Josh felt a surge of arousal, watching her squirm there, his eyes locked on the clothespins he’d just placed. They trembled and waved a little back and forth with her limited thrashing, the lips they held rapidly turning a dark red. One more to do, he thinks, but realizes he runs the risk of her screaming bloody murder when he places it, no matter how hard she tries not to. Despite all his warnings, he had no desire or intention of killing her, and didn’t want to be forced to. Some kind of gag… his eyes scan the room and the floor… settling on her discarded panties from the night before. He picked them up, smiled evilly as he noticed the crotch of them was well-coated with her mostly dried juices. He balled them up, inside out, and pushed them crotch-first into her mouth, then holds his hand over it to keep her from pushing them out. Then, picking up the last clip in his free hand, he spreads it’s claws open wide and positions it… then lets it go, right on her clit. The effect was immediate and satisfying… a wild, prolonged scream smothered to quiet by her panty-gag, her body tensing and jerking like she was being electrocuted… again… and those pins bouncing and swaying with her every movement between her legs, which he knew was only augmenting her pain.
At this point, even Rachel’s thoughts were an incoherent jumble of screaming agony and desperate pleas, which she was dying to make, but couldn’t. When he’d shoved her dirty panties in her mouth, she was almost grateful for the distraction, even as she fought not to retch, but this… this was more pain than she could ever remember feeling, and it just wouldn’t stop. Rather than getting numb, the flesh pinched between those cruel claws only pulsed and burned more with every passing moment. Dimly, she knew her thrashing and moving the clips was making it worse, but she couldn’t stop. All she could think was ‘please take them off please take them off’, but her muffled sounds were only screams and moans of pain. It felt almost like the clips were worming their way inside her and ripping the flesh between her legs to shreds. She felt him pull his hand away from her mouth, and she immediately started trying to push the panties out of her mouth with her tongue, wincing at the taste of her own stale juices, but he was only gone for a moment and he shoved them back in.
“Do you want me to duct tape over your gag, piggy? I will if you try to push it out again” he demanded, and she shook her head miserably. Still whimpering and thrashing, but slowing now as she started to tire, she simply sobbed and dug her teeth into the soiled cloth in her mouth. The pain was no less, but it had changed, somewhat… rather than the sharp, tearing type it was becoming deeper… a throbbing, burning ache that radiated out from each clip and beat like a drum with her pulse.
Josh had to smother a groan of pleasure as he slowly stroked his cock, watching her struggle. The tender flesh of her pussy was turning dark red around the clips, and her continuous shrieks of pain and thrashing were fading to miserable whimpers and trembling as she tired. ‘Time to turn it up a notch again’ he noted, and stood to grab the paddle from the top of the dresser. This time, he didn’t smack it on his palm, because he wanted everything to be a surprise this time… carefully, as he didn’t want to hit the clips and risk them popping off, he brought the paddle down on her upraised ass, and the screaming and thrashing began anew. He slapped one cheek bright red and then the other… and back to the first. He lost track of how many times he hit her… but by the time he was done, there were actually a couple of spots on her ass where he had abraded her soft skin until it bled. He stared at his handiwork, his cock throbbing painfully, waiting for her to be worn out again. Then the lessons could REALLY start.
Rachel nearly lost consciousness during the vicious paddling, but she was denied even that small kindness as he continued to wail on her defenseless ass. He jaw ached with as she clenched the panties in them tightly to smother the screams she couldn’t stop. Her throat was scratchy and burning from the strain… she’d never screamed this much in her life. Every time she thought she’d experienced the worst pain she’d ever known, he made it worse… she couldn’t feel anything from the base of her spine to halfway down her thighs but boiling agony. She was so exhausted now that her head drooped and she could no longer fight her bonds, but she kept twitching and trembling… tears poured down her face, which was frozen in a terrible grimace of agony and strain. As she hung there, limp and shaking, he asked her with a strange gentleness in his voice “If I take your filthy slut’s panties out of your mouth, do you think you can control yourself and be quiet now? You know what will happen if you don’t…” and she nodded slowly, utterly defeated.
Josh pondered for a moment if it would be truly safe, then grabbed his knife just in case and yanked the wadded-up cloth out of her mouth. She gasped a huge breath, but all she did was continue to sob and whimper exhaustedly. “Good piggy.” he remarked, “Now, it’s time for you to own up to what you think you are, my little whore, and learn the truth.” He took hold of the closest pin on her nipple, and pulled it just a little, forcing a gasp and a louder whimper from her. “When I ask you a question, you are to answer it immediately, and honestly. If you’re too slow, I will twist each clip until you answer… if you lie, I will shove your panties back in your stupid slut mouth and add more clips. Do you understand me?” she nodded yes and he twisted the pin in his hand a bit. “What? I can’t hear you…”
“Yes!” Rachel cried desperately as it felt like he was unscrewing her nipple from her body. “Yes yes yes I understand!” her voice was cracking and breaking from the strain the screams had put on her throat.
Josh smirked and held the clothespin still “that’s better, piggy… now. First question… you think you’re better than most people, don’t you? You think your looks make you special, isn’t that right?” he waited about one breath, and began to slowly turn the clip.
Rachel’s mind was racing… part of her wanted to say no but she knew deep down it wasn’t true… and suspected her tormenter knew it too. She wrestled with it for a moment, until he started to move this clip, then the fresh burst of pain made her blurt “yes!”
Josh shook his head and continued to torture her nipple “not just yes, cunt… complete answer…”
“Yes, I… I think I’m better than uglier people… I expect to be treated better…” she stammered through the agony. As soon as those words left her lips, she felt the pressure ease and the hateful clip come off that breast. “Oh gods thank you” she moaned.
Josh chuckled quietly. “You are learning, aren’t you slut? We might make a worthwhile fuckpig out of you yet… ” he took hold of the other clothespin on her nipple. “Alright… now. #2… you like to cocktease, don’t you? Like to show it off for guys you’d never fuck, just to torment them. Like to think of how you make their dicks hard, and how they might jerk off thinking about you later?”
Rachel nods quickly “yes, I do, I love it, I do it all the time… show off to loser guys… hope they have to jack off because of it…” she can’t get the words out fast enough, and shivers all over and sighs when the next clip is also removed. “… th-thank you… again…” she murmurs, embarrassed.
He grunts in grudging approval “Good answer, but that was the easy part. Now… you will repeat after me… and if you hesitate, you know what will happen. If you don’t say it like you mean it, you’ll get more clips. I’ll make your cunt look like a fuckin porcupine if I have to. You’re gonna learn…” he fingers one of the pins attached to her pussy lip, watching her flinch and smother a pained cry. “You will say… ‘I am nothing. I am not special, I am just a life support system for my fuckholes, which I should be glad to let any man use'”
Rachel’s face burned, and she opened her mouth to say the distasteful thing… but couldn’t force herself to right away. Immediately he began to pull and twist on the clip, fresh pain exploding between her thighs “Nothing!! I… am nothing…” she moaned in pain. “Not special… I’m just a… life support system… for m-my fuckholes… any man can use them…” her body shook with her sobs, and then shivered when he pulled the clip off, not bothering to open it this time. It pinched all the way to the edge of her labia and then was gone. “Oh… my fuckin gods… thank you…” she managed.
Josh began slowly stroking his cock again as he listened to her and watched her body’s reactions to the pain. He had never imagined how insanely hot something like this would be, and he was determined to make the most of it. “Not bad, whore, not bad… if you keep hesitating I may have to make the penalty worse…” he holds the other clothespin on her pussy lip lightly “ok… repeat again… ‘my only purpose is to please men, and from now on I will not tease, but please, any man who asks it of me. I will be meat… a fuckslut for anyone’s taking.” Josh of course didn’t believe for one second that no matter what she said, she would do this… but that wasn’t the point. He wanted to break her ego, and in his inexperience this was all he could think of. All in all, he was rather proud of himself.
Rachel struggles to remember everything “my only purpose is to please any man that asks… I will be meat, a… f-fuckslut for anyone…” her humiliated flush burned down over her chest and recovering breasts. The relief was so intense when he yanked the clip off that her cunt spasmed. “Thank you… thank you… thank you…” she moaned. The pain in her pinned clit was still intense and horrible, but at the same time she clearly felt herself getting wet. She was too exhausted and beaten down to question it anymore… for some reason, this terrible ordeal was turning her on over and over, and she no longer cared why in this moment.
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