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Tormenting Rage N° 15: The Challenge
This story is part of the tormenting Rage series. Starring Master Jared
"Bastard" and Rage
If you are under 18 and this subject matter is illegal where you live or you
are offended by BDSM or sex please do not read this.
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any
way, published, shown at other web sites or compiled in CD or other
collections without the permission of the author. Email:
stormrage at zdnetmail dot com
Some of the things that Master Bastard does to Rage is not necessarily safe
and should not be attempted unless you know exactly what you are doing.
Comments/criticisms welcomed.
The Challenge
by Rage
Rage stared out the window. Watching the birds hopping on the sidewalk. She
began to think that they were even more free than her. They could come and
go as they pleased, while she hadn't been out of the house for so long.
Mistress Angelique and Master Bastard were owning her more now. She might
have thought it was bad before with just Jared using her, but now she found
she had no free time at all. She wasn't safe anywhere in the house. Last
night while she was showering Mistress had appeared and grabbed her, washing
Rage and leaving her in such a state of need that Rage could only lay in the
tub whimpering. Jared grabbed her before bed heightening that need.
Rage sighed. She loved being owned by them. She loved the knowledge that
they could do anything they wanted to her at anytime, but she needed some
time to herself. A cooped up submissive could be a very dangerous thing. She
leaned forward and put her hand on the window sill. She needed to go out,
even just for a long walk. She'd do anything to go outside.
"Anything, Rage?" Mistress Angelique asked from the doorway.
Rage spun around, her heart pounding. She hadn't realized she had spoken the
last aloud. Walking over to the wall beside her she leaned against it and
folded her arms. Now was as good of time as any to let them know what she
wanted. "Aye, Mistress," Rage confirmed. "Anything. I just need time
outside."
"Not thinking of running away are you?" Angelique asked as she walked into
the room and stopped in front of Rage. Tracing the girl's jaw with her
fingers. "You are happy here, aren't you?"
"I am not going to run away, and Aye I love it here. But, Mistress, I need
time to myself. To relax." Rage told her as she looked out the window again
Grabbing Rage behind her head, Mistress almost threw her across the room
into the bed. Rage caught herself with her arms, before hitting the bed.
Mistress was behind her quickly, shoving two fingers into the naked girl's
cunt. Rage moaned as she felt the fingers and stood still, she knew if she
moved Mistress could do something worse to her. Mistress leaned over Rage's
back, and growled into her ear. "If you go outside slut, we will make sure
you know you are owned by us. Think you can handle that, slut?"
Rage's anger grew. "I can handle anything, Mistress," she growled back.
"Do you really think you can, Rage?" She was silent for a moment. "Fine
then. A challenge. If you can take it then you'll get time to yourself once
a week. One day you don't have to be a slave. If you can't then you will
give up the outside unless we take you out. Do you accept?"
Rage shifted under the Mistress. "What's the challenge?"
"Do you accept, Rage?" Angelique ground her fingers deeper.
"Yes. I accept." Rage growled as she bit her lip against the need the
Mistress was creating.
"Then stand up, and lets get you ready to go outside." Pulling her fingers
free she walked over to the closet and pulled out a black jacket. It would
cover Rage to her knees. Rage suddenly knew that this would not be an
ordinary walk.
Rage stood and waited Mistress gathered several things then turned back to
Rage. "Over the table, Rage."
Walking over to the table, she laid across it. Spreading her legs open she
waited for Mistress. If it took this to go outside then she would do it. She
would do anything to be able to walk outside for a while.
Rage did not hear Mistress step behind her, and moaned as something long,
wet and slimy, slid into her ass. Then a small thin vibrator slid into her
sex. As Mistress turned it on Rage gasped her need growing.
Mistress helped Rage into her coat and laughed. "Ready Rage?"
Releasing her Rage straightened. Mistress motioned Rage to the doorway and
as she took a step felt the toys within her begin to slip down.
"Ahh, you see the challenge now. Those cannot fall from you, you can push
them back but not with your hands. Your walk is to be quick, no less than 15
minutes no more than 30. Someone will be watching you."
Pushing Rage across the rooms to the front door, Mistress laughed again. "Oh
and Rage?"
Rage looked at her... "Aye, Mistress?"
"You can't cum, bitch." Angelique growled as she shoved Rage outside.
Rage stood near the door trying to catch her breath. the vibrator within her
was already heating her quickly. Rage gasped as the wind blew right up the
short coat, dancing over her bare sex, and breasts.
She felt so exposed, dirty even. Wondering what someone would say if they
knew what was under the coat. Shaking her head to clear it she began to
walk, each step causing the objects within her to shove deep then slip down.
The feeling of being fucked as she walked was so intense, but before she
could get more than twenty feet she knew she had to get the toys pushed back
into her.
How to do that? She could not use her hands. Seeing a bench near she hobbled
over to it. Her breath quick and short as she finally sat down, gasping and
arching as the things were shoved deep inside her. She wanted to grind into
them. Fighting her urges she moaned and stood.
Fifteen to thirty minutes wasn't long. Not when she had the things within
her to worry about. She gathered her strength, and began to walk again. The
vibrator and dildo fucking her, driving her almost insane as she felt them
slipping. This time when she had to push them back in, there was no place to
sit down.
Her sex clung to the vibrator trying to hold it in place as she walked, but
the thing in her ass was too slippery for her to hold onto with her ass.
She had no choice, she lowered herself into a kneeling position and felt the
things slide into her She was left moaning, her need so great.
Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind and a voice hissed in her ear, "Don't
move, bitch."
She was bent over at the waist and the jacket thrown over her asscheeks. She
moaned feeling the air dancing over her as the thing in her ass was stripped
away violently. She wanted to struggle and scream for help but knew that
this person was in on this challenge.
Something large, hard and heavy began to shove into her ass. She screeched
and tried to get away but was rewarded by a hard slap on her ass. Stinging
and burning her flesh. The person rammed the thing into her ass and left
her. She stood doubled over as she shook with need and pain. the thing in
her ass so heavy. She stood and gasped as she felt it begin slipping.
How could they expect her to do this now? She knew if she moved it would
fall that much faster. Her anal ring closing around it tightly didn't stop
it. She took a step forward and began to whimper low in her throat. The feel
of it sliding out of her, she knelt down and cried out as the object was
pushed so deep within her.
Her body shaking, her nipples aching throbbing with the feel of the coat
rubbing against them, her cunt and ass filled. Tears fell as she realized
that she would have to crawl back. There was nothing she could do. Ten
minutes had passed and she hadn't made it that far... in twenty minutes she
wouldn't even be halfway around the block.
Punching the ground in frustration, and anger she wrapped her arms around
herself. "Damn them. Damn them all to hell." She cried. They had taken
everything from her, and made it sexual. Now a simple walk around the block
was sexual play for them. She was their toy. Their slave. Their property.
She tried to stand and felt the thing begin to slip again. There was little
she could do except crawl back. Placing her hands on the ground she began to
crawl. She was humiliated, frustrated, her need high, as the things moved
within her, broken. Before she had even gotten ten feet she knew she would
do anything Mistress and Master wanted her to.
She opened her eyes to see Mistress standing there. Rage lowered her eyes,
"You win, Mistress."
Angelique crouched down and took Rage's chin in her hand. "No, little one.
This is not about winning. I wanted to prove a point to you. That everything
can be made a game to use you."
Kissing Rage deeply she smiled. "No Master, or Mistress has the right to
take all your freedom away. You do need time to rest, to remember why you
give yourself to us. I will not take it from you."
"Mistress?"
"Two days a week, you may go on a walk for as long as you want. If you want
to go shopping then ask and one of us will give you money. No one will use
you as I did today." She helped Rage to her feet and removed the things
within her. Then turned her around to look in Rage's eyes.
"You give us so much of yourself, sweet Rage, but sometimes you also have to
take. To ask for time to rest is little enough to ask."
Rage nodded. "Thank You, Mistress."
Suddenly, fingers slammed deep inside her sex and wrapped around her pubic
bone. "Now bitch, we have to do something about your failure in the
challenge."
Rage gasped as she was led back home, Mistress pulling her by her hold on
Rage's pubic bone. As soon as the door closed behind them Rage was bent over
the back of the couch. Mistress waisted no time in binding her legs to a
spreaderbar. Then grabbing Rage's arms and tying them behind her back.
Rage was moaning as she felt the back of the couch cutting into her stomach.
Opened to the Mistress, air dancing over her heated sex as the air cooled
her sweet juices.
Mistress was suddenly behind Rage something hard pressing against her ass,
Rage began to moan trying to get away, get it deeper, when all of a sudden
it slammed deep into Rage's ass. The flared end preventing Rage from pushing
it out. Before she could even adjust to that something huge was being pushed
into her sex. Rage cried out and struggled against the advance of it.
Once it was in Mistress grabbed Rage's hair and wound it around her hand,
pulling Rage up then releasing her. She picked Rage up and carried her to
the playroom.
Making Rage stand in front of the wall of mirrors, she unbound the girls
arms and locked her wrists in shackles and then locked them to a bar in
front of rage. Then began pulling the submissive backwards, until rage was
doubled over. Then locked the spreader bar to two rings in the floor.
Rage felt Mistress toying with the dildo in her ass, each movement made her
moan and whimper. Then the same was done to the dildo in her sex. Rage was
left in a worse state of arousal than she had been before, gasping and
moaning, whimpering with each movement of the twin toys within her.
Then Mistress was standing in front of her again. "Look in the mirror,
bitch"
Rage looked and gasped. The dildos were attached to two long poles. On the
end of the poles were ropes attached to pulleys on the other end of the rope
was a sandbag.
"The principal is easy here. You have to fuck yourself on those toys. The
sand will pour out of the bag, causing the pullies to pull and the poles
will pull the toys out of you. You have 3 minutes in which to fuck yourself
enough that you cum. If you don't make it, " She shrugged and Rage felt a
chill run down her spine.
"If you don't make it, Rage you will be left like this. Til I decide to let
you go. Got it?"
Rage nodded as she pressed back against the toys.
Walking back to the sandbag, Mistress released the cap and watched as the
sand came pouring out. "Your time starts now."
Rage began thrusting back and forth, feeling the hardness of the dildos
within her. Thrusting them deep, hard and fast as she moaned and whimpered,
pulling on her arms as she pushed back. Heart pounding wildly, arching and
thrusting, gasping as they touched her cervix. moaning as she began to feel
them move out of her.
She fucked the dildos on the poles thrusting hard and fast as she began
whimpering loudly. Feeling them enter her, pull from her, thrusting in and
out in and out in and out wildly as Rage desperately tried to fuck them. Her
heart pounding wildly almost echoing her thrusts.
Catching sight of herself in the mirror she whimpered. Who was this
desperate woman fucking two poles wildly. Who was this mad woman whose
nipples were hard, her clit throbbing angrily, her sex so wet and aching.
Who screamed as the pole slipped farther out of her.
The wild mad slave who did this because she wished to please those who owned
her. Thrusting wildly for their pleasure, fucking herself because they
demanded it of her, her clit throbbing aching, nipples tight and hard, her
wetness soaking her inner thighs. Her screams, whimpers, and moans given to
them like a gift. Her arousal her cumming theirs to take and give to her as
they deemed.
A slave who would do anything for them, be anything for them. Serve them for
the pleasure of serving them.
Thrusting, the dildos almost out. slamming into her clit, barely into her
ass, mindless in the need the desire. The use of her, the knowledge that she
did this only to please the Mistress, to cum for her, to degrade herself
like this to please one who owned her.
Screaming mindlessly as her clit throbs, nipples aching, her sex and ass
empty, as she hangs on the edge. Needing to cum. Crying with the loss of the
dildos caught before she could cum.
A hand caressing her breasts, pinching the nipple as Rage whimpered, tugging
it fully as Rage screams.
"Maybe next time, slut" Mistress laughing as she walks away from Rage
leaving the playroom, turning out the light behind her.
"Jared will take care of you when he gets home." Rage began to cry. Her need
so great within her. Lost in the knowledge that she was theirs. Her body
shaking wildly.
She was theirs more now than ever she didn't know if she could handle it.
Today she had been challenged. Tomorrow could she win?
Rage screamed as another orgasm hit. Her body aching and throbbing, tired
from the relentless orgasms and the vibrations of the egg. Shaking wildly
she struggled in the chains wishing she could get free of the terrible
thing. Sometimes the egg would stop just long enough for her to catch her
breath and then it would return to it's happy buzzing.
Feeling her need climbing and thrusting her over the edge again, she
screamed and arched in the chains. Shaking as her body was controlled by the
endless cumming. Her voice cracking with her raw throat. Her juices were
running down her thighs as she was forced into another climax. Clit
throbbing, aching, she whimpered. Suddenly the egg stopped.
Rage collapsed in the chains, and closed her eyes. Could she bear anymore of
this? Her body was hypersensitive, even the air flowing over her drove her
crazy. She waited, expecting to feel the egg start again, and was surprised
when Mistress walked through the door.
Walking behind her, Mistress grabbed Rage's hair and pulled it. Rage's head
fell back and as Rage watched the ceiling Mistress chuckled. "Now that the
teasing is out of the way. Should we begin?"
Rage whimpered as a blindfold covered her eyes, plunging her into darkness.
Then felt something slide into her mouth. She groaned as she realized that
she was now gagged with an inflatable penis gag.
Listening to the clicking of the Mistress' heels on the wooden floor Rage
realized that Mistress was in front of her. Just as she felt a clamp close
tight on her nipple. Rage arched and cried out behind the gag. Then her
other nipple was clamped tight. Rage felt the pain fill her, whimpering with
it as a chain between the clamps was drawn downward, Rage didn't even have a
second to register that another clamp was going to be attached to her clit.
She screamed as the sharp pain hit her clit and she climaxed immediately.
Mistress adjusted the chain as Rage arched. She watched Rage cum and smiled
as she waited for the girl to calm down. When Rage was again coherent.
Mistress tapped her right inner thigh with a crop.
"Now, Rage, I am beginning to think that you decided I am not as good as
Jared. I watched his tapes, he may be good, but I am better."
Rage heard something being dragged across the floor, she whimpered wishing
she had her eyesight. Mistress' voice echoed in the room, sending shivers
down her spine.
"He's soft with you. Afraid that after the warehouse, he'll lose you again.
But you aren't going anywhere are you?" Rage felt the Mistress at her legs
and moaned as her ankles were unshackled and tied to wood. Opening her
further.
"You like what he does, you need it and want it. But you need more don't
you? You need someone who isn't going to be afraid you'll leave. One who
knows you will stay no matter what. One who's going to push you, use you,
make you beg for it."
Rage moaned as her thighs were tied to the wood. Her sex barely reaching the
top of it. Realizing she was being tied to a table, Rage whimpered.
"Yes, slut. You like that don't you?" A finger ran through Rage's slit, and
Rage gasped. "So wet. You want this too, don't you? You want to feel
helpless, unable to control what will happen. You want someone to take you
without letting you get out of it. Who will laugh as your hips thrust up
begging for a hard cock to fill you. Someone who doesn't care if you cum or
not, but will use you for their pleasure only. She grabbed Rage's hair and
jerked her head back as she hissed in her ear. "Don't you, slut?"
Rage couldn't deny it, she wanted it, needed it. She nodded, whimpering
behind the gag. Releasing Rage's wrists Mistress pushed her down on the
table. Quickly moving to bind them to the other end of the table.
Rage gasped and tried to move as she realized the clamp on the clit struck
against the edge of the table. Her nipples pressed tight against the table.
The clamps seemed to tighten. Reaching under her, Mistress adjusted the
chain again and Rage felt the pull on her clit and nipples.
"You want to be used, Rage. You want to be fucked like the slut you are."
Fingers ran over Rage's folds and she whimpered and moaned. "You want to be
spanked and be at my mercy. Don't you, bitch?"
Rage nodded and closed her eyes behind the blindfold, gasping as the egg was
removed from her.
"Here's the rules, Rage. It's called identification. Using just your cunt
and ass you have to identify what is inside you. You get two guesses, if you
don't get the item it will be used on you. There are five items i will use.
I might use them twice or three times. If you get them right they will go
back into my bag. Understand?"
Rage nodded and felt the gag loosen and then was taken off. "Each answer
must be followed by Mistress. In other words, if you think it is the handle
of a paddle you must say; 'It is a paddle, Mistress'. Miss that one time and
I will use each and every item on you. Understand?"
Rage whispered. "Aye, Mistress."
"Good. Item one." Rage felt a long thin knobby item slip into her sex and
moaned. Mistress began thrusting it in and out of her as Rage was pressed
against the table.
"It is a dildo. Mistress." Rage moaned
"Very good, slut. Item two." Pulling the dildo free, Rage soon felt
something cold and large enter her sex. Pushing deep inside of her. She
whimpered as the cold filled her and heard the Mistress laugh. " Oops lost
it. "
"It is ice, Mistress." Rage gasped her hips thrusting against the table,
gasping as the clamp struck the table over and over. She was moaning and
whimpering with the sensations that pounded into her.
"Excellent. Item three." Rage felt the ice dripping from her hot sex and
gasped as small balls were pushed inside her. She whimpered as a finger
followed and began to manipulate them. Rage rocked and whimpered..
"Ben wah balls Mistress"
"Good. Item four." Rage felt something round and small pushing into her sex,
whimpering she tried to move away from it but found she couldn't. It shoved
deep into her, a small round ball on some kind of stick. Rage moaned as she
tried to figure out what it was.
"I don't know, Mistress," Rage gasped as it was pressed deeper into her,
then pulled out. It began to tap on her clamped clit. The ball striking the
clamp and vibrating it.
"Guess, Rage." Mistress told her.
Rage moaned as it thrust in and out of her, stopping only to pound on her
clit. "Mistress, I don't know. I don't know anything that it could be."
"Then we will move on to Item five." Rage whimpered as Mistress thrust that
strange item into her and left it. Then began pressing a large anal plug
into her ass. It was almost too large and with the heightened sensitivity it
began to hurt.
"Anal plug Mistress, please. Don't." She screamed as it entered her and
filled her stretching her open.
"Good. Rage very good. Now identify the last item." Mistress shoved it in
deep and pulled it out to tap against Rage's clit. Rage felt like she should
know, but for the life of her she didn't know what it was.
It pounded relentlessly on her clit, alternating between soft and then
harder. Striking her clit or the clamp, driving her hips forward against the
table, until it became nothing but need. Rage whimpered, lost in the
animalistic thrusting against the table. She was screaming, her need so
great, the pain filling her. She couldn't believe the intensity of this
treatment. She was almost mindless.
Nothing was real to her besides the thing pounding on her clit and the
table. Her nipples dragging across the top of the table, pain filling her,
pleasure engulfing her, the whimpers and moans coming from her mouth, her
soul.
"What is this, Rage? What is this toy?" Mistress asked as she began to pound
Rage's clit harder.
"I don't know. I don't know Mistress. Please." She screamed. The world
around her fading into simple feelings and movements, thrusting against the
table feeling the chain pull her nipples and clit as she dragged them across
the table. The thing pounding her clit without end. Until she erupted,
screaming and cumming harder than she ever had. Pulling at her bindings in
the sudden madness.
She came and came and came, nothing else existed to her. Nothing else held
her in it's grasp but the force of her climax.
When it was over she laid on the table shaking and exhausted. The blindfold
was gone and Mistress was smiling at her. Rage looked at the toy in the
woman's hand and started to laugh.
"It was a toy xylophone stick, Rage." Mistress said as she held up the
yellow plastic stick that came with a cheap toy xylophone. Mistress joined
Rage's laughter as she unbound her and gathered her in her arms. Carrying
Rage to the living room, they both sat on the couch as Rage recovered.
Mistress pulled out the xylophone and began to play a simple tune.
Jared walked in and heard their laughter and the music. Smiling, he looked
at Angelique and saw the stick in her hand. "Have you played any good music
lately?"
They both started laughing harder and Angelique smiled. "The best kind,
Jared. I played Rage."
End.
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