Extract from: Their Sex Slave Teacher
Dianna was bent over the tubular iron frame at the end of
her bed.
Her legs were spread wide and
bungee cords were wrapped about her ankles that pulled them out to the feet of
the bed posts. Leather straps bound her
knees and thighs to the frame. The top
rail of the frame pressed into the front of her thighs midway up. Braced in this way, she could only bend
forward at the hips. Several bungee
cords hooked together stretched from her collar to the bed head and kept her
upper body horizontal and trembling under strain. This left her breasts dangling under her like
fleshy bells. But they did not hang
totally free.
From his holdall Smith had
produced a simple but terrible device which he placed beneath her chest. It was a thin wooden board, supported by
short unfolding strut legs to lift it to the right height, through which a few
dozen fine nails had been hammered.
Their protruding tips now jabbed up into her breasts as they rested upon
them, their soft under-curves flattening slightly. The nails dug into her flesh and scratched
and pricked it so that little blobs and trickles of red were now flowing down
them. Confused by this painful torment
her nipples were swollen hard again, inflicting even more damage on their
tender skin.
The pain was minimised if she
kept totally still so her breasts did not move and dig the nails any deeper
into her. But of course, Smith did not
allow her that luxury.
He was standing behind her
with a table tennis bat in his hand. He
was smacking this into her bottom and admiring the ripples it drove through her
flesh and the pink blush it brought to her cheeks as its rubber-coated face
beat its dimpled pattern into her bottom flesh.
Every few minutes he stopped to feel the heat in her buttocks and then
he resumed beating her again.
The impact of the blows made
her upper body shake, jiggling and rolling her breasts over the nail board
under them. Each shiver meant a fresh
set of nail jabs.
The gag strap was once more
plugging Diana's mouth which gave her something to bite on when she was not
screaming and sobbing and howling about it.
Tears and spittle dripped onto the bed beneath her.
Smith stopped beating once
again and she felt his hands running across her burning bottom cheeks. They then slid into the furrow of her pussy
mound which had caught a few blows itself.
Only yesterday she would have been outraged at a stranger touching her
so intimately. Now she felt only relief
that he was not hitting her and hoped that he would keep on fondling her for as
long as he wanted. Again, she felt the
pitiful and irrational surge of gratitude towards a tormentor, as she had with
the boys last night. Was that normal in
situations like this? She was not sure
what was normal anymore.
Smith was investigating the
hot wet furrow of her sex and then bringing some of its discharge up and using
it as lubrication to slide his fingers up into her tight tunnel of her
rectum. As he twirled them round inside
her he said. 'I want to screw these pretty holes of yours. I want to hear what you think about that
idea...' And he unbuckled her gag strap.
'Yes, M... Master, please screw
me up there,' she gasped, pouring out the abject and pitiful words. 'I'd l... love to have your cock up my pussy
and b... backside. They were p... properly
stretched by the dildo saddle. You can
get in them really easily and they're nice and juicy...'
But even before she had
finished, she felt his cock head pressing into the wet cleft of her sex
mouth.
Smith rammed into her, and
her body shivered and rocked and swayed back and forth, dragging her breasts
across the nail board once again. And
she sobbed and wailed and then clenched up tight as she was overcome by a fresh
orgasm, spraying her juices out over him even as he was coming inside her. Before this moment she had never thought of
orgasms primarily as a means of blotting out the pain, but she was beginning to
love them for that property.
Smith rested across her
haunches and back with his cock still lodged inside her, his weight pressing
her breasts a little harder down onto the nail board. She bit her lip to stifle her whimpers of
pain.
When Smith recovered, he
pulled his slippery wet cock out of her vagina and transferred it to her rectum
and sodomised her thoroughly, once again setting her breasts roll across the
terrible nail board, which was now stained with her gore.
Dianna did not think that
what with the pain she was enduring and just having a cock up her backside, she
could possibly become aroused enough to come again. And yet in some twisted perverted way this
excited her even more. It was so
unnatural and insulting and crude that it was amazing. She felt the desire building up inside her,
blotting out the discomfort and riding roughshod over her sense of right and
wrong. Her bottom was blazing, she had
a cock up her rear and her tits were being stabbed by nails. Cuming was her only escape, so she came...