Saschas Humiliation – P3

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The camera focused on my clit moved slightly to refocus on my exposed and nearly-virgin ass hole. Fingers pulled my ass cheeks apart, and i felt the tip of the Missle press against my tightly closed rosebud. The sound of a switch, and i felt the pumping against my ass. My anal training was triggered, and the fucking device began its excruciating penetration. The Owners stood close by, silent, watching it disappear, a quarter inch at a time. Mesmerized, i watched in the monitor as i was being ass fucked by a machine.

If i could have moved, i would have pressed myself onto the monster, so hungry i was to be filled. But all i could do is passively wait for it to be buried inside my body. Wait, and moan, and beg with my eyes for …. for what? i didn’t even know.

“Patience, property. It won’t always be using you so gently. You’ll get the fucking you want. And I’ll wager, a bit more. And you will be sure to let us know when you feel a bit warmer there, won’t you? I trust you will cooperate for the camera, and show us a bit of emotion.” i was beginning to hate his soliloquies… his Misterogers-like pace and tone was in direct conflict with his sadistic nature.

“Shall we turn our attention to her beautiful breasts, Gentlemen? Didn’t you just love how she boasted that she could pull semi-trailer trucks with those nipples? But it’s a bit sad that she feels her nipples would be better if they were always erect. Perhaps we can assist in some way.” He saw my quizzical expression and, by way of explanation, continued. “Chat rooms are such a valuable source of information, we’ve found. And you, dear property, are quite the entertainer, aren’t you?” i’d always suspected that my mouthy online commentary might come back to haunt me. i’d just never thought it would be under these circumstances.

“We’ve done some fascinating research into physical reactions, you know. We are fortunate to have a number of physicians and a couple of scientists in our group. With some experimentation, they’ve discovered that by concentrating on only one area of the body, asymmetrically, a person has a bit of a struggle processing the sensation. Naturally, we use that information to our advantage.”

i felt the clamp claiming my tender and aching right nipple. i turned my attention to the monitor, and saw that it was a cuff-like shape, about a half and inch length, that was affixed around my flesh between the nipple and the areola. It created a perfectly formed erect nipple. The adjusting screw was tightened until i thought i might faint, and then one more turn on the dial to tighten it yet more. Fingers parted my cunt, pulling my clit hood back, and i felt another clamp being fastened to my swollen and throbbing clit. Chains linked the two clamps together, and weights were added to hang from the chain. Even the most subtle motion of the platform sent blinding pain coursing through my breast and throughout my body.

The thrusting Missle continued fucking, faster now, moving deep inside, and then pulling nearly out to thrust yet again. The clamps vibrated gently with the rhythm of the fucking, and i was engulfed in sensation beyond any reality i’d experienced. My mind swirled and consciousness evaporated into a blessed vacuum. Cameras captured the beads of sweat that glistened over my captured body, and microphones recorded every muffled moan and whimper that bubbled from my suffocatingly full throat.

Teeth on my left nipple robbed me of my endorphin reverie, and i jolted back to consciousness just in time to see the first tiny needle being pressed into my left areola. i focused on the monitor and on the missle, which had imbedded itself fully in my ass and had begun to expand even as it continued its dispassionate mechanical fucking. A second needle, a fifth, a tenth, formed a glimmering starburst around my taut and tortured nipple.

A single Owner moved in front of me, brandishing a single tail whip. “Let’s see if we can encourage that nipple to stay perky.” He took a couple of warm-up practice swings, cracking the single tail at my right ear and dancing it twice immediately before my eyes. i could see he was skilled, which reassured me of my safety. The first sting landed directly on the tip of my left needle-pointed nipple. Another. Another. Every one exactingly applied on exactly the same milimeter of flesh, every one exactingly applied with a force just milimeters beyond what i could tolerate. Another. Again. i felt pressure building in my tormented clit, and i knew the next strike would send me past the point of control. He stopped, somehow reading my thoughts, and walked toward me. His fingertips brushed the exposed ends of the needles, sending yet another engulfing rush throughout my body, now mad with need for release.

A single fingertip flicked the clamped right nipple and sent new waves of pain through my breast and, tramsitted by the chain, into my clit. For Master, i chanted silently. For Master. i love you Master. For Master. The clamp was ripped from my nipple and i heard the words i had been longing to hear. “Come, chattel.”

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