Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
67. It's The End of the World
Lovely's body shuddered with each blow, each sensuous thud pushed her
closer and closer to yielding the will that had brought her in first
in the race against a trained pony girl. LAGuardian watched her face,
her body, as they slowly opened to him, revealing the soft, hungry
slave within to his thirsty eyes. Not a sound was heard in the room,
save for the ever changing music, each melody building upon the last.
As the slaves body rose and fell with the flame, he pulled a triple
clamp from his pocket, and before the girl could even utter a protest,
clamped her clit, leading the chains up her sides to her nipples. The
intensity of the clovers pinching off her flesh backed her down a
couple of steps, but again the flame met her back, teasing her flesh
until all to soon she was mindlessly grinding the clover clamp into
the bed, tormenting her own clit and nipples, sooooo close to Cumming,
but blocked. She never heard him reach for the dressage whip, as he
followed the last blow of the flame with the sharp snap of the whip.
Pain lanced through her flesh, raced along the firing nerves and
escaped her mouth in a low call of pain. So smoothly had the
transition gone, that her body accepted the pain, fed on it and
welcomed it. Each flick of his wrist laid a welted line behind it,
marking her body and soul deeply. Each snap laid the lines down her
back, across her ass. A flick here and her back rose in livid red, a
snap there, and the tanned smooth flesh of her thighs burst in red bas
relief. Ever faster, her clit gouged the clamp into the bed, her body
rising and falling in rhythm to the whips bite. Again he watched for
the signs of her imminent orgasm, seeing the petals of her mons flower
open, wet and swollen, her face take on that wondrous look of urgency,
and changed weapons, picking up a crop and laying its tang into the
very heart of her sex. Lovely nearly launched from the bed despite the
chains. Each blow fell precisely, ripping across anus and clit, nearly
snapping the clover clamp from her clit. A keen of pure agony ripped
from her throat as her core explored in knotted pain. LAGuardian,
closed his eyes for just a second, allowing the song of pain to blend
with the music, drinking it in, savoring it, then opened them to lay
the crop across her ass, down her thighs, landing blows across every
inch of her back to her feet , the tenderest of arched soles and back
again to her agonized cunt. Nothing in reach escaped the crops touch
of pain, not breast, arms, back, nothing..and lovely writhed in agony,
her mons racing, trying to anticipate the next fall of the crop, the
next point of pain, and failing, accepted it. He watched as she
stopped fighting the bonds, stopped anticipating and taking the pain,
but began to accept and give it back to him. Watched as tears sprang
unbidden to her eyes, her body yielding the control of itself to him,
her mind, trembling on the edge of sub-space. and knew...once she had
tasted it, once she had entered it as his bidding, she would be his
fully. Again his arm fell, the crop a metronome of pain, lancing,
biting deep into her cunt, again the clover clamps ate into her flesh
pressed against the bed, and deeper her mind fell, seduced by the raw
sensations, yielding all that it was to him, until with a final
blow..she fell..her mind lost in the pure world of pain and pleasure
combined, and her soul opened to him for his feasting. With a groan,
he dropped the crop and entered his slaves' flesh.....HIS slave.
Slowly Karen came around, a sense of suffocation bringing her awake
with a start. she could taste the waste that her Master had deposited
in her mouth and was happy that she had neither swallowed nor choked
on it, when she passed out. Tom petted the slave and allowed her to
deposit it in the bowl that had held the paste... He continued to hold
her head as her stomach rebelled from the night and days tribulations.
Flushed with shame, Karen lay weakly in his lap as her Mistress
approached. She knew...just knew that she had failed them, that her
flesh had been too weak even though her mind and soul were willing.
Trembling with fear she was startled at her Mistress' gentle touch and
the care with which she turned the slave over to check her. "You have
tried so hard....such a good slave...so good." Mary's fingers traced
the brand still livid on the girls chest... "you are everything we
have ever wanted." Karen's mind crawled over each test each torment
she had been put through, and the rewards she had received for it. Oh
not monetary like she would have received at work...god how strange
that word seemed to her now...another life she vaguely
remembered..going through each day like a zombi..hungry for things she
did not understand...each day the same. But instead, praise, strokes
that told her she was valued, words that made her shiver in their
intensity, orgasms that were beyond anything she had ever known. Yes
there were trade-offs, she had been branded, fisted, fed a diet of dog
food and piss, been made to debase herself in every way from fucking
animals to multiple men, she would never marry, never have children...
but for some reason that no longer mattered...only pleasing them did.
Her slavery would never be easy..not to them...she knew that... Karen
looked up at her owners, avoiding their faces but still seeking some
vision of them...she was surprised to know how contented she really
way...how loved she felt and smiled. Mary and Tom wrapped themselves
around the slave...they would never tell her..but she made their lives
complete.
Mercie sat in the opulent hotel room and watched as Duggan made a
series of phone calls. first had come the transfer of the balance of
her slave price...then several calls back and forth to England. Duggan
moved her to the bathroom to wait as something was delivered to the
room. Mercie did not know what was happening, she could hear several
voices in the outer room, but try as she might she could not hear
through the thick door. Duggan's' room was one of the best in the
hotel and the hotel itself the best in the city. The room was designed
so that the guest would have complete privacy...and little bled
through the doors and walls. Mercie decided to take a bath as she
waited, she still felt grungy, and wanted to see the damage that had
been done to her the night before. Exploring she found a bottle of
bath beads, a gentle vanilla scent wafting from it when she opened it.
Turning on the water she filled the tub adding some of the fragrant
beads, and undressing stepped into the warm water. This was luxury
indeed...for the tub was big enough for her to sink all but her head
underwater. Slowly she relaxed as the warmth and scent worked it's
magic easing the fear and tension, pain and alertness from her.
Drifting she fell asleep and for the first time in days, gave over to
the deepest level..totally relaxed. Duggan opened the bathroom door,
silently. She was not thrilled with what she needed to do...but it was
the only way to smuggle the girl into England. There was no time for
passports and visas...and she did not want to bother with them to
begin with. The more helpless the girl was, the more dependant upon
her owner for everything, the faster she would adjust to her new
owner. She was pleased to see the girl asleep so deeply in the
clutches of the tub...in one way it would make things easier..and the
men would handle the rest. She looked at the hypo in her right hand.
Gesturing for one of the men to help her, she gripped the girls arm
tightly, Mercie exploded up out of the water, startled, only to meet
the firm grip of the man as she held her down. Plunging the hypo into
a vein Duggan rapidly emptied the contents into the girls arm.
"Whhaaa..please...nooooooooooo" the girls voice trailed off in a
drunken slur as the drug began to take effect. Soon she lay limp in
the cooling water, more deeply asleep that she had ever been. Duggan
left the bathroom after stroking the girls head and sent the other man
in. They carried the slave from the tub into the bedroom and lay heron
towels to dry her skin. Asleep Mercie did not see the packing case she
would travel in. Moving with a practiced air, the men prepared the
slave for shipment. It was obvious that they had done this before. One
of the men arranged her limbs in a straight line and began to strap
them down, immobilizing the girl as the other turned to the crate and
made sure that the foam rubber fill was distributed evenly and laid a
sheet over it. Stopping at her thighs, the man pulled them open and
forced a catheter into her urethra and clamped it off, then rolled the
slave over and inserted a lubed butt plug...she would have to wait for
that function until she was delivered. Satisfied that everything was
seated well he rolled her back and finished securing her legs. He held
up the gag and made sure that the breather lines to it were clear then
forced it into the girls mouth. Wax plugged her nostrils and forced
her to inhale and exhale through her mouth, even in her drugged sleep
the girl automatically switched over...she could either scream or
breathe..she would not do both. Wax plugs in her ears and a blindfold
completed that part of the task..and the slave was ready to be laid in
the crate. Carefully the men lifted her and lowered her into the box.
There was barely a half inch between her and the sides. a perfect fit.
One of the men started an IV line in her arm as the other threaded the
catheter and breathing tube out small holes in the side of the box. He
led the last tube the IV through a third hole and attached a bag of
dextrose. The girl would be transported by plane, and the bags to
catheter and IV changed during the flight. She would not be so deeply
drugged during it, only kept in a twilight state, to relax her and
still allow her to know her...condition. The men gathered up the foam
section that would pad the girl from the neck down. It would fill the
rest of the box and hold her immobile save for her head so that she
did not roll or dislodge any of the tubes. Duggan checked their work,
she did not want the slave damaged or damaging herself. Nodding to the
men, she stepped back as they fitted the lid and nailed it down.
Mercie barely stirred. Duggan watched as they lifted the crate with a
hand cart and wheeled it out and to the freight elevator. It was done
and out of her hands, Mercie was being shipped by private carrier. All
the paper work was there for the landing at the small airport near her
home. A beloved uncle who had died of a heart attack was coming home
to England for his final rest. Duggan turned to the job of disposing
of the slaves belongings...some would go into dumpsters, the rest to
the bins of the Salvation Army. She would have nothing to call her own
when she landed....and there would be no trace of the slave.
Jessann crawled. The men sat and watched her the cards in their hands
only incidental to what was happening in the room. Bear had spent the
last few days, stripping the woman of all that she was, pushing her
until she yielded that final thread of control she had insisted on.
Now the slave was truly a slave, no more did she try to dictate to her
Master her use, holding him to her perceived desires...but instead
served as he wished. Chained legs to wrists, ass filled with cum and
plugged, an empty beer can in her cunt, she crawled to the winner of
this poker hand. Sean looked down at the prize he had one with a Royal
Flush. His hand gripped her head and pulled her face up. With a groan
jessann rose to her knees as she followed her hair. She had seen
herself in the mirror after Bear had made her up for the party. The
huge Russian had taken great pains with her makeup...but to her eyes
it looked as though a clown had applied it. Her face had been painted
kabuki white, the eyes so deeply kohled that they seemed like pits in
her face. Her mouth was outlined in the shape of her lips, a deep
blood red, but instead of following only the lips, Bear had traced
around them, making them appear even larger. Where rough or blush
would have been dusted, were the words INSERT HERE and arrows drawn
with her lipstick to point at her mouth. Even that was not in her
control, for a large leather "O" ring had been inserted holding her
mouth open painfully wide. The center of it was large enough for the
men to plunge their cocks into ...and they had for the past 2 hours,
using her mouth as a depository for cum. Jessann trembled as Seans
hand gripped her breast, already both of them were black and blue from
the evenings entertainment. As she expected he squeezed the mauled tit
flesh nearly flat, but then picking a cord up from the table began to
wrap the pained flesh until it bulged painfully from her chest. It was
the work of moments for him to turn to the other one and bind it just
as tight. A whimper of pain began to escape her open mouth until she
caught the look from Bear....any sound would cost her it promised.
Sean grinned over at Bear....then picked up a metal skewer from the
table. Jessann's eyes widened in fear as she saw the gleaming
stainless steel. Bear moved behind his slave and held her steady, his
large frame supporting the terrified slave. Sean smiled coldly and
locked his eyes into the womans. Slowly...torturously slowly. he
brought the point of the skewer to the swollen left tit. Licking his
lips, he pressed the point into the flesh watching the terror grow in
the woman's eyes. His fingers teased the flesh...feeling the coldness
of it, easing up the nipple, but refusing to let her drop her
eyes....he was not going to let her know where the skewer would plunge
into her flesh..only that it would. Bear caught the movement of his
hand and braced the slave as the skewer plunged through her nipple.
His grip held the woman up and in place as her head rammed back into
his belly in response to the pain. Sean waited not a second but
grabbing the other nipple pressed the flesh onto the skewer pulling
the two tits together like a shish-ka-bob. Jessann reeled under the
pain, her body shaking, her mind fleeing deep into itself as her
breasts blazed in torment. Sean waited, his cock hard and throbbing
until the woman was under control....His eyes tracing the lines of
pain in her painted face. Slowly he held a small object before her
unfocused eyes...waiting for her to see what was coming next. Horror
wrote itself in bold letter on her face as it began to sink into her
mind what he held. A scream of terror ripped from her throat as her
bladder let go....Sean...flicked his Bic..........
