Painsluts Erotic Torture

“It’s time,” said the unknown gentleman’s voice. Hands covered the entire body of her as she was launched from the frame work fast. She experienced someone pick her up and carry her to a kitchen table. The arms of her had been secured together, above the head of her as well as to the bottom part of the table. The clamps were slowly eliminated and she screamed when the blood flooded back again to the places. She needed to orgasm so badly, however, she could not not disappoint the Dom of her. The legs of her had been spread apart and secured to the kitchen table. The hood was eliminated, though she noticed the Dom whisper of her, “Do not open the eyes of yours, slut.” The moment the hood was gone a blindfold took it is place. The gag was eliminated and she gasped for breath. She needed to scream, she needed to cry, though she felt lips hungerly kissing hers. She melted into the owners mouth, and let the tongue dance of her with theirs. As the lips pulled away she experienced a ball gag being pressured into the mouth of her and locked behind the head of her. Lastly, the vibrator was pulled out of the pussy of her, gleaming with the wetness of her.

“She is ours these days. This fallen angel which was crashed into the hell of ours. This divine slut. Take her. Make the cry of her to the heavens in the orgasms she was so craving to have. The very reason that she fell to hell,” she noticed her Dom say in a grave tone of voice. She experienced the very first one slam into her causing her to arch the back of her; lifting the body of her off of the table. The back of her was on fire against the leather of the table. The welts burned, as she couldn’t help but sweat. She noticed the female whispering in close proximity to her.

“We are letting the males have the way of theirs along with you, slut, though we are going to enjoy the body of yours in some other ways.” She experienced the the very first drip from a slice of ice land on the throbbing nipple of her. She writhed in the bonds of her, wishing the ice was cooling her marks from the whips. She felt their warm, soft tongues lap the cold water from the flesh of her. The ice was rubbed on the nipples of her, the aeriolas and the firm breasts of her. Next she caught a faint scent. The familar scent of melting wax. The very first drop splashed across the left breast of her. She bucked wildly. Hands held the down of her at the shoulders. “Stay still, slut, we do not wish to harm you,” Mistress Katrina ordered, then added, “much.” The wax fell faster, instantly scolding, then cooling and covering the skin of her. She screamed as the very first orgasm rolled. The gentleman was slamming into her. He was great, significantly bigger compared to the Dom of her. She squeezed and released again and again, milking him to orgasm. She attempted to concentrate on this by yourself, though the ladies continued to ice, wax, take out the wax and start all over once again. She was in overstimulus mode and needed to scream for peace.

The gentleman exploded inside of her and eliminated himself from her aching vagina. She gasped for air flow with the gag, the chest heving of her. The following one quickly slid the way of his in her soaking pussy. He came fast, though he needed her to orgasm. He pulled out of her as well as inserted one, then two,three, 4 and then the whole fist of his in her. With the other hand he rubbed and roughly pinched the clit of her. She attempted to squirm from him, though it was ineffective. She arrived on the hand of his as he fisted her. She noticed him chuckle, as he pulled the hand of his out of deep inside her. Just before he left her, he flicked the clit of her rapidly and she moaned as another orgasm escaped her. This continued for what seemed as hours to her. The 2 females continued on the savagely tortured breasts of her while, penis after hard penis was shoved into her. She felt she was going to be torn into pieces. Tears followed down the face of her from behind the blindfold. The Dom of her had never had her subjected to a lot in a single evening. She experienced broken. Her body aching and trembling. The orgasms coming at the simple touch of the clitoris of her.

“Remove the gag of her, please, Mistress Maria,” she noticed the Dom request of her of the red headed woman. “I want to hear the scream of her for me.” The ball gag was pulled from the mouth of her. She gulped in great lungfuls of air. Next, rather than a scream or perhaps begs of mercy, she started to cry and whimper softly. She felt the hand of his on the cheek of her, the lips of his carefully kissing hers. “My angel, my slut,” he whispered. He entered her, the familar cock molding of his with the sensitive vagina of her. He thrust carefully in the beginning, but picked up speed, thrusting deeper and faster inside her. She screamed as she clinched him tight, pulling the deeper inside of her. She experienced the warmth of the orgasm shoot of his within her, as he collapsed in addition to her. He kissed the face of her, the neck of her and held her as close as the bonds of her will allow. She did not want him to leave, she wanted him close to her, but knew better.
“Marquis, remove her,” he shocked her by barking for the larger male. She experienced the restraints removed and she was sat up on the edge of the table. The blindfold remained. “Take the upstairs of her. I am going to take proper care of her in a moment.” Marquis, with the big arms of his, scooped her into the arms of his, exactly where she lay as a ragdoll. She trembled as he carried her from the home. She noticed her Dom’s voice as she was being taken away. “I hope you all enjoyed this evening. Next month, the friends of mine, we shall all meet again.”

A warm bath awaited her. Marquis lightly lowered her into the bathtub and ordered her to bath, but to not remove the blindfold of her. The body of her was limp, however, she relished the warmth of the water, the gentle fragrance of lavender and rose that filled the air and totally relaxed the soul of her. 10 mintues further along, as she lay on her Dom’s big bed, she noticed the door wide open and close. Footsteps followed. She felt his hand caress her marked body and she could not help but to whince at the pain. He removed the blindfold of her and she opened the eyes of her to the dimly lit bedroom. He was showered and wearing only a beautiful smile. He stroked her lovingly and said, “My treasure, the pet of mine, the angel of mine. You’ve made me very happy tonight.”

“Thank you, sir,” the voice of her was sleepy, nearly a whisper.

He pulled her close and held her in the most intiment of embraces. “In taking one to hell, I am hoping you’ve determined heaven.”

“Maria, which was lovely,” she noticed her Dom say. “There are actually a few points left to add before we take something away.” She was confused, not being aware of what he might mean. She felt slender fingers dancing over the soaked lips of her. Gradually they invaded her, managing to brush past the clit of her.

“Hmmmm, she is soaked, David. And her clit is actually getting really hard,” another female voice said. The fingers moved slowly in and out of her, causing the hips of her to immediately grind down on them. She noticed the wosh of air as a hand swatted the ass of her. She bit down on the gag, relishing the pain.

“Not yet, slut. No, certainly not even. Mistress Katrina is just warming you up.” The fingers pulled out, a lot to the heated disappointment of her. Then she experienced a medium sized vibrator thrusted in the place of theirs. She arched againist the bonds of her, screaming below the gag. It was switched on low, the vibrations stirring the base instincts of her. The slender fingers went to focus on the clitoris of her, rubbing, pinching, flicking it until it was rock hard. One other set of hands, rougher, larger, began performing exactly the same to the nipples of her. She rocked against the vibrator, just to feel the hand across her bottom once again. As the nipples of her and clit grew more and harder erect, she felt clamps simultaneously bite down. She screamed once again. She experienced the chain connecting the 3 clamps against the blank flesh of the belly of her. Someone hooked the band in the clamp chain to the ring in the collar of her. If she had been moving the head of her back, the clamps would pull, causing brutal pain to shoot through the body of her. She next felt the arms of her and legs currently being stretched further as the chains were tighened. She experienced her feet start lifting through the floor, until just the feet of her were touching the ground.

“She looks extremely gorgeous, David,” she noticed a gentleman say. She did not understand how she looked. On tiptoe, hooded, gagged, suspended spread eagle, a vibrator in her quivering in, clamped, and vagina white. She experienced a hand caress the bare bottom of her and then move up the back of her. The fingers touched the wings of her, she felt comfort for a short time. In that case she felt icy metal, small steel following the hand. It’d to become a knife. They intended to cut off the wings of her. She attempted to protest, but the moment she shook the head of her, pain seared from the clamps being pulled.
“Fallen angels don’t have wings,” her Dom whispered to her. “You,” he hissed, “do not deserve the wings of yours, slut.” She experienced the knife slice through the thin leather straps. He did it gradually, making her suffer for the pain of the loss. She whimpered throughout the gag. He sliced the next strap and she screamed when the wings fell to the floor. Although these were simply a prop, she genuinely felt she’d lost an appendege. She trembled, struggling to keep the neck of her from pulling the clamps. “It is actually time this fallen angel, this particular slut be punished for what she’s done.” The vibrator was switched up to medium, sending her into uncontrolable quaking. She squeezed it tight, moaning. She knew she couldn’t orgasm, regardless of exactly how badly she needed until. She’d to hold back until her Dom allowed her that privlege.

She felt cool leather of a flogger being run along the back of her, where the wings of her had been. She cried out once again, though the gag, sadly silenced her cries for the lost wings of her. The very first stroke lashed at the back of her, forcefully pushing her forward. She swayed for a short time, then the subsequent stroke hit. She screamed with each blow, moving with it. After 10 lashes and feeling the welts rising on the pink flesh of her, they quit for a short time. She heard whispering as well as the chains lowering her to the floor. The wrists of her were freed, her arms rubbed for a short time, and her ankles released. She needed to crumple to the ground, but did not have such an opportunity. The wrists of her were roughly pulled in front of her and she was dragged 5 steps across the room. She experienced a hand on each wrist, pulling the arms of her up and apart once again. She heard locks closing this time and immediately screamed. A swat on the unmarked bottom of her, silenced her fast. The legs of her had been moved apart as well as the ankles again secured, locked into position. She was locked right into a X frame. They weren’t finished preparing her for the following round. The hood she used had a band in the top which they slipped a chain through and was connected to the ceiling, rendering the head immobile of her. A heavy leather strap was placed at her lower back, pushing her chest and torso tightly againist the solid wood frame. She wiggled, trying to give herself some resistence and room from the clamps, but found herself being held down even though the strap was firmly secured, locking the down of her.
This point she felt tiny, natural leather traced over the rear of the legs of her. She just knew it was a cat o’nine tails. She bit down on the gag, sucking it more difficult with each stroke. 10 strokes and the legs of her were on fire. She will have collapsed whether they had not bound her to the frame. Then was the bottom of her with a rigid leather-based flogger. She began to slip into the slave space of her, floating The pleasure and pain getting one. The welts covering her bottom, legs, and back. The vibrator humming away in the pussy of her.

“She’ s too quiet,” Maria, the red headed female said.