A WILLING VICTIM PART III

By Succubus


I walk into the old run-down warehouse, my high heels clicking against the cement floors. I was told to meet him here, and so I am dressed accordingly: simple black dress, heavy make-up, heels and stockings. The door swings shut behind me, closing out the light from outside, leaving me in complete darkness. I feel the wall for a light switch, calling out, "Hello?  James?"

Suddenly I am grabbed from behind, arms locking about my arms and waist, lifting me off my feet. I kick and yell, but a gag is shoved into my mouth, muffling my cries, while someone ties my feet together. I am still fighting and struggling, as much as I am able, when I hear a voice call out to me, "Be still whore."

My dress is cut up one side and pulled off, my hands bound over my head and held there. Placing a blindfold over my eyes, they set me on the floor, turning on a light. I can hear them walking around me, circling. A boot gently rubs against me--up my side, against my cheek. I squirm, struggling against the ropes, trying to crawl off. One man stands on my hair to keep me in place. They call me names, deriding me, telling me how they will use and abuse me, laughing.

Hot wax drips down on my skin; the burning makes me jump. I cry into the gag, my body twisting. More laughter erupts. "You like that, you little cunt, don't you?" one of them says, as more wax drips on my tender belly. I squirm, writhing on the floor at their feet, and more wax burns into me. The pain is changing however, becoming soothing, not startling; my cries are quickly changing to moans. A couple slaps to my breasts, and my hair is released. I don't even attempt escape.

I am still pulling at my bonds, but it is to feel the ropes, to feel more helpless, more passion. My nipples are imprisoned in clamps, the sharp teeth grabbing them sharply. A hand tugs on them, and my hips grind appreciatively in response, my body warming. While one continues to tug on the clamps, another lashes out at my hips, thighs, and belly.

"She liked the wax so much, she's bound to love this," a nearby voice declares--and they are right. I moan as the lash descends again and again, the leather biting into my flesh in fiery strips. A hand reaches out, pinching my clit, squeezing it between finger and thumb.  I feel it swell; my hips rise off the cement.

My ankles are loosed, and I am lifted into a standing position, my hands re-tied behind my back. My tormentor with the clamps resumes his tugging, and I stumble forward slightly, trying to keep a little slack in the chain.

I move forward and sideways, this way and that, according to which direction he pulls me, tugging at the clamps painfully. The lash strikes out at my thigh, and I gasp, the sharp pain making me jump, pulling the clamps viciously when I do. I try to move away from the lash, but am caught by the clamps pulling me in the opposite direction. I am stumbling about, disoriented, the laughter echoing in the huge empty space.

The man with the leash removes the clamps, and then steps back, as a rush of pain and blood hits my nipples. I twist, trying to soothe them, but unable to, bound as I am. Both men then begin to whip me, the lashes stinging, striking out at me from all directions. I jump and spin, but all to no avail. They circle me as I stand defenseless.

"On your knees, whore" a voice calls out to me, and I obey. My gag is removed. Grabbing my hair, one of the men pushes my face onto his cock, shoving it deep into my throat. I suck for all I'm worth, trying to convey my gratitude and appreciation for my treatment thus far.

A finger slides into my pussy, and I gasp, the sudden violation welcome. He slaps at my ass, matching the rhythm of his finger with the slaps. Groaning, I feel my mouth fill with cum, the cock spurting into my throat, and I swallow quickly, to keep from choking on his copious flow, savoring every drop.

I murmur "thank you," like I had been trained to do.  I am pulled back into a standing position, my legs spread wide apart. Crawling between my legs, one man lies beneath me, while the other slowly lowers me on to his stiff and waiting cock.

I impale myself on it, deliriously happy. The nipple clamps are replaced, and the other man pulls the leash up and down, in no possible rhythm, forcing me to slide up and down on this cock with each tug. After toying with me for some time, he removes the clamps again.  My pussy squeezes and grows wetter from the rush of pain.

As I twist and moan, he pushes me forward, shoving my face against the man's chest that I am riding. I feel as a cock slides into my ass--impossibly thick, it feels as though it rips me. I cry out, but my face is shoved harder into the chest, muffling my cries, as he slides his cock deeper into my ass.  The man beneath me moans, and I can feel his voice vibrating inside of his chest.

I feel stuffed full of cock, insane, from the sensations of these twins madly pumping into me, sliding back and forth against each other, separated only by the thinnest piece of flesh. I imagine what this must look like, and that is the final straw--I start to cum, my body pulsing with orgasm. Each wave makes me contract, my ass and pussy milking at the cocks, forcing their own release.

The man fucking my ass cries out, then pulls away, grabbing up my hair, and I feel floods of hot come splash over my face. The cock inside of me still swells, twitching slightly, and I feel more cum filling my pussy, echoing the pleasure.

They roll me over, dumping me back onto the floor.  I hear the men depart, as I still lie naked and cold, shaking from my pleasure, on the hard cement floor. A few moments later, I hear the clicking of footsteps, and my blindfold is removed, revealing the smiling face of my Master.