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Enslaved
By Argus.




Nicole Moore was bored. That was nothing new, of course. Nicole was
often bored. It seemed to her that every year that passed she got a
little more bored with her dull, dreary life and the dull dreary people
who inhabited it. She wasn't sure quite what to do about this
unfortunate situation, but had more than a few ideas.
Those who knew Nicole Moore had ideas about how to alleviate boredom
too, and most of them involved stripping whatever clothes she was
wearing off the buxom, lithe young woman, spreading her out naked, and
plunging their rigid cocks deep into whatever hole happened to be most
readily available. That Nicole, Nicky to her friends, was a jaded, bored
young girl/woman unlikely to be impressed with their efforts mattered
little to them.
Nicole was a round faced girl, with deep, smouldering hazelnut eyes.
She had thick, dark brown hair which flowed across her smooth ivory
shoulders like spun silk and framed a face with a small, snub nose,
full, seductive lips, and perfect white teeth.
She had a lithe, hourglass figure, with long, perfectly sculpted
legs and a magnificently rounded bottom that pushed out attractively
behind her and drew every male eye she passed like a magnet.
The teenager slouched more often than not, but when standing
straight it was obvious that her full young breasts were large and round
and sat high and firmly on her slender chest. They were of such firmness
that were she in a city people might have thought they were phoney.
But everyone knew Nicky, for she'd been born in Sanford, Wyoming,
and lived there all her life. Sanford was a town of some twelve hundred
people, less, she knew, than many big city high schools.
Sanford had one main street, which had small shops on one side and
houses on the other. The shops mostly served the surrounding farms, and
none was very big.
The highway ran past the edge of town, separated from it by a wide,
deep drainage ditch. Cars sped past, stopping only at Carmela's Diner to
have some coffee or a burger.
It was a hot, muggy August morning, and Nicky was dressed for it in
a pair of tight cutoffs which hugged her perfect behind like a second
skin, and a green, long-sleeved shirt, with the sleeves ripped off, and
the bottom pulled up below her breasts and knotted together there. She
wore no bra, and the thin fabric of the top pulled int tightly around
her firm breasts, lifting them and pushing them together so that a
straying eyes might see the soft perfection of her cleavage and the
small dimples of her nipples. She wore no underwear between the flesh of
her body and her tight cutotff shorts, and the bottom of each buttock
peeked lewdly out from underneath the frayed material in back as the
groin dug into her sex tightly in front.
As usual, with nothing to do, she was walking along main street,
apparently oblivious to the eyes cast her way, slouching, lounging,
yawning, strolling, and looking bored.
Nicky knew just what images the sight of her brought to men, even
the righteous churchgoers who ranted about her tight clothes and went to
church every Sunday to demand others repent their sins. She knew full
well that even as they tore their eyes away from her and turned their
noses up in self righteous indignation their minds were filled with lust
and desire for her, and with thoughts about her naked body exposed to
their carnal desires.
But this not only did not daunt her but, rather, encouraged her to
lower the standards of her dress even further. For it amused her to see
such starchy, priggish men try to hold their eyes off her cleavage or
exposed buttocks, and amused her even more to turn her eyes away from
them, letting them feast their eyes on her body, and then whip her eyes
back to catch them in the act.
On this day, a hot July, the heat was beating down on her head from
above and reflected up from below by the cracked pavement underneath.
She turned into Jack's Grocery, a white, clapboard building with a Coke
sign in the window, and opened the screen door to let herself inside. It
slapped closed behind her and she blinked her eyes in the darker
interior as she walked down the aisle to where the drinks were.
Billy Forbes was leaning over the counter, slumped there reading a
comic book. His eyes rose as soon as she entered, and followed her every
movement as she slouched down to one of the coolers, opened it and
pulled out a bottle. She opened the bottle and slouched back to him.
"Hey, Mr. Forbes," she said, her voice weary sounding from the heat.
"Hello there, honey. Hot 'nuff fer ya?"
"Too hot," she sighed, brushing back her thick bangs and rubbing a
hand over her sweaty forehead.
She lifted the bottle and formed her mouth into a kiss as she
brought it to her lips. She consciously raised it slowly, sliding her
lips down the neck as she closed her eyes and let the liquid flow into
her mouth and down her throat.
Forbes eyes flicked back and forth between her soft lips, wrapped
around the neck of the bottle in a way that gave him a nearly instant
erection, and the way her firm, full breasts pushed out tautly against
the thin material of the shirt bound together below them.
He licked his lips as she slid her lips off the bottle and smiled up
at him.
"That'll be a dollar," he said.
She smiled at him apologetically.
"Could you wait till' my allowance on Thursday, Mr. Forbes?"
He frowned. Forbes was not a man who gave credit, not to anyone. On
the other hand...
She bent forward to gaze at the magazines on the rack in front of
the counter, and Forbes' breath caught as he looked down the front of
her shirt at those perfect white breasts held together there by the
knotted shirt.
They glistened in the light as the girl sweated.
She stood up and Forbes moved around the counter to be closer to
her.
"Now you know I don't give credit, Nicky, honey."
"Awww, come oooon, Mr. Forbes," she pouted, tilting her pretty face
to one side and gazing at him soulfully.
"Well, seein' as how you are one of my favorite customers," he
smiled.
"Maybe I'll consider it. If you give me a kiss for collateral."
"Just a kiss?" she teased, holding the bottle against her chest,
pulled back between her breasts.
"S'long as it's a good one," he grinned.
He looked out the window first, then grinned down at the teenager
and reached out to her shoulders. He pulled her in gently against him,
his hands sliding down her back as he pressed his lips against hers. He
felt her tongue pushing against his and felt his heart skip a beat.
His hands slid further down, down past the waistband of her cutoffs,
down over the smooth, round buttocks, fingers questing for the bottom
where they peeked out and he could feel the lush, downy flesh. His
fingers curledin, squeezing and kneading them as he pushed his own
tongue against Nicky's. He felt her heavy breasts pressing firmly into
his chest as his lips slid wetly against hers, and jerked a hand up off
her buns to push up between their bodies.
He cupped her left breasts, feeling a wave of lust at how soft and
firm and fat it was. His hand squeezed it, making the warm flesh ooze
out between his fingers.
Then she wriggled aside and smiled coyly at him.
"It's too hot for long kisses," she said, sauntering towards the
door.
Forbes looked at her with longing, his cock throbbing inside his
pants as he watched her perfect bottom swing its way out the door. He
cursed softly, fantasising about yanking her back in, tearing her
clothes off and fucking her good and hard.
"Slut," he muttered to himself.
Of course, Nicky was gone then, or at least, out of hearing range.
She was wandering up the street, sucking occasionally from the bottle.
She felt a little hot on the inside. She had felt Forbes' erection
pressed against her belly before pulling away, and knew that even now he
was dreaming about ramming his cock into her pussy hole.
There were a lot of boys who had claimed they'd fucked Nicky Moore,
but none had. Nicky hadn't found anyone in what she considered a rotten,
miserable little town that she wanted to give her cherry to.
In point of fact, she had no cherry, having popped it herself years
back with her fingers. Since then all manner of things had gone up her
tight little pussy, candles, carrots, cucumbers, hairbrush handles, and
of course, her fingers.
No cock had ever slid between her pussy lips, though.
The lips on her face were another story. They'd seen plenty of
cocks. Nicky liked sucking cocks. It made her feel powerful, and at the
same time, somehow helpless. She liked to do it on her knees, liked to
feel dominated. Yet at the same time she felt in control, because she
had their cocks in her mouth, and was the one doing everything,
controlling everything. She was headed for the diner, which was
air-conditioned, and where she might find some man to buy her another
drink, and maybe a burger, when she saw a gleaming blue Ford pull up in
front of the Grocery store.
The windows were closed, which meant it was air-conditioned. The man
behind the wheel was the town's newest resident. He didn't actually live
in the town. He lived outside of town near the river. He was supposed to
be a writer, she'd heard.
He looked to be about thirty, was of medium height, and build, with
short brown hair. He was wearing jeans, loafers, and a short sleeved
shirt as he got out of the car. He closed it behind him and walked into
the grocery store as Nicky crossed the street and ambled over to his
car.
She tried the door. It wasn't locked. She smiled and opened the
door, then slid in, sighing in relief at the cool air inside. He'd left
the engine running and the air-conditioner on.
Nicky shifted over to the passenger side and bent over, opening her
top a bit as she let the cool air coming from a vent flow over her hot
breasts and face.
The man came back out of the grocery with a bag and came up to the
car. He opened it and slid in, closing the door before he saw Nicky. He
started in surprise, then frowned at her.
"Hi," she said, in a soft, coy voice. "I'm Nicole. You must be that
new writer guy that bought the Sutter place."
"Yeah," he said, sitting back.
"I hope you don't mind me bein' here," she said, putting on her
pouty face. "I was just burning up out there, and I saw this gorgeous
air-conditioned car and I just couldn't help myself."
"Must be hard getting through a day like this without
air-conditioning,"
he said.
"Not many folks around here have any," she sighed, laying her head
back a little, which pushed her breasts out.
She was sure he'd noticed.
"Well, Nicole," he said. "I'm sorry to have to shop and go, but I
have to get back to my work."
"Would you mind dropping me off on your way?" she asked, her eyes
going round and pleading. "It'd save me a long walk in this heat, and
I'm already all sweaty."
"Sure," he said, putting the car in gear and backing out.
She raised the Coke and put it to her lips, sliding them down as she
let the liquid flow into her mouth.
"Hey," she said. "You uh, wouldn't have air-conditioning at your
house, would you?"
"Sure do," he said.
"Boy are you lucky," she sighed. "I'm about to get sunstroke or
something, maybe even a rash from this heat. Even at night sleeping
naked it's impossible to sleep."
"Well, if you're that hot you could take a dip in the river," he
said.
"Yeah, but I ain't got no car to get there, and walking back gets me
as sweaty as I'd be before going."
"Pretty girl like you can't find a ride?"
"Not one I trust," she snorted. "If a bunch of people are goin',
okay, but I ain't gonna go with just a few guys. There ain't anything
out there, you know, and who knows what would happen."
"You aren't afraid of me," he said.
"Well, you look like a gentleman," she smiled. "And you're a big
writer an' all. I know you wouldn't do anything to me."
"You do, huh?"
She smiled coyly and he shook his head, heading off the paved two
lane highway onto a dirty road.
She wondered if she should do him. He was kind of cute, and from the
city, which meant he was way more sophisticated and smart than any of
the old louses around here. It also meant that he didn't know anyone
here and wasn't likely to blab to them all.
Maybe being from the city he might know more about sex than slam bam
thank you ma'am. She'd heard girls talk about guys fuckin' them for all
of two minutes and them not enjoying it one little bit. She figured that
was most likely because the guys didn't know what the hell they were
doing. She would sure rather lose her "cherry" to a smart, sophisticated
city man than one of the drooling boys who kept groping at her breasts,
or some sweaty pig like Forbes.
"Where do you want to be dropped off?"
"How about your place?" she said, smiling suggestively.
He gave a short smile, and Nicky's heart thumped as she realized she
had already made her decision. She was gonna let this guy do her. She
was gonna let him strip her naked and stick his thing into her and pump
her!
The car turned again and went through an open gate, then pulled into
the carport of a single story house that overlooked a dock and the
river. The house didn't look very impressive on the outside, but it was
clean, and there were no cars or garbage lying around. That was
different than most of the other places Nicky saw.
He got out, and Nicky climbed out after him and followed him up a
few stairs to the door. She went in behind him, sighing happily at the
cool air. She quickly realized the place was a lot better inside than
out. The kitchen was like something out of a magazine, the dining room
was huge, with a big gleaming wooden table, chairs, buffet, and other
things, and the living room was richly carpeted and furnished.
"This is sure a nice place," she said.
He turned and looked her up and down, then his hand shot out behind
her, gripping her hair behind her neck and jerking her head back as he
pulled her forward. She gasped in surprise and sudden pain. Then his
lips came down against hers as his other hand went around her and cupped
her buttocks.
She opened her mouth and met his tongue with her own as he pressed
her backwards against the bar. His tongue swept around inside her mouth
as he kept her head pulled back. His other hand slid around and cupped
her breast, squeezing it repeatedly.
He let go of her hair so suddenly she staggered, and before she even
caught her balance he had the front of her shirt untied and was jerking
it open. Then, without even pausing, he spun her around and pulled the
shirt back over her shoulders. But then, instead of taking it off he
pulled it together somehow, then tied it hard.
It only took seconds, and she hadn't even the first idea of what he
was doing before he spun her around again to face him and she realized
that her arms were entangled behind her in the shirt.
She opened her mouth to protest as he jerked her head back by the
hair again and crushed her lips with his.
She mumbled into his mouth as his tongue shot into hers. His left
hand held her hair back as his right squeezed her naked breasts. She
trembled anxiously, feeling her heat rising inside as he forced her back
to arch and shifted his mouth onto her throat.
He was like a ravenous beast, chewing and licking and sucking and
even growling a little as he nipped and licked at her throat. He shifted
down suddenly, his tongue slithering across her bared shoulders, then
down over her left breast. His lips locked onto her already erect nipple
and began to suck harshly.
She gasped and moaned. She'd only let one guy suck her nipple one
time. It had made her head spin so bad she'd barely been able to keep
him from fucking her, and even then wouldn't have managed if she hadn't
grabbed his cock and it hadn't exploded in her hand.
Now she closed her eyes and trembled as lust boiled up from the
depths of her soul. She gasped and moaned as his tongue whipped across
her burning nipple. His teeth nipped and chewed on the surrounding flesh
then and she cried out, partly in pain, but mostly in exquisitely
shocked pleasure.
He shifted his lips to her other nipple. She could feel both of them
pulsing with eager life, fat and thick as raspberries. He began sucking
hard at the right, and the cool air made her left nipple, now wet and
ultra-sensitive, tingle.
"God!" she gasped. "Ohhh!"
She felt his hand sliding firmly down her bare belly and down over
her pants then cup her crotch through them. He squeezed and heat and
excitement and lust gushed up into her belly. She jerked her own head
back, her mouth opening and closing as she gurgled in wondrous delight.
She felt an orgasm approach, and marvelled at it, for he'd hardly
even touched her pussy yet and...
"UHHhhhghggghhhHHHH!" she cried, humping against his hand as his
fingers squeezed her mound repeatedly.
Her breasts felt ready to explode as she jerked and trembled in his
grasp, helpless before a maelstrom of erotic sexual pleasure. She felt
her moist inner juices soaking her cutoffs, and knew just a moment's
embarrassment, then let herself be swept away in the joyous pleasure of
the steaming orgasmic storm.
The orgasm slowly dissipated, and as her mind basked in the
languorous afterglow she felt her shorts unsnapped and jerked down. His
hand shot in between her thighs again, this time cupping her bare pussy
mound. She gasped and groaned as he squeezed it, then forced two fingers
up into her hole.
He thrust them in the knuckles, and she shuddered in pleasure. Then
his thumb came down on her clitty and he began to rub it insistently as
he pumped his fingers in and out. His teeth chewed their way up her
breasts and over her shoulders to her throat, nipping down, then locking
as he sucked furiously, then moving on again and again.
Her mind was reeling from the suddenness and force of it all, unable
to cope as her sexual fever was rekindled and the bonfire between her
legs began to roar up again.
"Oohh! UhhhH! UhhhhhhHHH! Oooooo! Ooh God! God! God!" she whimpered.
A third finger was forced into her, and all three thrust in and out
steadily, rasping across her clitty even as his thumb mashed and ground
down against it. She was bucking her hips against him with hard,
uncontrollable movements, unable to control herself and not trying.
She felt another orgasm blossom into life, and gurgled in ecstasy as
it blasted through her. She arched her back violently, jerking her head
from side to side as he rammed his fingers up into her drooling wet fuck
opening. His teeth opened wide and clamped down on a mass of breast
around her left nipple, then he sucked hard as his tongue rasped across
it.
She sobbed in mindless joy, legs gone rubbery as the pleasure ripped
through her nervous system. She felt herself falling, then felt herself
lifted up and heaved across the bar. Her pants were ripped down her legs
and firm hands gripped her legs just above the knees, tearing them wide
open.
Her head and shoulders hung over the other side of the bar, and she
gasped and panted, eyes glazed as she stared upside down at the shelves
behind the bar. The orgasm slowly drifted away and she closed her eyes
and groaned in exhaustion, every muscle feeling sore.
She was sweating again, despite the air-conditioning, but didn't
care. She didn't care about much of anything, in fact. She felt his
hands sliding up her thighs and felt him spread them wider, so wide her
thighs ached from the strain.
Then she felt his fingers at her opening, felt them parting her
pussy lips, pulling them apart as his arms kept her legs pinned back.
She felt something at her sex then, and in a dazed sense of wonder,
realized it was his mouth. She had heard of men eating out women but
never had it done, nor had any body tried.
Now she quivered as his tongue slid over her hot pink meat, caressed
her clitty, then drove up into her pussy hole and scooped out her thick
pussy cream. She moaned weakly, the blood now rushing to her head adding
to her sense of disorientation.
His lips moved onto her clit and closed, then he seemed to blow
raspberries for long seconds before sucking in hard. Nicky moaned in
pleasure, her legs jerking spastically as he sucked harder and harder.
His fingers drove up into her pussy again, then twisted around
inside her, pressing against one side, then another even as he sucked
and licked on her clit.
"Uhh!" she groaned, long and low.
He nipped at her clit, then lapped at it like a dog, then folded his
lips around and sucked it again as his tongue whipped back and forth.
His fingers pumped inside her, and suddenly she felt another finger
prodding at her rectum.
It wriggled into her as she gave a choked cry of shock. Then the
pleasure surged up inside her and flooded her mind, washing her thinking
processes away.
She grunted and moaned and gurgled in pleasure, a mindless sexual
animal as another orgasm began to build up inside her. Then she was
jerking and bouncing, her legs shaking, her head thrashing, hair
whipping around below her.
The orgasm seemed to go on forever, then finally eased enough that
she was able to take great gasping gulps of air to avoid passing out.
Her body felt worn out, utterly drained, yet he was still lapping at her
clit, softly now, while his fingers seemed to wriggle and twist around
inside her pussy and rectum.
They pulled out, and both hands slid up her bare body to fasten
around her breasts. He squeezed them repeatedly, as his tongue moved
with more energy against her clit. He pinched her nipples, then slid his
hands back down.
He pried her pussy open with three fingers, then blew air into her
several times. His fingers moved onto her bottom, clutching it as his
tongue pushed into her hole and wriggled around inside.
She wanted him deeper, wanted it to slide way up into her guts. She
groaned and whined, the heat taking hold of her again.
"Jesus God," she groaned.
His lips sucked on her clit as he rubbed at her pussy pad, then his
hands moved up and clutched her breasts again. She humped up, gasping
and panting and whining in heated pleasure.
Suddenly he pulled back, and his hands dragged her up off the bar.
The world spun as the blood rushed out of her head, and he lowered her
none too gently onto the floor. He rapidly undid the shirt, and ripped
it free of her, then his hands went under her belly and heaved her up
onto her knees. He gripped her hair and pulled, and she cried out in
protest as she pushed herself up on her hands to take the strain off it.
"On your hands and knees, slut," he growled. "This is the way a slut
takes it. On all fours like a bitch in heat."
He slapped her bottom and she cried out again at the stinging pain.
Then he cupped her pussy and squeezed.
"Do you want it, slut? Do you want my cock up inside you?"
"Ye...yessss," she gasped.
"Beg for it."
"I..."
"Louder!" He slapped her ass and again she cried out.
"Please!"
"Please what?"
"Please... please.... put it iiinnnn," she gasped.
"In where, slut? Do you want my cock up in your tight little twat?
Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yess!"
"Say it!"
"Fuck meeee!"
"Beg for it."
"Jesussss," she moaned.
He slapped her bottom and she cried out again.
"Please fuck me! P-Please fuck my t-twat!"
He rubbed her pussy, stroking two fingers up and down across her
sopping pussy opening, rubbing her clitty as he moaned and ground her
hips back.
She heard his pants unzip and felt a wave of excitement. She was
almost trembling with lust at the idea of being fucked at last, of
taking a real honest to God cock in her pussy hole.
She felt it against her opening, rubbing up and down against her
clit. She gasped in delight and jammed her body back. Then yelped as he
slapped it.
"You want my cock inside you, baby?"
"Yessss!"
"Beg for it."
"Pleeeassee," she half sobbed. "Put it in me! Put it inside meee!"
She didn't stop to wonder at her begging like this, after all the
boys and men who had begged her for even a feel of her fat breasts.
She felt the thing pressing directly against her opening, felt her
pussy lips spreading and spreading...and spreading. It was thick,
thicker than almost anything she'd felt before. Even the cucumber, which
hadn't been a thick one, hadn't felt so wide.
She groaned and spread her legs wider as she felt her pussy lips
straining around his girth. His cockhead slid into her, going deeper and
deeper and deeper. She moaned in excitement, feeling the soft, wet folds
of her sex being forced aside as his man-cock drove upwards into her
body.
"God!God!God!God!God!God!!" she moaned.
He gripped her flanks tightly and thrust in hard. His cock rammed up
her elastic pussy tunnel and drove deep into her belly as she cried out
in pain and pleasure. She felt impaled on the thick cock meat as it was
forced high into her guts.

(Later)

She licked and licked, sliding her tongue up and down the crack as
he walked away, then returned with the long switch he'd used earlier.
"All right, cunt meat. Enough. Crawl this way."
She crawled after him, out of the kitchen and onto the rug. The rug
ground even more harshly against her breasts and they ached anew, still
covered with fine red lines from the flogging he'd given them.
But she kept moving, puffing and panting, yelping in pain whenever
he brought the switch down across her back or bottom, and licking at the
floor or along the baseboard whenever he ordered.
He led her into the bathroom and she gasped as her breasts made
contact with the cold tiles. They felt raw and aching as she rolled her
weight from side to side and wriggled forward.
"Clean the bottom of the toilet, whore meat," he ordered.
She looked at it, grateful it wasn't like the toilet at her place,
where the bottom was coated with slimy dirt and hairs. Whatever else
Master was he seemed to be a reasonably clean man. Still, it felt gross
to lick at the base of the enamel, to slide her tongue along the bolts
and up along the sides.
He lifted the top and dragged her up by the hair until her head was
over it, then pressed her face against the lid.
"Lick it, dog meat. Lick the toilet seat."
She lapped her tongue across the sat, slurping tiredly as her dry
tongue rasped along the surface.
Then he lifted the lid.
"Lick the rim, then go down inside and lick the sides."
She drew back in repugnance, for that was surely going too far. Yet
he had said she must be utterly obedient.
"I...do I have to?" she whined.
"Obey my orders, slut dog!"
He slashed the switch across her back and she cried out, but still
held back. Again the switch lashed her back, and again, each time
stinging fiercely.
"Stick your face down in there and lick it!"
"I...I can't," she whined.
"Then you need more training," he said sternly.
He pulled her up to her feet, holding her hair tightly and
painfully, and marched her down the hall to a narrow set of stairs. He
led her down the stairs and into a narrow corridor. There was a room to
the left, which had a washer and dryer. They passed it and continued
past two doors, then stopped before another door.
He opened it and led her inside. She quivered anxiously, wondering
if he would beat her again with the flog or his belt. The room looked
scary. It had a heavy wooden work table on one end, and a four wooden
poles at the other, which ran from floor to ceiling.
He stopped by the table and ordered her to bend way over with just
her head on the table. He picked up a leather strap of some sort, though
it had what looked like a figure eight tied in it. He bent over her and
pushed the loops up against her breasts, which were hanging down beneath
her chest. The loops were too small, but he pulled at her soft, fleshy
bags and forced them down through the loops, pulling and pinching until
he could pull the figure eight up flat against her ribs. Then he pulled
on both sides of the leather strap and the loops tightened even more,
making her cry out as they squashed her breasts.
He pulled the leather around behind her back and tied it off there,
then pulled her upright by the hair.
She gazed down at her breasts, wincing in pain. They were squashed
at the base, for the loops were each no wider than a silver dollar, and
her tits were forced out into two fat, hard balls of flesh, the nipples
excruciatingly erect.
He led her over to these poles then, past a couple of other odd
wooden frameworks, and stood her in the center of them, with one pole in
front, one right behind, and the other two on either side of her.
He went to the table and picked up a few things, including some
narrow elastic cords, then came back to her.
He unclipped her wrist restraints and lifted her arms up and apart.
"Keep them here," he ordered from behind her.
She kept her hands there but he still slapped the side of her head.
"When you are given an order you will reply Yes Master," he snapped.
"Understand?"
"Yes, Master," she gulped.
He clipped one of the elastic cords to each other wrist restraints.
They fell to the floor. He then kicked her legs apart, and hooked a pair
of thin, but strong chains to them, locking them to the two poles which
flanked her.
He moved in front of her and lifted the elastic cord attached to her
right wrist up, then slid it through an eyelet up high on the pole on
that side of her. He did the same to the one clipped to her left wrist,
and pulled them both hard and straight out towards the pole in front of
her.
He fed them through two eyelets set into that pole which were at
about chest height, then led them back towards Nicky.
Nicky was wondering what he was doing. The elastic cords weren't
very strong, and she was sure she could break them if she really tried.
Why, she wondered, didn't he use chains or something.
By then he was right in front of her. She looked at the ends of the
two elastic cords curiously. They didn't have clips. Instead they had
round little metal rings, with tiny screws set into the sides. To her
surprise he bent and pressed one of the little loops around her nipple.
He pinched her nipple, and pulled the soft little bud through the
hole hard. She winced, and looked on anxiously as he stroked and
fingered her nipple. It began to stiffen and swell even more than it
already had. The loop squeezed down around it, though, making it throb
painfully.
He began to turn the little screw, and she felt a stinging in her
nipple.
She winced, then gasped and tried to pull away.
"Owww!" she moaned. "Oww! It's too tight! Maaasteer!"
He tightened it further, and she cried out, wriggling and moaning as
it bit into her nipple and made the tip swell out fat and stiff.
He let go then and the elastic, which he had been holding taut,
snapped back, yanking at her nipple. She cried out again as her nipple
was bitten by the metal loop. Her nipple was pulled straight out hard
stretching, lifting her fat, taut breast.
He laughed and slapped her other breast, which hardly jiggled even
though it ached fiercely. She whimpered as she stared at her nipple
sticking out so painfully far, then yelped again as he slowly pulled the
other ring around her other nipple.
As with the first, he tightened it to a painful degree, then let go
of the elastic cord, letting all the pressure come on her nipple.
She realized now why the cords didn't have to be very strong. If she
yanked her arms down she would rip her nipples off.
Yet he was far from finished, it seemed.
He got another elastic cord, this one with a metal alligator clip
attached to one end, and clipped it to a small ring set into the bottom
of the pole in front of her. He ran it up to her pussy, and she quivered
in fear as he grinned at her, then opened the jaws of the clip.
"Please," she whispered.
He spread her lips and slid the jaws inward, then rubbed at her
clitty.
"NO!"
He licked at the already erect little button, then put the sharp
jaws around it and let them slowly close. When they were just pressing
on it, he took his fingers away.
Nicky screamed in agony, her pussy burning up as the tight jaws and
sharp, tiny teeth bit into the most sensitive part of her anatomy. She
shuddered and trembled and shook, but couldn't do anything to ease the
pain.
Her hands jerked towards her groin instinctively, and that only made
her scream anew as she pulled and tore at her nipples.
Tears spilled out of her eyes as she was forced to endure the awful
pain, and her legs trembled and shook as she sobbed in pain.
He moved behind her and she felt him gathering her hair together and
twisting it into a braid. He pulled it down a little, and wound another,
much shorter elastic cord into it, tying it tightly. The other end of
the cord had a thick tubular hook in it, which looked very much like a
cock which had been bent back.
He pulled down then, forcing her head back further and further and
further, until it was almost upside down behind her. Then he shoved the
head of the cock-like hook into her rectum and shoved it up so it was
hooked over her tailbone.
"Now remember, slut meat. If you move, you'll rip your own nipples
and clit off. This will teach you how to have discipline, to ignore pain
and weakness and do what you have to do."
Then he spoke no more.
"Maasster?" she moaned, her voice quavering.
There was no answer.
"Maaaaastteerr?"

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