Martha and I stopped and walked into the living room both wearing that freshly fucked look.
I leaned my body up against Martha and she held me tightly with her arm possessively around my shoulder.
The men had taken out four stanchion bases each weighed a good 25 lbs and was made of metal with a hole in the center for placing the stanchion staff.
They set them up in the center of the living room which the furniture had been pushed all the way back. On the top of each stanchion they inserted a flange with an eye opening. Then they ran a piece of pipe from one stanchion to the other.
When all the pipes and stanchion were in place they took out a new pipe this one had a eye at each end. They snaked the corner pipes out and fed the pipes through the new eye of pipe. When they were finished they had a contraption that looked like Parallel bars 10 feet from floor to center bar. They led me to stand under the center bar and placed the leather cuffs back onto my wrists.
They fastened the chains attached to the cuffs to the center bar and placed my feet on two stools so that I was raised up 2feet in the air. They wheeled in a motor of some type and placed it directly under me. This motorized box had a piston rod protruding straight up out of the top of the box. They took the stools away and lowered me so that I was hanging by my wrists my feet 24 inches off the ground.
Bruce wheel the motorized box directly under me and lubricated a soft rubber dildo and inserted it inside my vagina.
Next Jim slid the piston onto the dildo and was able to secure it in place. Then they started the motor and the dildo went in and out of my vagina. It didn’t hurt so I just shut up. Now the speed picked up and went faster and faster. I was being fucked by a machine and it was quite good. Bruce made an adjustment to the machine and the dildo seated itself more firmly and deeper inside me. I was quite comfortable yet very upset that they didn’t consult with me.
The speed was picking up a bit now and it was feeling quite luxurious. I suggested perhaps a little faster if that was possible.
The machine responded to commands on a black transformer box controlled by Bruce.
All at once the speed increased quite a bit and my hips were responding to the new tempo. My vagina was trying to slide further down on the dildo but I was restrained at the wrists and was maximum extension now.
Jim picked up a cane. I shuddered in anticipation. I had read about the viciousness of that implement but how many women became addicted to the pain of the cane after 5 or 6 slashes.
Bruce picked up a leather flogger and handed the electronic control of the dildo machine to Martha.
Martha kept the pace of the dildo exciting. Bruce flogged my breasts causing me uncontrollable excitement and pleasure.
Jim applied the first cane stripe to my buttocks. The pain was fierce my body shuddered in its restraint.
Tears flowed from my eyes, my nose ran and I dribbled from my mouth. I was not prepare for the intensity of the cane bite.
Bruce applied another strapping to my breasts and Jim followed up with my second cane stripe. If my wrists and ankles had not been enclosed in cuffs and fasted to ceiling and floor I would have run away. Instead my body just leaped in its restraints. My body was searching for the pleasure that the books had implied I would feel from the cane stripes.
Another flog to my breasts this one striking nipples and a fast following cane stripe caused me considerable pain both on my breasts and buttocks.
The two men were rapid in the application of the next two flogs and stripes. My body was convulsing in its restraints and Martha was alternating the power supply on the dildo tantalizing me
My hips were flaying in the air seeking some form of relief. Another flog of my breasts and another cane stripe and I started to feel a warm delightful pleasure invade my breasts and buttocks.
Now my hips were responding violently as if I was enjoying intercourse with some invisible man. I was building toward climax. I started a chant of “Oh yes, Oh yes, and Oh God yes. Cane me, please cane me, and make me cum oh please make me cum.”
The men both intensified the cadence of their punishment as I exploded in climax. I was yelling, “Don’t stop, Don’t stop beating me please keep hurting me.”
I hung there with them attacking my breasts and buttocks for another 5 minutes relishing the punishment, climaxing over and over again. The nuns had trained me well to accept pain; I didn’t think they expected me to enjoy it like I was doing.
The magnificent trio as I now thought of Marsha, Jim and Bruce helped me down, from my bondage.
I was physically spent. Every muscle in my body hurt. The hurt was so rewarding like a merit badge to a girl scout.
Martha took me to the bedroom and let me lay down to rest. She whisper in my ear, “Are you pleased or disappointed.” I said, “I’m so pleased and ready for more.”
Martha said, “Rest a bit and then we’ll eat something and then show you new heights.”
I dosed off and it was 7PM when I woke. Jim and Martha had gone home. Bruce had made some soup for me. I meant opened a can for me.
I said, “I better go home.” Bruce said, “Call and stay another night with your new girlfriend. I would like you to spend the night with me.”
I said, “OK” and I phoned and lied again.
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