from
the painful yet fulfilling penetration.

She heard Him chuckle as he slowly twisted his hand inside of her and she
continued to scream out her pleasure.

"I think you need some lotion to keep from burning out here, slave."

Oh yes, she thought, slippery lotion all over my skin and inside my orifices as
she watched him walk back to the house with his hard dick leading the way.

She knew him well enough to know by now that he wasn't finished with her yet.
He never was until he got himself off as well.

Mmmmmm, her anus puckered as she thought of how nice an anal penetration would
feel!!


MastrKink   
                    "The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain." 
                                            
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