But that was not the plan… yet. Leon pulled apart her ass cheeks and easily slid one of his stubby fingers into her back door. Her juices had lubricated it till she was more than ready. He didn’t wait and positioned his cock. When she felt it she stiffened at the impending intrusion. But there was little resistance as he entered her deep and hard. He pounded her as her head went back and forth only moaning with her open mouth. Without missing a stroke he would occasionally lean over to pull and punish her belled nipples. Enjoying the fact he was giving her pain. He lasted even longer the second time until he unloaded his cum deep into her bowels. As he pulled out, the camera caught her freshly fucked and gaping hole.
Leon was spent for the moment and just walked around her making crude comments and touching her while he seemed to be waiting till he could take her precious jewel she had protected for so long.
Timing was perfect, for as I watched, Vanessa breezed through the door of my office. She gave me a hug and said, “Ok Dominic, have I missed anything?” I laughed and said she had, but she was right on time for her part. She was dressed in an unusual outfit for her. Of Gorean flair, but more like a free woman that wanted to be a slave. A Gorean warrior would make her such if she were there. But she was beautiful none the less and ready for Jenn’s next ‘ordeal.’ I complimented her on being in costume and character for the scene to come.
As we walked in, Leon looked at us and knew this was his cue to depart. While I checked the lights and cameras again, Vanessa bent down to look into Jenn’s eyes. “Well, well, well. It seems you are in a bit of a predicament. Maybe I can help you. Or not.” Jenn responded as best she could, “agh, gah, eeze!” Could have meant anything.
She unfastened the stocks that were holding the slave’s hands and head, then removed the gag. But she gave her only a moment to stretch her jaws, utter a few moans and take a breath before straddling her face. Vanessa’s skirt parted and she was naked underneath. She grabbed Jenn by the hair and said, “Lick it slut, until I tell you to stop.” Since she could control her victim’s breathing effectively with her already wet cunt, Jenn had no choice. She licked, choked, sucked, gagged, and coughed, and made sounds which might have been human.
I watched until Vanessa had two orgasms then turned around facing the rest of Jenn’s body. She again straddled her face, but now could reach and torture her clamped and abused nipples. Another orgasm later and she laid her upper body down on the helpless Asian and proceeded to lick and suck her clit and lips. I unfastened Jenn’s ankles from the rack and pushed them back until Vanessa could wrap her arms around them for leverage and continue to feast. They both seemed to cum at the same time. I left them alone to play. The plan was to give Jenn as many orgasms as she could handle before the next round. I am sure that would be many for her and for Vanessa as well. I left them to their fun, for now.
I returned to the office and made a phone call to Joel to set up Jenn’s next appointment, but I kept an eye on the action as well. At one point I saw that Vanessa retrieve a soda from a fridge at a far corner of the studio and make Jenn drink half of it. I was a little puzzled at the break in the action. But when she turned her over and re-bound her to the rack, I suspected what was coming. Vanessa shook up the remaining soda with her thumb over the top of the bottle. She shook it then quickly shoved the end of it up Jenn’s already abused bottom. I laughed out loud at what it must have felt like inside her. But I understood the method to Vanessa’s madness. She was removing all traces of Leon from the girl’s two violated holes with the impromptu mouthwash and enema. Good thinking.
Now back to business. Vanessa re-gagged our little slut with a bridle gag; then she pushed home a shiny steel ass hook impaling the Asian and tied the other end to her long hair. Music to my ears, as Jenn wailed in despair. Her head was tilted back to apply pressure to the hook. I saw Vanessa take the flogger and use it deftly on the kajira’s ass and backs of her thighs. There were light streaks and a cherry red glow, but like Leon’s markings, these would be gone by the time she left. Well mostly. Then she took her hands and rubbed every inch of the helpless naked body. Jenn was no doubt a simmering mess, ready to explode or melt from her own heat. At least her moaning indicated this.
A thought flashed though my mind and I wondered if Jenn were relieved or frustrated that her cherry had not been torn away by the barbaric man on the rape rack. Maybe I would ask her later.
I don’t know how much time had passed and it didn’t matter. I again looked in on the show. I saw Vanessa release the little co-ed and remove the ass hook and the bridle gag. Then she picked her up with ease and carried her to the fur covered bed. But there was not to be much reprieve. I saw Van start to crawl over her from top to bottom, thinking that the good old fashion 69 position was again her goal, but different this time in the soft bed, rather than in the harshness of the rape rack. Being a woman she knew what she was doing and took her sweet time getting there.
First she kissed Jenn upside down, chewing and sucking on her bottom lip. She was in no hurry. She slowly went further until she got to the clamped nipples and released one. The rush of blood back into her nipple was painful, but mixed with the sucking of Vans mouth the pain would soon vanish. She bit at the extended nipple, eliciting more moans, whimpers and sighs of ecstasy. Then a repeat performance with the other. Same response. I heard Jenn moan again, then open her eyes to see Vanessa’s breasts nearly brushing her face. She saw the silver rings through the nipples of her Mistress and took them in her teeth. I saw shear bliss on her face as she pulled and played with them with her lips and mouth while her own nipples felt the pain of Vanessa’s teeth.
Ever so slowly Van progressed further, kissing and nipping her way over Jenn’s sensitive stomach. Her favors were returned in her exquisite journey over smooth flesh. She was in no hurry to reach her target, but once she did, her lips and tongue brushed over the Asian’s swollen clit. One by one she removed each clamp on her labia, extinguishing the pain with her talented mouth. Then each of them drank from each other. Over and over. Orgasm after orgasm. As only two women can experience.
I gave them more time. When I finally did walk in they seemed exhausted, but the fun was not over yet. I forced the bridle/bit gag back into Jenn’s mouth, then carried her to her next venue of torment. Vanessa was right behind me to help fasten Jenn’s arms to the wall where short chains were waiting, high and wide. Then the same with her ankles. I grabbed the camera and took several pictures. A few of her red and dripping cunt, so close up that it would fill a poster size frame with her glistening beauty.
Then I handed the camera to Vanessa. She knew the drill.
“It amazes me, slave, that even though you were forcibly used by a veritable ogre that you still seem to be enjoying yourself. I am impressed. And though not everything you are experiencing is Gorean by the book, you still have kept in character all the while. I think we need to keep pushing your limits, but given your new experiences and perhaps many more in the future, it may be a challenge to find them.”
As I spoke I took a length of string and wound it around one nipple tightly, then attached the other end to the side of her bit. I made it short enough that raising her head to look at me would pull the string tighter as well as stretch her nipple. I did the same with the other. More moans and whimpers. I was learning that I had a pain slut on my hands, though she was only realizing such things herself.
I put my finger under her chin and raised it so I could look her into the eyes. She felt the pain, but all I could see was lust. Vanessa took pictures to capture everything.
I had learned over the years that there was something about being pinned against a wall that got to certain women. The true submissive. It added to the feeling of helplessness. Nowhere to run. Captive. She was the epitome of such women. Her thighs were shiny from her juices all the way to her knees. I raked my nails over her skin as I spoke.
“You seem to like pain as much as you like orgasms. I think I can guarantee you many of both.”
I took a tool of my trade from a drawer. A Wartenberg pinwheel. Essentially a wheel of pins with a handle. Pain could be administered light to heavy depending on the pressure. I started running the wheel lightly over her breasts then to her nipples. Watching her eyes then increasing the pressure accordingly. I did not draw blood but the pin pricks were evident. Her nipples were ultra sensitive, bound as they were by the cord. I then ran it down over her stomach and saw both fear and lust as I neared her clit, then went around it to the outsides of her lower lips. She was squirming.
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