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The Disappearance (LataXQB)
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Day 3. Food came only to those whom their master deemed worthy of it, that obviously meant that Fiona was starved throughout her stay. Why resist when she could easily find comfort and minimal agony simply doing as he pleased? For once it worked well with Agnessa: obeying his every command and yielding to his demands, no matter how great it became apparent she was afraid and ever compliant since the first day she was kidnapped. And for that, she was given a reward: she slept on the floor instead of in bondage and she needed not to wear a gag only because she rarely spoke out of turn.
Enjoying a drink, the sight of the dreaded predicament that Fiona was in furthered only to harden his member. After all, it was natural to feel proud about one's accomplishments. Fiona's arms were bound tightly behind her at wrist and elbow, she wore discipline boots that forced her up on to the points of her toes. Though her legs were unbound, she was forced to stand on two bricks a couple of inches apart, with a shiny metal plate covering the top of them. The worst thing about the position was the thick hemp rope noose that was looped about her neck and attached to another of the ceiling hooks above her. Any stumble or attempt to step off the bricks would likely mean she would strangle herself. Ball-gagged, she was unable to struggle free from her current bondage predicament yet was free to curse him with an empty stomach and a mind overloaded with pleasure and bondage.
A further rope was wound about her waist and through her crotch and I saw a pair of thin wires leading from her pussy to the plate on the bricks, then across the floor to what looked like a small transformer plugged into a wall socket. She had been enduring intense vibrations for a few minutes now and already a bit of her wetness began to seep, orgasmic fluids dripping down to form a small puddle beneath. Fiona knows she can end it just by stepping off the bricks, because the soles of those lovely black boots are fitted with metal contacts. If either one is touching the metal plate, the circuit is closed and the power remains on. With the intensity slowly rising, he hoped that her will to live would force her to stay upon the metal plates as should she step off the plate the noose would no doubt tighten. Vicious clover clamps bit into her full breasts, bound with a lock of rope round and round until they formed into a firm sphere. With the tatters of her panty hose and her wet panties, soiled from countless orgasms her underwear did little to cover up her body.
Meanwhile, Agnessa knelt by his side, sitting upon her haunches with her back straight. He made it clear to instill into the slut just what would happen if she defied him. Namely, spit in his face when she was given the moment to talk. "How are your nipples doing, Cunt?" he asked, not even bothering to turn an eye towards Agnessa. Her nipples were recently pierced and doused harshly in alcohol to further her agony, golden rings fitting well against her hardened nipples. Wearing only a leather chastity belt, with both of her holes stuffed and vibrating it became a challenge to hold back any urge to cum. He made it clear that Agnessa's body belonged to him and that she would beg for release should she desire it. Most of the time however, she would not get it.
The ball-gag was simply there for occasion: drooling and muffled talking had been a few kinks he was keen on. Leaning back, he placed the ice-cold drink that she had been forced to hold for him, a small bucket of ice cubes right beside her. She was tasked to grab a handful of ice everytime he was to return his drink just to cool down the water he drank at the expense of her hands feeling the chill. "Answer me, Cunt. Do you feel Pussy needs to be punished more?"
No longer did they have names: Agnessa was called Cunt and Fiona was named Pussy. This was how it had been since the first day of their capture and it certainly wouldn't end anytime soon. Reaching to place down his water, he sat back and watched the torture, even as the orgasms would inevitably come there was little Fiona could do to stop it.
Enjoying a drink, the sight of the dreaded predicament that Fiona was in furthered only to harden his member. After all, it was natural to feel proud about one's accomplishments. Fiona's arms were bound tightly behind her at wrist and elbow, she wore discipline boots that forced her up on to the points of her toes. Though her legs were unbound, she was forced to stand on two bricks a couple of inches apart, with a shiny metal plate covering the top of them. The worst thing about the position was the thick hemp rope noose that was looped about her neck and attached to another of the ceiling hooks above her. Any stumble or attempt to step off the bricks would likely mean she would strangle herself. Ball-gagged, she was unable to struggle free from her current bondage predicament yet was free to curse him with an empty stomach and a mind overloaded with pleasure and bondage.
A further rope was wound about her waist and through her crotch and I saw a pair of thin wires leading from her pussy to the plate on the bricks, then across the floor to what looked like a small transformer plugged into a wall socket. She had been enduring intense vibrations for a few minutes now and already a bit of her wetness began to seep, orgasmic fluids dripping down to form a small puddle beneath. Fiona knows she can end it just by stepping off the bricks, because the soles of those lovely black boots are fitted with metal contacts. If either one is touching the metal plate, the circuit is closed and the power remains on. With the intensity slowly rising, he hoped that her will to live would force her to stay upon the metal plates as should she step off the plate the noose would no doubt tighten. Vicious clover clamps bit into her full breasts, bound with a lock of rope round and round until they formed into a firm sphere. With the tatters of her panty hose and her wet panties, soiled from countless orgasms her underwear did little to cover up her body.
Meanwhile, Agnessa knelt by his side, sitting upon her haunches with her back straight. He made it clear to instill into the slut just what would happen if she defied him. Namely, spit in his face when she was given the moment to talk. "How are your nipples doing, Cunt?" he asked, not even bothering to turn an eye towards Agnessa. Her nipples were recently pierced and doused harshly in alcohol to further her agony, golden rings fitting well against her hardened nipples. Wearing only a leather chastity belt, with both of her holes stuffed and vibrating it became a challenge to hold back any urge to cum. He made it clear that Agnessa's body belonged to him and that she would beg for release should she desire it. Most of the time however, she would not get it.
The ball-gag was simply there for occasion: drooling and muffled talking had been a few kinks he was keen on. Leaning back, he placed the ice-cold drink that she had been forced to hold for him, a small bucket of ice cubes right beside her. She was tasked to grab a handful of ice everytime he was to return his drink just to cool down the water he drank at the expense of her hands feeling the chill. "Answer me, Cunt. Do you feel Pussy needs to be punished more?"
No longer did they have names: Agnessa was called Cunt and Fiona was named Pussy. This was how it had been since the first day of their capture and it certainly wouldn't end anytime soon. Reaching to place down his water, he sat back and watched the torture, even as the orgasms would inevitably come there was little Fiona could do to stop it.
LataPaine
The Picky One
- Joined
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- Location
- East Coast, USA
A tired expression can be seen in Fiona’s eyes while she stands there upon the two bricks, trembling as she is forced to feel pleasure. She is barely able to keep focused while she stands there with a noose firmly around her slender neck, feeling the roughness of the rope caressing the soft flesh. She winces in pain whenever she feels her stomach rumbling, causing her little cramps here and there since she hasn’t been given food and barely any water for three days straight.
For three days she has been forced to endure various tortures, but she has managed to resist the man that she may soon be calling Master. Her will is weakening by the minute while she stands there, contemplating her own death, but even having a hard time thinking about that whenever she feels a jolt of pleasure whenever the heel of her uncomfortable boots comes into contact with the metal plates on the bricks she is standing on. She wants to just pass out since she is fatigued and sleep deprived as well, looking as if she is nodding off every now and then while standing there, but to be quickly reawaked whenever she feels pleasure causing jolt from the vibrator deep in her cunt.
She struggles to keep her mind focused while she stares blankly to the man sitting comfortably in front of her while his frightened toy sits upon her haunches and waits to replenish her Master’s drink with ice. Tears can be flowing from her eyes just as much as the juices dripping from her pussy, moaning out loudly and arching her body whenever she receives and orgasm. She can feel her mind losing it, but she continues to resist the urge to give into the man that’s training them to be perfect and willing slaves. She worked hard to get where she was as a lawyer and she doesn’t want it all ruined by the horrible man watching her torment. “Mmmmm!” She cries out once more through her ball gag when her mind again drifts off, causing her to again lean back into the metal plate to cause her further agonizing pleasure as more nectar travels down her trembling thighs.
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Agnessa trembles while she is forced to sit upon her haunches next to her Master, finding the position extremely uncomfortable as she feels the muscles in her legs tightening and burning. Her eyes can be seen rolling back every now and then as the vibrators in her pussy and rectum continue to do their work, giving her pleasure, but not enough to push her into an orgasm as she makes little moans every now and then through her saliva soaked ball gag.
Hearing her Master’s voice asking her about her recently pierced nipples, she looks to him with glazed over eyes and tries to answer through the gag. “Good, Master…” She attempts to say, but only sounding muffled. After the torture she had been through, it didn’t take long for her will to break, becoming the man’s willing slut. The word “No” is barely even in her vocabulary anymore, mostly answering with a “Yes” or telling him she is enjoying the horrible treatment she is receiving not matter what it may be. Even with her nipples sore and throbbing painfully, she can’t help but say they feel good.
Seeing him bring the glass down to her, she quickly gets to work and puts in more ice cubes for him. Her hands can be seen red and wet, trembling from the cold pain caused by the ice she is forced to grab for him. While she puts in the ice into his glass, she listens to him ask if Fiona needed to be punished more. “Yes, Master…” She answers without hesitation or even looking to Fiona to make an accurate assessment, looking as if she only cares about herself for the moment since her dreams are often haunted by what he did to her when she first arrived. All she feels she can do is try to ignore the loud moans coming from Fiona as she is given climax after climax.
For three days she has been forced to endure various tortures, but she has managed to resist the man that she may soon be calling Master. Her will is weakening by the minute while she stands there, contemplating her own death, but even having a hard time thinking about that whenever she feels a jolt of pleasure whenever the heel of her uncomfortable boots comes into contact with the metal plates on the bricks she is standing on. She wants to just pass out since she is fatigued and sleep deprived as well, looking as if she is nodding off every now and then while standing there, but to be quickly reawaked whenever she feels pleasure causing jolt from the vibrator deep in her cunt.
She struggles to keep her mind focused while she stares blankly to the man sitting comfortably in front of her while his frightened toy sits upon her haunches and waits to replenish her Master’s drink with ice. Tears can be flowing from her eyes just as much as the juices dripping from her pussy, moaning out loudly and arching her body whenever she receives and orgasm. She can feel her mind losing it, but she continues to resist the urge to give into the man that’s training them to be perfect and willing slaves. She worked hard to get where she was as a lawyer and she doesn’t want it all ruined by the horrible man watching her torment. “Mmmmm!” She cries out once more through her ball gag when her mind again drifts off, causing her to again lean back into the metal plate to cause her further agonizing pleasure as more nectar travels down her trembling thighs.
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Agnessa trembles while she is forced to sit upon her haunches next to her Master, finding the position extremely uncomfortable as she feels the muscles in her legs tightening and burning. Her eyes can be seen rolling back every now and then as the vibrators in her pussy and rectum continue to do their work, giving her pleasure, but not enough to push her into an orgasm as she makes little moans every now and then through her saliva soaked ball gag.
Hearing her Master’s voice asking her about her recently pierced nipples, she looks to him with glazed over eyes and tries to answer through the gag. “Good, Master…” She attempts to say, but only sounding muffled. After the torture she had been through, it didn’t take long for her will to break, becoming the man’s willing slut. The word “No” is barely even in her vocabulary anymore, mostly answering with a “Yes” or telling him she is enjoying the horrible treatment she is receiving not matter what it may be. Even with her nipples sore and throbbing painfully, she can’t help but say they feel good.
Seeing him bring the glass down to her, she quickly gets to work and puts in more ice cubes for him. Her hands can be seen red and wet, trembling from the cold pain caused by the ice she is forced to grab for him. While she puts in the ice into his glass, she listens to him ask if Fiona needed to be punished more. “Yes, Master…” She answers without hesitation or even looking to Fiona to make an accurate assessment, looking as if she only cares about herself for the moment since her dreams are often haunted by what he did to her when she first arrived. All she feels she can do is try to ignore the loud moans coming from Fiona as she is given climax after climax.
In all honesty, he was disappointed that the beautiful Agnessa was easily broken, becoming compliant the moment he tortured her with repeated orgasms. Of course Fiona put up quite the fight before shortly passing out from a sensory overload when her pussy became just too tender and when the pain became just too much. Since then, she would gladly perform oral sex to him, drinking his semen for 'breakfast' before being fed a simple meal of cold pancakes and milk in a dog bowl. But for the defiant, meals consisted nothing more of a vibrator that would force Fiona into orgasms and water.
If only she would grow common sense and see that following orders was her true calling in life. Oh he would savor breaking in this feisty lawyer. Taking up his drink, he spat into Agnessa's cheek and took a drink. This was the life. A subservient woman who would suffer gladly for him and a rebellious sex slave who required breaking. "I do agree our little Pussy needs some more punishment, isn't that correct Cunt?" he asked, awaiting for her response. Then, placing the cup back into her hands to chill, he reached out to the small black box that controlled the vibrators. Setting the two a little higher, the buzz of the vibrator coming from her pussy grew slightly louder. "You seem to be enjoying this, Pussy. Can you tell me how many times you've cummed now?" Knowing that he expected a clean-cut answer, he then turned towards Agnessa.
"Did YOU keep a track of how many times she cummed, Cunt?" he asked, kneeling down as he looping his index finger around the right nipple ring, pulling it slowly to illicit a response from his submissive slave. Yes, Yes and Yes. The only thing she seemed to be programmed to do. Unable to refuse and able only to accept, she would really make a good sale to some pervert overseas. Cupping his hands onto her chin, seeing a single strand of drool fall to his hand made him slap her rather harshly, only to grasp her hair pulling her back up to face him. "That was very rude, Cunt. Appologize." he demanded, standing up as he walked towards Fiona.
A single finger stroked her cramping, quivering thighs. "Thirty Minutes and Five minutes in this agonizing torture...how are you holding up?" he asked, wearing a sickening smirk once he pulled off the clover clamp upon her right nipple, only to reattach it once again after hearing her satisfying scream of pain. "Are you ready to suck my dick yet?" he asked, stroking her gentle cheeks as the vibrations were spiked up once more...
If only she would grow common sense and see that following orders was her true calling in life. Oh he would savor breaking in this feisty lawyer. Taking up his drink, he spat into Agnessa's cheek and took a drink. This was the life. A subservient woman who would suffer gladly for him and a rebellious sex slave who required breaking. "I do agree our little Pussy needs some more punishment, isn't that correct Cunt?" he asked, awaiting for her response. Then, placing the cup back into her hands to chill, he reached out to the small black box that controlled the vibrators. Setting the two a little higher, the buzz of the vibrator coming from her pussy grew slightly louder. "You seem to be enjoying this, Pussy. Can you tell me how many times you've cummed now?" Knowing that he expected a clean-cut answer, he then turned towards Agnessa.
"Did YOU keep a track of how many times she cummed, Cunt?" he asked, kneeling down as he looping his index finger around the right nipple ring, pulling it slowly to illicit a response from his submissive slave. Yes, Yes and Yes. The only thing she seemed to be programmed to do. Unable to refuse and able only to accept, she would really make a good sale to some pervert overseas. Cupping his hands onto her chin, seeing a single strand of drool fall to his hand made him slap her rather harshly, only to grasp her hair pulling her back up to face him. "That was very rude, Cunt. Appologize." he demanded, standing up as he walked towards Fiona.
A single finger stroked her cramping, quivering thighs. "Thirty Minutes and Five minutes in this agonizing torture...how are you holding up?" he asked, wearing a sickening smirk once he pulled off the clover clamp upon her right nipple, only to reattach it once again after hearing her satisfying scream of pain. "Are you ready to suck my dick yet?" he asked, stroking her gentle cheeks as the vibrations were spiked up once more...
LataPaine
The Picky One
- Joined
- Jul 31, 2009
- Location
- East Coast, USA
Even though Agnessa hasn’t been treated as harshly as Fiona, she still feels quiet hungry since she hasn’t been given much to eat. Semen and small meal just doesn’t seem enough for her body, keeping her low on energy and weak. She can feel her stomach rumbling while she struggles to stay in the uncomfortable position on her haunches, looking as if she may fall over at any moment while her Master proceeds to spit on her face even after having done her task. All she can do is sit there and allow the man treat her like garbage, feeling his spit traveling down to mix in with her own before dripping onto her heavy chest.
“Mmmm…” She replies to her master after hearing him ask if he is correct to assume that Fiona needs to be punished further, obviously saying “Yes” to him through the ball gag wedged in her mouth. After she answers, she takes the glass from her Master and watches him stand before putting his drink into the bucket to chill with her hands. The ice hurts her hands, but she understands that the kind of pain is better than what he could inflict upon her if she didn’t behave herself. “Mmmmm!” She moans out loudly as her vibrators are turned a little higher, rolling her eyes back as she feels the heat deep inside her coming from the vibrations.
Fiona is barely able to focus her eyes to the man that now stands before her, listening to his mocking words while he asks if she can tell her how many times she had cummed. She is barely even able to think straight. The combination of starving and being forced to endure orgasm after orgasm only makes it hard for the poor woman to think, feeling as if she could faint if she received one more climax while her trembling legs wobbled. Sweat can be seen glistening off of her bare flesh, traveling down the curves of her mature form. Not even her soaked and soiled panties are able to soak in the moisture, proceeding to go into her boots.
Agnessa’s eyes widen when he brings his attention to her. “Mmmm… Mmmm… Mmmm… Mmmm… Mmmm…” She attempts to answer, believing Fiona had climaxed at least 5 times already. Even if she got it wrong, she knows she has to accept her punishment willingly or she will only be given a harsher punishment. It doesn’t seem to even matter what she’ll say since he will do just about anything he wishes to her. She just has to struggle to understand which punishment is more pleasing than the other. “Mmmmm!” She cries out when feeling the slap to her face when her drool landed on his hand, feeling him gripping her hair to keep her in place before ordering her to apologize. “MmmmMmMmmm!” She attempts to apologize through the gag, sobbing now while tears stream from her eyes.
After their Master releases Agnessa’s hair, Fiona stares with glazed over eyes to the man standing in front of her again. Her body trembles to the feeling of his hand caressing the sweat soaked flesh of her thighs, wincing from the pain whenever she feels a painful crap since she has been standing there for quite a while. She looks if she is staring through the man as she listens to him, wincing when feeling him pull the clamp from her nipple. “Mmmm!” She cries out when he reattaches the clamp upon her sore nipple, somewhat snapping her out of her daze as she listens to him ask if she is ready to suck his cock.
Her body can be seen rocking back and forth a little, showing she is having a hard time keeping balance now. She can feel the noose tightening whenever her body sways forward, further reminding her that she’ll die if the torture continues. She doesn’t want to die, but she doesn’t want to submit to the man that’s claiming to be her Master. Though, it appears she doesn’t have much of a choice. “Mmmm… Mmmm…” She replies with a worn out and defeated tone, feeling very ready to suck the man’s penis as she winces from the cramp in her empty belly. She feels so dizzy and doesn’t believe she’ll be able to stand up there for another minute, starting to feel desperate to do anything at the moment.
“Mmmm…” She replies to her master after hearing him ask if he is correct to assume that Fiona needs to be punished further, obviously saying “Yes” to him through the ball gag wedged in her mouth. After she answers, she takes the glass from her Master and watches him stand before putting his drink into the bucket to chill with her hands. The ice hurts her hands, but she understands that the kind of pain is better than what he could inflict upon her if she didn’t behave herself. “Mmmmm!” She moans out loudly as her vibrators are turned a little higher, rolling her eyes back as she feels the heat deep inside her coming from the vibrations.
Fiona is barely able to focus her eyes to the man that now stands before her, listening to his mocking words while he asks if she can tell her how many times she had cummed. She is barely even able to think straight. The combination of starving and being forced to endure orgasm after orgasm only makes it hard for the poor woman to think, feeling as if she could faint if she received one more climax while her trembling legs wobbled. Sweat can be seen glistening off of her bare flesh, traveling down the curves of her mature form. Not even her soaked and soiled panties are able to soak in the moisture, proceeding to go into her boots.
Agnessa’s eyes widen when he brings his attention to her. “Mmmm… Mmmm… Mmmm… Mmmm… Mmmm…” She attempts to answer, believing Fiona had climaxed at least 5 times already. Even if she got it wrong, she knows she has to accept her punishment willingly or she will only be given a harsher punishment. It doesn’t seem to even matter what she’ll say since he will do just about anything he wishes to her. She just has to struggle to understand which punishment is more pleasing than the other. “Mmmmm!” She cries out when feeling the slap to her face when her drool landed on his hand, feeling him gripping her hair to keep her in place before ordering her to apologize. “MmmmMmMmmm!” She attempts to apologize through the gag, sobbing now while tears stream from her eyes.
After their Master releases Agnessa’s hair, Fiona stares with glazed over eyes to the man standing in front of her again. Her body trembles to the feeling of his hand caressing the sweat soaked flesh of her thighs, wincing from the pain whenever she feels a painful crap since she has been standing there for quite a while. She looks if she is staring through the man as she listens to him, wincing when feeling him pull the clamp from her nipple. “Mmmm!” She cries out when he reattaches the clamp upon her sore nipple, somewhat snapping her out of her daze as she listens to him ask if she is ready to suck his cock.
Her body can be seen rocking back and forth a little, showing she is having a hard time keeping balance now. She can feel the noose tightening whenever her body sways forward, further reminding her that she’ll die if the torture continues. She doesn’t want to die, but she doesn’t want to submit to the man that’s claiming to be her Master. Though, it appears she doesn’t have much of a choice. “Mmmm… Mmmm…” She replies with a worn out and defeated tone, feeling very ready to suck the man’s penis as she winces from the cramp in her empty belly. She feels so dizzy and doesn’t believe she’ll be able to stand up there for another minute, starting to feel desperate to do anything at the moment.
"I'll take that as a Yes, Pussy." he whispered, smiling as he reached out for the noose, loosening it away as he kicked the bricks, letting her land her sweaty body before letting her fall gently onto the ground. Her body raw and flustered almost everywhere, reaching down low he ripped away what little was left of her silken panties, tearing away the tatters of her pantyhose as well up to her boots. He made it clear she would not be taking those off any time now.
"Do you want my cock, Pussy?" he asked. How many days has it been since the name Fiona Puta was heard? Ever since the kidnapping, she had been given the moniker 'Pussy', with beatings coming should she not come to attention when he called her by such a name. Bags forming under her eyes, exhaustion took it's toll against her body and showed quite clearly even as the pathetic slave continued to drool gagged like such. Starvation, arousal and exhaustion was sure to tame the feisty woman into a servile piece of meat.
"Remember, pussy. You only talk when I say you can talk or when I talk to you and expect an answer. Am I clear?" he asked, removing the ball gag right away, giving her a chance to close her mouth which had been forced ajar causing her to salivate in the bondage. Of course the vibrator continued to hum and vibrate. Faint traces of her makeup began to drip down, sweat and tears from many humiliating sessions in the days past washing it all away. Cupping her chin, he made her look up, before grasping the nipple chain and pulling it off to cause her considerable pain. "Pay attention, Pussy. Don't ever look into my eyes ever again or it may be a shiny pair of nipple rings for you."
Grasping Fiona's hair, he forced her to hobble along by squirming on the ground right as he led her up towards his chair. "If you try to hurt or insult me again, I'll make sure you stay in bondage until you starve to death!" While his threat seemed rather over exaggerated, given how he went through with his 'reward' of piercing Agnessa's nipples it was clear he may not be joking with that after all.
Sitting down on the recliner, he placed her right near the seat where he spread his legs slightly. "Open my pants with your mouth. I'm sure given all that smart talk you gave in the courtroom would have given you a really capable tongue. Make good use of it for once." he commanded, telling her to remove his pants, his boxers and to service him without using her hands. But of course, the vibrations only continued to distract and arouse her...
Meanwhile, he then turned to Agnessa. "Cunt, masturbate." he commanded, giving her no tool to help in such. "And while you're doing that, count from one to ten. If you stop you'll be be punished as well." he advised her, turning back towards his lovely slave Fiona, satisfied to see the exhausted, almost defeated look upon her face.
"Do you want my cock, Pussy?" he asked. How many days has it been since the name Fiona Puta was heard? Ever since the kidnapping, she had been given the moniker 'Pussy', with beatings coming should she not come to attention when he called her by such a name. Bags forming under her eyes, exhaustion took it's toll against her body and showed quite clearly even as the pathetic slave continued to drool gagged like such. Starvation, arousal and exhaustion was sure to tame the feisty woman into a servile piece of meat.
"Remember, pussy. You only talk when I say you can talk or when I talk to you and expect an answer. Am I clear?" he asked, removing the ball gag right away, giving her a chance to close her mouth which had been forced ajar causing her to salivate in the bondage. Of course the vibrator continued to hum and vibrate. Faint traces of her makeup began to drip down, sweat and tears from many humiliating sessions in the days past washing it all away. Cupping her chin, he made her look up, before grasping the nipple chain and pulling it off to cause her considerable pain. "Pay attention, Pussy. Don't ever look into my eyes ever again or it may be a shiny pair of nipple rings for you."
Grasping Fiona's hair, he forced her to hobble along by squirming on the ground right as he led her up towards his chair. "If you try to hurt or insult me again, I'll make sure you stay in bondage until you starve to death!" While his threat seemed rather over exaggerated, given how he went through with his 'reward' of piercing Agnessa's nipples it was clear he may not be joking with that after all.
Sitting down on the recliner, he placed her right near the seat where he spread his legs slightly. "Open my pants with your mouth. I'm sure given all that smart talk you gave in the courtroom would have given you a really capable tongue. Make good use of it for once." he commanded, telling her to remove his pants, his boxers and to service him without using her hands. But of course, the vibrations only continued to distract and arouse her...
Meanwhile, he then turned to Agnessa. "Cunt, masturbate." he commanded, giving her no tool to help in such. "And while you're doing that, count from one to ten. If you stop you'll be be punished as well." he advised her, turning back towards his lovely slave Fiona, satisfied to see the exhausted, almost defeated look upon her face.
LataPaine
The Picky One
- Joined
- Jul 31, 2009
- Location
- East Coast, USA
Fiona soon feels the man loosening the noose and pulling it from her head before suddenly kicking the bricks from under her feet. She falls to the floor with an audible thud, knocking the wind out of her as she groans and writhes on the floor. She feels so weak, feeling pain in her stomach ever time it rubbles. It almost feels as if her stomach is eating away at itself, causing her discomfort and pain.
She winces as she feels her panties being pulled on; feeling her body jerking a little as the fabric is torn apart to expose her tortured pussy as well as her thighs as her pantyhose is removed. Her arms tremble as she glance up to the man from the floor she is laying on, listening to him ask if she wanted his cock, becoming very aware that her new name has become Pussy ever since she has been taken to his home against her will. Too weak to even moan, she just nods her head slowly to answer him
Soon after she answered him, she listens to him explain when she will be able to speak before finally pulling the ball gag from her mouth. Teeth marks can be seen embedded in the hard rubber, showing how hard she tried to endure the torture he put her through. The muscles in her jaw feel very tense since they have been forced into the same position for three whole days. Feeling him cupping her chin, she glances up to him as her head it tilted up so that she may look upon him. The moment her eyes connect with his, she feels him pulling hard on the chains attached to her nipples. She can’t help but cry out loudly, feeling as if her nipples would be torn from her breasts.
She sobs while he warns her of what will happen if she looks into his eyes again, feeling him gripping her hair as he practically drags her over to his chair. More tears flow from her eyes as she listens to him explain that he’ll let her starve to death if she tries to insult him again like before when she first arrived at his home. She doesn’t say a work, feeling too afraid to even say anything right now.
She soon sees him sitting on his chair, feeling him pulling her in closer and between his spread legs before listening to him ordering her to open his pants and pull his member out just her mouth. With her arms behind her back, she doesn’t have much of a choice. Her body trembles and her eyes roll back slightly every now and then, struggling to stay focus and conscious as she brings her face over his crotch, parting her lips as she attempts to grip the zipper with her teeth.
Agnessa soon focuses her attention to her master, listening to him giving her the order to masturbate and telling her to count to ten while she does so. Placing her Master’s glass down, she brings her hands to the crotch of her chastity, rubbing where he slit would be and pushing in so that she can feel her vibrator rubbing against her inside. She barely feels much from it, mostly feeling pleasure coming from the vibrations of the toy. “Mmmm… Mmmm… Mmmm…” She counts, behaving like a good little slave.
Fiona can hear the counting, but doesn’t understand what it’s for, trying hard to ignore Agnessa along with the vibrations coming from her pussy. She breathes heavily, having a hard time just keeping her upper body balanced as her face falls onto his crotch every now and then. She has never felt so weak and pathetic as she grips the man’s zipper, pulling it down with her teeth to expose his underwear. She can hear Agnessa reaching 5 as she reaches up to grip the top of the man’s underwear, pulling down the best she can until she is able to get a glimpse of his large manhood, but suddenly releases. She pants deeply, already exhausted from the exercise even though she managed to just get the head of his cock exposed. She grips his underwear once more and pulls, but then hears Agnessa reach 10. Even after hearing her finish counting, she continues working, struggling and looking clumsy as she tries to get at the man’s dick.
She winces as she feels her panties being pulled on; feeling her body jerking a little as the fabric is torn apart to expose her tortured pussy as well as her thighs as her pantyhose is removed. Her arms tremble as she glance up to the man from the floor she is laying on, listening to him ask if she wanted his cock, becoming very aware that her new name has become Pussy ever since she has been taken to his home against her will. Too weak to even moan, she just nods her head slowly to answer him
Soon after she answered him, she listens to him explain when she will be able to speak before finally pulling the ball gag from her mouth. Teeth marks can be seen embedded in the hard rubber, showing how hard she tried to endure the torture he put her through. The muscles in her jaw feel very tense since they have been forced into the same position for three whole days. Feeling him cupping her chin, she glances up to him as her head it tilted up so that she may look upon him. The moment her eyes connect with his, she feels him pulling hard on the chains attached to her nipples. She can’t help but cry out loudly, feeling as if her nipples would be torn from her breasts.
She sobs while he warns her of what will happen if she looks into his eyes again, feeling him gripping her hair as he practically drags her over to his chair. More tears flow from her eyes as she listens to him explain that he’ll let her starve to death if she tries to insult him again like before when she first arrived at his home. She doesn’t say a work, feeling too afraid to even say anything right now.
She soon sees him sitting on his chair, feeling him pulling her in closer and between his spread legs before listening to him ordering her to open his pants and pull his member out just her mouth. With her arms behind her back, she doesn’t have much of a choice. Her body trembles and her eyes roll back slightly every now and then, struggling to stay focus and conscious as she brings her face over his crotch, parting her lips as she attempts to grip the zipper with her teeth.
Agnessa soon focuses her attention to her master, listening to him giving her the order to masturbate and telling her to count to ten while she does so. Placing her Master’s glass down, she brings her hands to the crotch of her chastity, rubbing where he slit would be and pushing in so that she can feel her vibrator rubbing against her inside. She barely feels much from it, mostly feeling pleasure coming from the vibrations of the toy. “Mmmm… Mmmm… Mmmm…” She counts, behaving like a good little slave.
Fiona can hear the counting, but doesn’t understand what it’s for, trying hard to ignore Agnessa along with the vibrations coming from her pussy. She breathes heavily, having a hard time just keeping her upper body balanced as her face falls onto his crotch every now and then. She has never felt so weak and pathetic as she grips the man’s zipper, pulling it down with her teeth to expose his underwear. She can hear Agnessa reaching 5 as she reaches up to grip the top of the man’s underwear, pulling down the best she can until she is able to get a glimpse of his large manhood, but suddenly releases. She pants deeply, already exhausted from the exercise even though she managed to just get the head of his cock exposed. She grips his underwear once more and pulls, but then hears Agnessa reach 10. Even after hearing her finish counting, she continues working, struggling and looking clumsy as she tries to get at the man’s dick.
By this time Fiona may have gotten used to talking slurred with her mouth ajar: no doubt cramping and soreness would have taken over being ball-gagged for most of the 3 days she spent in his captivity. He made sure to punish her severely for any act of defiance, whether real or imagined. Using terror and sexual torture to compel her to submission, so far such tactics worked in turning Agnessa into a servile sex slave for him. While he could have used drugs to quickly tame the lawyer, what fun would it be? After all, he found himself relishing in the agonized look that Fiona would give him whether she had went through a sleepless night or at the edge of peril with the noose play he had just put her through.
Impatience slowly growing, he grasped her hair, made her look up then slapped her harshly. "I didn't ask for a blowjob an hour from now, I demanded one from you earlier and you're not delivering it! Or maybe I should make you cum until your eyes roll into your head permanently?" Hoping that the threat would be enough to compel the slut to quicken her attempts to give him the blowjob, feeling her teeth fumble around for his zipper.
It was wholly cruel to force Agnessa to try and masturbate even though she wore a leather chastity belt. Of course given the low hum of the penetrating invader from inside it would take quite a bit of time until she would be able to release. Turning his attention back towards Agnessa, he told her "Are you ready to cum yet?" he asked, hearing her moaning slowly rise while he felt, finally, the cloth from his boxers slowly leave his tender area, revealing his hardened and erect shaft.
Impatience slowly growing, he grasped her hair, made her look up then slapped her harshly. "I didn't ask for a blowjob an hour from now, I demanded one from you earlier and you're not delivering it! Or maybe I should make you cum until your eyes roll into your head permanently?" Hoping that the threat would be enough to compel the slut to quicken her attempts to give him the blowjob, feeling her teeth fumble around for his zipper.
It was wholly cruel to force Agnessa to try and masturbate even though she wore a leather chastity belt. Of course given the low hum of the penetrating invader from inside it would take quite a bit of time until she would be able to release. Turning his attention back towards Agnessa, he told her "Are you ready to cum yet?" he asked, hearing her moaning slowly rise while he felt, finally, the cloth from his boxers slowly leave his tender area, revealing his hardened and erect shaft.
LataPaine
The Picky One
- Joined
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- East Coast, USA
Fiona cries out when given the hard slap to the face, causing her to release the man’s underwear while her head is suddenly jerked to the side from the harsh impact caused by his palm. She whimpers and sobs, sounding so very different than she once was when she first arrived, arrogant and full of energy, but she now looks pathetic while she sits there on her knees while trying to suck the man’s cock.
She listens to him belittling her while she sits there trembling, feeling so very afraid of the man. After composing herself, she brings her head back to his crotch and gets back to work, gripping his underwear and pants with her teeth as she again tugs. It takes her another minute or two, but she finally manages to get his cock to spring free of the pants. She stares for a few seconds as the first part of her goal has been met, but soon brings her mouth up, parting her lips and getting ready to take him into her mouth.
She hesitates for a moment as her thoughts of her resistance runs through her mind, having a hard time believing she has finally give up fighting him, but then feels the pain of starvation as her stomach eats away at itself. She can’t help but suck her pride as she brings her mouth over the man’s cock, suckling him as she brings her head down upon him. She sobs and whimpers like a pathetic little bitch while she gives the man a blow job, attempting to milk him of his sperm, working to be fed by him.
Agnessa continues to try to work herself through the chastity belt, having a hard time of it since she can’t get her fingers to make contact with her burning cunt. She wants so much to climax, feeling it coming, but dying down. “Mmmm…” She moans out, feeling her climax coming back once more. She wants to feel the release and soon moans out loudly as she cum, tilting her head back as she feels the pleasure surging through her while her juices drips and forms a puddle under her and between her trembling legs.
She listens to him belittling her while she sits there trembling, feeling so very afraid of the man. After composing herself, she brings her head back to his crotch and gets back to work, gripping his underwear and pants with her teeth as she again tugs. It takes her another minute or two, but she finally manages to get his cock to spring free of the pants. She stares for a few seconds as the first part of her goal has been met, but soon brings her mouth up, parting her lips and getting ready to take him into her mouth.
She hesitates for a moment as her thoughts of her resistance runs through her mind, having a hard time believing she has finally give up fighting him, but then feels the pain of starvation as her stomach eats away at itself. She can’t help but suck her pride as she brings her mouth over the man’s cock, suckling him as she brings her head down upon him. She sobs and whimpers like a pathetic little bitch while she gives the man a blow job, attempting to milk him of his sperm, working to be fed by him.
Agnessa continues to try to work herself through the chastity belt, having a hard time of it since she can’t get her fingers to make contact with her burning cunt. She wants so much to climax, feeling it coming, but dying down. “Mmmm…” She moans out, feeling her climax coming back once more. She wants to feel the release and soon moans out loudly as she cum, tilting her head back as she feels the pleasure surging through her while her juices drips and forms a puddle under her and between her trembling legs.
How the mighty had fallen indeed! Reduced now to merely sucking his cock, forced to endure the seemingly endless arousal the urge to surrender was gradually drilled into her head as the threat of death was very much alive. Applying to both of them, a single trace of defiance was harshly punishable whether by sexual torture or deprivation of necessities. After all, Fiona was given little sleep often struggling in bondage while Agnessa spent most of her time in a cramped cell, a 'reward' from him for obeying his every word.
Hearing Agnessa undergo her climax, he too could not hold back the moans. "Uhmph...ahhh! Fuck yes that's good!" he cried out, grasping her hair rather harshly, pulling along with the rhythm of her head, pulling up when she moves her head up and letting go when she would lower. "Ahhh...Oh yes! Ahhnn..." he exaggerated the arousal he felt feeling her give him head, just to further stimulate her senses to know that the man who forced her to do so appreciated her giving him a blow job.
"UUhmng...Unng...unnhhnng...ahhh yes!" he cried out softly, filling her oral orifice with his semen. "Swallow it all...don't waste any bit of my cum or I'll make you cum five times for that!" given just how many orgasms she had endured under that stressful bondage earlier, he hoped she would not take chances.
When Agnessa climaxed herself, her legs trembling he slowly walked up to her, hand upon her chin as he pushed Fiona away. "Do you want to cum some more, slut?" he asked, walking back and dragging Fiona along by her hair close. Holding her face up, she made her look right towards Agnessa. "See that, Pussy? That is what you should be like. Be a good girl and act like Cunt." he said, throwing her aside as he took the ball gag. And like all good things, relief was brief as she was once again ball-gagged and cast right beside Agnessa.
"I am feeling a little generous today. Whoever cums before the other twice will get to sleep on a bed. The other will suffer in bondage for the night." he said, turning both of their vibrators to a very low speed. "If both of you cannot cum atleast twice before the time runs out, you will both suffer in bondage." he declared. Smiling as he then watched the orgasm Olympics begin...
Hearing Agnessa undergo her climax, he too could not hold back the moans. "Uhmph...ahhh! Fuck yes that's good!" he cried out, grasping her hair rather harshly, pulling along with the rhythm of her head, pulling up when she moves her head up and letting go when she would lower. "Ahhh...Oh yes! Ahhnn..." he exaggerated the arousal he felt feeling her give him head, just to further stimulate her senses to know that the man who forced her to do so appreciated her giving him a blow job.
"UUhmng...Unng...unnhhnng...ahhh yes!" he cried out softly, filling her oral orifice with his semen. "Swallow it all...don't waste any bit of my cum or I'll make you cum five times for that!" given just how many orgasms she had endured under that stressful bondage earlier, he hoped she would not take chances.
When Agnessa climaxed herself, her legs trembling he slowly walked up to her, hand upon her chin as he pushed Fiona away. "Do you want to cum some more, slut?" he asked, walking back and dragging Fiona along by her hair close. Holding her face up, she made her look right towards Agnessa. "See that, Pussy? That is what you should be like. Be a good girl and act like Cunt." he said, throwing her aside as he took the ball gag. And like all good things, relief was brief as she was once again ball-gagged and cast right beside Agnessa.
"I am feeling a little generous today. Whoever cums before the other twice will get to sleep on a bed. The other will suffer in bondage for the night." he said, turning both of their vibrators to a very low speed. "If both of you cannot cum atleast twice before the time runs out, you will both suffer in bondage." he declared. Smiling as he then watched the orgasm Olympics begin...
LataPaine
The Picky One
- Joined
- Jul 31, 2009
- Location
- East Coast, USA
Fiona continues to bring her head up and down upon her Master’s cock, suckling him and following his instructions as she attempts to milk him of his sperm. She winces and gives out a whimper over his manhood when feeling him painfully grip her hair from the back of her head, feeling him pulling her head up when it’s time for her to move back before she moves herself back down to take him back inside of her mouth. She finds it so hard to focus on her job while the vibrator in her cunt continues to keep her stimulated and moist, giving her a slight burning sensation since she had been forced to experience the vibrations for a long period of time.
It isn’t long before she feels the warmth of her master’s seed fill her mouth for the first time, coating over her tongue, gums, and teeth before she begins to drink. She listens to his warnings, forcing fear upon her since she doesn’t want to experience another orgasm. She had experienced so many orgasms to where she fears it, looking as if she may experience some kind of pain if she cums again. Not wanting to experience that kind of feeling again, she drinks down his sperm, feeling the thick liquid slide down her throat and into her empty stomach.
Once everything has been consumed, she pulls her mouth from his cock, leaving him glistening and coated with her saliva. She winces and falls to her side so easily as she is pulled away, showing how weak she has become from being starved and physically abused. Friona is practically like a ragdoll as she is dragged along the floor by her hair, barely making a sound as a little sperm oozes passed her groaning lips, looking so very out of it as she is brought over to Agnessa. She stares with a daze in her eyes, listening to him telling her she should be more like Agnessa before being dropped on the floor next to her.
She doesn’t resist as the ball gag is forced back into her mouth, feeling the leather tightening before he removes his hands. A confused expression forms on her face while she lies there, listening to him explain that they will be punished if they don’t climax twice. She is the more terrified of the two since her arms are still bound behind her. She can already see Agnessa using her fingers to pleasure herself, listening to her moan while she struggles to get to her knees. She breathes rapidly and tries hard to move her hands, but in her position, it is impossible. She can already hear Agnessa reaching her first orgasm while she is still struggling to reach her own climax.
“Mmmmmm!!” She cries out before listening Agnessa reaching her second climax, trembling hard in fear while her body hunches forward in defeat. She was practically set up for failure with her arms bound. She begins sobs softly as tears floors her eyes, afraid being put back into bondage. She isn’t sure she could take much more of it.
It isn’t long before she feels the warmth of her master’s seed fill her mouth for the first time, coating over her tongue, gums, and teeth before she begins to drink. She listens to his warnings, forcing fear upon her since she doesn’t want to experience another orgasm. She had experienced so many orgasms to where she fears it, looking as if she may experience some kind of pain if she cums again. Not wanting to experience that kind of feeling again, she drinks down his sperm, feeling the thick liquid slide down her throat and into her empty stomach.
Once everything has been consumed, she pulls her mouth from his cock, leaving him glistening and coated with her saliva. She winces and falls to her side so easily as she is pulled away, showing how weak she has become from being starved and physically abused. Friona is practically like a ragdoll as she is dragged along the floor by her hair, barely making a sound as a little sperm oozes passed her groaning lips, looking so very out of it as she is brought over to Agnessa. She stares with a daze in her eyes, listening to him telling her she should be more like Agnessa before being dropped on the floor next to her.
She doesn’t resist as the ball gag is forced back into her mouth, feeling the leather tightening before he removes his hands. A confused expression forms on her face while she lies there, listening to him explain that they will be punished if they don’t climax twice. She is the more terrified of the two since her arms are still bound behind her. She can already see Agnessa using her fingers to pleasure herself, listening to her moan while she struggles to get to her knees. She breathes rapidly and tries hard to move her hands, but in her position, it is impossible. She can already hear Agnessa reaching her first orgasm while she is still struggling to reach her own climax.
“Mmmmmm!!” She cries out before listening Agnessa reaching her second climax, trembling hard in fear while her body hunches forward in defeat. She was practically set up for failure with her arms bound. She begins sobs softly as tears floors her eyes, afraid being put back into bondage. She isn’t sure she could take much more of it.