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2. The Training Begins:
Week 1
I actually slept pretty well in the cell and was awake before the alarm sounded. It was very strange waking up wearing a collar and cuffs around my wrists and ankles. I was already on the toilet when the alarm went off. When that task was finished, I quickly showered, then returned to sit on my cot to wait.
Heather came for me a few minutes later. I almost greeted her when I saw her coming toward the cell, but remembered her saying that slaves don't speak unless spoken to. The first thing she did was have me lay back on the cot so she could shave my pussy, showing me how to insert finger into it, then spread the skin tight so I could get all the short stubble shaved off as well. When my pussy was cleanly shaven again, she put a chain between my ankles, securing it with padlocks. Another chain linked my wrists. She clipped a leash to my collar, put the leash over her shoulder and started for the stairs, me trotting along behind her. When we got to the kitchen, Heather told me that I would be able to talk during breakfast, because we would go over the sessions planned for the day.
My first session was going to be gag training and an evaluation for gag suitability. John began by asking me "How much experience have you had with gags?"
"Only the ball gag at hogtied I'm afraid sir."
My use of the honorific made both him and Heather smile, but they said nothing about it.
"How much to you know about them?"
"Very little I'm afraid sir. Are there different reasons for gagging a person?"
"Good question. Yes, there are times when you simply want to muffle, or distort a person's speech. That's done more for the humiliation aspect usually. You gag a person and then ask them questions, for example. They can't articulate their answer, but have to try. Other reasons are to truly make speech impossible, mouth stuffing for example. There are specialty gags, such as the ring gag which forces the person gagged to keep their mouth open. The ball gag and those similar make a person drool all over themselves, and so on. Today, we are going to examine most of the different gags, have you put them on so you can learn how to properly do it. Any questions?"
"You talk about the different types, are there different sizes?"
"Not everyone can, or should wear the same kind or size gag. Take the common ball gag for instance. They have to come in several sizes. A gag that suits you, might be too large or too small for another person."
"The gag session will probably take up most of the morning. It will be video taped, so remember that perspective owners will be watching. That means what?"
"I should remember to keep my tits and pussy fully visible at all times."
"Very good. After lunch, we will then be doing several different kinds of rope bondage to display the positions and kinds of rope work are best suited for you. We will be looking for the flexibility for certain ties, and will also see how long you can endure some of the positions. There will be another long-term bondage session later, but today we will explore your capabilities and current limits."
In the studio where we would be working, I was given a large tote box with all kinds of gags. The place where I would be using them was an elevated platform that was about four feet by four feet and padded. I sat with my back to the wall and immediately put my feet flat on the platform with my knees spread as wide as I could get them. I arched my back slightly, pushing my tits out in front, displaying as much of myself as I could. Heather came to me and said, "For this session, we are going to remove your chains so you will have a little more freedom to move."
When she unfettered my ankles, I was able to spread my feet a little wider, increasing the view the camera would have of my pussy.
John began by saying, "Open the box and select any gag you like for starters. By the end of the session you will have tried every type, so it doesn't matter. When you select one, tell us what you know about it. If you are not familiar with any of them, we will explain their purpose and how to use them."
I selected a ball gag first, explaining that it was primarily a drool producer or used for humiliation. The first one I tried, I could tell it was much too small. I pulled it back out of my mouth saying, "I can tell this one is too small for me."
After checking the other ones in the box, I found one that was larger. When I put it in my mouth, it felt like a good fit. From my experience at hogtied, I knew that I should push it well behind my teeth and pull it very tight. I put it in, got the buckle ready, then opened my mouth a little wider so I could pull the strap tight.
Heather came to check me then, "Can you spit it out?"
I shook my head and mumbled "No."
Suddenly, she grabbed my right nipple, pinching it really hard. "Try to spit it out. Come on."
I pushed at it with my tongue but couldn't move it.
Letting go of my nipple, she said, "Very good. This gag is really in there. Speech is mumbled, but as you can tell the sound of a scream is only slightly muffled. Swallowing is difficult too, isn't it?"
I nodded, expecting her to remove it or tell me to do it, but she just stood watching me. It didn't take long for me to figure out why. I felt the drool running down my chin. As soon as it dropped from my chin onto my chest, she told me to remove it.
I chose the ring gag next, saying, "I'm sure this would also make someone drool a lot. I don't think it would hinder speech much, so I'm thinking the primary purpose for this one is to force a slave's mouth to stay open."
"Why do you think your owner would want that?"
"To make my mouth available to take a cock or lick a pussy."
When I put it on, Heather used a dildo to show how truly vulnerable I was. Then she held her hand with her thumb and forefinger pressed together so her hand resembled a pussy, "There, lick my pussy."
I spent the next couple hours going through all of the other gags, trying each type of gag on and discussing the relative merits of each. There were all the usual gags, the penis gag, the bridle bit gag, some as part of a head harness, etc. Eventually, there was only bandanas for making cleave gags. I correctly told them that I didn't think they would be very effective for either suppressing noise or for hindering speech. "I would think they are probably used primarily for the humiliation factor and to underscore the fact that you are a slave."
John said that was right, unless the gag was also combined with mouth packing. "Then they become very effective silencers and make intelligible speech almost impossible."
With a sly grin on her face, Heather asked me, "What do you think might be a favorite thing for a master or mistress to use, when stuffing your mouth?"
I said, "I think it would be one of three things. A soiled pair of my master's underwear, or my mistress' panties. Either that or a soiled pair of my panties."
"Exactly!"
Reaching into her purse, she withdrew a pair of white cotton panties, "Put these on."
I know I looked a little puzzled, but I put them on as quickly as I could. Wondering why she wouldn't just have me stuff my mouth with them. The answer came almost immediately, when she handed me a Hitachi Magic Wand. "Vibrate yourself to orgasm with your panties on."
I put the head of the thing against my pussy and turned it on high as I began rubbing the thing back and forth along my slit. Heather slid in behind me, reaching around me to cup my tits so she could play with them and pinch my nipples. I closed my eyes, visualizing the spectacle I was making. In less than a minute, I had managed to come, soaking the panties. As I had last night, it wasn't much fluid, but enough to make the crotch panel soggy and spill some onto the platform I was on.
Heather turned the wand off and put it away. "There, now use the panties to clean that mess up, then roll them up and stuff your mouth with them."
I did as I was told, making sure the camera could see that I put the wet part on the outside. I soon could taste the bitter-sweet flavor of my own pussy. It took some doing to get the panties completely inside my mouth. After that was accomplished, I picked up a bandana and tied it around my head to hold the panties in my mouth. To test their effectiveness, I tried to talk and found it impossible to make anything other than unintelligible mumbling sounds. Then, as I had done with all the other gags, as soon as it was in place, I put my hands behind my head, arching my back to push my tits out. This time, when I did that, Heather said, "Put your hands down between your legs and spread your pussy open for us. We want to see that nice swollen red pussy, that just squirted all over the place."
I did that as the camera zoomed in on me to show my very red and swollen pussy. After giving me that instruction, she stood so she was facing the camera, she told the video, "This concludes the gag orientation session. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we enjoyed putting gags in Jessica's mouth.
Jessica will now be selecting two of the three gags she will be using this afternoon during the rope bondage sessions. The third one has already been selected, by me.she is wearing it now."
Since I was truly unable to make any kind of intelligible sound, all I could do was nod to make my choices. The two I picked were the ring and the ball.
That afternoon, and all day on Wednesday, we spent putting me in different bondage positions. I was ball tied, frog tied, hog tied; I spent time in strappado and several variations of being spread. By mid afternoon on Wednesday, we had covered all of the rope bondage sets. My final task for today was to select one position that I thought I could maintain for at least two hours or more. I was also to select a gag. I was told that once I was bound and gagged, I would be left alone except for occasional visits by them to torment me.
I chose strappado and the ring gag. A few minutes later, I was standing with my arms bound behind my back, my wrists pulled up behind me, forcing me to bend over at the waist. My ankles were connected to opposite ends of a spreader bar. Because of the duration I was expected to remain in this position, they did not pull my arms very high, allowing me to stand firmly on my feet. Still, in that bent over position, I began to drool almost immediately, spittle hanging in long strings from my lips. After checking me to make sure the bonds were secure, but not too tight, John blindfolded me, leaving me alone. The first half-hour or so wasn't too bad, but after that my shoulders began to ache. I could move a little, raising up on my toes to relieve the strain from time to time, but I couldn't stay like for long. My legs would begin to cramp and I would have to lower myself again.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my ass, then the fingers slid down to massage my pussy. This subtle gesture seemed to take my mind off of the predicament I was in. The fingers spread my lips to play with my clit. Another pair of hands began to feel my tits, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. Speaking to the camera, I heard John say, "Jessica is obviously turned on by what is happening. Her pussy is absolutely dripping and began clutching at my fingers as soon as I touched her."
John pushed two fingers up into me and began to work them in and out. I could feel my hips rolling in response and I moaned a little. He fingered me long enough to make me start arching my back, pushing my pussy toward him. After a few minutes, he withdrew his fingers from my pussy, but put them through the ring into my mouth, letting me taste my own pussy again. Then he squeezed my tits and left me alone again.
The next three hours were spent like that, every half-hour or so, John or Heather would come in, finger fuck me, let me taste my pussy again, then leave me again. When they finally did come in for the last time, John told the camera that I had been in that position for nearly four hours. While he was talking to the camera, Heather lowered my arms and untied them. I was told to leave the blindfold in place, but that I could remove the gag. Then she asked me if I would like to come? Quite naturally, I told her I really would. I still had the long spreader bar between my ankles, so Heather had to help me to sit. Then she handed me the Hitachi and told me to masturbate myself to orgasm. "Keep the vibrator on your pussy, until we tell you to remove it. You do not have to ask permission, you can come anytime you want."
I knew that once I came the first time my pussy would be real tender, so I fought it as long as I could. I knew that I could let myself come at any second, but wanted to prolong the pain of subsequent orgasms as long as I could. As I sat there, moaning and groaning, Heather asked, "You're really fighting that orgasm, aren't you?"
"Thank you for asking, mistress. Yes mistress."
"Why is that slave?"
"Thank you for asking mistress. It's because they get very painful after the first one, mistress."
"That's right isn't it, but who controls when you come?"
"Thank you for asking mistress, you do."
"Then why are you waiting? Come for me you little slut. Come for me now!"
I knew I couldn't prolong it anymore and gave myself over to my climax. As I had done a few times earlier, I squirted. This time it went all over the floor between my legs. In only a matter of seconds, I was coming again. "Oh please mistress, may I stop now?"
"No you may not! Keep that wand against your pussy!"
I came again, then again, and finally it was just one long continuous orgasm and I seemed to be losing control of things, my ears were buzzing and I was getting a little light headed and feeling faint.
I don't think I was out for more than a couple seconds, but I came around with Heather slapping my face and saying, "Come back to me baby. Come back."
I had actually dropped the wand when I came the last time, and slumped over backward. As Heather tended to me, I heard John telling the camera, "Ladies and gentlemen, what you have just witnessed was Jessica's willingness to keep abusing herself until she actually lost consciousness."
Thursday morning completed the rope bondage sessions. I spent the morning in various kinds of suspension. I particularly liked the inverted suspension, where I was hanging from my ankles with my arms tied behind my back in a box tie. As I hung there, I suddenly became aware that Heather, now naked, was coming to stand in front of me. They had raised me to the right elevation that when she put her arms around my waist, pulling me to her, she could cover my pussy very easily with her mouth, which she did. I was also aware that her pussy was now right in front of my face, and she had spread her feet wide, offering it to me. I strained my neck, pushing my face forward until I could begin to lick her. I then got a little help from John. He put his hand on the nape of my neck, lifting me so I could take Heather's pussy in my mouth. I soon had my tongue worked well up into her and could tell I had hit the right spot, her hips were trembling and I could feel the muscles in her pussy clenching. I found her swollen clit and sucked it between my lips, biting down on it as I sucked. She hugged me tightly against her, and I could feel her moaning as she gave into her orgasm. She was now really chewing on me, and I rewarded her efforts by pushing fluid out of me. It splashed in her face and ran down my belly and back. Heather stumbled a little, then knelt down to suck my nipples, hers were naturally right in my face, so I did the same to her. For a minutes or so, we sucked each other's nipples, then she lowered herself a little more to kiss me.
After that session, I was released and we went into the lunch period. The lunch period always gives me a temporary break from the strict slave rules, so I am able to talk to and with John and Heather. Much of what is being planned is discussed during these "off camera" times. I was particularly interested in the fact that 1] Heather had taken her clothes off during the last session, and 2] She hadn't bothered to put them back on. In fact, right after we finished eating, she put a collar and cuffs, just like mine on herself. John explained that much of what they would be filming this afternoon had to do with me being a slave to a slave. "You know, you are so low down the order that even another slavegirl is allowed to abuse you. After all, that is a situation in which you could find yourself."
"Have you known that to happen, where a master or mistress obtains a second slave so their number one slave has someone to use?"
"Absolutely. I know one couple who have four slaves total. Three women and one young man. He is the low slave and must yield to any of the female slaves as well as the master and mistress."
When it was time to drop back into our roles, John put chains on both Heather and me. He put very short chains on both my wrists and ankles. He only put chains between Heather's wrists, leaving her ankles unfettered. He then put a leash on my collar and handed it to Heather. Outside, we headed up the gravel driveway to the barn. Inside the barn are several different settings, small vignettes, or sound studios. Each one sets a different background or theme. The one we were going to use first is the one configured like a Medieval dungeon. "This afternoon, we are also going to start playing around with a little bit of impact play, or corporal punishment. This is not the evaluation of impact, just to introduce you to some of what you may expect in a real life situation."
John lead the way holding the end of a leash connected to Heather's collar, indicating that she was the number one slave. The gravel driveway really hurt my feet as I had to trot along after Heather, since I couldn't take normal length steps. The rapid, jerky steps made my tits bounce and I could actually feel them jostling about on my chest. Naturally, the whole thing was being filmed. The crew getting a good close up look at my jiggling tits.
Inside the building, Heather took me to the padded whipping horse. There are kneeling pads on the legs at one end. I was instructed to kneel on them, then lay forward on the trestle. The short chain between my ankles gave me a little trouble, but once I had both knees on the pads, the chain was just long enough. Heather first put leather straps across the calves of both legs. Additional straps went around my thighs, pinning them to the legs. Another leather belt, attached to the trestle was put around my waist, strapping me down. The chain between my wrists was removed and my arms were padlocked to eye-bolts near the bottom of the legs at the head end. Heather then attached a device to the head end that had a chin cup on it. She adjusted it until it was high enough that I had to keep my face forward. To make sure I had to keep my head still, my collar was connected to the end of the horse with a short chain. She put a ring gag into my mouth, pushing her fingers down my throat to show me how vulnerable I was.
After fondling my tits and making sure they were hanging evenly on either side of the trestle, Heather put clover clamps, linked by a chain on my nipples. The clamps hurt all by themselves, but after putting them on me, she just dropped the chain, letting it jerk the clamps even tighter. To add to my discomfort, she hung fishing weights on the chain, pulling the clamps even tighter.
When she was done pinning me down to the horse John laid out an array of impact devices. "Slave Heather is now going to give you two strokes with each one of these to the following areas; your ass, your tits, your pussy and your feet. You may react to them, you are not required to hold still. In other words, don't give us anything phony or made up, but if it hurts, you may react. Just make sure your reactions are genuine."
Picking up the bamboo cane, he handed it to Heather and she began by lightly tapping my right ass cheek. After several mild, warm up strokes, she paused.then.WHAP!! My ass felt like it was burned and I screamed out and lurched as much as my very restrictive bonds would permit.
Almost immediately she started tapping the left cheek, until WHAP!! Then I felt the cane tapping the sole of my left foot. I was thinking, this can't possibly hurt as bad as the ones on my ass, was I wrong. When the stroke hit my foot, I thought surly she cut me this time. All I could do to ease the pain was to wiggle my foot and I know I screamed, tensing every muscle in my body, tears began to flow down the sides of my cheeks. Now that I knew what the pain was like, I dreaded the stroke to my right foot. If anything, it hurt worse, and I'm thinking, holy shit, how will I ever take that on my poor pussy and tits. I found out almost immediately. With no warm up at all, Heather slapped my pussy twice in rapid succession. She didn't hit me near as hard on the pussy as she had on my ass and feet, but it still stung like bees had landed on it and stung me. I was bawling now and tried hard to close my legs. The two quick strokes to my tits, stung, but nothing like the ones to my feet. John was standing as if overseeing all of the punishments being delivered by his number one slave girl, "There, you have now tasted the cane, and I think you took them very well."
Next, John selected the riding crop for Heather to use on me. The riding crop doesn't have the cutting effect that the cane does, it's more like a slap or a spank. It hurts, especially on the pussy, but the pain is spread over a wider area. After that round, she paused long enough to massage my ass, then she rubbed my feet, soothing them slightly. John then told Heather to kneel behind me and soothe my pussy. She used her thumbs to spread me open, then licked along my slit and pushed my clit around with it until I was clenching the muscles in my groin and beginning to moan slightly. Not wanting me to come right then, John stopped her there. "Next, we have a leather paddle," he told me.
Heather didn't tap me with the paddle the way she had with the cane and crop. Instead, she laid it on the right side of my ass and sort of rubbed it around a little, then.WHAP!! It was much more painful than I expected and made my ass feel real warm, right away. The blow to my left ass cheek happened immediately.WHAP! I choked again, as the scream was cut off in my throat, choking me. To do my feet, she simply knelt behind me, then hit both of them in rapid succession, swinging right straight down, so the paddle slapped my instep and toes. WHAP!!...WHAP!!
While still kneeling behind me, she did the strokes to my pussy in similar fashion, two quick downward strokes that spanked my pussy really hard. My scream was like a wounded animal, and I began to sob hysterically. Heather stood up then and rubbed my pussy, letting her fingers run a circular path to ease the pain. She came around to the front to look me in the eyes. "Are you alright? You still with us?"
I managed a weak, "Uh huh!"
She brushed my hair back and kissed me on the forehead, "Good girl."
With the cane and crop, Heather had always spanked the underside of my tits. For this one she went to the other side of the horse so she could spank the top side. The strokes hurt, but not as bad as the ones to my pussy.
The final instrument was the flogger. After a slow warm up, the two strokes across my ass felt hot, but did not hurt as much as any of the other devices. The same was true for my feet. The whip did hurt, but not that bad. The two strokes, downward through my crotch set my pussy on fire again, making me wail. Before going after my tits, Heather took the chin prop out, which allowed me to lay down a little more. She also took the clover clamps off of my nipples. That process hurt like a bitch. I also realized that by lowering my chest onto the trestle, she had also exposed more of my tits. The flogger smashed into them, making them feel as if they had been ripped from my chest.
When Heather completed my introduction to impact toys, John released me from the whipping horse, he locked my wrists behind my back. He turned me around, facing him, and pulled me to him, hugging me to his chest, "You took those all very well. I'm sure to give you high marks, and I think potential owners will also. Now, before we move to the next device, I'm going to remove your gag. I want you to go make Heather come."
The remainder of the afternoon, and all morning on Friday were spent putting me onto or into different devices. I even spent a few minutes on the rack, while the front of my body was flogged. While bent over in the pillory, my feet spread wide, Heather used a small, lightweight flogger to whip my exposed pussy. It stung like crazy at first, but suddenly the pain turned to pleasure. She was keeping a steady rhythm and a constant intensity. I began to moan and roll my hips, saliva pouring out of my ring gagged mouth. I tried to let her know that I was about to come, but the gag made that difficult. Finely I screamed something that was intelligible to her and she said, "Yes you little slut.come for me!"
I groaned and screeched as the orgasm was ripped from me, squirting fluid all over the floor behind the pillory. Heather kept flogging me until the orgasm was through and I was left weak in the knees and almost unable to stand.
I heard John talking to the camera, "Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you all saw what just happened here. Our little Jessica just had an orgasm from having her pussy flogged."
Friday afternoon, was what they call the sensory deprivation and sexual torment session. Heather told me, "I think this may be the hardest one for you to make a good score."
I asked her, "Why's that?"
"Because your pussy has a hair trigger. You are going to be unable to see or hear. You will be able to speak. This is important because you must ask permission before you can come. The key is this, you will be bound in such a way that there will be constant sexual stimulation. For most girls, it will only be enough to keep them aroused, but not to get them off. With your hair trigger, we may see you come before we reach the point where it will be permitted. Do you have any questions?"
"What kind of stimulation, and if I'm unable to hear, how will I know that I have permission to come?"
"Both good questions. You will be tied to this chair that has no bottom in the seat. You will have what we call, a dick-on-a-stick pushed up into your pussy. It will not be moving or anything, it will just be there constantly, always keeping some contact with your clit and G-spot. From time to time, John and I will come to you and start to vibrate you or play with your clit, or start the dildo moving. If you ask to come, and you do not have permission. The stimulation stops immediately and you will know that permission has been denied. If the stimulation continues, then you are free to come. Keep in mind, this is another case of once you begin to orgasm, we will keep the stimulation going until we want it to stop, not when you want it to end."
I sat on a chair that had been modified by placing a regular toilet seat on it. My ankle cuffs were locked to a spreader bar that was passed through a set of rings mounted just above one of the horizontal chair rails. It lifted my feet off of the floor, spreading them and subsequently my knees. It also lifted my feet enough that I would not be able to touch the floor, even with my toes. My wrist cuffs were locked together behind the chair back. "We need to keep these silver-bullet nipples of yours in the mix."
Clover clamps, linked by a chain were attached to them, then the chain was lifted and padlocked to the ring on the front of my collar. John brought the DOS, worked it into my pussy, then put the other end of the stick through as steel ring that was held centered under the chair by four metal rods, one to each leg. "That keeps it from slipping out, even if you start to wiggle a lot."
Heather smiled and said, "Here's the fun part. You're about to go deaf and blind."
Regular wax earplugs were soon in both ears. They muffled sound, but in truth I could still hear slightly. Next, Heather put small cotton pads over each eye, using regular cellophane tape to hold them. I could no longer see, but could feel someone holding cotton balls or cotton pads to my ears. With them in place, I really could hear nothing. Then the kind of tape they use in hospitals now; the kind that stretches and clings to itself, but not to skin, was wrapped around and around my head, leaving only my nose and mouth uncovered.
The next part, I naturally couldn't hear or see, but on camera, John asked me to make a V with both hands if I could hear anything at all. When it was obvious that I could not hear, the test began.
I suddenly felt the knob of a magic wand on my clit. I think it must have been John holding the wand, because I'm sure it was Heather's hands massaging my tits. The low steady vibration soon had me coming right up to orgasm time. I said, "Sir or Madam.may I come please?"
The vibration stopped immediately the hands quickly removed themselves from my tits and I was left with a slightly quivering clit and a pussy stuffed with a fake cock. I think if I had been able to get my toes on the floor, I might have been able to work my legs and hips enough to make the cock move in me. As it was, I couldn't move anything. In a few minutes, the quivering feeling went away and I began to think this session wasn't going to be as hard as Heather had imagined.
A few minutes later, something smooth and hard was probing my asshole. Whatever it was, it had been lubed because I could feel the slipperiness of it. Then the silver bullet vibrator began to hum as whom ever it was doing it to me rimmed my ass with it, pressing a little harder all the time until the thing began to penetrate me, at the same time, the DOS started to be moved up and down, fucking me. Someone was also jiggling the chains on my clover clamps, teasing my erect nipples. The combined activity was quickly bringing me back to orgasm mode when a finger began to diddle my clit also. It was obvious they were both working on me again. I felt that giddy feeling of being quickly run up a hill. "Please Sir and Madam, may I come.PLEASE?"
Again, everything stopped. The DOS was set back down, the finger went away from my clit and the vibe was pulled from my ass. I was quivering all over now and sat there whimpering. If I could only get my toes to the floor, I would be able to fuck myself on the DOS.
Time was now lost to me, not being able to hear or see, made minutes seem like hours I'm sure. I know that I sat there, right on the verge of orgasm this time. The feeling didn't want to go away. I wanted to come so badly. In the silence, I could hear only my own whimpering as I sat there in agony, needing release.
Some time later, I have no idea how long, I felt something pressing on my clit again. It was the head of the magic wand. It wasn't being turned on however, then I suddenly realized, they were fastening it to the shaft of the DOS. For a few minutes, nothing else happened, then the wand was switched on high, and someone began to flog my tits. I screamed and pulled at all of my bonds, I HAD to come."PLEASE.MAY I COME???"
Everything stopped again, and I whispered."Oh please.let me come.please!!!"
My answer was another long period of silence and no contact, except for that damned DOS and the now quiet knob of the wand. I tried working my hips, hoping to be able to get release, but couldn't do it. No matter how hard I struggled and strained, the only thing I could do was make myself increasingly aware of the huge cock inside of me that wasn't trying to get me off.
The hands began to fondle my tits, then up my chest to my neck. Other hands were on my thighs, gently tracing patterns over my flesh. I could feel the goose bumps as they formed. My pussy immediately grew more excited. I had to come, that was all there was to it. I began to whimper, "Please.please.please.let me come this time.I beg you.please."
The wand came on at high speed, and I immediately felt another dildo being pushed into my ass. It must have been a small version of the DOS and it had the silver bullet taped to it. I now had two dicks in me with two different vibrators. Not only did I now have two cocks inside of me, they were both starting to move inside of me. Someone was holding the handles and manipulating them. I strained every muscle I could in an attempt to assist in my double penetration rape. I began to make a low groaning sound. It was a sound I didn't even know I could make. It was long and it was loud as I continued to beg the two of them."Oh fuck.please.PLEASE.you have to let me come this time.PLEASE.PLEASE!!!!!"
This time, the stimulation stayed, so I knew I could come. My entire universe was suddenly reduced to my pussy. That was all that mattered, all that I cared about. I focused all of my being on seeing to it that my pussy found release from all this pent up tension.
My vocalizations turned into a low mixture of a growl and a scream and I could feel the first burst of ejaculate spray around the monster cock in my pussy. Just as my orgasm started, someone removed the clover clamps, making me scream. The little extra pain, just made the tension in my pussy greater and I sprayed fluid again. So much of it, that I didn't need to be able to see or hear to know that it was a huge bunch of liquid. The clamps were replaced by someone flogging my tits. I could also feel the paddle slapping my ass cheeks. Both of these pain stimulus just added to what I was feeling, turning every action or reaction of mine into a cosmic event for me. My orgasm was loud and messy. I was spraying so much fluid that some of it was even shooting upward onto my naked belly. I screamed and jerked every bond holding me, even making the chair itself vibrate and try to move. The problem was, they weren't going to stop any of this now. I would have to come until it hurt, but was going to have to endure this torture now until they decided to quit. Every orgasm, and it was now hard to know where one ended and the next began, was more and more torturous.
I think I went in and out of consciousness two or three times. When they finally turned everything off, I was babbling and mumbling in a kind of hoarse whisper, repeating over and over, "Oh fuck.oh fuck.oh fuck."
When the tape was removed from my head, the eye patches and ear plugs removed, I was still bound to the chair with two dildos shoved into me, but I was looking at two smiling faces that told me, "You have no idea what an incredible two hour performance you have given the whole crew here. You really soaked one of the cameramen."
I knew I was looking a little wan, and said, "I'm not sure I can even stand up right now, and I don't want to even think about my pussy. It really hurts."
When I was freed from the chair, I managed to stand, but was pretty wobbly and weak. They let me sit for a few minutes and brought me a bottle of water. After I had rested, we all walked back to the house for dinner.
After dinner, we went into the den, where we watched the first rough cut of the afternoon's taping of my denial trial. I was actually shocked when I saw how much fluid I sprayed during that last few minutes. Looking down at myself, I said, "How can I have that much liquid inside of me?"
Heather just laughed, "I know, I was in shock when I saw that one burst that even got you wet. There looked to be a gallon or more. The spray where you got the cameraman must have gone six feet or more."