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The Ginger Masochist Chronicles [Zavaya | Kwizzard] [NSFW | Ex.]

It was hard to describe the feeling that welled up within him when Sam thanked him for what he was doing to her. Something about the enthusiasm with which she submitted was intoxicating. He wanted her so badly, but the want wasn't merely sexual. It ran far deeper than that. He wanted to take everything Sam had, to reduce her entire existence down to something with no purpose other than to satisfy his sadism...

Dangerous! Zac tore free of his demons. If he wasn't careful, that little siren would drag him down with her. She was a dangerous toy for sure. It would be so very easy to get carried away with her... To go too far... Whatever that meant.

He could tell she didn't much like being called Princess either. He didn't blame her. But she seemed to be misunderstanding something. She tried to tell him she was nothing. That was her mistake. It wasn't a choice for her to make. It was his.

Zac brought his hand down hard on Princess's exposed cunt. He pinched her pussy between his fingers, threatening even more pain at any moment. Then, once he had her attention, he addressed in a stern tone.

"Don't you dare argue." He warned "A thing like you ought to be kept deprived and in bondage, your only respite when your owner deems fit to torture you for their amusement. Instead, you're laying back, getting your pretty little pussy teased, with all your dirty fantasies plastered all over the internet for strangers to perv at. Spoiled."
"Meanwhile, I'm the one doing all the work, all the planning, and you barely even tried to suck my cock for me because you were so excited about getting your needy little pussy punished."

"So how do you suppose I should handle a rotten little masochist like you who doesn't even realise how lucky she is, huh? First failing to suck cock, now talking back? How are you going to make it up to me? I want you to think about it while I finish tying you up, Princess... And if I don't like the answer, maybe I'll just... walk away."

It was an empty threat. There was no fucking way he was letting Sam go that easily. But somehow, the threat of stopping seemed like the cruelest thing he could possibly do to her in the moment - Getting her hopes up and then just... Walking out on them. For some reason he got the feeling that that was probably the only thing she'd truly fear.

He threw his concentration back into his work. Taking his rolls of vet wrap, he began to wrap the stiff, rough bandage tightly around Sam's thigh and ankle, locking them tightly together. The bandage was ideal for the job, not only did it hold her limbs secure, it spread any force over a large surface, meaning she could be left tied for a long time with minimal issues, and no matter how much she struggled, she wouldn't be able to cause herself any problems that would force him to cut his plans short. She would just have to endure it until he decided to release her.

Zac finished wrapping Sam's leg into a tightly bound stump, and set about repeating the process with her other leg, and then her arms, slowly turning her into a human starfish, incapable of doing much but waggle her stumps at him, and staring back.

It seemed his plans didn't end there though, because next he proceeded to pull out a freaking power drill and set about securing each of her limbs to the table with strapping, literally screwing them directly into the wood - the place was so grotty anyway, who was going to care about a few screw holes? Not Zac. Two straps per limb was more that enough to ensure that Sam was very, very secure. Zac didn't hold back on tightening them down either - the vet tape was enough to ensure any pinching was minimal.

The sadist put his drill back with his supplies and then turned back to his victim with a grin. They both knew full well at this point that any chance she might have had to resist him was long gone. He reached out very slowly, very deliberately, to place his hand on his toy, and began to tease her ever so slightly with his thumb.

"Alright, Princess. Let's hear what you've got to say for yourself."
 
Sam knew how lucky she was. She knew damn well but it just hadn't landed yet. After years and years of being dulled, it just took her some time to process the new emotions joy, elation and arousal, something she really wanted to thank Zac for. But at the same time, she didn't feel this was the time or place.

She watched intently as he continued to work on her body, tying it up and even screwing it tight with a skill and precision that told her he was experienced with this. And he was good looking. And he had picked her. Of all people. Sam didn't want to let him down but at the same time felt incredibly insecure about everything. She figured he had a certain expectation for her and how she should react and Sam just wasn't at all sure how or if she could live up to that.

His bondage was tight and secure and Sam loved it. The feeling of being drilled to the table and no way to get out of it without his help made her feel utterly helpless and aroused. It probably showed on her body as well as her nipples felt like they could cut diamonds.

When he began to rub his thumb over her intimate parts, she shuddered, visibly and turned and raised her head to look at him.

"I.. I don't know. I never thought I'd get to where I am. Never thought this would really happen. But I'll do whatever you want me to do and you can do anything you want with me. I never felt like this... Never felt so... alive."
 
A smirk plastered itself across Zac's face as Sam offered him free reign over her body once again. Not that he had any intentions of allowing his plaything to have a say in the matter anyway. Any control she might have had over the situation was long gone. All she could do now was lay there and pray that Zac didn't take a sudden interest in live vivisection. Until he decided otherwise, she was nothing but a toy for his amusement.

For his part, Zac found himself curious to see just how much movement the girl could muster in her current predicament. And, if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to see a little more fear from Sam, rather than just pure excitement. A fuck toy that couldn't even service her owner properly had no business being this excited. No doubt the pain would temper that excitement soon enough.

Zac stopped rubbing Sam with his thumb. It was time for her to entertaining him instead. With an incredibly callous level of indifference, he flicked at her sensitive clit directly with his index finger. She had no hope of escape, no way to close her legs, or shield herself, and basically no warning to prepare herself. Zac could only really imagine how much it must hurt - a lot, he hoped.

"You're supposed to be being punished, Sam." He reminded the bound girl, as she thrashed against her bonds. After a few moments, he calmed her by placing his open hand on her pelvis, pressing her firmly down to the table. He was clearly enjoying himself watching Sam squirm. When he spoke, his voice was consoling, but his words promised nothing but pain ahead. "Such a poor, cute little pain slut... Go on. Thrash all you want. We'll keep going until you get it out of your system. Oh, and you're going to thank me each time. Understood?

Zac wasn't about to let Sam off with just the once. Now that she knew what to expect, she'd no doubt do everything in her power to avoid a repeat. So that became the game. If Sam stopped trying to get away for even a moment, the consequences would be instantaneous. He hadn't decided yet how long to continue their little game, but letting her exhaust herself a bit would do her good. Then they could actually get on with what she was really strapped there for.
 
The sudden change to pain shocked Sam. She hadn't been prepared for it at all and didn't have time to get used to it as the next jolt of pain soon followed and then another and another. It was as if the dullness had completely buggered off and Sam was now experiencing everything to the max. The pain was intense and the complete lack of movement only made it worse. Automatically she started to beg for him to stop. Not because she wanted him to but because it was all she could do.

Sam looked at her captor, eyes wide open in pain and maybe even a little fear when she felt his hand on her pelvis. It felt almost tender, and it gave Sam just enough time to register what he was saying. He wanted her to stop fighting and accept the pain. An easy enough task, on paper.

In reality though, it took three more flicks before Sam began to thank Zac after the fourth. She still squirmed and trashed before she thanked him. It just hurt too much and poor little Sam just wasn't prepared for any of this.

"Ooowhhh... fuck.... please... stop....... thanks"

A scream and tears and a statement on how much it hurt before she called out a thanks again

Flick, flick.

Flick.

"Hng... Thank you sir."

Her toes curled and muscles tensed as her body soaked up the pain and at the 13th flick, Sam managed to get control over her body. There was a flinch and a shiver in her body as it reacted visibly to the pain but there was no begs or whimpers. Sam had accepted the pain as part of what was going on now. She had no idea how long it would last but for now, she would accept it.

"Thank you sir for teaching me a lesson."
 
Entertaining as it was to watch Sam buck against her bondage in a futile effort to escape the unexpected assault, she seemed to adapt quickly to the situation, and as her desperation waned, so too did Zac's interest in continuing to torment her. However, it did let him discover that she had a little more freedom to move her hips than was ideal, but that would be easily solved by wedging a pillow under the girl's back as padding.

"Shut up. You can thank me when we're done." If Sam kept thanking him every time he inflicted pain, this would be a very long afternoon. A gag would solve that easily enough, but he wasn't ready to reduce her to a whimper just yet. Zac took a break from tormenting the helpless girl to examine her with his fingers, looking closely at how red she was.

"Just be glad I'm being so lenient with you - though a pervert like you, maybe you'd prefer something harsher, huh? Turn your poor defenceless clit into a little pincushion, eh?"

Leaving Sam to envision his future plans and lick her wounds for a moment, Zac fished out his phone and set about taking a couple of photos for her story. He even let the bound girl take a peek, so she could see herself helplessly exposed and laid out on the table, ready for torture, her limbs reduced to useless stumps, her pussy blushed red from some mixture of arousal and abuse.

"...I see no reason to rush into it though. I have a different plan for today. Although it does involve needles. And bear spray, I think. I was tossing up on that, but since you're incapable of even sucking cock, I think you deserve that much pain at least."


As he talked, Zac set about wedging a pillow from the bed beneath Sam's butt to raise her hips slightly. Then he grabbed a short hank of rope from his bag of tools, something natural that would hold knots well, but probably scratch a little too. He slipped the bight of the rope around behind her waist, and after a few moments adjusting, he knotted it to lay right on her pubic bone.

"Gotta make sure you can't move an inch for this..." He told his captive as he disappeared from view beneath the table for a moment. The tail end of the rope soon began to tighten, Zac's crotch rope beginning to bite as he hauled it mercilessly tight and tied it off. Now, if Sam wanted to try to move her hips, she'd have a deeply biting rope to contend with as well.

Zac straightened up, checking that his crotch rope was sitting low enough over Sam's pelvis not to get in the way. The sight of her made him smirk. It was a beautiful sight. Her flawless, feminine form. Pristine. One he was about to irreversibly marr purely for his own selfish enjoyment. He produced a blue marker now, de-capped it, and cast his gaze over Sam's midriff.

"Heard of stick and poke before, Princess? It's what we're going to do to you today - give you a nice little tattoo right... Here..."

Zac set about laying out his marks right above the knot in Sam's crotch rope, drawing in the borders he needed for his design.

"Of course, it would be easier to do it the normal way... But this will be slower, and much more painful - I'm going to mix bear spray in with the ink. I can't even begin to imagine how much the capscasin will burn beneath your skin... Or for how long... But we'll soon find out."
 
Even after he uncapped the marker, Sam was still oblivious to what his plans were and she had no idea what stick and poke was. But the look in his eyes betrayed it would be painful. Yet she had no idea how painful it would be. Only when he mentioned something about mixing ink with bear spray did she connect the dots. A tattoo. It was something she had been weary of before. Many of her readers had voted positively when the fictional her asked if she should get a tattoo and what kind of. She hadn't talked about this with Zac. In fact they hadn't talked about anything and now it was going to happen anyway.

She tried to move a little where he had marked her lower stomach but she soon found she was unable to move at all. A lot of thoughts shot through her brain. Did she really want this? Would it be permanent? Would she be able to handle the pain. The last thought gave her a surge of adrenaline again. Pain. It was such a fictional word. She thought she had felt pain, yet self inflicted pain was different. Her red throbbing clitoris was proof of that. Yet that was a pain she could live it. It was a warm, burning kind of pain that quickly faded and even though it was still tender and swollen, if nobody touched it, it didn't hurt at all.

Sam somehow got the feeling that capsaicin underneath her skin, combined with a needle sticking into her would be a whole different kind of pain.

"Zac? Can..."

She wanted to talk about it. Or so she thought. The fact that she didn't finish her sentence kind of proved to her that she didn't want to talk about it and feel the pain. There was also still the fact that she still didn't fully know if Zac would even listen. How voluntarily was she still here? Would he stop if she told him to?

She softly shook her head.

"Never mind... I.. I think I'm ready. I trust you."

Trust. Another fictional word that meant nothing to anybody until it meant something. Sam wasn't sure she trusted Zac. But she was sure she wanted to feel the pain. Having felt everything so far much more intense than anything she ever felt before, she could only imagine what real pain would feel like and she was ready to forget her doubts and fears and just revel in the agonising pain that she hoped this would give her.
 
Having marked out the borders of his canvas Zac paused for a moment. He couldn't shake a feeling of dissociation, like it was someone else's hand that held the pen to Sam's supple, pale skin. He was probably still aroused, but somehow that seemed unimportant now too, just an annoyance in the background, trying to distract him from his work. Sam wasn't helping with that either. She uttered some line about trusting him, like it actually mattered at this point. They hadn't set any safe words either, had they? Zac honestly couldn't remember that either... But he was pretty sure even if they had that he wasn't about to stop.

Actually, he'd much prefer if his canvas would just stay quiet. A little more fear might be nice too... She was hesitant, but still willing, somehow... Zac couldn't decide if that was a good or a bad thing. Part of him wanted to see her break down. And then to see what would happen. Would he actually stop? Would his guilty conscience kick in, or would the sadism win out? He honestly wasn't sure himself.

Zac didn't bother to affirm Sam's trust in him. Let her guess, just like he had to. He barely even acknowledged she'd spoken - instead of responding to her, he took a ball gag, pushed it roughly into her mouth, and buckled it tightly in place. Time for conversation was over. If he wanted to talk then he would, but she was only to listen... And to whimper, he'd allow her that.

While she got accustomed to the hard rubber ball filling her mouth, Zac began to sterilize the area he intended to tattoo, wiping it down with a sterile medical wipe. If there'd been hair there, he'd have shaved her too, but there didn't seem to be any need. If he'd been a proper artist, he'd have had a stencil or something too, but Zac didn't know much about those. What he was planning wasn't all that complicated anyway. So instead, he just used a regular old ballpoint pen to draw his lines - it was a backyard job in a shitty hotel after all, not some fancy tattoo parlour. If he pulled it off without any infections, that was probably good enough. As it was, he wasn't entirely sure how the bear spray would act when applied subcutaneously... He figured it ought to be safe enough... But Sam would be his first actual test subject.

The actual process was simple enough. Mix the ink and spray, sterilize the poking needle, dip it in the mixture, and then just push it into Sam's skin. He needed to break her skin and draw blood, but that was about as deep as it needed to be. Basically harmless.

It ought to burn for fucking hours though. Hopefully days. There was really only one way to find out, but by the time he was finished, Sam would have a permanent, painful reminder of the experience. As for what it would say, Zac had barely needed to think about that. Right from the start, he knew the perfect tattoo. It would be an advert, but also something degrading, that would constantly remind Sam what a pervert she was. Even without looking at it, she'd be able to feel it burning, and when he eventually paraded her naked, everyone else would know it too.


PROPERTY OF
TGMC.COM

With his lines drawn in, Zac's sole focus became that small rectangle of skin just above Sam's helpless cunt. No amount of struggling would let her escape the slow, but incessant pricking of the needle though. After each and every prick, Zac had to re-dip his needle in the ink-capscasin mixture, and carefully line it up for the next little pop of pain. As pain goes, Zac figured it ought to actually be pretty mild, but from each prick there ought to be a bloom of fire, that would slowly build into a burning ache as the bear spray did it's thing. And Sam would have little choice but to stay still and wait patiently for it all to stop. There was nothing to distract her from it, not even Zac's voice, except for the bonds holding her tightly in place, or the rope bisecting her pussy. Grinding against that was really the only option Sam had to distract herself, but doing so would no doubt provoke Zac as he sat, hunched in concentration.
 
The pain was red hot, searing straight from her skin into the front of her soul. She'd dabbled in some pain before, much like what Zac was doing. Pinching her own skin with needles and things but nothing could have prepared her for this. It wasn't even the needle breaking the skin. That pain was mild compared to what came next. The capsacain was so bad Sam didn't know how to handle it. She writhed in her bonds, not finding any relief in that. Her fingers digging into her palm inside the wrapped up balls that where her hands.

All she could do was scream from underneath the ball gag, which muffled a lot but not all. It being Sam's only release she used it to the max. Taking deep breaths of air, causing her chest to rise, holding it for a second to brace herself and then exhaling in long agonising wails of pain and discomfort. Zac had done a good job in securing her and not being able to get away from the pain only enhanced the pain even more for Sam.

Tears ran down her face for the duration of the procedure but by the end, Sam was exhausted. The pointless trashing against the bonds, the screaming and the pure agony had taken it out of her and she had more than once wished it would all be over. When she saw Zac get up, Sam's breathing was irregular and there was a thick layer of perspiration on her skin, making it glisten in the dim light of the shoddy hotel room.

With eyes as big as saucers she looked at him, pleading at him for it to be over. She hadn't signed up for this. This was too much. What feared her most though was the fact that although Zac was done with his work, the pain didn't fade. The small pricks of the needle breaking her skin were over, yes but the searing pain wasn't. It felt like her skin was on fire and there was nothing she could do about it, other than to let it burn.

She cried under the gag, mumbling and moaning, desperate for the pain to end.
 
Sam could scream herself as hoarse as she liked, but now that he'd started, there was no backing out. Zac had a job to finish. He just hoped that he wouldn't have to deal with any nosy neighbours, or cops. Among other reasons, he'd chosen the place because people knew better than to get curious around this area, but he still wished he'd taken the time to muffle her a bit more thoroughly. Lesson learned for next time.

Still, she was overreacting a bit, wasn't she? She'd talked a big game, but when it came down to it... Zac couldn't resist the temptation. Gingerly, he pressed the ink dipped needle to his own arm. A small prick, and then an intense, persistent bud of fire began to bloom in his forearm. And there Sam was, suffering from a few thousand of those tiny pain flowers. Delicious. Zac was curious how Sam felt now. Did it still turn her on? Or was she just desperately awaiting him to set her free? Even if he did though, there was no going back for her. She'd have to wait it out... However long that might take.

Zac figured it would probably last a few hours... But he hoped it would be days, months even... A constant torment for his cute little pain slut, one she couldn't avoid or escape. He had so much more suffering in store for her, provided she made it through this small trial.

Rising to his feet, Zac took his time stretching as he looked over his hard work. He should get a picture, he knew, but he was tired. It had been more taxing than he'd expected, and his focus was well and truly spent. All Sam had to do was lay there, process the pain, and just accept her fate. He had to deal with all her mewling and wriggling as he worked. Even now he could see he begging him with her eyes for release... Like it would actually improve anything. She ought to be glad he didn't lube up a dildo with the capscasin and shove it in her ungrateful cunt. Her audience would love that.

"I'm Done." He told her with finality. "Quit your fucking whimpering, Princess. Now, I'm going to take your gag off, and your first words had better be thanking me for the punishment..."

Leaning over his victim, Zac reached out to release the buckled on the viciously tight gag that filled Sam's mouth. It wasn't really a kindness that he was releasing it though. Once he had it loosed, he slipped the rubber ball from her lips and left it hanging like a collar around her neck. Then he turned his attention to the crotch rope digging into her pussy. Between the rubbing as she struggled, and her earlier spanking, it had to be incredibly swollen and tender by now.

He barely gave Sam any time to gather herself or work on thanking him for her punishment before his fingers were back at her mouth. "Suck." He commanded, as he pushed two digits forcefully into her mouth, lubricating them with her drool. It really didn't take a genius to figure out what he was planning to do with them next.
 
The pain was all Sam could think about. It had become her whole world and all she could do was take it. At the same time, she also realised that this was indeed what she craved. Because despite the burning and searing pain, she felt alive. No more numbness or dulled senses. Everything was dialled up to eleven and despite even the rope painfully thread through her pussy, she felt arousal underneath that thick blanket of agony.

The agony was so present she only heard Zac speaking in the distance. As if she was drowning in a pool of hurt and he was speaking to her on the side of the pool. Her vision blurred by the tears, her senses overloaded by the pain.

When the ball gag came out, Sam instantly got a cramp in her jaw, making talking hard but she managed to produce a few sounds resembling a thank you before Zac pushed his fingers inside of her mouth.

Immediately she began to suck them, handling the pain now as quietly as she could. She lapped at his fingers, knowing, or hoping, where they'd go next.

As she lay there, still writhing in agony and sucking his fingers, the redhead also wanted to beg Zac. Beg him for more pain, to feel alive even more than this. She wanted this to be her new life. A hopeless young slut, begging for pain and misery. The blog would explode, especially if they would upload some actual footage, either film or picture.

But she had already learned not to beg and to behave. So with her eyes wet from the tears but wide open in agony and bliss, she looked up at Zac while she obediently sucked his fingers, completely ready to surrender to him forever if he would ask her to.
 
There was something incredibly erotic about the sight of Sam sucking so enthusiastically on his fingers. It was the sort of thing he really ought to be documenting somehow, he knew, but a jealous part of him wanted to keep the moment just between them. She was doing so well, so much better than he'd hoped or feared...

"Good girl." He encouraged her softly as he pulled his fingers from her mouth, using the moment to smear away her tears from her cheeks with his thumb. A small moment of tenderness amidst his usual harshness, that he quickly repressed. They were far from done yet, and Zac's aching cock was a constant reminder of how she'd snubbed him. He wouldn't forgive her so easily for that.

His fingers lingered for only a moment before he pushed them roughly inside her. His goal wasn't her pleasure, but the act of violation. He wanted to feel for himself just how aroused she'd gotten from being tied up and abused. There was no way in hell he'd allow her to cum when he himself was so frustrated. A little teasing probably wouldn't go amiss though.

"Tight little slut, aren't you Princess?" He growled as she clenched on his fingers. "Don't get any ideas of cumming though... You're going to be kept in denial. No matter what I do, you're not allowed to cum. You know why, don't you, Sam?"

Zac began to slowly explore her insides with his fingers, curling them inside her as he teased her badly overstimulated pussy. As his fingers searched, his thumb threatened her clit, assaulting her from within and without simultaneously. As he worked, he snarled at Sam, daring her to disobey him, to prove just how turned on she was, to give him reason to take their game even further...

"Go on, bitch... Give me a reason to punish you harder. If you get off on this, I'm going to be much, much harsher... Starting with sewing your disobedient cunt shut..."
 
Sam wanted him to punish her more. She was aching, quite literally, for him to hurt her even more. Her heart was pounding in her chest as some of the capsacin had reached her blood stream. She was also getting hot and was beginning to sweat quite a bit. So she needed the release, but not of an orgasm. She didn't want to cum. Knowing how all her previous orgasms had usually completely ended her state of arousal, she didn't want it. This pain, this bliss, she wanted to last forever.

"I won't cum sir."

Her voice was weak and already hoarse and dry and with each passing minute her heartbeat increased. She hardly felt his finger inside of her but what she felt of it, was nothing but more pleasure. Different pleasure but pleasure still. The pain and now the adrenaline again had her pussy wet and sloppy but it was still clear how tight she was from having very little sex in her life.

At that point, she felt she was slowly getting into a spot of bother, her body clearly reacting to the pain and capsacain. Her body now encapsuled in a thin layer of perspiration, it was struggling to cool itself down, even with her increased heartrate.

"Sir.. I.. don't want it... but I think I need some water or something.."

She trusted him, strangely, and was even prepared to gamble on him not giving her the attention that she felt she needed. If she would pass out, or worse, she trusted him. The thought of that, being at his mercy completely and her life depending on him, turned her on even more.

Her pussy clenched around his fingers as she spoke, betrayed the emotions she felt that her body could not display at the moment.
 
Something about the way Sam told him she wouldn't cum pissed Zac off. As irrational as it seemed, it felt like a challenge, like she was the one in control of whether or not she came, not him. It made him want to prove her wrong. To force her to cum over and over, just so he could go ahead and punish her for it. It would hardly be fair of him... But why the fuck should he care about that? Right now, he could do whatever he wanted to the girl, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do to stop it.

She complained that she needed water or something. Maybe she did. But Zac knew she could still go a very long while yet before she was in any real danger, and he had no intentions of relieving her discomfort any time soon. Maybe he'd coax her into a sweat box some time. Keep her there a couple of days with just the bare minimum to keep her alive, and let her experience real heat exhaustion.

Zac was convinced that she was just a bit hot and bothered from the capscasin and her own arousal. Nothing he needed to be concerned about. He grabbed her face roughly and squeezed her cheeks, as he fingerfucked her tight little pussy, enjoying the way she contracted around his fingers.

"Suck it up, Princess. I'm a long way from done with you yet. We're going to walk you around town on a leash like a good little pervert so you can show off your new tattoo... But I'm going to take a bit of a break first, go for a nice cool shower and all that... so I'll just leave you to suffer for a while, eh?"

"Though I guess we ought to spice it up a bit, huh? Wouldn't want you to get bored, would I?"

Zac pondered what he should do with her. There was a hitachi in his toy bag. He could strap that to her, and see if she could make good on her promise not to cum. But somehow that seemed like far too nice of a thing to do. He could use the leftover ink to paint the inside of her tight little fuck hole... But that just seemed like more of the same. A TENS unit might be fun - leave her twitching as pulse after pulse of electricity sent spasms through her body... But sadly, he wasn't that prepared.

He could beat her a bit, but that seemed like a lot of work, and with her pain receptors already overloaded by the capscasin... It hardly seemed worth the effort. No, he needed something that would maximise her discomfort in an entirely new way. She'd asked for water... So he'd give her water, just not the way she expected it. He slipped his fingers out of Sam's pussy, tracing a path to a place that was even more taboo. His fingers pressed insistently against her puckered sphincter, demanding entry.

"You know what? I think I'm going to give you that water after all... Ever played with your ass, Princess? How about I fill you up and leave you tightly plugged till we go out? Imagine how desperate you'll be by then... Does that excite you?"

Even if it didn't, it sure excited Zac. He could just imagine how much pain and discomfort she'd be in by the time he returned. How utterly desperate she would be by then for release. How sweetly would she beg? How much would she be willing to concede for her freedom? And while she was suffering he could take his time to relax. Maybe deal with some of his pent up frustration. He could even get a little more work done on the website. Maybe the members would have some good ideas... Hell... He should make a little teaser video, put up a poll asking them what they should do next. They definitely wouldn't hold back...
 
When she felt the finger against her anus, Sam began to feel a little worried again. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take and yet Zac said he was far from being done with her. Pushing her limits. That was what she wanted but this felt too much. It had felt good until the tattoo. After that, things escalated quickly and Sam, blurred by the agony wasn't sure how to make it stop. Surrender and pray it would end? Or resist? He knew what she wanted so even if she resisted, he'd probably take that as her wanting more and without having agreed on a safeword, there wasn't much she could do.

She swallowed when he mentioned if she ever played with her ass and then nodded meekly.

It took a few attempts to get the words out audible.

"A few times... with a small vibrator.. nothing too serious.."

Somehow she felt that was about to change. He had agreed on giving her water but she knew it wasn't like she had intended it. She had experienced Zac enough already to know he wouldn't let her get off that lightly. Though she didn't know what he meant with the being plugged and giving her water. For a brief moment she wondered if and how she could feel any worse than she already did but quickly discarded that thought, a gut feeling taking over that if Zac wanted, her suffering had only just begun and things were only going to get worse.

A lot worse.

She blushed, barely visible, but she did as she closed her eyes and answered his question. Does it excite you?

"Yes.. yes sir it does.."
 
Sam kept on surprising him by just how willing of a masochist she was. That, or she thought that telling him no would make things worse for her. Either way, she gave him the green light to go ahead and torture her further... And Zac wasn't about to give her a chance to second think it.

"You're a good little doormat, aren't you, Sam?" He commented as he probed her tight little asshole with a finger. He wasn't feeling quite cruel enough to force his way in there without lube, but he suspected Sam would probably enjoy that on some level too. Still, what he had planned for her was bad enough already.

"I'm going to gag you again. You'll be blindfolded and earplugged this time too, okay? That'll have to be good enough until I can sort out a proper hood for you. You won't have any way to opt out, and nothing to distract you. You're going to be fucking miserable, got it?"

Zac set about doing exactly as he'd described. He put the gag back in the girl's mouth and cinched it tight. He followed it with a blindfold, ensuring her vision was completely obscured. Then, just before he put the earplugs in, he gave her a warning.

"Maybe I'll smack you around a bit if I get bored. So keep that anticipation up, eh?"

Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't, either way, he liked the idea of keeping her guessing. And smacking that exposed pussy when she inevitably let her guard down seemed like it would be pretty amusing.

The "earplugs" were actually earbuds playing white noise. He'd considered giving her something more interesting, but the whole idea was to keep her waiting on his whim, and anything else would have detracted from that. She would have to be a good little submissive and just suffer patiently until he wanted her. The white noise would be far more effective at disrupting her hearing than the slight muffling regular ear plugs could achieve.

With Sam now safely deprived of her senses and unable to easily vocalise her distress once more, it was finally time for Zac to make good on the second part of his plan. He wanted Sam filled as much as she could handle, and plugged up tightly to wait until he decided to release her.

Truthfully, he didn't really have much experience with what he was about to do, nor did he have any idea how much she could tolerate or for how long... But they'd soon find out. God help her if she made a mess in his fucking hotel room though, shitty as it was, because he wouldn't be cleaning up. He'd just have to be absolutely sure there was no way she could push the inflatable butt plug out until he let her.

Zac tried not to dwell on the process itself too much. He teased Sam with a couple of lubed up fingers to relax her a bit, filled her as much as he dared, and then pushed the inflatable plug inside her to seal everything inside. A few pumps later and the plug was nicely expanded to the point Sam was beginning to look visibly distressed. And so very incredibly arousing.

He found himself fighting an internal battle if he should just fuck his defenceless toy right there and then... But sadism won out over sexual gratification once again. Taking the time out to fuck her would cheapen his position somehow. He found himself toying with the idea of never fucking her, period. She'd be just a worthless sex toy to abuse. To make money off. But then what? Did he find someone else to fuck? Did he just use her mouth and ass? Zac needed time to think about it. Fortunately he had plenty.

Sam was about ready for her ordeal. After a little more consideration, Zac decided to reimplement the crotch rope... Just to be extra sure that plug was secure. He gave that another pump or two as well, partly because he enjoyed her desperation, and partly because she'd had some time to adjust to the size. She could handle it. Hell, with enough training he could probably get a fist inside there if he felt like it. A little rubber stopper was pretty tame by comparison to that.

With Sam now prepared for the next couple of hours, Zac took his time looking over his miserable captive once more. She was a contrast of beauty and ugliness. Her gorgeous body twisted and bound, fair skin marred by her cruel bindings and reddened and bloody by his abuse. Her breasts and pussy on full display for him, his to tease or torture as he liked. Her tightly plugged ass, keeping her from releasing the water she'd begged him for, stretching her poor belly taut, and her new tattoo as well. The one that demarked her as mere property. The thing on the table wasn't human. It was a piece of art.

Zac's fingers traced over the tattoo, down towards that helpless cunt. But he let them trail off. With only that as a goodbye, he left Sam to her private hell.
 
One woman's hell was another woman's heaven.

At first, the pumping of the plug caused a little panic in Sam. She couldn't hear, see or speak but that didn't mean she couldn't try. Seeing was definitely out of the question. The mask or blindfold completely blacked out her vision and the white noise blocked out all sounds. It also meant she couldn't hear if, through the tight gag, she was still making a sound or not. When she felt the rope being tightened around her again she decided she didn't really care if somebody could hear her.

She wanted to be fucked. Sam wanted the release of an orgasm, now more than anything and as she felt Zac's finger's trace over it, for a brief moment she felt she was going to get it but then there was nothing. Just the white noise and her agony. The still burning skin and her uncomfortably plugged ass. Each move, no matter how subtle caused all the pain to flare up again and it took her longer than it probably should have to realise Zac was no longer touching her. Was he still there even?

And then, along side the physical torture, the mental torture began as well. What if he had left her? Who would find her? And would they find her in time? Would they help her? Or see a tied up ready to fuck young pussy? Gang rape her, breed her, kidnap her and use her as a sex doll.

The thoughts aroused Sam big time, knowing they were taboo's that would never ever happen but that made fantasies so good. Being fucked continuously until she'd pass out and then being fucked while semi unconscious. Just to make it absolutely clear she was nothing but a sex doll. She squirmed, despite, or maybe because of the pain as well as she waited for whatever was to come next.

She quickly lost track of time as minutes could last hours or seconds and seconds felt like minutes or hours. It was impossible to tell but with each passing moment, the naked and bound redhead began to feel more and more desperate for release and water. In the right place this time.
 
Zac wasn't actually gone for long. He had no intentions of leaving his new toy unsupervised... unmolested... It was far too enjoyable watching her suffer. But he had every intention of watching in comfort. So maybe fifteen, twenty minutes later, he returned from the convenience store, tossed his groceries on the bed, and cracked a cold beer as he stood over his largely oblivious feminine captive. Just the sight of her was enough to make his cock stir frustratingly in his denims once again.

How should he announce his return? Would she even be aware that he'd ever left? Zac pondered as he swigged his cold beer. Should he trail his fingers over her? Take a crop to that desperate little pussy..?

Nah, fuck it... No need to get fancy about it... And he wasn't feeling that nice either... He loved seeing the little slut suffer, and he had no intentions of letting his grudge over her half assed attempt to suck his cock go so easily either. Zac just reached out and crushed a nipple roughly in his fingers. Then he left her to thrash around in shock as he flopped on the bed to check the website. The blog was all Sam, but that didn't mean he couldn't drop a little teaser... Scrolling down to the comments, he linked one of the pictures he'd taken earlier - heavily cropped, of course. Newownership.jpg

Confusion began almost immediately. Disbelief soon followed. Zac grinned and followed it up with one more reply - What should I do to this little fuck toy next? Then he left them to it. He'd read through their ideas later.

He finished his beer. Ate one of those nasty prepackaged sandwiches. Regretted his food choices a bit. Took a shower. Rubbed one out. Wondered why the fuck he wasn't using the living sex toy strapped to the table...

He wandered back out in the buff, smelling good and feeling fresh. Ready to go. Not that Sam was aware of any of it. She was totally fucking oblivious to everything of course. Except pain... And pleasure, if Zac allowed it. She'd been under duress, pretty much the entire day now... He couldn't even imagine how Sam was feeling at this point. He figured she'd probably have more or less given up by now... But she couldn't, could she?

He trailed his fingers across the bound body. Over her tightly stretched little stomach and her adorable new tattoo. He played with her a little while watching as she reacted to his hand as he traced over her. It must have been incredibly frustrating for her, all she could do was wait and hope. Would he tease her, hurt her, or finally give her some sort of relief..?

Eventually he grew bored of that too. At long last, the hitachi finally came out of the toy bag. He slipped a condom over it, plugged it in, and nestled it snugly against Sam's deprived pussy. Before he turned it on though, he pulled one of her earbuds out for just a moment.

"No cumming..." He reminded her with a low growl, before replacing the bud to return her to her isolation hell once more. Message delivered, Zac turned the device on, pressing it firmly in place and watching her carefully for any attempts to slip one through under the radar, ready to pull the hitachi away at a moment's notice. He'd edge her to a hopeless mess, even more so than she already was, and then, finally she'd be given a chance to redeem herself.

When he finally judged that she could take no more, he cut her loose from the table. Just the ropes holding her down. Tossed the still mostly immobile girl on the bed, and pounced on top of her. Wordlessly, he unbuckled her gag, and maneuvered her head into place pressing her lips up against his stiff cock for the second time, using her flowing red hair like a handle. This was her chance to redeem herself for her earlier mistakes, to show what an enthusiastic little cocksucker she could become.
 
Sam was just exhausted by the time the hitachi came on. She wasn't an expert in any of this and everything that had happened was new to her. Her brain had given up and her body had done even sooner. All she could do now, was to just lay there and accept whatever was happening. The arousal hadn't gone, far from it but she couldn't process things anymore. She struggled to focus on the Hitachi so the command not to cum wasn't that difficult, which was surprising Sam given how much she had wanted or needed that. It would probably come back later.

When she was released, partly, she felt relieved, hoping that she'd be able to move, see and hear again. To talk about it all and tell Zac what she liked and didn't like about it. Instead though, the blindfold stayed on, as did most of the restraints and as she flew through the air, briefly, she again wondered if this would be it. He would kill her and leave her there to die.

But then the gag came off. She had just enough time to stretch her jaw muscles a little bit before she felt his cock against her lips again.

Sam swallowed, wettening her mouth a little and then took the cock in her mouth. She tried to do a better job and began to suck hard like on a lollipop. After a few of those, she began to flick her tongue over the tip of Zac's cock, hoping this time, her efforts would be enough to either satisfy him or make him cum.
 
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