Journey II

[tak17]

My mind is crazed with pain. I am gagging and choking on the cock that keeps being thrust all the way down my throat, but most of all, the pain in my pussy is overwhelming! I can feel every vein and ridge of his cock as he continues to slam into me. I have never felt so violated, so humiliated. It is a terrible reality to face that this man is forcing me to engage in the most intimate act two people can share and there is nothing I can do about it.

Sex in my mind has always been for people who love each other. It should be tender and gentle. I hate this man, and he is anything but gentle. I can feel it from him, he feeds on my agony. I know that if he thought for a moment I was enjoying this it would be a complete turnoff for him. Unfortunately for me, and fortunately for me, I am far, far from enjoying this. I cannot even find words to express the pain in my pussy, and he only makes it worse with every brutal stroke. I know the opening and walls of my pussy are raw and bleeding, and I only hope this will end soon.

Suddenly, my wish is granted. He pulls out of me! There is some relief with the pressure gone, although the tears and raw skin are still painful. I hear a noise, kind of a click sound. Before I can even ponder what it might be, Spray enters me again. Actually the word "enter" does not do justice to his act. He savagely rams his huge cock back into me, all the way. This man literally uses his cock as a weapon. It's as if he is trying to kill me with it.

All the while I am still gagging on Moth's cock in my throat so I still can't really scream, although Moth seems to appreciate my efforts. Without warning I hear a ping and pain explodes anew in my ass. Apparently Spray is hitting the butt plug with something. I hear him moan as he thrusts and hits the plug again. My muscles spasms from the pain are probably adding sensation to his cock. He continues to thrust and tap, thrust and tap. I am fairly certain that no more agony than this exists.

Spray apparently gets a bit bored, as he pulls out and asks Moth to do the same thing. Having a voice, at least temporarily I begin to babble and plead for them to let me go. I see Moth smile, they must have some type of signal because simultaneously Moth pinches and twists my nipples forcefully, as Spray pinches and twists my clit. As agony explodes on both ends of my body, I am unable to even scream it hurts so bad. They continue pinching, twisting, pulling as I wail in agony. These men live for my pain. I swear that I see Moth's cock grow even more as he hears my anguished screams. Spray decides to finger me a bit while he tortures my clit. His nails are ragged and scratch me inside my raw pussy. Finally satisfied, he stands up and tells Moth to, "carry on". Moth's cock pushed down my throat, and an instant later Spray slams brutally into me again, only this time it's much worse. Each thrust aggravates my sore tortured clit. I wonder how long these men have been doing this. They seem to know many ways to hurt a woman.

[Sprayman]

Julie is closer to breaking now.  When Moth and I pull our cocks out of her body to torment her with our hands, she babbles incoherently about letting her go.  I don't believe she's truly broken yet, but she is much closer to that point!  Moth is also getting close to the point of no return, although in his case it's from pleasure and not from pain! He is breathing in great heaving gasps, and is pounding Julie's face like a trip hammer!

“Moth my friend, why don't you go ahead and take your pleasure now.  I’m old and slow, and nowhere near my climax yet.  Once you've had your cum, I have a little project for you.  I've decided on our next game for Julie after this one is over.  I think the next game we play will be a children's favorite. It’s called ‘Pin the tail on the donkey’!  Except we’ll call our game ‘Pin the tail on Julie’!”

I can see that Moth is very close, and I don't want to distract him anymore, so I stop talking, while he has his climax!  I continue slamming into Julie's pussy, as Moth makes one final thrust, and buries his cock to the base in Julie's mouth!  He groans and spasms as he cums deep in her throat!  After a few seconds, he takes his cock out of her mouth, and wipes it dry in her hair!  Then tucking his cock away, he looks at me and says, “Now what's this about a new game?”

“If you will look in cabinet number three on the bottom shelf, you'll find a white plastic container.  Inside are about three dozen craft pins, the large ones about 3 inches long with a ‘T’ head.  Several months ago, I had one of the slaves decorate them with bits of ribbon and yarn!  They're quite attractive!  I thought perhaps we could use them on Julie's ass!  And possibly her tits as well!”

“Since you’re finished using Julie's mouth, for now, why don't you remove the ring gag so I can ask her a question?” Moth smiles and does as I request, while I continued slamming my cock into her bleeding pussy!  I feel the tightness as my balls begin to draw up, and my climax nears!  As I get closer and closer, my breathing becomes harsh and ragged, making it hard to speak!

“So Julie… my question is this…! Have you ever… thought about having… your nipples pierced…?”

[Sprayman]

OOC

alexiew/Candy has left the thread due to personal commitments. Tak17/Julie is on hold, also due to personal commitments, but is expected to return to the thread at some point.

For now, Candy is going to be the main female character with Shadowz taking over from alexiew. Julie will be 'put in a cage' for storage until Tak returns to the thread.

Shadowz, welcome to the thread. I hope you enjoy it.

IC

[Sprayman]

Feeling my cock start to twitch deep inside Julie’s body, I let my climax overtake me as I slam into her cunt as hard as I can. One more hard thrust and my hot cum squirts directly into her cervix, relieving the pressure in my balls. Slowly my cock starts to soften.

“Julie, I hope that was as good for you as it was for me. Moth lets get her into a cage so she can recover from our little game. I’ll leave the butt plug in place so she doesn’t think we’ve forgotten her while she rests. She can also think about how much fun the next game will be!”

Moth and I release Julie’s restraints and both of us move her to one of the cages along the wall, leaving her hands still cuffed to the belt around her waist. I don’t expect much of a fight from her and she goes into the cage without any problems. She won’t be able to remove the plug unless it’s deflated first and Julie doesn’t know how to do that.

“Well Moth, before we take Candy out of her cage, lets discuss what we want to do with her and where we should put her. Since you already have the craft pins out, I vote for decorating those cute little tits with a few of them but I’m open to suggestions.”

“I’ll consider anything… as long as it’s painful…!”

[Shadowz]

A softly focused whirling pool of colour swims through my mind, filled with an ever changing abstract imagery of depravity and decadence as I try and focus against the tide of blackness that threatens to sweep across my sanity like the relentless wash of the oceans.  My consciousness had begun to haze, barely maintaining its grip either side of awareness and in doing so my senses slipped as it deemed to sweep more of the grains of understanding into the endless grip of unconsciousness.  My memories are filled with the half snatched imagery of their joyful sadism, something that perhaps I could convince myself was just some creation of my battered mind, were it not for the fact that these fell memories were backed up by a fiery pain that coursed across my flesh at their hand.

I awoke from my exhaustion with a gasp, my breathing hard and heavy as my lungs fought against the crushing pain that clamped across my chest.  Every slight movement of my body against the confines of the cage brings with it a stab of pain, shrouded in the memory of its inception.  My breasts still feel the lingering touch of the cattle prod, the twin points that dug against my soft yielding meat and the arc of electricity that speared through the soft flesh.  The scything pain that followed as it felt like the very meat was being torn from my chest, each breath since that had been painful to take, each rise and fall of my chest home to its own intimate and lingering torments, and now, with its lingering memory still etched upon my flesh, my breasts felt as though I had lain down upon a bed of nails, my tender orbs tingled still with countless pinpricks of agony.

My rump still feeling the effects of the insidious lick of his whip as the memories of it dancing across my flesh at his expert hand.  Not that it was something I appreciated, his mastery of the whip was oblivious to me, all I knew was the relentless sear of its leather bound kiss as it flayed across my skin, turning the innocence of my body into a relief map of reddened wheals and split flesh.

My head had been reeling at that point, my body given over to the unremitting ordeal.   A cramp begins to burn through my legs but as I try and shift and relieve the pressure it pulls against my crotch and tugs at the rawness between my legs from the rough bite of the wood as it ground hard against my most sensitive flesh.  My delicate folds still feel the kiss of fire that speared my body as the current coursed through my body, shredded my mind and broke me down in the face of his dark desires, my ankle still feels the heat from its passing and the bite of the manacle has rubbed a raw cleft into my flesh. 

This memory, above all, burns deepest into my mind.  Those seconds that ticked by so slowly, they seemed to transcend all know physics of time and stretch into perpetuity as my body was thrust into the unforgiving fire of its touch.  Leaving me breathless and in the grip of a new suffering in its wake, It had felt as though my whole body had been consumed by the most intense conflagration as its sensation sheared through every sensitive nerve ending of my body.  I sob dryly at the harshness of my memories, each stilted and tortured breath I take is redolent with the stale tang of sweat and vomit.

Then I am jolted from the pained existence that cloaks me by the sound of movement and I can feel the pull of dried tears against my skin as I raise my head towards the sounds, through weary red eyes I watch them.  Watching as they push another girl, still shackled about her waist, into a cage like mine… my heart reaches out to her, battered and broken at their caprice , bloodied and abused at the sadistic whims of our captors.  It was then that the grim reality hits me, that now they have slaked their brutal needs both against and within her innocent body, their attention now reverts to me… and for a moment, a single split second in time, I hate her for it.  I hate her because the respite, such as it was within the cold steel embrace of this cage and the even colder grasp of torture’s sinister remembrance is over.  It is insane of course, I shouldn’t hate her for it, and in truth I do not, I know she has no more a hand in her own fate than I do in mine, but in my heart is reawakened the fear only this time, now backed with the agony and the memories it seems even harder to bear.

I watch as their collective gaze turns towards me, that depraved flicker still flares in their eyes.  Then I hear him speak, the one who had taken so much delight from the sight of my body wracked with pain, the one whose whip had seared through my flesh. The moment I hear those words pass his lips my whole body shudders in dread anticipation and I glance down for a moment at my breasts, already marked with their avarice.  I blink hard against the emotive turmoil that grips my heart once more and feel the renewed pooling of wetness against the corner of my eyes as tears spill from me, coursing down the tracks already so well marked by the misery from the first time.  It is futile, I know, to push myself as hard as I can against the back of the cage, for I know this will not save me as I watch my captor advance, his eyes glistening with the thoughts of new and more brutal expressions of torture.

I cannot halt the soft whimper that parts my lips as he closes in on me…

“Please…” my voice cracked from the pain in my heart and the defilement of my flesh, my hand raises, my fingers outstretched in a pleading gesture.  “Don’t do this…”  My voice sounds weak and cracked with fear, but I know enough to know that my fate has already been sealed.

[Sprayman]

With Julie tucked safely into her cage, Moth and I are free to turn our attention back to Candy. Moth points out that it is getting late and we will need to think about going to our respective beds soon. He has work that he must attend to in the morning and a schedule that he must meet for his employer, while I am a gentleman of leisure now and have only myself to satisfy. Both of us have sated our physical desires in Julie’s lovely body so that need no longer drives us. Moth being the younger man could rise to the occasion, I’m sure, and even I could as well if given another hour or so, but there is no pressing need.

The ladies aren’t going anywhere!

Julie is a lovely woman and raping her was a delight. The pain she suffered made it an exquisite event for both Moth and I, magnifying our pleasure many times over the simple act of sex alone! Moth and I agree that the basic act of procreation offers little satisfaction when the female isn’t screaming! Candy has had a good long rest due to the unexpected arrival of Quixote and his prize. The pain of the horse earlier has worn off, I’m sure, and the two puny lashes from my whip are trifling at best. We need to inflict some discomfort to tide her through the first night of her slavery!

After a short discussion while standing and admiring both of our captives as they huddle in their cages, Moth and I agree that the craft pins he got out will be an excellent way to render Candy less comfortable while being quick and easy for us. Moth still has to drive home before he can rest tonight. My bed is only a few yards away. As I move toward Candy’s cage and Moth readies the St Andrews cross for her, she extends a hand toward me and pleads for mercy.

“Come now Candy, You’ve had a good long rest while we played with Julie. You will be pleased to know that Moth and I agreed that there isn’t time to rape you properly tonight. He is a working man and needs his rest. All I’m going to do is tidy you up a bit and make you pretty before leaving you for some rest in my own bed. All young ladies like jewelry, don’t they? What we have planned is something like jewelry. I believe its called body jewelry or some such thing.”

Opening the cage, I reach in and grasp a handful of Candy’s long blond hair, using it as a handle to drag her out of the cage. Candy only weighs about seven stone and pulls easily out of the cage. Pulling her to the cross, I buckle an arm and leg to the cross beams with Moth doing the same on her other side. Candy is no martial artist like Julie and is cramped and stiff from her hours in the small cage. Her attempts at token resistance are almost unnoticed by us as we buckle her into position with her back against the cross.

“Here’s the thing Candy. You have nice tits, very perky with attractive little pink nipples. Moth and I think that with just a tiny bit of attention, they could be spectacular. Absolutely world class tits if we provide a little color! And we have just the thing to add that color.” I hold up in front of her face one of the three inch long ‘T’ headed craft pins with a piece of red yarn tied to the head.

“A dozen or so of these, stuck all over your tits will add just the color they need…!”

[Latent Slave]

OCC - The original Candy is back! (seems like her IQ grew briefly while she rested! lol)

[Latent Slave]

I'm completely exhausted, still wet from the hose, and sooo cold. All my energy has gone into shivering. I don't have any strength left to struggle as they remove me from the cage.

My hair is damp and some stray strands stick to my face. I can taste my own hairspray mixed with blood from my dry lips. My eye make-up runs in streaks down my face.

When they show me what's next, all I can do is cry.

"P... please. Please don't. I'll do whatever you want... please don't hurt me anymore"

I search the room for a pair of kind eyes, sympathy, anything. I sob uncontrollably when all I can find are cold stares and evil grins. I close my eyes, hang my head and taste my own tears now. "P..please Masters, please?"

[Sprayman]

OOC

Welcome back 'Candy'- this is going to be fun!

[Sprayman]

IC

“Now Candy, there’s no reason to cry… at least not yet. I’m not going to push these all the way into your tits, just far enough so they won’t fall out. It may sting a little, but the pins are clean, so there’s not much chance of infection. Of course, if you’re worried about nasty germs, I’m sure that Moth would be happy to sterilize them. We have a propane torch that will burn all those nasty little buggers right up. It will get the pins pretty hot and may increase the sting a bit, but you won’t have a care about germs.”

“Would you like me to ask him to do that for you…?”

The look on Candy’s pretty face, as I mention heating the pins can only be described as abject terror. She hasn’t said anything yet, but her head is turning from side to side like a blond watching a tennis match. If she shakes it any harder, she may injure her neck…!

[Latent Slave]

"No, please! Don't heat them," I plead.

I thought I was going to be raped. Rape I can handle, but these men are torturing me. What could they possibly get out of this? Why are they so mean?
I think back to my neighbour's son Terry. He had a hampster that he tortured for hours in the back yard until it finally died. He made me and my sister watch the whole thing. My mom said he was "sadistic."

OMG. They're going to torture me to death. I don't want to die! I'm the most popular girl in school. Everyone would miss me.

At this point, that cage is looking really comfortable. I look over at it, wishing I was inside...

[Sprayman]

“Well, as long as you aren’t worried about germs, I suppose we can skip heating them. It’s probably for the best anyway, since Moth needs to leave soon. We’ll heat them up another time then.”

“Now Candy, let’s discuss decorating your tits. I’m inclined to randomly select pins from the bowl and sticking them in willy-nilly. However, if you prefer a specific color or some sort of pattern, I’ll be happy to listen. I can’t promise to follow your suggestions, but I’ll hear you out”

“On the other hand, if you have no preference, I’ll just begin at random…!”

Candy looks sick as I talk about putting the pins in her tits. She’s sobbing almost hysterically and all the color has drained out of her face. Taking my time to begin and delaying actual pain is causing her more anguish than the prick of the pins. Anticipation of pain is often worse that the pain itself. Her tears and begging are pure joy to me.

“Now then, which one do you want me to start with Candy? The right… or the left…?”

[Latent Slave]

I can't believe he's letting me make input on my own torture. Giving me a choice makes me feel like I'm doing this willingly! My choice is no pins at all! But, I know that's not going to fly with this crazed sadistic. I don't care about fucking color - they'll all hurt the same. Pattern? Are you kidding me? I shoot for the lowest common denominator....

"One pin each?" and I give him the biggest pouty face like a 6-year-old girl in pigtails whose icecream just fell to the ground, "please?"

[Sprayman]

“Oh my Candy… just one each… why that isn’t even worth the trouble.”

I see a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes as I say that. I think I’ll just go along and let her think I’m giving up, so I turn away and set the bowl of pins down nearby. At the same time, I catch Moth’s attention, and give him a conspiratorial wink and mouth “Watch this” at him. Then I turn back to Candy.

“Just one pin per tit isn’t any kind of decoration. I was hoping to brighten them up with at least a half dozen each. Moth, what did you have in mind?”

With an evil chuckle he replies, “I was considering a baker’s dozen each, Spray. You know thirteen’s my lucky number.”

“Well, there is that. But Moth, Candy isn’t… well… let’s just say that she has a… petite bosom. Thirteen might look a little… cluttered, don’t you think?”

Moth looks thoughtful as he stares at Candy’s tits and says, “Well…”

“Never mind, I’ll let Candy decide. Now Candy, what’s it to be. Moth and his baker’s dozen in each tit… or your one per tit. However, before you choose, I have to explain that if you pick the one, I’m going to push it into your pretty little nipple… straight in… very slowly… as deep as it will go… and these pins are three inches long!”

“Will it be one… or thirteen…?”

[Latent Slave]

OOC - God I love mind games, manipulation, deception. Setting the bowl down and giving Candy a glimmer of hope gets me sooo excited!