Chapter Four
Earlier that day, during my exploration of the penthouse, I had made a useful
discovery immediately off the great room. My uncle had a very eccentric taste in
artifacts. The room was furnished with an odd array of torture instruments
including several crude medieval curiosities. There was a massive wooden stock,
a rack, whips, chains and a wide range of paddles. But, evidently my uncle was a
collector with an eye for the practical and working tool. One intricate device
had interested me in particular and I had familiarized myself with its
functions. It's ingenious design and practical purpose had fascinated me.
It was toward this machine that I dragged my struggling naked captive. She
was a handful of hotly aroused female. I was very impressed with her furious
strength. She had gained her feet and lunged into me, pummeling my back with her
fists. I twisted her hair and pulled her forward and to her knees. She rose
again, screaming obscenities in a combination of Italian and English. I caught a
flying fist by the wrist and slapped it into an awaiting cuff, dangling from an
overhead hoist. She seemed to have previous experience with this device and she
immediately redoubled her efforts to be free.
Lisa fumbled with the cuff's lock and screamed, "I do not want this!"
I promptly began to crank the hoist taking up the slack from the chain and
pulling her to her tiptoes. She frantically tugged at the cuff as she teetered
awkwardly. I continued to crank and raise her till she was suspended from the
floor. She flailed her legs impotently for a moment then stopped to hang
spinning, suspended by one arm. As she spun her glaring eyes shifted as she
tracked me.
Then she performed a remarkable acrobatic feat. She pulled her torso up and
over her head and wrapped one leg around the chain. Upside down she used her
free hand in a renewed effort to free herself from the cuff. I clicked the other
cuff on that free arm at an opportune moment, while barely avoiding her snapping
teeth. I then cranked the corresponding hoist pulling her newly captured arm
upward. She had continued to scratch at the first cuff till it was out of her
reach. Then with another curse she unwrapped her leg and lowered herself. I used
the lift to balance her so she now swung freely from her two wrists. She was
hanging suspended inches from the floor. She stopped all her struggles realizing
that it only displayed her naked charms to me in a very provocative manner. She
shook her head throwing her full mane of hair away from her face and spit at me.
She couldn't control her full bosom from rising and falling as she caught her
breath from her wild exertions.
Standing back very aware of the kicking potential of those shapely legs I
addressed my sensual prisoner. Looking straight into those deep green and very
angry eyes I told her, "I am your Master. You will call me Master. You will obey
me."
She curled her lips contemptuously. "I will NOT!" she snarled at me. "You are
not MAN enough to be my master!"
I picked up a large wooden paddle from a nearby table. I walked behind her.
She immediately began to twist and turn attempting to prevent my obvious use of
the instrument on her body. She began screaming, "NO, NO, NO!"
Patiently I waited till her movement slowed and I had a clear shot at her
exposed bottom. I took a full swing and with a resounding SMACK caught both of
those firm cheeks. The tenor of her new scream changed to a throaty wail and she
curled her legs up so she was a tight ball. I again admired her gymnastic
ability. With wide-eyed shock and fear she looked over her shoulder at me. I
smiled at her. She was realizing that my youthful appearance belied a truly
sadistic nature.
I had played varsity baseball at school and my next swing would have been a
homerun. There was a resounding SMACK and a corresponding full-throated scream
from Lisa. She lifted and jerked herself about like a beautiful naked dancing
marionette. Her wails turned into a pitiful sobbing cry. I aligned my stance as
if facing a pitcher and delivered three more resounding blows. She exhausted
herself with anguished but restrained reaction to the pain. Her exertions had
weakened her and ultimately she went limp to hang swinging slowly with her head
bowed.
I paused and then took one more full swing on now fully presented ass. She
again arched away from the pain howling in a most satisfactory manner. I noticed
a bright redness now shone on the cheeks of her abused bottom through the
natural Mediterranean darkness of her skin. I walked in front of her and gently
lifted her chin to look into her teary eyes. "Have you had enough, little one?"
I asked her.
"Please no more... please!" She would not look me in the eyes. "It hurts so
terribly!"
I smiled in triumph. Crouching down I pulled up the two floor-mounted
restraints and snapped them on her ankles despite murmured protests and feeble
attempts to struggle. Using the pulleys I adjusted the chains so her arms and
legs stretched outward forming a suspended X. I stood in front of her and
admired my handiwork. Her head drooped and her hair obscured her face. I
unfastened, dropped and kicked aside my loose breeches. Reaching behind her I
cupped her warm spanked ass in my hands. I pulled her against me so my now
aroused penis was pressed against her cervix. I could feel the tickle of her
pubis and the warmth of her cleft. Her full heavy breasts were mashed against my
chest. Her head slowly came up until our faces were inches from the others. I
reached up to brush the hair from her face. My arousal was an unspoken truth
between us. I kissed her mouth in demanding fashion and she twisted her face
away. I squeezed her tortured ass hard and she gasped. I again kissed her open
mouth.
She said something unintelligible against my lips, which I assumed, was
another protest. I stood back. She was watching me closely. I saw her eyes drop
down to my erection, and then quickly shift away. She closed her eyes and bowed
her head with her hair again falling about her face.
"Soon, little slave, girl you will be kissing your Master's cock," I said.
"You love having a man's big cock in your mouth, don't you?"
Never raising her head I heard a low "No" and she shook her head negatively.
"That is not what my uncle said," I replied teasingly.
Her eyes came up and I could tell this worried her. My uncle, ever the
consummate gentleman, would never say such a thing. But Lisa's brief questioning
look convinced me that I had struck a nerve. I smiled at her. "And you will lick
and swallow every drop of sperm from my cock," I told her emphasizing "cock"
when I said it. I think she knew enough slang English to understand.
She lowered her eyes to avoid my mocking sneer.
Earlier I had noticed the strategically located screw divot in the floor and
the nearby matching attachment. It was a large wooden T that screwed into the
floor. The cross bar could be adjusted so it just creased the hanging girl's
abdomen. By adjusting the suspending chains I shortly had Lisa in the position I
desired.
She was bent forward with her ass sticking out in a most inviting manner. Her
legs were splayed outward and forward. She was squirming uncomfortably. Walking
behind her, I laid a hand on her up-thrust buttocks. I squeezed a firm cheek
admiring her smooth muscle tone. Then I slid my fingers down to her open thighs
to caress her exposed sex. She was not wet.
"Your Master does not excite you? I asked as I found and gently rolled her
hooded clit between my fingers. I crouched down and kissed her vagina. She
smelled of woman and soap. She gasped, and a shudder ran through her. I used my
thumbs to spread her lips and I slowly lapped her slit.
I had known a particularly free-spirited female French exchange student at
Harvard. She had introduced me to the fine art of fellatio and cunnilingus.
Proper American girls saw these acts as great taboos. She had enthusiastically
guided and encouraged me in the performance of this act.
Within minutes I had Lisa moaning and twitching in a heated state. I stood
and rubbed my now throbbing hard-on against her vulva. I pushed forward. At my
entry she had begun twisting in her bonds and protesting my intrusion in a
pleading tone. "No, oh no! Please. You are too much!"
I had a general idea of how my erection compared to other men's. Several
"experts" had told me I was gifted. My fraternity brothers and I knew of a high
priced whorehouse in the Back Bay of Boston. After frequent trips we became
known as regulars. The women evidently shared tales and I had been breathlessly
told, "All the girls want to try you!" because of my fabled size.
She was a tight fit. I realized that her training had given her extraordinary
muscle control. She was actually attempting to squeeze me out of her pussy.
Placing my hands on her hips I began a slow back and forth motion pushing
against the resistance. The barrier seemed to soften and she moaned. I pushed
forward until the full length of my penis was buried to the hilt in her. I
stopped again while still holding her tight against me.
"Damn, you are a sweet little piece," I told her. She had relaxed and was
hanging loosely in the restraints.
I reached forward and grabbed her full breasts, rolling the engorged nipples
between my fingers.
"Your body betrays you, little one," I told her.
Using her breasts as handholds I began a slow in and out thrust against her.
She came abruptly and suddenly, crying out and arching her back. I increased the
tempo, fucking her hard. Hanging as she was I had the ability to pull her
against me as I drove forward resulting in a satisfactory control and deep
penetration. I paused, bent my knees and slowly ground against her pelvis. She
gasped and came again.
Suddenly I noticed even within her restraints she was meeting my thrusts by
lifting her ass and meeting my stroke.
"Fuck me you little bitch... fuck me!" I ordered her.
I heard her hiss something unintelligible in Italian. She would exhale and
let out an "ah" when I drove into her.
Feeling an almost animalistic passion come over me, I dropped any resemblance
of finesse and began a furious driving thrusting into her exquisite silkiness.
After several minutes I threw my head back and took a deep breath fighting not
to cum. Fully joined with her I stopped, bent forward and rested my head on her
back. There was a sheen of sweat between us. I kneaded her breasts and pinched
her nipples in a demanding fashion. She shivered and made slight protests in
response to my rough handling.
I again started a slow in and out motion, and then began to drive into her
hard. She arched, cried out, straining against her clanking chains and had an
orgasm.
I was beginning to fully appreciate this treasure my uncle had found. I
slowed and again stopped. We were tightly joined; our bodies locked as I held
her to me. I leaned forward till my mouth was against her ear and whispered,
"You now belong to me, Lisa. I will fuck you as many times and as often as I
want." I ran my tongue up her ear. She shuddered beneath me and turned her head
away.
"Do you like the way your Master fucks you, Lisa?" I asked. I had restarted a
slow tempo into her. After a moment I realized she had spread her legs outward
to the limits of her restraints to allow me maximum penetration. I picked up the
pace slamming into her. She was again matching each thrust with her limited
movements. "Oh fuck your Master, little slave. Show him how a trained bitch can
fuck" She gasped loudly and came. She writhed in climactic ecstasy and then went
limp in the chains.
I let go at this point. Holding her limp legs I pulled her against me and
pounded her. An intense wave of mounting pleasure flowed through me and I
released, coming deeply in her. After a long moment I pulled out and stood back
from the slowly swinging girl. I walked to her head and grabbed a handful of
hair. Pulling her head up I leaned forward and kissed her. Her lips did not
resist me, but moved lightly against mine.
Standing up I placed my now semi-flaccid cock before her face. I brushed the
head of my still oozing cock against her lips. "Clean up your Master's cock" I
said. She turned her face away leaving a shiny trail across her lips and cheek.
"Do it now or I WILL spank you again," I threatened. Her head came up and she
looked up at me. I was not smiling.
Her shy tongue came out and tentatively touched the pearl of cum beaded at
the head of my penis. The drop clung to her tongue when she licked it. A string
of semen dangled from my cock to her mouth. She looked up at me and I winked at
her. She averted her eyes, and then licked the sperm remnants from her lips. She
swallowed.
She swiped the cock head running her tongue under and over until the gland
gleamed from her saliva. I ran my fingers possessively through her hair. "Good
girl" I told her. "Good girl" I placed the cock head against her lips. "Look at
your Master," I gently ordered. Her eyes came up to mine. "Kiss your Master's
cock, little slave girl," I said. There was a moment's hesitation and she
dropped her eyes. "Lisa!" I said in a hard tone. Her eyes rose to meet mine, she
blinked and her head moved forward. I felt and saw her puckered lips lightly
kiss my cock in acceptance of her new owner. I pushed forward and Lisa took me
in. She began a slow sucking. She closed her eyes in concentration.
My revelry was abruptly broken by a harsh voice. "You have made my student
late for her afternoon class!" I turned to see Ingrid who had silently entered
the room to fully witness my tryst with Lisa. The German's face was twisted with
fury.
I pulled my penis from Lisa's mouth. There was a popping sound from her
sucking oval lips. My organ swung free with her saliva dripping from its still
semi-erect state. "I am done with her for now. She has satisfied me." I
responded. "She is all yours."
