Sarah and the Punishment Station

She twitched and giggled and writhed on the frame, her breath thrown from her lungs by her reaction to his stimulation of her nerves. She fought to control herself, trying to resist as he continued to excite her body, leaving her squirming and breathless against the bars. She laughed and tugged at the restraints holding her fast as he continued to torture her with his fingers, the muscles of her chest and tummy tightening until she thought she was going to suffocate and pass out.

He let his hands fall back along her bare skin, softly brushing the torso of the squirming woman before bringing them around to the front of her chest. Each hand cupped and squeezed her young breasts, gently massaging her soft mounds, judging the firmness of her mammaries as she hung panting from the shackles around her wrists. He teased each hardened nipple with his rubber-covered fingers, tugging at them as if to milk her, feeling her squirm as he manipulated her teats, pressing and squeezing her as he pulled at the dark areolas capped by her tight brown nubs.

She moaned and smiled and turned her face towards her lover, the smell of his aftershave mixed with the aroma of leather, polish, and sweat as he dabbed at her nipples. She winced when he deliberately twisted and squeezed her tiny nubs hard, pinching them cruelly, testing her sensitivity. She pulled at the bonds around her wrists as he gave her a final tug and moved on with his inspection.

His hands drifted downwards across her lean tummy, feeling her cords of muscle dancing with excitement under his fingertips as he brought his hands back along her flanks, teasing the erogenous zones of her bare hips, avoiding the metal bar holding her to the frame. He playfully spanked the twin globes of her ass, each one bouncing and trembling from the impact of his gloved palms against her mounds of muscle, eliciting a yelp of surprise from the girl as she squirmed on the punishment frame.

Then he grasped each reddening globe and painfully spread them wide, opening up her posterior cleft for his inspection. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small tube, uncapped it, and dabbed some gel onto his finger.

She jumped and gasped with surprise as his fingertip nudged at the opening to her anal cavity, smearing the cold gel of lubricant around the puckered hole in preparation for her examination. "Just relax," he warned her, "and it will be less painful that way."

She nodded and took a deep breath as he pressed his middle finger against her dark hole and slowly inserted his digit into her orifice, eliciting a squeal of pain from her in response to his intrusion. She could feel his finger probing around, just inside the opening to her cavity, searching blindly like a worm. After what seemed like an eternity, she felt him begin to pull out, and she started to exhale, thinking that he was done with his search.

Suddenly he pushed harder against the resistance of her anal muscle, plunging his finger deeper into her body as she fought to control a scream building in her throat. She remembered what he had told her and tried to relax, but the shock of his intrusion was too much and a yelp of pain escaped from her mouth. She pulled, hard, against the frame holding her in position, and could feel his finger pressing deeper against the walls of her bowel. A feeling of fullness emanated from her lower regions, and she felt like she was going to cramp.

Then, just as sudden as he had started, he was finished, leaving the girl gasping and squirming as he pulled his gloved hand from her anus.

He stood up and walked over to the workbench. Again she heard the sound of rubber being stretched as he pulled off the gloves and tossed them in the trash can alongside the doorway. He squirted some hand sanitizer into his palm, and then rubbed his hands together until the anti-infection cream had dissipated.

Then she heard the sound of rubber being stretched once more, and she knew her inspection wasn't over.

The man stepped over towards the captive woman and raised his hands to her mouth. "Open", he said.

She started to speak, "What...".

He slapped her face gently, as a warning, and said sternly, "Open."

She complied, relaxing her jaw as he inserted a dental bit into her mouth, stretching her jaws as wide as she could go. He then pushed a finger into her mouth, tugging at her cheeks as he examined her teeth. He quickly swiped along each gumline, checking for anything hidden in her oral pockets. Without warning, he slipped three fingers across her tongue and deep into her throat, causing her to choke. Her abdomen contracted sharply, her diaphragm spasming as he deliberately triggered her gag reflex. She thought she was going to vomit as a feeling of nausea washed over her. Her abdomen twitched again and an inhuman sound exploded from her gut, but nothing physical came out.

Satisfied that she wasn't hiding anything in her digestive tract, he withdrew his fingers, removed the dental bit, and said "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

She choked and swallowed. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"It's just part of the process," he replied, "I do it to all of my charges."

She swallowed again, and scowled at him.

He saw her displeasure and said, "Don't be mad. Maybe this will help take your mind off things."

The man then reached down under her outstretched body and gently patted her vulva, feeling her most private region with his rubber-coated fingers, her labial lips full and inviting. His fingers slipped between her two fleshy guardians, probing the tissue just above her entrance, searching for her little bud nestled in its hiding spot. Her reaction told him when he found it.

He leaned in closer to her, like two lovers embracing, as he tenderly cupped and fondled her sex. He could smell the aroma of her perfume mixing with her body's natural chemistry, forming her own unique scent. It had been four years since he had smelled her like that and he had missed it.

"Let me know when you're ready to continue with your processing," he whispered gently in her ear as his fingers toyed with her clit and massaged the swollen petals on either side, her breath shallow against his cheek.

She gasped, swallowed, and gave a quick nod.

"You should know," he said as he stepped back, "that I don't normally give my charges the opportunity to compose themselves during their inspection. It might make them think they can get away with something later."

She looked at him, exhaled, and said "Thank you."

He nodded and turned back towards the workbench.

She watched as he reached for a gleaming silver tool resting on a sterilization tray inside a clear acrylic box. She recognized it instantly and knew what was going to happen next. She tugged at the bonds holding her to the frame and steadied herself, the waves of nausea beginning to build again as she trembled in anticipation of her next examination. He turned to her and approached her outstretched body, his hands cradling the vaginal speculum, its duck-billed blades innocently closed.

She shivered nervously as he knelt in front of her and positioned the cold, flat beak of the instrument against her slit, letting the tension build as she waited for it to be inserted into her. The blades looked enormous, centered between her hips.

"Aren't you going to warm those up first?" she asked.

"There's no need. The coldness helps prevent the spread of disease."

She braced herself for the impending inspection, a look of concern on her face.

Slowly, he inserted the oversized instrument into her body, the two metal blades piercing her mound, sliding silently into her tunnel. She squealed at the pressure, the chilled metal uncomfortably cold against her vaginal lining as he pressed the device deeper into her cleft. She squirmed with shock, surprised at just how cold the instrument really was. She threw her head back and exhaled deeply, her hands making fists as she silently absorbed the intruding object, the chill of the metal magnified by the warmth of her blood-infused tissue.

"Don't fight it," he warned, "you'll just make it more unpleasant for yourself."

She tried to relax as the metal blades slipped deeper into her.

Satisfied that he had pushed the silver tool as far as it would go, he slowly squeezed the handle of the speculum, opening up her vaginal cavity for inspection, causing her to squeal with discomfort. Taking a small penlight from his pocket, he flashed the beam around inside her tunnel, the illuminated tissue glistening and pink with health. He could see the puckered hole of her cervix buried deep inside her snatch; a little bulls-eye hidden within her body.

He inserted his hand into her spread tunnel, his gloved finger nuzzling against the mucus-coated opening to her uterus, softly stimulating the sensitive tissue there.

She jumped at the sensation.

He recognized the signs. Years of animal husbandry had taught him well. She was at her most fertile, and her most horny.

Having completed his inspection of her body, he snapped the jaws of the speculum closed and slowly pulled it from her cleft, the engorged lips of her labia curling back away from her opening as the gleaming silver blades were withdrawn. He turned towards the workbench and set the instrument back in its box, closing the lid securely before pressing a button on the case. Almost instantly a foggy vapor filled the little plastic container and a tiny red light began to blink, indicating the sterilization process was engaged.

Next he reached above the bench towards a row of hooks set into the wall. Hanging from those hooks was an array of whips, crops, and floggers.

Her pulse quickened when he selected a familiar short, multi-tailed flogger and turned towards her.

He spoke with a commanding tone. "You are now a resident of Leighton Acres, a restricted security facility authorized by the State to manage your behavior during your term of incarceration. I am Mr. Thomas Leighton, but you will address me only as Mr. Leighton and nothing else. You will answer every question asked of you with either a simple 'Yes, Mr. Leighton' or 'No, Mr. Leighton.' Do you understand?"

She smiled. She'd never seen him this way; so strong, so forceful. He was playing the game to the hilt.

"Do you understand?" he asked again.

"Yes, Mr. Leighton," she responded.

"State laws do not apply here. I and I alone have the final say in everything that happens to you. You do not have any rights here, only privileges, and you will earn those privileges based on how hard you work and how quickly you learn. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Leighton."

"You will be provided clothing. You will not intentionally damage this clothing in any way, and you will not allow this clothing to be damaged by others, nor will you allow others to damage the clothing provided to them. This clothing is the property of this farm as you are the property of this farm. This clothing is a privilege and may be taken from you by me at any time and for any reason. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Leighton."

"You will be provided sleeping quarters. You will keep your sleeping quarters in a tidy manner at all times, and you will assist others in keeping their quarters tidy. Your assigned quarters are a privilege and may be taken from you at any time, for any reason, by me and only me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Leighton."

"You will be provided food for your personal consumption. You will eat only the food provided to you by myself or the guards. You will not eat food provided to others for their consumption, nor food provided by others to you for your consumption. You will not allow your food to go to waste, and you will not allow others to waste their food. You will not consume food from the fields of this farm. Everything grown on this farm is the property of this farm, as you are the property of this farm. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Leighton."

"You will be watched by guards. Those guards are here for your protection and the protection of others from you. You will treat the guards with respect and obey their instructions because they are giving you instructions that I have given to them. You will obey them as you would obey me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Leighton."

"You will conduct yourself in a manner that preserves and provides for the safe operation of this farm. You will do your tasks diligently and to the best of your ability at all times. Any deviation from this practice, whether real or imagined, will result in your being disciplined as I see fit. I and I alone will have the right to discipline you. You will not question the manner in which you are disciplined; fair or unfair, it does not matter. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Leighton."

"Do you consider these rules fair?"

"Yes, Mr. Leighton."

"This evening you were observed allowing your clothing to be damaged in violation of the rules I have given you. You will therefore be punished for incorrect behavior. Do you agree?"

"But, Mister Leighton, it was my own..."

The flogger whistled through the air and smacked against her chest, the strands of leather lashing her breasts, stinging her nipples as her soft flesh quivered from the impact. A gasp of shock escaped from her mouth, her lips curling into a smile from the sensation in her tits.

"You have violated another rule by failing to answer properly. You have compounded your punishment and will be disciplined accordingly."

She squealed as the flogger whistled through the air three more times, each blow falling against her chest, lashing the soft mounds of her breasts, the pale skin beginning to redden from the impact. She pulled at the bonds around her wrists, her hands clutching at the air as the man whipped her exposed nipples.

It had been four years since she had last asked him to whip her, but he could still remember it clearly. The first time he did it, they had been young and inexperienced, still exploring each other's bodies. It was her idea to try it. She was bound naked; wrists tugged high by a length of rope knotted around a tree branch at their secret spot. He had tickled her until she was out of breath, something they had done before. Then she had asked him to make a switch and use it on her.

He had been cautious, afraid of hurting her, scared that he might do something wrong. She had understood his trepidation and gently talked him into hitting her harder, teaching him how to build up the intensity at just the right pace to keep up with her endorphin rush. The green switch was too intense, they both soon learned, and after a series of trial and error with belts, ropes, and even a stocking tied to a stick it was replaced by a flogger he had made himself from leather straps cut from a still-born calf, the braids wide for maximum effect without breaking her skin, each strip tanned in his barn and wrapped around a hickory handle carved from a tree behind the stables. It became her favorite torment. He used it on her many times before she left, the last time being at their secret spot as a going-away celebration of sorts. As always, it had been her idea, and the leather still carried the unique aroma of her chemistry. He had kept it to remind him of her, even though he knew it wasn't necessary. He could never forget her.

And now it was being used on her again.

The flogger landed against her chest, the skin becoming an angry red as the braids wrapped around the curves of her tender bosom, licking at the sensitive brown nubs standing erect in the centers of her twin ovals. She turned her head away as the draft from the swinging flogger brushed against her face. She squealed, her mouth open as she tried to catch her breath, the wind knocked out of her lungs by the blows of the whip.

She tugged at the metal brackets surrounding her wrists. And smiled.

He paused, absorbing the image of her, naked and panting, hanging from the network of heavy pipes, her nerves responding to the blows against her body as the endorphins began to answer their call to duty. The whip dangled from his hand as he watched her gasp and squirm, the braids of the flogger gently swaying as he limply swung the flogger in front of her, waiting, impatiently, for her to settle a bit before continuing her punishment.

A pleasured moan indicated her readiness for more.

He gently swung the flogger upwards between her legs, letting the braids swish between her wide-forked thighs, the petals of her vulva swollen with arousal as the strands reached out and kissed her tender flesh.

She jumped at the sensation. The flogger could be cruel, but it could also be tender as it caressed her skin, gently brushing her labia, massaging the warm, pink tissue surrounding the entrance to her pussy.

He brought the flogger up between her thighs again, the braids wrapping in a cluster around her Mound of Venus, snaking between the crevice of her snatch. The muscles of her tummy tightened in response, causing her to lean forward, the curves of her breasts growing larger as her body shifted on the frame.

Again and again he brought the flogger up between her thighs, and each time she jumped in response to the stimulation of the leather against her pussy. He increased the tempo of her whipping with each strike, letting the pain build slowly in her sex, letting the impact of the blows reach deeper into her body, knowing that with each strike of the flogger her clit, swollen and hiding under its fleshy hood, was growing angrier and more alert.

He brought the whip up harder now, the tail whistling through the air as it sped towards her captive body, impacting against her mound, the skin pink and tender from its abuse. She leaned her head back and grunted with each blow, fighting the tension on her body, shuddering with pain and pleasure as tears began to form in her eyes. She didn't see him loosening the buttons of his jeans, or his erection as it sprung free from its blue denim prison.

Suddenly he was on her, pressing his organ against her opening as she hung, naked and sweating, on the metal apparatus. She gasped and moaned as he pushed himself into her, feeling her vaginal wall parting as he plunged into her warm tunnel. Slowly he began to pump, his hips grinding against hers, the metal bar across her belly the only thing separating the two of them as he took her passionately.

He could feel her breath on his cheek, ragged and wet as she accepted him into her body, the muscles of her vagina grasping his cock, stroking it as he pumped his seed into her belly. Her toes struggled to maintain their grip on the floor as she gave herself to him, each thrust of his hips pushing her against the metal pipes as she hung exposed in the cool night air of the punishment stall.

Her breathing became long and labored; her body tightening as she worked towards her sexual release. She grunted and tried to rock her hips as much as the metal bars would allow. The man pressed against her, each thrust driving his swollen cock deeper into her, the purple head straining towards the puckered hole at the end of her tunnel,

She gasped and a small squeal slipped from her parted mouth as she began to reach her climax. He could feel her muscles spasming and he quickened his pace, pushing her higher and deeper into her dreamstate of love. He reached behind her and spanked her ass, stimulating her more, bringing her farther onto his cock as he pushed towards her little bull's-eye. She shuddered, squealed again, and then tensed up as every muscle in her body contracted simultaneously in orgasmic reflex. She inhaled deeply, her mouth open as she held onto the tempest, riding the waves of pleasure as long as she could. She was suspended in mid-air, balanced on the end of the man's shaft.

Then, it was over, the waves receding back to their place deep within her. She closed her mouth as a pleasured moan emanated from her throat, her breath whistling through her teeth as she collapsed onto him, her body held tenderly in his arms. She leaned forward, letting her cheek nuzzle against his as he made two final thrusts before withdrawing from her slit.