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Introduction: Part 3 Please read parts 1-2 to understand the story, especially before voting. I looked down at Mother as she sucked me off. Her hot mouth on my penis felt amazing, even as I wanted to scream in agony from the whip marks on my back and butt. Mother had cleaned them with rubbing alcohol again, and they sent pulses of pain through my body just as pulses of pleasure flew through me from the wet warmth around my penis.
Then the pleasure stopped, but the pain increased as Mother grabbed my balls and squeezed hard.
Do you want to climax, little shit? Do you want to shoot your filth everywhere?
Yes, Mother!
Beg me for it.
Please, Mother! Please let me cum! Please!
I screamed when she squeezed harder and twisted, and, without warning, I emptied those same balls violently, shooting hot, sticky cum onto my stomach. I pulled against the ropes tying me to the bed as Mother roughly manipulated my softening penis.
No, Mother! Please stop!
I thrashed harder, but her hands were relentless, and I felt myself grow hard again.
Youre a sick little fuck! Sick pervert!
Her hands never stopped, and within a few minutes, another climax was building. Again, she squeezed and twisted my balls, wrenching another scream and another orgasm from me.
Beg me to stop, little fuck!
Please, Mother! Please stop! Please!
I was sobbing, but she didnt stop until I had a third climax, and then she left me, still tied to the bed and covered in my filth. She returned after a while and stared down at me, all the hate within her blazing in her eyes. Then she grinned as she held up the exposed wires, and…
No!
He bolted upright, drenched in sweat, and his hands unconsciously dropped to cover his exposed cock and balls as a shudder ran through him. He took a long, deep breath and held it, trying to expel the memory of that pain. Usually, pain caused him to cum, whether it was his own or someone elses, but that last day, it had only caused him to convulse and pass out.
Please, My Lord, please make it stop!
Kaneezs voice came from the television set, and he grimaced. Her words were too similar to his own from the dream. He switched off the sound with the remote and went to the bathroom to clean himself up. He left the room naked and descended to the basement. A glance at the monitor told him hed been asleep for almost an hour. Hed watch later to see how many orgasms Kaneez had had in that time, but for now, he just entered the room.
Kaneez was moaning softly as her body shuddered through another climax, and he stepped up behind her. He waited until she was still, and then he ripped the tape from the dildo in her ass and pulled it out along with the speculum. He heard her sob in relief as he walked to the sink and dropped the filthy objects in. Then he went back to her and removed the wand, placing it in the sink as well.
Thank you, My Lord, she whimpered, and he slammed his hand down on her ass, leaving a perfect red imprint over the welts. She screamed loudly, but his cock barely twitched. His memories and the dream were too fresh in his mind for him to find that kind of pleasure at the moment.
You do not speak to me, he growled, unless spoken to first. He hit her again, eliciting another scream. He took a minute to examine her, her asshole was still gaping, but even as he watched, it slowly shrank. It would not ever go back to its original size, perhaps, but he thought it would come close. Her body slumped onto the bench, and he brought his hand down a third time. Instantly, she stiffened again and wailed loudly. He continued beating her until her ass was bright red, his hand stung, her asshole was almost normal-sized again, and he was just beginning to react to her screams again.
Have you ever cleaned your ass out, Kaneez?
No, Ahriman, she sobbed, gasping for breath.
I didnt think so. He untied the rope from her wrists and his cock hardened more when he saw the red, raw skin encircling them. We are going to do so now. She opened her mouth, but when he balled his fist, she snapped it shut again. He leaned close to her face. I will administer your first enema, but after this, it will be your responsibility to keep yourself clean. And, Kaneez, if you shit on my floor, I will kill you. She stared at him, and the terror in her wide eyes was almost enough to dispel the terror of his memories. Almost, but not quite. He was about halfway erect now, but he ignored it and fetched the enema supplies. He filled the bag with warm, soapy water and hung it on a hook above her ass. After checking that the clasp was tight, he slid about four inches of the clear tubing into her ass. Clench your asshole, Kaneez. Make sure to keep it all in. Youll hold it in for ten minutes, and then you can use the toilet. Ill set a timer so that you know when that is. Do you understand?
Yes, Ahriman, she gasped.
Good. He released the clasp on the tubing and watched as the water slowly filled her. He stood to the side and saw her belly bulge slightly as her bowels stretched to accommodate the three quarts of liquid. She moaned as her insides started to cramp, and she clutched the edges of the bench tightly. When the bag was empty, he removed the tube and put the whole device in the sink. Then he untied her ankles and legs.
Stay in that position, Kaneez, or gravity will make your ass leak. He took a standard kitchen timer, set it for ten minutes, and placed it where she could see It. Ten minutes, Kaneez. Ill know if you dont wait, and you will not like the outcome of blatant disobedience. When you are finished, there is one more thing to do, and if you promise to behave, Ill make you something to eat after that. Without waiting to see how she took that, he left the room, completely ignoring Mother as she was ignoring him. He went upstairs and got dressed before going to the kitchen and getting started on what would turn out to be brunch. It was about ten oclock in the morning, and he was starving.
He turned on the monitor in the kitchen and used the remote to flip through the cameras until he found the one focused on Kaneezs ass. He could see her tremble as she fought the desire to expel the water, and he slowly stroked himself through his pants as he prepared the food. He rubbed faster when she cried out and shook violently, he assumed it was another cramp. He didnt want to cum, though, so he forced his hand away from his crotch. His eyes flickered back and forth between his preparations and the screen, and in what seemed a few seconds to him but would have been an eternity for her, the timer went off, and she jumped off the bench and raced to the toilet. Before she got there, he turned off the monitor, put the food in the oven, and went back to the basement. He watched the monitor outside the door until he knew she was done relieving herself, and then he punched in the code.
When he entered, she was washing her hands. Her entire body was trembling, and it seemed as if her knees might buckle at any moment. He moved behind her and pulled her hair back from her face. He held it as if it were a ponytail, and he whispered in her ear, Good girl. You have done well after your punishments. Now, for this next part, I will give you a choice. If you can be still and not fight me, I will leave you untied, but if you cant, you will be shackled again. What is your choice?
I will not fight you, My Lord. Please dont tie me up again.
Hmm. Well see. He stayed behind her and led her to a different bench. This one had a back that he raised up, and he told her to sit with her legs straddling the bench. She did so gingerly, wincing when her welts hit the vinyl.
Put your hands behind the bench and clasp them together, he said, and again, she did so without question.
He got the equipment he needed and set it on the table next to the bench. Her eyes went wide with fear, but she said nothing. He straddled the bench as well, facing her. Dont worry, he said. This shouldnt hurt too much. He put surgical gloves on and grabbed her left nipple with the clamp. She gasped and squirmed slightly, but when he locked gazes with her, she stilled and bit her bottom lip. He took the needle out of the wrapper and slowly slid it into her skin just where her nipple met her areola. She cried out but didnt move. He watched her eyes as he attached a barbell to the needle and slowly pulled it through her nipple, settling the shield firmly on the areola. She flinched, but that was all. He repeated the process with her right nipple, and she barely reacted. When he was done, he stood up and studied her. He suppressed a giggle. The shields were in the form of a mouth full of teeth, and it looked like her nipples were about to bitten off. He attached a ring to each barbell, and they hung down to the bottom of the shields.
He applied alcohol to each nipple and said, You need to keep these clean, or they will get infected. Do you understand?
Yes, Ahriman, she breathed, and he thought he heard pleasure in her voice.
He gently tweaked one piercing, and she gasped. Ive heard that piercing your nipples can make them extra sensitive. What do you think?
I dont know, My Lord, she said breathlessly. He flicked her nipple again, and she cried out, but it was not in pain. He definitely knew the difference between pain and pleasure sounds.
I think well have to experiment with that later, he said as he took another needle from the table. He sat back on the bench and grabbed her hips. He slid her ass toward him until he had access to her clit. This will hurt a bit more, he said, and he slid the needle through her hood horizontally. She shrieked, and he grinned. She moaned as he inserted the ring, and when he was done, he fastened a fine silver chain to it, another that connected her nipples, and then he secured the clit chain to the center of the other. Then he stood back and again studied her.
You look lovely, he said, and he reached forward and hooked his finger underneath the juncture of the chains. He pulled them back toward himself, and she yelped. Do they hurt?
Yes, Ahriman.
He tugged again, and she cried out again, but this time the cry ended in a groan. He grinned, dropped the chain, and stood up. Lastly, he wrapped a leather collar around her neck and leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, locking them closed with small padlocks.
Now, he said, taking off the gloves, you will clean this room. Every drop of sweat, every drop of cum, every drop of blood will be gone. You will clean the toys in the sink and put them away where they belong. She flinched at that, but he continued. You have twenty minutes to get it done. When you are finished, I will come and check your work.If you do it to my satisfaction, you can eat with me upstairs. If you dont, you will eat down here with Mother. You can set the timer if that will help you. I warn you, though, it had better be spotless.
He left the room and went upstairs to check on the food. He turned the monitor in the kitchen on again and watched as Kaneez worked as fast as she could considering she had to be stiff and hurting. She was doing well, though, and after fifteen minutes, it looked as if she was done. She wandered around the room, keeping well away from Mother, and she even tried to open the door. When she realized she couldnt open it, she moved to the center of the room and stood silently, her hands clasped behind her back. He liked It.
He finished up with brunch and went back downstairs. He entered the room and looked around. Everything was where it should be, and, as he walked around, he couldnt find anything wrong with her work. Good girl, he said, and then he walked to the door. Follow me.
Yes, Ahriman. She padded after him, keeping her hands behind her back. He led her upstairs, and she blinked several times as she looked around her at the opulent house. He didnt give her much chance to see much, though, and he stopped in the dining room. He pointed to the floor beside the heavy wooden chair at the head of the table.
Kneel.
Yes, Ahriman. She dropped to her knees on the plush, red carpet and didnt move. He went to the kitchen and made up two plates and then carried them back to where she was. He put them on the table and went back to get two glasses of water. He put them on the table and sat down next to her. He held out one of the glasses to her, and she looked at him questioningly.
Go ahead, take it, he said, and she did. He gave her a plate, and she placed both on the floor in front of her. He caressed her hair as he said, Eat. Youve done well.
She gave him a small smile and started eating. He did as well, but every once in a while, he reached down and roughly ran a finger along one of her welts. Each time he did so, she whimpered, and her eyes flashed to him, fear and confusion evident in their depths. She finished before he did, and he pointed to the floor between his feet. She moved under the table, and he said, You need to work on sucking cock, Kaneez, so this is what is going to happen. If you get me to climax before I finish eating, I will let you do something you want to do. If not, I will hurt you and get off on your screams. And remember, if you bite me, I just might kill you.
Yes, Ahriman, she said, and she fumbled with his button and zipper as he resumed eating. He fervently hoped she was unsuccessful, for he truly desired to hurt her, but he was a man of his word, and if she managed to make him cum, he would reward her. Finally, she managed to pull out his flaccid cock. It had been so long since hed heard her scream that it was not even the tiniest bit hard. She started stroking him slowly and gently, and he grinned. She had no chance if that was her plan. She couldnt see his grin, of course, and he focused on finishing his food. Soon, he felt her lips surround the head, but she was still far too gentle, and he decided to help her out.
Kaneez, youd better pick up the pace and the pressure. Id think by now youd have realized that I dont like gentle sex. Im almost done eating.
With that, she clamped her lips down tightly and started bobbing her head up and down quickly, and he let out a hiss. Better, he said, but I dont think good enough. Maybe three bites left.
She increased her speed, but he wasnt even semi-hard by the time he took the last bite and downed it with the last of his water. He scooted his chair back, and she scrambled to keep up with him, but he grabbed her hair with one hand and slapped her across the face with the other. She cried out, but he wanted more, and he hit her again. Her cry was louder, but still not enough. He kept his hand tangled in her hair, stood up, and dragged her back to the basement. She tried to stay on her feet, but several times, she ended up on her knees, and the carpet only added more burns to her knees and shins. By the time they reached the basement room, she was sobbing. He tightened his grip in her hair and pulled her to her feet, bringing forth a scream at last.
He sighed deeply and opened the door. Once inside, he laid her down on her back on a thigh-high platform so that her head was hanging off the end. He clipped the ring in her collar to the platform, and he pulled her arms around her legs and shackled her wrists to her ankles with more clips through the rings on those. He then hooked the cuffs to a rope in the ceiling and pulled it tight so that the only thing touching the platform were her shoulders. She whimpered as he positioned her, but he needed her screams.
He pulled a blindfold over her eyes, and put plugs in her ears and nose. Then he got the picana, a long, copper cable with leather wrapped around one end, and rubbing alcohol. When he was ready, he stood at her ass and brought the cable down hard, immediately drawing blood. Finally, a scream was wrenched from her, and his cock twitched. Again and again, the cable contacted skin, blood flowed more freely, and the screams grew louder and longer. After five strikes, he took the top off the alcohol and poured it over her open wounds. The shriek that came from her was almost orgasmic by itself, and she started thrashing around. She couldnt move very far because of the collar around her neck, however, and he hit her again with the cable, this time on her thighs. Her screams were now nonstop, and he forced himself to keep his hand from his cock. He was still dressed, but his cock was still exposed from Kaneezs fumbled attempt at a blowjob. Unlike then, however, it was steadily growing now. It only took five more strikes to her thighs, drawing blood each time before he was so hard it hurt. He poured more alcohol on her wounds, and she promptly passed out.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of smelling salts, removed the plugs from her nose, and snapped it open. Her head jerked, and she started screaming again. He grabbed her ears and shoved his dick inside her mouth, muffling the screams but not stopping them. He looked across the room and locked eyes with Mother as he brutally face-fucked Kaneez, barely letting her breathe between thrusts. It only took minutes before he roared out a Fuck!! and emptied his balls down her throat. She gagged and coughed as some of his cum flowed from her nose, and he quickly pulled out before it got on his pants.
What do you think, Mother? he asked as he stripped naked. Is she in enough pain yet? She didnt answer, so he answered for her. No? I agree. Lets see what we can do about that, shall we?
He picked up the picana and adjusted the dials on the control box so that the voltage was at twelve thousand volts. The nice thing about the picana was that the current was so low that he could administer shocks to Kaneez for hours without any fear of killing her. He pulled the rope until she was hanging upside down, the only thing keeping her from swinging was the fact that her collar was still attached to the platform. He got the hose and turned on the cold water before drenching her thoroughly. Then he applied the bronze tip of the picana to one of the open welts on her ass, and the gurgling scream that came from her throat caused his cock to rise. He touched another bleeding welt, and she continued screaming. After about ten minutes of this, he was about to climax again, and he lowered the rope until her back was resting on the platform.
He grabbed her hips, spit on his hand, rubbed it on his cock, and pressed into her ass. She shrieked as the head popped into her, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth. He pushed forward, ignoring the fact that he was causing her asshole to bleed, until he was fully seated in her. He still had the picana in his hand, and while he held himself still inside her, he touched the tip to one of the wounds on her thigh. She thrashed around and shrieked, trying to get away from his cock and the picana at the same time. The combination of her movements and the sounds coming from her was too much, and he started pounding into her, pulverizing her tender anal tissues even as he continued applying the picana to her wounds. When he felt his balls tighten, he again held himself deep within her, and then he applied the picana to her asshole, just above where his dick impaled her, and her asshole spasmed as she let out a high-pitched scream. He felt the shock himself, and he screamed with her as he emptied himself in her bowels, sending stream after stream of hot, sticky cum into her back passage.
He pulled out of her roughly, and she whimpered when he again pulled the rope so that she was upside down. For the next two hours, he alternated between shocking her with the picana, whipping her with the copper cable, and fucking her ass and pussy. She screamed so much that she lost her voice, but the wheezes and whines that still came from her turned him on almost as much as the screams. Shed passed out four times, and each time he woke her up to continue torturing her. Finally, though, he tired, and he lowered the rope for the last time. He unhooked her wrists, ankles, and collar and dragged her to the shower.
He strung her up, but let her stand without securing her ankles. Sweat, cum, and blood ran down her body, and as he ran the water in the sink, her bladder released, and piss flowed down her legs to the drain in the floor. Normally, he would have beaten her for that, but he was too tired, so he just hooked up the hose and let the warm water flow over her. She gasped when it hit her, and she opened her eyes and looked at him in confusion. She had obviously been expecting cold water.
He walked to her and pulled her to himself, letting the water cover him as well. I told you, he said, If you please me and do what youre told, I will reward you. Your pain pleases me, and you barely fought me while I hurt you. That pleases me as well. She looked up at him as he held her, and then he moved to the sink and got a sponge and soap. He carefully cleaned her and himself, and then washed her hair for her. Can you continue to please me? he whispered in her ear.
Yes, Ahriman, she answered, and he turned off the water before picking up his clothing and taking her hand. He led her up three flights of stairs to his bedroom, and then he turned to her.
I want you to sleep with me tonight. I may fuck you before morning, or I may not, but you will not fight me no matter what happens. Understand?
Yes, Ahriman, she said meekly, her head down.
Good girl, he said, and he led her to the bed before attaching a long chain to the ring in her collar. The chain was connected to the headboard. It hadnt been designed for this use, but it would work to keep her from trying to escape.
I have work to do, but you may sleep in the bed if you wish.
She just nodded, pulled back the covers, and lay down on her side, tucking her hands beneath her cheek. Her wet hair was plastered to her back, and a few strands fell over her shoulder to drape over her breasts. As he looked at her, an unfamiliar feeling filled him, and he couldnt resist reaching out and running his thumb across her bottom lip. She just stared at him. He frowned and pulled his hand back.
Ill be back later. Be a good girl, and maybe Ill reward you when I get home.
Yes, Ahriman.
He frowned more deeply as she closed her eyes, but he just got dressed, left the house, and climbed in his car. His hands tightened around the steering wheel, and when he pulled out of his driveway, he turned in the opposite direction of the club where he had found Kaneez. His current destination was over three hours away, and he thought through his plan as he drove, an evil grin creeping across his face as he imagined what the evening would bring.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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