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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Saschas Humiliation – P3

Owner ordered me to mount the platform face down, so that my cunt rested just at the edge of the platform. They told me to spread my legs and bend my knees, so that i imagined myself looking a bit like a frog. They fastened leather restraints around my legs just above my knees, attached the restraints to the upper edge of the platform and pulled them tight, so that gravity would make sure my cunt and ass would stay incredibly widely exposed and open.

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My waist was restrained with yet another leather strap, and my arms were pulled up behind me, strapped and locked to the waist strap. They locked a leather restraint around my forehead and under my chin, tilted my head far back, and held my head in place by skewering my throat with a cock-shaped attachment that they affixed to the platform. It fit as long as i held my head tilted back; if i moved my head, it cut off my breathing and gagged me unmercifully.

Rough fingers reached through the underside of the cut-out holes, fondled my breasts and pulled them through the small holes in the plexiglas. It was twice as intense as any breast bondage that i’d endured, and my breasts were soon throbbing and turning a deep pinkish hue.

The technicians finished setting up their equipment, and monitors soon captured all four camera angles. One camera was trained on my face. Another was a low shot, aimed directly at my cunt, which glistened moist and red in the intense light. One trained on my bulging and discolored breasts. The final camera angle was a wider shot, designed to capture all of the action. And it seemed they took care to position the monitors where i could see every element of my use.

“Two entries on your Master’s application were of particular interest to us. One was your propensity for breast play, and the other was your very recent transformation into a bit of an assfuck afficionado. We are quite pleased at both of these, and we are looking forward to helping you enjoy these activities. Of course, your Master expressed his desire that anal use be reserved for him. Unfortunately, not all one’s wishes can be fulfilled now, can they?”

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“In the interests of time, let’s combine these two activities. Position her and set up the Missle, please.” The plexiglas platform moved to hold me nearly vertical, and i felt the straps strain as they held me against the pull of gravity.

An Owner moved from out of the shadows and held a intricately modeled 9″ cock in his hand. He took a tube of KY Jelly, unscrewed the end of the device, and emptied the KY into it. He repeated the movement with a tube of BenGay.

A stand was brought from the sidelines, and the dildo/plug was affixed to the top of it. “Quite an invention, this Missle. Part of the secret is in the stand. A very elegant piston design allows for a device to be thrust at any speed into the orifice of choice. The plug itself has a control that allows us to expand the girth from an inch and a half all the way to four inches. Because the probe is designed much like a penis, with a hole at the end, it becomes self-lubricating with the addition of a product like KY Jelly, or even a product designed to elicit a more intense sensation. A lady can quite literally be fucked for hours, pleasurably or very painfully. We have chosen for you to receive both sensations, chattel. No need to thank us. It’s our pleasure.” His sardonic smile made me writhe and whimper behind the huge gag.

Saschas Humiliation – P2

… and i was as alive and as enslaved as i had ever been. i knew that i was meeting and exceeding their expectations of my skill. i knew that every cum shower was another success, that every moan was a vote of confidence in my abilities. i knew that i was making Master proud. i was doing it all for him.

Hours of sucking, it seemed, passed before i worked my way back to Owner, who remained to be served. i reached to please him, and i was shocked to feel him holding me from him, tilting my head to look into his eyes. Admiring eyes, satisfied eyes, lustful yet respectful eyes.

“property, you have done well. Here let me clean you. Close your eyes.” i did as he bid, and i felt a single stream spraying my face. i knew without tasting the salty fluid that it was his piss that was cleaning me, bathing me. The others joined in and showered the welts on my back, my ass, my breasts. i knelt there, losing myself in the warmth and proud in the knowledge that i had passed the first test.

i cleaned them all with my tongue and savored every drop that remained on the tender tips. Each cleansing ended with a gentle kiss. i turned back to face Owner, the one who had brought me to this place, and knelt with my head to the floor.

“They will be here soon… best get her ready, don’t you think?” A voice wafted through my consciousness and roused my curiosity. i throbbed with pain and desire.

They led me to a shower stall, turned on the cold water, and scrubbed me from head to toe. Stiff, intrusive brushes scratched and penetrated every fold, crease and cranny. i was ordered to squat and piss into the drain, and they all peered at me as i obeyed the command to pull my cunt lips apart as i did so. i stood in front of a fan and trembled as the cool air dried my skin, leaving my nipples taut and wanting.

“One of the ways the Club finances its activities is to produce some rather interesting audiovisual materials. Won’t it be a lovely surprise when your Master gets his first shipment of Club-produced videos? The package will be accompanied, of course, with an order form that includes the Website URL where the general public can see snippets of our products?” Another pause for dramatic effect.

“My dear, we are going to make you a star.” Owner’s words tormented me far more than the physical use had.

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As if on cue, the door opened and film equipment appeared around the great open area to the left of the building. Lights were set up, wires were run, and the building was magically transformed into a small sound stage, complete with four very impressive commercial-grade cameras.

Four Owners carried in a large transparent strange piece that looked like plexiglas. They suspended it with wire hung from the ceiling, so that it swayed. The platform was hung at an angle to the ground, not parallel with it, so that the lower end hung about 2 feet from the ground. The upper edge was about 4 feet above the ground.

Two small circles were cut out of the plexiglas about a foot from the upper edge, and i remember thinking that small breasts might possibly fit through those. The inner edges of the circles were trimmed in some kind of protective material, rubber maybe. Leather straps were positioned around it, and it became evident that this platform would be used to support me in my next task.

The room was engulfed in light reminiscent of daylight at noon, and the first of the cameras began recording the event.