The Next Morning
by Desert Nomad
Kim woke slowly. The first thing that pushed it’s way into her consciousness this morning was pain. She tried to shift her body on the hard wooden surface and was rewarded by burning from a dozen spots on her body. She raised her head to look down at her body. She was still in the same position that the last Master who’d used her had left her in. He had been the hardest to serve. Would have been even if she hadn’t served all those other Masters and Mistresses for hours and hours before him.
Her whole front was covered with welts and bruises from the abuse she’d endured the night before. Her mouth tasted of cum (male and female), urine and a few other things she didn’t want to think about at the moment. She was still tied as the last Master had left her and her very full bladder hurt.
By the time he had arrived, she’d been fucked dozens of times, in every hole. Cum was dribbling out both her fuck holes. She’d been made to suck and clean all of the cocks, no matter where they had fucked her first. Many of the women had been fucked and forced her to clean their pussies. They’d all made her drink their piss and a few made her drink her own. One woman had been heavily menstruating. Kim remembered that that Mistress had come in pretty late. She tied Kim to the wooden ‘play’ table with thick leather straps and beat her for 15 minutes with a leather strap. Didn’t say anything. Just beat her, especially her large tits. Kim was in tears in minutes (she was very sensitive from all the other beatings), begging to do anything for the Mistress. After the beating was ended, the Mistress had grabbed Kim’s swollen, bruised nipples and pulled. Kim screamed for mercy and the Mistress told her to stop whining and beg to drink her piss. Kim had, and the woman moved her mound over the bound girl and let go. Kim swallowed as fast as she could, rapidly approaching orgasm as her belly filled yet again with amber fluid. When the Mistress had finished, Kim noticed a slender plug in the womans’ cunt. As the Mistresses fingers slid down to grasp the plug, she told Kim in a husky voice that she was menstruating very heavily. The plug had been in since the night before to allow Kim to suck clean her insides. Kim watched in horror as the blood streaked plug was slowly removed. As it came out, red colored fluid leaked onto her face.
She opened her mouth to catch the first rush of liquid, sickened that she was getting off on it. The Mistress sat firmly on her wet, sucking mouth, picked up a leather strap a beat Kim’s spread opened pussy as the writhing slave sucked the blood out of her cunt. Kim climaxed at least three times. That Mistress rode Kim hard, almost smothering her when she came. As the woman got off her face, Kim gave a few last licks to the slimy, spasming flesh and shuddered. Never had she felt so depraved. Then the woman took up the strap and beat her for another 15 minutes. Kim cried and moaned and begged. Hadn’t she been pleasing? Hadn’t she done as she was told? But deep down she knew she was a slave, and she was being beaten because it pleased the Mistress. The last ten minutes were directly on her open cunt. Again and again the tender lips and mons felt the heavy slap of leather. They began to turn purple and swell from the blows. She writhed and screamed and begged. She also came twice more.
After the lashing, the woman made her kiss and lick the strap, and, with a final vicious swipe at her tits, left the room. Kim was forced to serve two more Masters and one more Mistress (not counting the last Master) with no break. Her whole cunt was swollen and every touch was agony. But serve them she did, cumming many times from the pain. One Master fucked her ass with no lubricant at all, even wiping her once with a dry cloth to ensure maximum friction.
Finally, the last Master entered the room. Kim had rested almost a half hour before he entered, enough time to really feel the damage that had been inflicted on her. She was too tired and in too much pain to move, and lay on the floor in a daze. The Master placed a dog bowl on the floor next to her head and made her feed on the meat in it. She was not allowed to use her hands, and the meat was uncut. It was hard, and by the time she finished, her face and breasts were smeared with grease. Then the Master began. Making her kneel on all fours on the wooden table, he began to wrap her heavy, swinging breasts with thin wire. Coil after coil went around each breast until the nipples were almost popping and gorged with blood. The wire cut into her bruised and abraded skin bringing tears to her eyes. She thought she might pass out, but was strangely awake and aware (She found out later that her Mistress had added a mild stimulant to the meat. Kim was unable to pass out even during the most extreme pain this Master inflicted.).
After her breasts had been tied, he made her stand up. Then, after he’d raised the back of the play table she was told to sit. He’d only raised it a little, but she now had a better view of her body. He smiled at her and she realized that he wanted her to see everything he did as he tortured her. Wide wrist cuffs pulled her hands up over her head, but not too stretched. Then a thin leather strap went just over her belly button. More cuffs attached to her ankles, which were then pulled out and back much farther than was comfortable. Her legs were widely V’d, ankles at about shoulder height. Since her ass was at the edge of the table, her asshole and raw snatch were completely at his disposal. This position was definitely difficult. Even breathing was hard.
The worst was yet to come. After he had secured her, more thin wire was used. Her arms, belly, thighs and calves were tied cruelly to the wood. Everywhere, the slightest move caused biting pains. Then he began to attach an even thinner wire net across her swollen breasts. By the he finished that, every breath caused fire to spread across her chest. She was starting to get dizzy now. All the sessions of the evening were beginning to catch up with her. Still, she could not pass out. As final touches, he attached sharpened alligator clamps to her nipples. She screamed as each clamp bit into her extended nipples. Normally pink, they were now a blood red tinged with white where the clamps sunk into her. Then he attached a string with weights to the bar over her head. Her sight blacked as the heavy weights began to swing. She began to beg and plead, promising him anything to cease this torment. It was too much for her. He smiled and showed her two more clips and asked where she thought they should go. Almost wild, she started to struggle, stopping immediately as the wire cut into her body.
Kim felt the vicious clamps sink into her bruised cunt lips. She screamed and sobbed, tears streaming down her face as he attached the string to the table, stretching her normally small lips very, very far. She felt moisture sliding down to her asshole (still not quite closed from it’s repeated uses). The Master put a finger into her and held it up to see. What she thought must be blood, was actually her own thick juices. He smeared this over her mouth and under her nose, as a reminder that no matter what she said, her body still loved this treatment.
Finally her removed his robe. When Kim saw his cock, she knew she was lost. It was erect, and easily ten inches long. The diameter had to be three inches, and, he had two leather bands with short metal studs attached to them. One just under the head and the other close to the base. There were also two leather strips, with more studs connecting the bands. His rod alone would have hurt her, but she knew it was going to be a long time before sex was anything but pain if he fucked her with that.
He put it next to her lips. She opened her mouth, knowing that there was no way he was going to fit all of that in her mouth. He knew it too and seemed content to let her lick and suck the sticky cream leaking from the tip. When he got bored, he walked over and grabbed a thin cane. Then he positioned himself between her legs, ready to start shoving into her. Her only thought was that she was glad that she was so wet. Otherwise things would get really bad. She jumped as he slid the studs over her erect clit. Fire streamed through her from the wires and weights. Then he held up something in his hand. Her tear clouded eyes could barely make out something white. He held it closer. It was a white cloth.
She grew frantic, the wire cutting into her, weights jumping and pulling her nipples, trying to beg him to allow her to stay wet. He stuffed the rag deep inside of her. Her mind hazed and she came from all the stimulation. When she started to come down she looked at her body. There was blood leaking down her nipples from the clamps, and sweat was running off her. Everything throbbed and hurt. The Master forced open her mouth and pushed the soaked rag into it, then tied it there with a leather strap. Then he walked between her legs and started to force his cock into her. Sparks danced in front of her eyes, the pain worse that anything she’d ever felt. It took a long time for him to get into her, but eventually she felt him bump her cervix. Then he brutally raped her. She started cumming as soon as he did, writhing and squirming, knowing all the while that the wires and weights were cutting into her. The final touch came when he started caning her stretched breasts. Over and over the waves of orgasm crashed over her as stripes and lines were added to her breasts. Kim had never felt anything like this in her life. He did not come.
When he pulled out of her, Kim was in her own world, gasping and moaning into the gag. When she was finally in the same world as him, he took out the gag. She looked at his cock and saw it was streaked with blood, her blood. Looking down at her body she saw trickles of red leaking from her nipples and smearing her thighs. Several areas on her tits were also oozing red from the harsh kiss of the cane. The worse was still yet to come. He looked at her and smiled. She closed her eyes and thanked him for his attentions.
Then he walked between her legs and held up a small rubber tube. Kim wondered what it was until she felt him start to insert it. It was a catheter! She had never had one used on her and even after all that had been done it still hurt. She felt it push against her sphincter and then felt a rush of fluid. She could no longer control her piss. It didn’t go very far; there was a clamp on the tube. The Master left that for a moment and moved to her head. Forcing her mouth open he pushed in a huge leather tube. It was strapped tightly into her mouth. The outside end was plugged, but had a nib on the end of it. The Master then walked back between her legs and attached a huge syringe to the end of the catheter. Opening the clamp, he pulled back the plunger, allowing the dark amber fluid to be pulled from her body. It felt very strange to have her bladder emptied like this.
The syringe was able to hold all of her piss. Then he forced it back into her. She squirmed, the burning filling her belly as her bladder re- expanded. When it was all back in, he clamped the tube and detached the syringe. Then he attached a longer tube, with a valve in it, one end to the catheter, and one end to the gag in her mouth. After he released the clamp, she watched her piss flow up to the valve. There was a soft hiss of air as the urine ran towards her helpless mouth. Smiling, he opened the valve all the way and Kim tasted her own hot piss as it streamed into her forced open mouth. She had no recourse but to drink it as more and more of the salty, oily liquid filled her mouth. This time her own piss drained into her belly.
When it was over he re-attached the syringe to the catheter. The plunger was all the way out and he started pissing into it. Kim realized that he was going to fill her bladder with his own piss. Once again her bladder expanded, this time with the Master’s fluids. After her had filled her, he removed the syringe, filled it again with his urine and re-attached it. Kim started to beg, but to no avail. She couldn’t say anything and even if she could, he would have ignored her. Her abdomen began to cramp as her bladder was filled to it’s limits. Finally, it was done, Kim sweating and trembling as she lay there. The Master attached the valve to the tube in her mouth, and she resigned herself to drinking his piss from her own bladder. This was not exactly his
plan.
He explained that her real torture was just beginning. Kim’s heart raced in fear. What had she already endured? How much more suffering would he inflict on her? He held up a short tube with a round metal thing attached to the end. He commanded her to watch as he once again stepped between her legs. The rubber tube was pushed against her clit making her jump. There was a little vibration, almost making her cum, then she felt a tugging. The tube had sucked her clit a little way into it and he was pulling it out of it’s protective sheath! No, NO she thought. It’s too sensitive! I can’t handle it!
It got even worse. He held up a needle and told her he was going to open the valve, just a little, to drain the urine into her mouth. While it was draining, for however long it took, he was going to repeatedly pierce her clit, cunt lips and mons. She was terrified, numb with fear. The most painful thing she had ever endured before was when her Mistress had use an electric tweezers over the course of a weekend, to permanently remove all her pubic hair. Her mons had been swollen for a week, and of course, her Mistress had made sure she was whipped there every day. Kim knew that that was nothing compared to what this Master had planned for her! But the tugging on her over sensitive clit began to push her toward climax. The Master opened the valve, just a little, and more urine began to trickle into her mouth. His tasted a little different from hers, harsher and more bitter. Her first thought was that she could suck on the tube to shorten her torture. As the Master pricked her bruised mons the first time, that plan was abandoned. It hurt so much that just breathing and swallowing became a chore. She grunted and groaned as he lightly pricked her permanently bare pussy, avoiding at first all the really sensitive spots. Still, it made her squirm which tugged more on the clamps and wires holding her down.
As soon as the pain got bearable, he started to move to more sensitive places. Finally she screamed into her gag as the needle pushed it’s way into her mons. Again and again, he pushed it into her, slowly and deliberately, drawing out her agony for his pleasure. Her world closed in on her; became the taste of his urine, the smell of her sweat and musk. When he pushed the needle through her inner cunt lip she came. That was it. He had pushed her beyond her limits. She no longer knew anything but the blaze of the needle as it slid under and through her skin.
She did pass out once, the first time the Master pierced her clit. But the drug did not allow her to stay out long. He waited until she woke, only seconds later, coughing from the piss still leaking into her mouth, to pull it out. An explosion blasted her nerves as the needle slid through her most sensitive spot, the core that never failed to give her intense pleasure. It did not fail her now. Wave after wave of pain/orgasm surged through her senses.
She was no longer able to tell pleasure from pain, climaxing again and again as her repeatedly pushed the needle into her. Not only her clit, but deep into the tissue surrounding it. Several times he even invaded the ring of muscle in her ass. It clenched shut in agony as the needle speared her flesh. Finally, she dimly realized that her bladder was almost empty. So did the Master. He took the needle and pushed it into her clit once again. Then, leaving it there, he fucked her. She was so wet, that her body was unable to resist this final intrusion. Betrayed by her juices, she climaxed in a continual wave as the huge leather and metal studded cock raked her insides.
Finally he came, thrusting his entire length into her, her belly cramping as her exhausted body was forced to orgasm again. The spasms continued, making her jump uncontrollably as he removed his cock. Her muscles contracted around it, milking it and making obscene sucking sounds as he removed the last inches. Then he reached down and grabbed hold of the needle in her clit. Kim looked down at her body. Blood was leaking freely down her breasts and his cock glistened red in the dim light. She watched as he twisted and turned the needle, wracking her body with yet more pain and another orgasm. When he finally removed it, she passed out…
Kim shuddered at the recollections of her Mistresses latest party. Her body was a blazing mass of pain. She panted in short breaths. She had been serving her Mistress for three years (she was now 18) and this had been the worst night of training ever. She hoped it was late in the day. She didn’t want to lie awake for hours, her bladder about bursting and almost in tears, waiting on her Mistress’ pleasure. The door opened. It was her Mistress! And she was smiling! She HAD pleased her last night.
Mistress told Kim that she had done well. Her last duty was to service her then Mistress would let Kim rest and heal. Would Kim like to service Mistress? Kim began begging. The sooner she pleased her the sooner she would be released. Mistress had a thin cane in her hand. Kim knew that she would have to endure more torment before her release, but pleasing her love was all that counted. Mistress released the clamps from Kims’ body, wrenching a scream from the girl. New blood began to well from the raw nipples. Mistress made this worse by licking and nibbling the red tips. Despite herself, Kim felt a new orgasm begin to build. This was why she served this Mistress. No matter what had been done to her, no matter how much pain and humiliation Kim was forced to endure, Mistress always could make her cum.
Finally Mistress straddled her slaves’ face. Kim saw that her Mistress had been fucked heavily the night before. Dried cum was plastered to her pussy and more was oozing out of both her fuck holes. Thick musk drifted into her nostrils making her tortured body tingle with pleasure. Kim also realized that she would be the Mistress toilet slave today. Dark streaks smeared the asshole that was about to cover her nose. Kim knew she was expected to clean and suck until her Mistress was satisfied.
She lifted her head and started to clean the pussy over her mouth. All the while, her Mistress caused her great pain by roughly playing with her bleeding nipples, and occasionally caining her body. When the pussy was clean, Kim switched to the cum and shit streaked asshole. She sucked and licked and swallowed the dark cum that oozed out of the now loosened hole. Mistress cooed with pleasure. When she’d had enough she pushed her pussy into her slaves’ face commanding her to drink, then make her cum. Kim opened her mouth to the burnt orange, stinking stream that filled it. She was sick and disgusted, but Mistress had started to beat her clit with the cane.
Kim’s screams were drowned by the stream shooting into her mouth. She finally lost control of her own bladder, the piss flying out in a thick dark stream. It burned her skin where it was raw and abraded. Then she felt Mistress mouth over her own cunt, sucking and swallowing the liquid that flowed out of her. Kim and her Mistress started cumming; Mistress tasting the hot juices mixed with urine and blood from the pierced and beaten pussy, and Kim sucking her adored Mistress’ final spurts of piss and the thick white cream that slid down her throat.
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