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Why you shouldn?t go home with strangers III

Why you shouldn?t go home with strangers III

This story contains non-consensual BDSM and extreme pain. If this offends you, do not read it.

I woke up the next morning very hungry. I ate my breakfast slowly, reading the day?s paper. I was more focused on my slave than the type, though. She realizes I will make her hurt whenever I Want, and in whichever manner I want, but I still needed to work on her obedience. Yesterday she was good, but she may not be very obedient today. Maybe yesterday will feel like a dream to her, and her will may have been somewhat restored. Today was vital, though.

I finished my breakfast and cleaned up after myself, then went to check in on her. She was already awake. It looked as though she was awake most of the night, judging from the rings around her eyes. Her bed sheets were wrinkled and untucked. She probably tried to escape during the night. I asked her if she had to go to the bathroom. She shook her head ?yes?, and I saw tears forming in her eyes. I reminded her that she will face dire consequences if she tried anything, and I removed her restraints. I watched her walk into the bathroom, and shook my head ?no? when she moved to shut the door.

She sat down, and I could hear her piss. I?m not into scat or golden showers. It didn?t turn me on, but I enjoyed that she was embarrassed with me watching her. Then, her face got red, and tears began flowing down her cheeks. Her face had her beautiful grimace displayed, but she covered her face and continued. She let out some squeaks, and I heard her finish. She uncovered her face and lightly wiped herself. She grimaced more every wipe. I told her to wipe four more times, hard, after she thought she was done. She began softly crying and her grimace grew, but she did it. That was a good enough test.

When she reentered the room, I gave her phone and a note to her. I commanded her to call her mother, and tell her she eloped to Canada, as on the note. First, though, tell me five times before the real call. She did it. She was shaky the first couple times, but got to sound normal near the end. I told her if she did this well enough I would Reward her with food, and I would not take her into the torture chamber today. She didn?t seem sure about trusting me with that, but she made the call anyway. I could hear her mom ask some question, but I had her tell her mother she met a rich doctor, and that she wouldn?t be able to visit often. Her mother reamed her, but she got her to willingly hang up and accept the story.

She looked at me for instructions. Good, maybe she was already broken. I commanded her to kneel with her legs spread as far as she could get them, hands on her head. She hesitated, so I slapped her and showed her my remote. She immediately did as I said, though she seemed unable to take her eyes from her clit. That?s fine. I wheeled an IV rack over to behind her, and readied the enema. I told her not to move, no matter what happened.

I inserted the plug end into her, and I heard her yelp. She moved, but only as a reflexive action. She immediately repositioned herself. Good. I could hear her lightly crying. I filled her bowels. I may even have slightly over-filled them. I replaced the hose end with a real butt plug. She moved, but I could tell she was honestly trying to keep her position. I told her to get up and follow me. I took her to my kitchen, and told her to make breakfast. She could make whatever she found to make, as she wished.

She did a small dance as though she had to go to the bathroom, and she was holding her gut and her ass with the other hand. She asked if she could go to the bathroom, first. I told her she was not allowed to relieve herself until she was done eating, and that she had to have at least three different foods and one full glass of a drink with it. I placed a plate on the table with three separate sectioned areas. I told her to fill each section, and I gave her a 21 ounce glass. She was lightly crying, but she immediately took off to prepare food. It took her about eight minutes to undercook some scrambled eggs, spam, and mashed potatoes. I laughed at the last dish, but it?s understandable in her rush. She filled the glass with milk, but I shook my head when she moved to put the milk away until she topped off the glass. It took her four minutes to eat and drink it all. I told her to stay there until her plate was clean. She licked it clean in under a minute.

I walked her bouncing form to the bathroom in her bedroom, and told her to make sure nothing came out at she removed the butt plug. There were a few unavoidable drips, and she whimpered the whole time, but she got it out and got on the toilet very quickly regardless. She cried loudly the whole time, but simply whimpered and sat there when she was done. I saw that she had healed nicely from yesterday. The marks were obvious, but had healed much faster than anyone else?s would have. I?m such a miracle worker. I gave her another enema, but I did not force her to hold it very long.

I took her to my living room, and chained one of her feet to a chain in the corner. She could travel throughout the room, but that was it. I ordered her into the kneeling position and to masturbate until she had twelve orgasms. I sat down on my couch to watch. She would not look me in the eyes. She?d avoided it all morning. I commanded her to do so. She must look me in the eyes the whole time. It looked as though the masturbation caused her some pain. It took her almost 40 minutes to orgasm. I sat there for four hours watching her have ten.

It took her two more hours to have another. After that one, she began crying loudly. I told her that it will not stop until she has another orgasm. I could see her cunt was a very bright red, and I could even see some blood getting smeared around. I got up for a closer look. I didn?t want her trying to scrape out my device, after all. She was really trying to orgasm, though. I wasn?t sure she could as she was, but a slave absolutely must obey a command, no matter what it might be. I moved her hand out of the way and slapped her cunt hard six times. She jumped slightly each time, but stayed as she was. She was crying a bit harder. I commanded her to resume her masturbation.

She restarted very slowly. I commanded her to speed up. She did. I could see that her arms were a dark red and developing bruises from all those hours of working. Blood dripped from her cunt. She slowed down from exhaustion, and I commanded her to resume at her previous pace. I told her that if she doesn?t cum once more without slowing down within an hour, I will press the button. She began sobbing, but continued her work.

After ten minutes, though she was still looking me in my eyes, I noticed she had stopped crying and seemed to have a far off look to her. Twenty minutes passed, and she startled me when she screamed and began vibrating. Her hands flew to the floor beneath her and she vibrated and did not stop screaming for possibly half a minute. Blood was quickly dripping from her cunt. The scream took about ten seconds to fade, and she collapsed onto the floor. She had her twelfth orgasm.

I yelled that I did not tell her she could leave her position. She got back into position, though it was obvious she was very weak. No more blood was dripping from her cunt. I walked to her and inspected it. It looked as though she rubbed herself so raw, blood was slowly seeping through the agitated skin on and around her clit. I slapped her cunt six times hard again, and she yelped and jumped each time but stayed in position. She was sobbing freely, now.

I rubbed her clit some with my fore and middle fingers. She cried harder and had to consciously keep her legs form closing, but did not make a move to stop me. I stopped, and inserted the two fingers into her vagina all the way. She screamed, and stayed in position.

?If I rubbed your clit and told you to have an orgasm, what would happen??, I asked her softly.

She got her sobs under control enough to let out an intelligible answer, ?I would *sniff* have another orgasm, *shudder* Master.?.

I began fingering her. Not roughly, but that was hardly necessary at this point. I made sure to get the full length of my fingers inside her and nearly out each thrust, though. ?Who?s cunt is this, whore??, I said into her ear.

?*sob* Yours, Master.?

I removed my fingers from her pussy, and worked them into her ass. Yes, ?worked? was very accurate. It took me a couple minutes to get to the point I was fingering her ass, and that was still difficult. She screamed on every in stroke, and allowed tears to fall on the out strokes. I got it up to in and out once per second.? ?And who?s ass is this??.

?AAAHH!, Y y AAHH! yo yours AAHH! Mas ast AAHH! as ter!? She barely worded.

?What do I do with it, slave??

?H AAHH! H urt I AAHH! I I it AAHH! Mas ter AAHH!?

I doubled the pace at which I was fingering her ass. ?Yes, but what is it that I can use it for??

?AaeeAAHHHeeeAAHH!?, she simply made a broken scream, then seemed to gather her will. ?Anything, Master!?, she said very quickly.

?If I told you to finger your ass until you had an orgasm, what would you do??

She grit her teeth, while tears poured down the sides of her face. She squealed out, ?finger my ass until I had one, Master!?

I stopped fingering her ass and pulled my fingers out. I commanded her to open her mouth. I stuck my fingers in and commanded her to clean them. When she was done, I asked her if she thought it was even possible for her to have an orgasm by fucking her ass with her fingers. ?No, master.? I asked her why she?d try. ?Because I cannot ever refuse you in any way, Master.? She had stopped crying, but she still looked a mess and had a large frown on her face.

I went into an adjacent room and brought out a device about six feet tall. It was two steel poles about six inches apart. Near the top of the smaller pole was a bar and at the bottoms of the poles there was a base that could be set on the ground and was four feet in diameter. One pole was three feet tall, the other twice that. There were some straps along the length of each pole. Each pole was just over two inches wide, and they looked hollow. I made my slave stand on the platform with the shorter pole between her legs. I strapped her elbows, wrists, and neck to the longer pole behind her. I then strapped her thighs, ankles, and just under her knees to the shorter one, to position her pussy right above the hole.

She began to get teary again when I began turning a small wheel about six inches from the top of the shorter pole. After a couple seconds, another, smaller, hollow, two-inch wide metal pole came out of the top of the one between her legs. I continued twisting until it began pushing against her cunt. She squirmed a bit and let loose more tears. I pulled apart her cunt lips, and pulled her inner labia apart in the same manner. I twisted the pole up until the pole began forcing it?s way in her cunt. I pulled her labia apart some more, and it entered her vagina slightly. She began full-out crying.

I had some markings on the pole that I could see while I twisted the wheel. I moved it into her cunt an inch, then rubbed her clit and moved her hips around for about five minutes. She cried and yelped at that. I moved the pole into her another half inch. She screamed. I repeated the rubbing and moving her hips before driving it a half inch deeper. She was wailing and screamed every once in a while, particularly while I was moving the pole deeper. I repeated the half an inch thing until I got seven inches into her. She screamed any time she was moved at all near the end, but I had to move her to assure that she would not be torn too badly. I inserted it dry, after all.

I began rubbing her clit furiously, to which she began screaming. I asked what she would do if I told her to orgasm. She slowly stopped screaming, and cried out ?Cum, Master!? She was crying profusely, but not screaming. She wasn?t moving at all except to cry. I left the room and came back with a small, half inch wide vibrating device. I placed it over her clit. It had a sort of vice like part on the back of it, and I snapped it on her clit. She screamed for another minute or so.

I activated the vibrator. It was very powerful, and I could see it vibrate on this low setting without even looking for it. She cried some more, of course. I left her there to go eat and to take care of some chores that would be hers if I weren?t playing. I was gone for two hours.

She was no longer crying, but she had a grimace on her face. I turned up the vibrator, and her grimace got larger. I turned it up to half power, and I could hear it, I imagine, from anywhere in the house. ?Orgasm, pain toy.?

I turned the vibrator to full power and sat down to watch her. She screamed off and on for about ten minutes, but then started that staring thing she did earlier. I was certain now, she was sort of meditating. She was concentrating on what pleasure she could take from her experience. I found that very fascinating. It took twenty minutes for her to orgasm. I turned off the vibrator and removed it from her.

She began to focus on me once again, and asked what I was going to do now. I said nothing, merely grabbed her by the waist and moved her up and down as far as I could considering her restraints. That wound up being just under an inch. She screamed her head off. I kept doing it for about three minutes before I got bored of it. I looked at the pole, and there was some blood on it where it was in her cunt. I expected that, though. She stopped screaming a couple minutes later, and she was done crying twenty minutes later. I was waiting on the couch. I walked back over to her, and looked at her cunt again.

?Your pussy is stretched very wide. This would hurt even a normal girl to tears, but I tightened your pussy, remember?? She did not respond. Glancing up, I saw her looking at me, and conscious. ?That was a question. You?ll regret not having answered that.? I pressed the button on my control, and she tried to ump right off that pole. She stood still, with a wide eyed look of terror on her face.

After ten seconds, she stopped. She forced herself to control her tears, ?Mast *sniff* er... I went through *sniff* a lot today. *sniff sniff* When will it be over, *sniff* Master??

?It would have been over now if you had only answered me.?, I answered. I turned the only other knob on the shorter pole for a minute or two, then she yelped. There?s a small copper rod in the center of the shorter pole, and the pole holding her cunt in place. It has a barbed copper wire on the end of it. That was getting pushed into her cervix. I pushed it slightly further, and she began screaming some more. I twisted the wheel one more time for safe measure, she screamed and kept screaming for about a minute. She began crying, saying ?master? in between breaths and tears. I pulled a copper alligator clip attached to a wire from the bottom of the poles. I put it on her clit.

Then, I disconnected her arms, and put them in front of her, over her head, and attached them to the top of the pole. I took off my clothes and stepped over the bar, to stand behind her. I lubed up my dick with saliva. I shoved my dick into her ass, hard. I had the same problem of it not going in all the way, but this time, it felt even tighter with that pole pressing on her pussy walls, too. She screamed, and didn?t stop. It took me a good two minutes of hard humping to get my dick all the way in. I fucked her ass to make sure I could hump it properly. I stopped moving, and she stopped screaming. She was still whispering ?master? in between breaths and sobs.

I flipped the switch on the side of the pole, and she screamed and began shaking. She was rigid, and her ass seemed to be trying to squish my dick, but it felt so good. I barely had to move. I did, if only to hurt her more though. I could fuck her ass, but it was hard to move my dick at all without cuming.. Her scream was silent, now. I don?t want her to suffocate, or something, so I hurriedly fucked her ass. I came deep in her ass. I flipped the switch again, and she caught her breath. Afterward, she screamed some more. I removed my dick. She was slightly bleeding from her ass.

I disconnected one of her arms, and commanded her to finger her ass. She stuck a finger in her ass, and slowly moved it. She was screaming some, but only on the inward thrusts. I told her to go faster, and faster, until her ass was getting fucked at three thrusts per second. I told her to use another finger, and had her build up to the same speed. I did the same with a third, but the blood began coming out of her ass faster. I had her stop, and lick her fingers clean. She simply wailed harder when she saw the blood on her fingers, but she did as commanded. I wheeled the copper rod down, and she screamed, but not much. She was losing her strength. I wheeled the pole down half an inch, and moved her as before. I used the same process coming out as I did going in. It was covered in blood. I?ll have some work tonight if I want her to remain healthy enough to use. I fed her, and took her to her room for the night. I cleaned my equipment. I went back into her room and injected her. She fell unconscious and I went to work. I?ll have to feed her intravenously while I go into work these next four days. That?ll give her time to heal, fortunately.

Why you shouldn?t go home with strangers III

This story contains non-consensual BDSM and extreme pain. If this offends you, do not read it.

I woke up the next morning very hungry. I ate my breakfast slowly, reading the day?s paper. I was more focused on my slave than the type, though. She realizes I will make her hurt whenever I Want, and in whichever manner I want, but I still needed to work on her obedience. Yesterday she was good, but she may not be very obedient today. Maybe yesterday will feel like a dream to her, and her will may have been somewhat restored. Today was vital, though.

I finished my breakfast and cleaned up after myself, then went to check in on her. She was already awake. It looked as though she was awake most of the night, judging from the rings around her eyes. Her bed sheets were wrinkled and untucked. She probably tried to escape during the night. I asked her if she had to go to the bathroom. She shook her head ?yes?, and I saw tears forming in her eyes. I reminded her that she will face dire consequences if she tried anything, and I removed her restraints. I watched her walk into the bathroom, and shook my head ?no? when she moved to shut the door.

She sat down, and I could hear her piss. I?m not into scat or golden showers. It didn?t turn me on, but I enjoyed that she was embarrassed with me watching her. Then, her face got red, and tears began flowing down her cheeks. Her face had her beautiful grimace displayed, but she covered her face and continued. She let out some squeaks, and I heard her finish. She uncovered her face and lightly wiped herself. She grimaced more every wipe. I told her to wipe four more times, hard, after she thought she was done. She began softly crying and her grimace grew, but she did it. That was a good enough test.

When she reentered the room, I gave her phone and a note to her. I commanded her to call her mother, and tell her she eloped to Canada, as on the note. First, though, tell me five times before the real call. She did it. She was shaky the first couple times, but got to sound normal near the end. I told her if she did this well enough I would Reward her with food, and I would not take her into the torture chamber today. She didn?t seem sure about trusting me with that, but she made the call anyway. I could hear her mom ask some question, but I had her tell her mother she met a rich doctor, and that she wouldn?t be able to visit often. Her mother reamed her, but she got her to willingly hang up and accept the story.

She looked at me for instructions. Good, maybe she was already broken. I commanded her to kneel with her legs spread as far as she could get them, hands on her head. She hesitated, so I slapped her and showed her my remote. She immediately did as I said, though she seemed unable to take her eyes from her clit. That?s fine. I wheeled an IV rack over to behind her, and readied the enema. I told her not to move, no matter what happened.

I inserted the plug end into her, and I heard her yelp. She moved, but only as a reflexive action. She immediately repositioned herself. Good. I could hear her lightly crying. I filled her bowels. I may even have slightly over-filled them. I replaced the hose end with a real butt plug. She moved, but I could tell she was honestly trying to keep her position. I told her to get up and follow me. I took her to my kitchen, and told her to make breakfast. She could make whatever she found to make, as she wished.

She did a small dance as though she had to go to the bathroom, and she was holding her gut and her ass with the other hand. She asked if she could go to the bathroom, first. I told her she was not allowed to relieve herself until she was done eating, and that she had to have at least three different foods and one full glass of a drink with it. I placed a plate on the table with three separate sectioned areas. I told her to fill each section, and I gave her a 21 ounce glass. She was lightly crying, but she immediately took off to prepare food. It took her about eight minutes to undercook some scrambled eggs, spam, and mashed potatoes. I laughed at the last dish, but it?s understandable in her rush. She filled the glass with milk, but I shook my head when she moved to put the milk away until she topped off the glass. It took her four minutes to eat and drink it all. I told her to stay there until her plate was clean. She licked it clean in under a minute.

I walked her bouncing form to the bathroom in her bedroom, and told her to make sure nothing came out at she removed the butt plug. There were a few unavoidable drips, and she whimpered the whole time, but she got it out and got on the toilet very quickly regardless. She cried loudly the whole time, but simply whimpered and sat there when she was done. I saw that she had healed nicely from yesterday. The marks were obvious, but had healed much faster than anyone else?s would have. I?m such a miracle worker. I gave her another enema, but I did not force her to hold it very long.

I took her to my living room, and chained one of her feet to a chain in the corner. She could travel throughout the room, but that was it. I ordered her into the kneeling position and to masturbate until she had twelve orgasms. I sat down on my couch to watch. She would not look me in the eyes. She?d avoided it all morning. I commanded her to do so. She must look me in the eyes the whole time. It looked as though the masturbation caused her some pain. It took her almost 40 minutes to orgasm. I sat there for four hours watching her have ten.

It took her two more hours to have another. After that one, she began crying loudly. I told her that it will not stop until she has another orgasm. I could see her cunt was a very bright red, and I could even see some blood getting smeared around. I got up for a closer look. I didn?t want her trying to scrape out my device, after all. She was really trying to orgasm, though. I wasn?t sure she could as she was, but a slave absolutely must obey a command, no matter what it might be. I moved her hand out of the way and slapped her cunt hard six times. She jumped slightly each time, but stayed as she was. She was crying a bit harder. I commanded her to resume her masturbation.

She restarted very slowly. I commanded her to speed up. She did. I could see that her arms were a dark red and developing bruises from all those hours of working. Blood dripped from her cunt. She slowed down from exhaustion, and I commanded her to resume at her previous pace. I told her that if she doesn?t cum once more without slowing down within an hour, I will press the button. She began sobbing, but continued her work.

After ten minutes, though she was still looking me in my eyes, I noticed she had stopped crying and seemed to have a far off look to her. Twenty minutes passed, and she startled me when she screamed and began vibrating. Her hands flew to the floor beneath her and she vibrated and did not stop screaming for possibly half a minute. Blood was quickly dripping from her cunt. The scream took about ten seconds to fade, and she collapsed onto the floor. She had her twelfth orgasm.

I yelled that I did not tell her she could leave her position. She got back into position, though it was obvious she was very weak. No more blood was dripping from her cunt. I walked to her and inspected it. It looked as though she rubbed herself so raw, blood was slowly seeping through the agitated skin on and around her clit. I slapped her cunt six times hard again, and she yelped and jumped each time but stayed in position. She was sobbing freely, now.

I rubbed her clit some with my fore and middle fingers. She cried harder and had to consciously keep her legs form closing, but did not make a move to stop me. I stopped, and inserted the two fingers into her vagina all the way. She screamed, and stayed in position.

?If I rubbed your clit and told you to have an orgasm, what would happen??, I asked her softly.

She got her sobs under control enough to let out an intelligible answer, ?I would *sniff* have another orgasm, *shudder* Master.?.

I began fingering her. Not roughly, but that was hardly necessary at this point. I made sure to get the full length of my fingers inside her and nearly out each thrust, though. ?Who?s cunt is this, whore??, I said into her ear.

?*sob* Yours, Master.?

I removed my fingers from her pussy, and worked them into her ass. Yes, ?worked? was very accurate. It took me a couple minutes to get to the point I was fingering her ass, and that was still difficult. She screamed on every in stroke, and allowed tears to fall on the out strokes. I got it up to in and out once per second.? ?And who?s ass is this??.

?AAAHH!, Y y AAHH! yo yours AAHH! Mas ast AAHH! as ter!? She barely worded.

?What do I do with it, slave??

?H AAHH! H urt I AAHH! I I it AAHH! Mas ter AAHH!?

I doubled the pace at which I was fingering her ass. ?Yes, but what is it that I can use it for??

?AaeeAAHHHeeeAAHH!?, she simply made a broken scream, then seemed to gather her will. ?Anything, Master!?, she said very quickly.

?If I told you to finger your ass until you had an orgasm, what would you do??

She grit her teeth, while tears poured down the sides of her face. She squealed out, ?finger my ass until I had one, Master!?

I stopped fingering her ass and pulled my fingers out. I commanded her to open her mouth. I stuck my fingers in and commanded her to clean them. When she was done, I asked her if she thought it was even possible for her to have an orgasm by fucking her ass with her fingers. ?No, master.? I asked her why she?d try. ?Because I cannot ever refuse you in any way, Master.? She had stopped crying, but she still looked a mess and had a large frown on her face.

I went into an adjacent room and brought out a device about six feet tall. It was two steel poles about six inches apart. Near the top of the smaller pole was a bar and at the bottoms of the poles there was a base that could be set on the ground and was four feet in diameter. One pole was three feet tall, the other twice that. There were some straps along the length of each pole. Each pole was just over two inches wide, and they looked hollow. I made my slave stand on the platform with the shorter pole between her legs. I strapped her elbows, wrists, and neck to the longer pole behind her. I then strapped her thighs, ankles, and just under her knees to the shorter one, to position her pussy right above the hole.

She began to get teary again when I began turning a small wheel about six inches from the top of the shorter pole. After a couple seconds, another, smaller, hollow, two-inch wide metal pole came out of the top of the one between her legs. I continued twisting until it began pushing against her cunt. She squirmed a bit and let loose more tears. I pulled apart her cunt lips, and pulled her inner labia apart in the same manner. I twisted the pole up until the pole began forcing it?s way in her cunt. I pulled her labia apart some more, and it entered her vagina slightly. She began full-out crying.

I had some markings on the pole that I could see while I twisted the wheel. I moved it into her cunt an inch, then rubbed her clit and moved her hips around for about five minutes. She cried and yelped at that. I moved the pole into her another half inch. She screamed. I repeated the rubbing and moving her hips before driving it a half inch deeper. She was wailing and screamed every once in a while, particularly while I was moving the pole deeper. I repeated the half an inch thing until I got seven inches into her. She screamed any time she was moved at all near the end, but I had to move her to assure that she would not be torn too badly. I inserted it dry, after all.

I began rubbing her clit furiously, to which she began screaming. I asked what she would do if I told her to orgasm. She slowly stopped screaming, and cried out ?Cum, Master!? She was crying profusely, but not screaming. She wasn?t moving at all except to cry. I left the room and came back with a small, half inch wide vibrating device. I placed it over her clit. It had a sort of vice like part on the back of it, and I snapped it on her clit. She screamed for another minute or so.

I activated the vibrator. It was very powerful, and I could see it vibrate on this low setting without even looking for it. She cried some more, of course. I left her there to go eat and to take care of some chores that would be hers if I weren?t playing. I was gone for two hours.

She was no longer crying, but she had a grimace on her face. I turned up the vibrator, and her grimace got larger. I turned it up to half power, and I could hear it, I imagine, from anywhere in the house. ?Orgasm, pain toy.?

I turned the vibrator to full power and sat down to watch her. She screamed off and on for about ten minutes, but then started that staring thing she did earlier. I was certain now, she was sort of meditating. She was concentrating on what pleasure she could take from her experience. I found that very fascinating. It took twenty minutes for her to orgasm. I turned off the vibrator and removed it from her.

She began to focus on me once again, and asked what I was going to do now. I said nothing, merely grabbed her by the waist and moved her up and down as far as I could considering her restraints. That wound up being just under an inch. She screamed her head off. I kept doing it for about three minutes before I got bored of it. I looked at the pole, and there was some blood on it where it was in her cunt. I expected that, though. She stopped screaming a couple minutes later, and she was done crying twenty minutes later. I was waiting on the couch. I walked back over to her, and looked at her cunt again.

?Your pussy is stretched very wide. This would hurt even a normal girl to tears, but I tightened your pussy, remember?? She did not respond. Glancing up, I saw her looking at me, and conscious. ?That was a question. You?ll regret not having answered that.? I pressed the button on my control, and she tried to ump right off that pole. She stood still, with a wide eyed look of terror on her face.

After ten seconds, she stopped. She forced herself to control her tears, ?Mast *sniff* er... I went through *sniff* a lot today. *sniff sniff* When will it be over, *sniff* Master??

?It would have been over now if you had only answered me.?, I answered. I turned the only other knob on the shorter pole for a minute or two, then she yelped. There?s a small copper rod in the center of the shorter pole, and the pole holding her cunt in place. It has a barbed copper wire on the end of it. That was getting pushed into her cervix. I pushed it slightly further, and she began screaming some more. I twisted the wheel one more time for safe measure, she screamed and kept screaming for about a minute. She began crying, saying ?master? in between breaths and tears. I pulled a copper alligator clip attached to a wire from the bottom of the poles. I put it on her clit.

Then, I disconnected her arms, and put them in front of her, over her head, and attached them to the top of the pole. I took off my clothes and stepped over the bar, to stand behind her. I lubed up my dick with saliva. I shoved my dick into her ass, hard. I had the same problem of it not going in all the way, but this time, it felt even tighter with that pole pressing on her pussy walls, too. She screamed, and didn?t stop. It took me a good two minutes of hard humping to get my dick all the way in. I fucked her ass to make sure I could hump it properly. I stopped moving, and she stopped screaming. She was still whispering ?master? in between breaths and sobs.

I flipped the switch on the side of the pole, and she screamed and began shaking. She was rigid, and her ass seemed to be trying to squish my dick, but it felt so good. I barely had to move. I did, if only to hurt her more though. I could fuck her ass, but it was hard to move my dick at all without cuming.. Her scream was silent, now. I don?t want her to suffocate, or something, so I hurriedly fucked her ass. I came deep in her ass. I flipped the switch again, and she caught her breath. Afterward, she screamed some more. I removed my dick. She was slightly bleeding from her ass.

I disconnected one of her arms, and commanded her to finger her ass. She stuck a finger in her ass, and slowly moved it. She was screaming some, but only on the inward thrusts. I told her to go faster, and faster, until her ass was getting fucked at three thrusts per second. I told her to use another finger, and had her build up to the same speed. I did the same with a third, but the blood began coming out of her ass faster. I had her stop, and lick her fingers clean. She simply wailed harder when she saw the blood on her fingers, but she did as commanded. I wheeled the copper rod down, and she screamed, but not much. She was losing her strength. I wheeled the pole down half an inch, and moved her as before. I used the same process coming out as I did going in. It was covered in blood. I?ll have some work tonight if I want her to remain healthy enough to use. I fed her, and took her to her room for the night. I cleaned my equipment. I went back into her room and injected her. She fell unconscious and I went to work. I?ll have to feed her intravenously while I go into work these next four days. That?ll give her time to heal, fortunately.

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