Chained Pt. 02

SMACK! She cried out again and began to sob as he tickled the back of her thighs but he showed no mercy. The teasing and tickling made her cry out in frustration, her entire body flinching whenever the 'feather' touched her. She tried to relax, to force her body not to react to the sensations that at times felt like insects crawling lightly across her skin. And just when she thought she'd succeeded...

SMACK!

Squirming and sobbing she wailed in torment. She lost track of how long it went on, lost track of how many times she received that painful spanking, of how many 'insects' and 'feathers' ran over her skin.

Drained and exhausted, her chest heaving, she laid crying and drooling across the table - her senses overwhelmed.

Chapter Fourteen:

The touches across her back changed. They no longer tickled and tormented. Instead, strong hands massaged, caressed, and kneaded her sensitive flesh. Some form of oil or salve was added and soon the firm pressure had chased away the lingering traces of the tickling she'd endured. Strong fingers relaxed knotted muscles and her breathing slowed. Whatever he was using, it cooled her sensitive flesh - something she was especially grateful for has his hands ventured across her abused bum cheeks. The cooling salve drawing the lingering stinging sensation away and soothing, what she was sure, was angry red skin. Before long little moans were escaping her lips as he worked.

Her brain, now that her senses were subdued enough to allow her to think, started pondering. Why hadn't he freed her yet? Did he have more planned? She was acutely aware when his hands stopped massaging and a little 'mew' of disappointment escaped her. Tension began to rise again as she waited for whatever he had planned, but relaxed again when she felt the straw at her lips. Again she drank deeply of the cool water, musing as she did so that he was careful enough to keep her hydrated. See, commented the voice in her head. He's taking care. She smiled at the thought though she found it conflicting.

He went back to massaging when she'd finished drinking and she 'purred' contentedly as his hands moved across her body. She tensed as his hands slid across her ass cheeks pushing them apart. She was lewdly exposed, and she knew it. She could picture him, holding her cheeks apart and staring at her private parts - her vagina and anus. She clenched against his hands, trying to hide herself, but knew she had little chance of success - a point that was driven home as she felt the wet softness of his tongue against her.

Squealing in surprise, she shifted her hips trying to move away from him - she had no place to go. The tip of his tongue tickled along her crack, slowly teasing down to her pussy where he licked through the folds of her labia. Once again she was angry with her traitorous body as she knew she was moistening for him, knew he was tasting her budding arousal. His tongue felt good and a part of her wanted more.

He played long enough to get her arousal started before moving back up that ticklish flesh to the rosebud of her sphincter. His probing tongue circled that puckered hole, the touch firmer than she would have expected - and definitely more arousing. He circled tighter and tighter as he worked his way toward the tight little hole. Despite herself, she moaned at the contact. She was waiting for it, knowing it was coming, when he finally pushed the tip of his tongue into her. She wriggled at the feeling as the tip of his probing organ penetrated her - gentler than before but all the more arousing for it. She surprised herself as she pushed back against him.

She enjoyed the warmth of his breath against her ass, enjoyed his probing tongue as he pushed against the ring of her hole, and enjoyed his fingers as they massaged her full cheeks as he held her open. She was almost disappointed when he pulled out to explore her vagina again, but knew he'd find her wet from his ministrations. She smiled as he lapped at her juices, once again grinding back against him.

His hands released her cheeks as he licked and ate her pussy, but she barely noticed as intent as she was on his mouth. They quickly returned to massage more of the oily salve onto her as he once again separated her cheeks. He licked deeply into her slit, drawing out more and more of her moisture, distracting her as he massaged his oily fingers along the crack of her parted ass. She moaned each time his tongue slipped into her, it felt like he was trying to delve deeper and deeper each time. When he finally pulled back from her she was gasping hard.

"More," she begged softly wiggling her ass back and forth. "More."

His hands found her cheeks again and she let out a soft 'mmmm' as his hands parted her cheeks again. The flesh that pressed against her sphincter this time was definitely not his tongue, and her 'purr' turned into a 'gasp' as he pressed the head of his penis into her tight hole. Reflexively she clenched her muscles against the intrusion but he pushed forward mercilessly and her sphincter stretched open to admit his cock head, tightening around the slight narrowing just beyond the helmet shaped head.

He paused allowing her a moment or two to catch her breath, a moment or two to try to relax her muscles. The toy he'd used before had felt huge inside her virgin ass, but it was tiny compared to this intruder. Her breathing came hard and fast, her body still fighting to push the violator out.

He pushed forward slowly, her sphincter stretching wide as the thickness of him moved into her. Slowly, painfully, he split her open and she cried out as he did. Inch by inch he pushed past her resistance as she panted like a dog until she felt his balls against her flesh. He stayed like that buried deep inside her while she tried to relax her muscles. Every shift, every movement he made caused an immediate spike of tension in her, but eventually she was able to get control of herself.

She felt filled up - and she was - but relaxed as she was, it didn't feel bad. No, she realized, it didn't feel bad, just really weird! Her breathing slowed and her pulse calmed. Of course, that was the moment he decided to pull back.

Slowly, his cock pulled out of her till only the wide head was still inside. He pushed back into her, a bit faster than the last time, but she'd expected that. When his balls slapped against her she grunted aloud, surprised that this time it actually felt kind'a good. Again he pulled back and she clenched against his shaft as he did. He must have enjoyed the feeling as he plunged back into her even harder than before. She groaned as he buried his cock in her. Yep, she decided, this was definitely feeling good.

Slow and careful was a thing of the past and he was soon mercilessly fucking her ass. He pounded into her hard, his balls smacking her with each stroke. Faster and harder, he pulled her hips towards him with every stroke - delving deeper inside. She moaned and bucked, screamed and ground back to meet him. She was going to cum, she knew that, and it was going to happen soon.

She screamed her orgasm when it came, clenching her sphincter as she did. The pressure was clearly to much for him as he immediately thrust back into her. Even as her climax washed over her, she felt his cock spasm inside her - felt him shooting cum deep inside her. Clenching and unclenching her muscles she milked his shaft, each clench answered with another little spasm.

Spent, they both collapsed weak against the table his form sprawled over her, their lungs heaving as they caught their breath. By the time they parted he'd softened and he slid out of her with a quiet 'pop' her sphincter clenching even as a dribble of semen trickled out. Still he did not untie her, instead bringing her more water. What the hell, she thought as she sipped at the straw, her bladder beginning to send her signals.

Chapter 15:

His fingers caressed through her hair and she let out a little satisfied sigh of contentment, his touch could be so soft and soothing.

The feeling of something hard against her pussy confused her muddled mind. He's ready already, she wondered in surprise. After his last climax she hadn't expected such a quick recovery. Wait, how could he be caressing her hair and feeding her water and preparing to fuck her again?

"No!" she screamed out as understanding dawned and he pressed into her, his hard shaft sliding inside inch-by-inch. Someone else was fucking her. He was letting someone else fuck her! She bucked and struggled against her restraints but she already knew they weren't going to give way.

Sir's hands continued to caress through her hair, even as whoever the stranger was grabbed hold of her hips to steady her while his fucking picked up speed. She squirmed to get away, shifting her hips as violently as she could to break his rhythm. She received a hard slap across her ass in response, but it wasn't nearly as hard as Sir had already given her and it barely registered. She continued to struggle.

A shift of her hips as he pulled back caused him to slip out of her and she felt a surge of defiant joy wash through her, despite the second slap to her ass.

The fingers caressing her curled tangling themselves in her hair a moment before twisting and pinning her head to the table. The grip was painful and strong, her scalp stinging from the pull. Hands gripped her hips harshly and a part of her knew they'd leave bruises when this was all over. She felt the cock against her slit again and she shifted her hips slightly preparing to struggle.

"Aaargh," she cried out as her hair was twisted painfully. The stranger roughly buried his cock deep inside. Every time she flinched or moved, Sir twisted her hair again pushing her head down against the table. Frustration welled up in her as she found herself incapable of fighting.

Whoever it was began thrusting in and out of her. He wasn't as wide as Sir so she didn't feel nearly as stretched but nor was he as sensitive. He clearly didn't care about her enjoyment and simply slammed harder and faster into her in his quest to climax. His fingers dug deeply into her hips and tears trickled from the corner of her eyes.

His thrusting and pumping became faster, more frenzied and she knew he was close. She did her best to lay still and unresponsive. In her mind she figured if she couldn't stop him from taking her, at least she could deny him the joy of her struggles. Not that he seemed to notice or care.

His final thrust and climax came before she realized. She felt the spasm of his cock inside her but was surprised when she didn't feel particularly filled. He was already softening as he pulled out.

Chapter Sixteen:

Hands released her and she lay still on the table for several minutes as she waited for whatever was to come, the feeling of helplessness unavoidable. Even though whoever had fucked her had been smaller than Sir, her vagina still felt sore from such rough treatment. Add to that the general stiffness that came from being tied in the same position for ages and all the other activities she'd endured and she was in desperate need of a good stretch.

She felt hands against her face again, but couldn't be bothered to respond. Something cold slid against her skin and the blindfold was cut away. Though the room was far from bright, she blinked against the sudden light nonetheless. Whoever had been there to use her was no longer in the room and it was just the two of them again. The ear buds were removed and she could hear again. She watched Sir from the corner of her eye as he moved down her body and began unfastening her legs. As much as she wanted to simply lie there, to offer him nothing but indifference to his treatment of her, she couldn't resist the urge to straighten and stretch her legs.

Guiding her by her bound hands, he slowly helped her to her feet before offering her more to drink reminding her bladder how badly it needed attention. She shook her head, turning away and refusing to accept the proffered straw. He raised a brow and she realized her mistake.

"No thank-you," she whispered conciliatorily as she eyed him warily.

"Better," he replied. "Now then, we're not done yet." Her eyes went wide. More, she thought, he's planning more? "But I thought you might appreciate a bit of a break and a stretch before we continued." She held her tongue and refrained from answering. "No? Okay, we'll get you into the next position then," he finally said and pulled on her bound hands.

"No, please," she whispered. "May I have a break?"

He paused, staring at her as though he was waiting for something. She'd missed something she racked her brain trying to find the answer. Sir whispered the little voice inside her head.

"May I have a break, sir?" she asked and was rewarded with a small smile.

"You may," he replied. "If I can trust you to be good, I'll even untie your wrists."

"Yes please," she gushed. "I'll be good. I promise... Sir," the sir added as an afterthought but still added without his prompting. He smiled warmly and unfastened her wrists from each other. She eagerly rubbed the circulation back into them.

"What do you say?" he asked softly and she looked back up at him with a start.

"Th... thank you, sir," she answered, the sir coming more readily this time.

He smiled again and watched as she stretched her back and arms, crusted wax cracking and falling to the floor as she did. She caught the appreciative look he gave her as he checked out her body and was surprised at the flush she felt at his desire. Moving reminded her that her bladder was becoming a greater priority.

"So," he began. "I've invited a few people over to help with your training."

She snapped out of her stretch and faced him, eyes wide with surprise.

"You mean more than just," her voice trailed off as she looked around the room again.

"Yep," he agreed. "More than just him. But don't worry you won't know any of them."

"But," she frowned as she shifted uncomfortably from foot-to-foot. She needed to relieve herself soon and looked around the room for the bathroom, she didn't see one. "Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Where is the bathroom?"

"Hmmm?" he asked feigning surprise. "Oh, there isn't one in this room."

She squirmed and looked towards the door.

"And before you ask," he added watching her. "No you can't go to the other room, my guests will be arriving soon."

She crossed her legs as she tried to hold off the growing discomfort.

"But, I really need to pee," she begged. "Please, Sir."

"There's a drain over there," he pointed to the middle of the room and the floor drain he used when cleaning the room down.

"I," she stammered. "I can't do that, not in front of you."

"Suit yourself," he replied. "But as I said, my friends will be arriving soon. Would you rather have an accident in front of them?"

She visibly paled at the thought of loosing control of her bladder in front of a room full of strangers. Even the thought was nearly too embarrassing to take.

"Please," she begged. "Sir, please."

But he was no longer listening to her as he fussed around the room preparing it for guests. She looked back towards the drain in the floor then back to him. What have you got left to hide, the little voice inside her head chided her and she found herself shuffling towards the drain. The pressure was mounting and it was all she could do the keep herself from letting go before she made it.

Looking around again, hoping he was still busy she prepared to relieve herself and was about to squat down when she realized his eyes were firmly on her. She straightened, blushing fiercely but he didn't look away. She squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze and wished he would look away.

She was trying to hold back an ocean and it was too much, the first dribble caught her by surprise as it trickled down her bare leg. "Oh," she cried as she fought to prevent it, but a second trickle escaped even as the first reached her calf.

Once started nature wouldn't be denied and she lost the battle completely the amber liquid pouring from her as it raced down her legs. She peed, emptying her bladder as he watched every moment of her humiliation. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. He stepped towards her his eyes holding her in place as he leaned in and kissed her. His lips touched hers softly and tenderly even as his hand slipped between her legs into that golden stream and teased her pussy. Her knees almost buckled then and he caught her holding her as he continued to tease her clitoris, all the while kissing her lips in the most tender of touches.

Her brain was a conflicted mess of thoughts and emotions.

Chapter Seventeen:

She leaned heavily against him as he fingered and teased her, his touch sending tingles through her body as he held her. His lips were firm against hers, his tongue beginning to probe as hers parted for him. She breathed in the musk of his body, the strange and heady combination of sweat and sex. The golden stream had run its course and was little more than drips and dribbles now, the last trickles following the previous down her legs to the floor.

She was utterly humiliated that he'd witnessed this, embarrassed that she hadn't been able to prevent it; and yet she felt... empty... as though all the tension in her body had been released. And when he'd touched her, when his hand had crept between her legs and found the nub of her pussy, the combination of sensations had been unbelievable. Even as he kissed her and continued to tease her she couldn't find the words to explain how it had felt. The release of tension paired with the beginnings of arousal... it left her weak and breathless. Not an orgasm like anything she'd ever felt before, nothing that intense, instead a feeling of warmth and contentment - thank goodness he'd caught her when her knees buckled.

A soft knocking at the door drew her attention and he pulled back from her, his eyes finding hers.

"Our guests have arrived," he said softly. Her eyes widened, she'd forgotten about them. She stiffened against him and he laughed lightly. "Now, now, there's no need to worry. They're just here to help with your training."

He led her to a rubber mat and helped her to a kneeling position before clipping her collar to a chain on the floor - she couldn't have stood if she'd tried. He next brought a strange gag and had her open her mouth as he attached the device. Panic welled up in her as she realized she couldn't close her mouth, the device locked it open. He saw the look on her face and gently stroked her hair.

"It's simply to protect against unforeseen accidents," he explained. "We wouldn't want you biting anyone by accident would we?" He finished fussing with stuff and stepped back to look at her, his gaze clearly appraising. "Beautiful," he muttered to himself and gave her a wide smile. "Alright," he explained. "As I said, I've invited some friends over to see my new toy. Now these are special friends and you're going to be nice to them." The look he gave her left her with no doubts about the consequences she would face if he found her to be less than nice. Unable to speak with the strange gag in place, she simply nodded her understanding. He held her eyes a moment longer before nodding back.

She knelt, nervously waiting as he ushered his 'friends' into the room. Each man, and they were all men, greeted Sir before crossing to her forming a semi-circle around her. She looked from one to the other hoping... she wasn't sure what she was hoping - that one would take pity on her, save her maybe? But, though they all looked at her none acknowledged her. They studied her, appraised her, and judged her body and her look - but not one of them looked at her like she was anything more than a thing, than a curiosity.