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Beverly had no way of knowing how long she was left alone in that dungeon. It could have been a few minutes or a few hours. She was half out of her mind with need when Mistress Payne suddenly and unexplainably pulled away from eating her pussy and left without a word. Mistress had been making a meal of her juicy pussy, eating her like she’d never experienced before in her life. And Beverly was very near what could’ve been the greatest orgasm of her life. But now she was alone in the cold, semi-dark dungeon for God only knows how long. Mistress never said when, or even if, she would return.
Beverly had recovered from her near orgasm and was still bound with her arms over her head. Her shoulders ached terribly from being in this position for so long, not to mention the thrashing around she had done when Mistress was tormenting her. she was very thirsty and hungry as well, haven’t not eaten since last night. Was it last night or was this still only the first night? She didn’t know – with no windows she had no way of measuring time.
Finally she heard the door creak open and she looked as another woman came in the dungeon and walked up to her. She didn’t say a word, she just went to the winch and turned it on lowering Beverly’s aching arms from the hook. Beverly whimpered in pain as her arms were free to move around again working the stiffness out of muscles that had been stationary for too long. The woman, about the same size as Beverly but younger, came over and took her wrists unlocking the cuffs and then taking her by the arm and pulling her from the dungeon.
“Where are we going? Who are you? Where is Mistress Payne?” Beverly asked. But the woman remained silent. She led Beverly back down the hall to her room – the same room she woke up from when she had been taken from Mr. Davis building. Once there she was taken to her bed and the girl picked up the ankle shackle and chain to put it back on Beverly.
“Please no ... don’t please!” Beverly pleaded. But the girl was there to do a job and wasn’t about to let Beverly stop her. She locked the shackle around her ankle again, jerking on it a little to make sure it was secure. Then she turned to leave.
“Wait, please! Can I get some water or food? I am so hungry and thirsty!” Beverly asked. The girl turned when Beverly was speaking and gave her a little, almost imperceptible, smile then turned to scurry off, shutting and locking the door as she left. Beverly hoped that the girl would return with some food and water, that the little smile she thought she saw was a sign of sympathy and compassion.
A few minutes later, the young girl returned with a tray of food and a couple bottles of water. She brought it to the bed where Beverly sat and set it down beside her. Then she crossed the small room and sat on the floor to wait until she was done eating.
“What is your name?” Beverly asked. But the girl remained as detached and secretive as ever. So unable to get her to open up even a crack, Beverly finished her food and water at which time the girl got up, took the tray and empty water bottles away, locking the door once more as she left. Beverly still didn’t know what time it was, but she was tired both from not sleeping and from the exertion. So with nothing else to do, she went to sleep. She would deal with what was to come as it happened.
Beverly didn’t know how long she had been asleep, or what time or even what day it was. All she knew was that she had been dead asleep when suddenly the lights in the room came on and she heard the Mistress voice over a loudspeaker high on the ceiling in her room. She hadn’t noticed it before now and it scared the hell out of her when Mistress came on suddenly telling her it was time to get up.
Beverly sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and trying to get her eyes used to the sudden bright light. She moved her shoulders around, still a bit stiff from yesterday’s ordeal and waited for someone to come and release her ankle shackle.
Presently, the girl who had brought her food yesterday arrived again with some breakfast for her. At least she thought of it as breakfast – she still had no idea what time it was, if it was day or night, or what day it might be. She did know she was hungry and she ate the food quickly finishing everything. Then, as before, the girl whisked it all away leaving her alone once more.
The girl returned, however a few minutes later. Moving without speaking once again, she unlocked Beverly’s ankle shackle and took Beverly back to the dungeon. However, this time she waited there with Beverly until Mistress Payne showed up. The girl instantly dropped to her knees when the Mistress entered the room, placing her face to the floor and her arms straight out in front of her as if bowing. Beverly thought it rather curious behavior, but she remained seated where she was.
“Good morning, precious. I trust you slept well. We have a lot to do today so I hope you are ready to work!” Mistress Payne said. She walked over to another piece of apparatus, this one was the Saint Andrews cross – basically a large wooden X with straps at the four ends and one in the center. She placed Beverly on the cross and buckled her arms and legs in place with the center waist strap the final binding to hold her in place. Once secured, Mistress Payne checked all the buckles again.
“Now then, yesterday if you remember, I asked you three questions ... questions which you refused to answer, even though I was nice and pleasured you. I still need the answers to those questions, my little pet. By the end of today I will have them, and it is up to you how I go about getting what I want. I like to think I am a reasonable woman, so I will give you the benefit of the doubt and start off nicely. However, if nice doesn’t work to get me what I want, then things will, by necessity, become much more difficult and unpleasant for you. I do hope we don’t have to go that far. I enjoy seeing you happy.
A sudden chill ran through Beverly when the Mistress finished her words, as if she sensed that this woman meant what she said and wasn’t above hurting her to get what she wanted. Still Beverly was no pushover either and she had been threatened with worse before. It would be a battle of wills to see who won this contest!
“This is Becky, one of my other girls. You have probably been wondering who she is. She has been instructed not to speak to you, an order I may rescind should you show yourself cooperative today. Becky has been with me for a couple years now and is very well behaved – aren’t you, my treasure?” Mistress Payne said as she stroked the young girl’s hair. The girl cuddled up against her Mistress like a pet kitten and Beverly thought she could even hear her purring. It was clear that they had established a clear understanding and relationship. At least Beverly knew Mistress was capable of compassion.
“Becky is here today because I am going to use her to help me convince you to open up to me. She has a particular skill set that I think may just be useful in our work today,” the Mistress said. She brought the girl over to kneel in front of Beverly and wait to be called upon.
“Now then, let’s start off with a simple one. What is your name, precious?” Mistress Payne asked.
“Mistress please, please don’t...” Beverly said.
“Becky, if you please,” Mistress said. Becky crawled forward and placed her face directly on Beverly’s pussy shoving her tongue into her slit and began showing Beverly that ‘skill set” that Mistress Payne told her about! Becky was an excellent pussy pleaser and it only took a few moment before Beverly was squirming and wriggling in her bonds.
“OhhhGAWD!” Beverly moaned as Becky’s tongue went to work on her. Becky was every bit as good at pleasing a pussy as Mistress said she was, and Beverly’s lust fires were once again fanned into a raging fire. The young girl ate Beverly’s pussy until Mistress saw that Beverly was really getting into it, pushing her hips forward and moaning, her eyes closed and her head tilted back. Just as Beverly was thoroughly enjoying herself, Mistress pulled Becky back by the leash attached to her collar.
“Ohhh...” Beverly whimpered in frustration. She shook her bonds. She was left unfulfilled last night and was now being teased once more.
“Shall we try again? What is your name?” Mistress asked.
“I-I can’t!” Beverly said.
“Becky,” Mistress said. Becky went back to eating the bound woman’s pussy and immediately Beverly began moaning and writhing under the young girls very talented tongue. This time though Becky added another trick from her bag ... she shoved a couple fingers into Beverly’s dripping pussy, finger fucking her while she licked and sucked her swollen aching clit. Beverly was completely unprepared for this new wrinkle and she squealed as the fingers slid wetly into her finding her g-spot immediately and massaging the spongy sensitive pad.
“OhmyGAWD! Oh yes right there! Oh shit! ohhh God that feels so good baby! Oh yes, Yes!” Beverly was beside herself. She had never felt anything so wonderful. She didn’t want this girl to ever stop! But once again just as Beverly began to feel herself slipping away into utter blissfulness, Mistress Payne called Becky back.
“Ohh, PLEEEASE! Please Mistress, I need to cum!” Beverly protested shaking her bonds for emphasis. This was all becoming too much!
“What ... is ... your ... name?” Mistress Payne asked again.
Beverly only sobbed now. She knew she couldn’t give the Mistress what she wanted, but she also couldn’t put up with this sexual torment much longer either. Beverly was so incredibly horny and needed release so bad she was nearly out of her mind. Mistress Payne let her cry for a couple minutes so she would realize just how broken she was before calling Becky back into play.
“FUUCCCKKK!” Beverly squealed, “Ohhh God Becky! Oh fuck me! Lick my slutty pussy baby! Yes! Oh fuck yes!” Becky introduced the same two fingers inside her pussy finger fucking her, but to ramp things up one more level, she used her other hand to shove her middle finger into Beverly’s tight crinkled asshole. Beverly had never had anything in her ass before and Becky’s finger felt incredible. Beverly was totally overcome.
“Mistress, Please! Please I beg you, please let me cum! Please I ... I can’t stand this anymore! Pleease!” she cried.
“Your NAME!” Mistress Payne demanded. She was getting tired of this game and her tone was changing. She had things to do and couldn’t be wasting time on this insolent trespasser. She was hired to get information from this woman and she was damn well going to get it!
Somehow Beverly maintained just enough of her mind to recognize the Mistress’s change and she kept her silence. Mistress Payne pulled Becky away for the last time just as Beverly was cresting – leaving her still unsatisfied and frustrated. Beverly hung on the St Andrews cross, panting and covered in a sheen of sweat, her deprived pussy leaking its fluid to the cold cement floor.
Mistress Payne dismissed Becky to go about her other duties. Once Becky left the room, Mistress Payne turned back to Beverly. But a different Mistress approached the bound Beverly now. Gone was the pleasant, gentle, and almost affectionate Mistress she had seen so far. The woman that stood in front of her now was harsh cruel and no-nonsense. She had an air about her that told Beverly she was in real trouble now!
“Okay missy, I have tried to be nice and I have tried to be helpful. But you insist on being contrary and fighting me at every turn. All right then, let’s fight!” Mistress Payne growled, “They do not call me Mistress Payne because I am the sweet, gentle, grandmotherly type. You are about to see where my name came from!”
Mistress Payne’s words turned Beverly’s blood cold. She could almost feel the room temperature drop as the Mistress spoke. Mistress Payne walked to the closet once again and gathered a few items that she brought back to the small table. But unlike yesterday, the items that the Mistress brought to the table this time were not for Beverly’s pleasure. Not at all.
“Since you have been so tight-lipped about answering my questions, let’s see if this will loosen that tongue of yours some!” Mistress hissed as she showed Beverly the wicked device in her hand – it was a three foot long leather whip with a large black dildo for a handle!
“What is THAT?” Beverly said, the panic making her voice crack.
“My friend here is an old favorite of mine. I like to think it can fuck you or fuck you up!” she said, grinning evilly. “The whip on this toy can cause even the most stubborn slut to sing like a canary while the dildo end can make her moan with equal ease and enthusiasm.”
“W-what are you going to do to me?”
“Why I’m going to whip you, my dear! I will start by whipping those delicious looking tits. You have shown me how sensitive they are ... now I want to see how sturdy they are!” Mistress said as she dug her long red-nailed fingers into the soft, creamy flesh. She loved how pliable the woman’s full tits felt as she squeezed and molded the firm soft meat, her fingers plucking and tugging on their hardening nipples.
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