Indentured (17 page)

The day progressed exactly as you would have imagined after that point. Each time one of the chemists or Master came to piss in my mouth, he employed some new means or another to cause me new and unexpected pain, and each time I was on the losing end of the deal.

They brought floggers and whips and canes in with them, using them to strike my breasts and back and ass as I serviced them. They would pinch my nose closed or strangle me, as Master seemed fond of doing, and cut off my air supply. Sometimes they came in pairs, one of them being serviced while the other knelt behind me and forced my body up and down in a hard fucking motion, wreaking havoc on my insides and my pierced nubs all at the same time.

Including Master, there were twelve men I serviced throughout the day.
By my conservative estimation, they each utilized my services on average three times today, and I climaxed a minimum of twice per servicing. When Master came to me, he forced me into six or seven orgasms at least, particularly because that was when he also drained my bladder down my throat, and several of the men drew four or five out of me at a go. Once Master came back with my liquid dinner and water, I figured I’d broken his rule and climaxed a minimum of a hundred times. It was hard to really keep track, though, with all the piss drinking and cock sucking and pain and orgasms.

I drank my meal as quickly as I could, because I just wanted to get the punishment done and over with.

“You came 113 times today, fuck toy,” he said as I was drinking. “That is very disappointing.”

He released the trio of chains tugging on my piercings, but left them attached to the rings. I screamed again as the blood rushed back into my tits and clit. Then he released my ankles and wrists. I fell down onto the dildos below me harder than ever, until they were almost completely embedded within my body. I had no strength left in my arms and legs to hold myself up. Eventually, he lifted me up off them and carried me out of his bedroom.

He took me into the lab, and I was placed in the cleaning area. Three of his chemists hosed me off with freezing cold water, scrubbing me from head to toe. When they returned me to one of the other chemists, he pushed three large balls connected by a string up into my cunt. Once he put them in place, they began to vibrate.

I moaned in pain, as my pussy shrunk back down in size until even this felt like a tight fit. They didn’t put anything in my ass, which seemed odd. Master usually liked to keep something in both of my holes, so he could keep me stretched out. He put my cock gag in my mouth, which I felt thankful for. It was so often between my teeth that it felt comfortable and familiar.

Then someone carried me over to where they often fucked the two female chemists after a day of work. Spotlights were shining on three separate areas they had set up, and Master was standing in the middle.

“My men will be taking part in your punishment tonight, fuck toy. They’ve each let me know which of these three setups they prefer. When it’s his turn, he will give you two lashes with whatever implement he chooses for each time you climaxed for him. Then he will fuck your ass. When it’s my turn, they will all leave. I’ll give you
three lashes for each time you climaxed for me without permission today, plus five for any climaxes you succumb to during your punishment, and an additional ten for the fact that I have to punish you at all. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

They immediately started setting me up in the first scenario. A tall pole was bolted to the floor. They moved me to face it, and two men shackled my ankles to it at the bottom, while two more raised my hands high up over my head and attached them to more shackles up there, so I was stretched out. They tugged on my tits, pulling me forward so my breasts came around the center of the pole, and a metal clamp was fastened to the pole and down over my nipples with my piercings on the other side of it, so I couldn’t back away at all. They tightened it, and then tightened it some more, until I was sobbing again.

The first man gave me twelve hard strikes with a cane on my ass before he fucked me. The whole time he was driving into me, he used his hands to torment my breasts and rub my clit, and I climaxed about two minutes before he shot his load up into me.

The next man preferred a whip with knots at various intervals. He spread his sixteen strikes out over my thighs and back, and I started coming before he even got his cock into me. The knots were all it took, apparently.

Then I received eighteen strikes from a paddle, straight on my ass. I came twice while he fucked me, because he used his little zapper thing on my tits and my clit, over and over again while he rammed himself balls deep in my ass.

Twenty strokes of a cat o’nine tails rained down over my entire backside while I was still having aftershocks from the zapper, and I climaxed hard on the fifteenth strike. I came again when he scraped rough fingernails over my overly sensitive tits while fucking me.

Next came thirty more blows from the cane on my ass. He fucked me so hard afterwards that I came twice just because of how roughly he handled me.

Apparently that was all for the pole apparatus. They released my hands and feet first, then finally undid the clamp over my breasts. I nearly came again as the blood flowed back where it belonged.

My arms were brought up over and behind my head, bent so that my elbows met at the top and my wrists met behind my neck. They quickly tied my arms together like that while two more men spread my legs and shackled a bar between my ankles, forcing me to keep them apart. A hook hung down from above, and the chains attached to my piercings was placed on it. Then they raised the hook until I was forced to balance on my toes.

They didn’t use any other means of holding me in place.

That wouldn’t work out very well as soon as they hit me with anything or started fucking me. Essentially, they were going to have me hanging from my piercings. I started panicking immediately, which always made me climax harder. I was certain that was one of the reasons they’d chosen this particular means of restraining me.

Sure enough, as soon as the first blow struck—a flogger straight to the pussy—I lost my balance and all my weight was forced onto my tits and clit. I screamed into my gag in pain, almost immediately beginning to orgasm. From that point, it was all a blur of canes and whips and crops striking my tits and pussy, hard ass fucking, slapping, groping, and mindless orgasm after mindless orgasm. My will to prevent myself from coming got completely lost. All I could do was feel.

Somewhere in the middle of all that, my bladder tube was forced
past my gag and down my throat, and I swallowed my own piss again.

I didn’t come down from it all until I was once more being hosed off with frigid water.
It was Master doing it—the others seemed to have gone. My arms and legs were still bound, so I lay on the floor as he cleaned me, but everything else was gone—the vibrating balls in my pussy, my gag, and even my piercings. After a good hosing, he inserted an enema tube into my ass—something I hadn’t experienced since before his clients came to have firsthand experience with his toy. He gave me a douche and shaved me from head to toe. He brushed my teeth and had me gargle. Then it was time for one final hose down.

Once he’d finished, he picked me up and carried me back to the spotlighted area. “Are you ready for the rest of your punishment, fuck toy?”

“Yes, Master,” I said. I didn’t have it in me to do anything but comply.

He tied another rope through my bound elbows, then took my ankles out of the spreader bar. With that rope, he hung me from a hook overhead, pulling each end of it down to connect to one of my ankles. Once he finished, my back was severely arched, my knees were bent, and my weight was fully on my ankles and elbows.

He would be able to separate my legs from behind and fuck me in any way he wanted while I swung from the overhead hook. He forced a huge plug in my ass and returned the vibrating balls to my pussy.

Master kissed me long and hard, his tongue mating with mine.
When he broke it off, he had both hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs pushing hard on my overly sensitized nipples.

“You climaxed twenty-six times while I was using your services today. You had twenty more orgasms during the first stage of your punishment. That works out to 188 more lashes before I fuck you. What should I strike you with?”

This felt like a trick question.

The knotted whip earlier had been the weapon which caused me the most pain, and thus sent me into climax easiest. Getting to orgasm state would be the easiest way of getting through it, but I was being punished because of all my hundreds of orgasms today. But anything he swung at me 188 times would surely eventually get me there.

“Well?” he said when I still hadn’t answered him.

“A paddle,” I finally answered.

“Interesting choice, given your current position. A paddle it is.”

He walked away from me to get one, and I wondered why he still hadn’t put anything
on my tits or clit to enhance my torture.

I didn’t have to wonder long. Master’s first blow landed square on my right tit. I screamed as I fell perilously close to another climax, and he’d barely begun.

“Why don’t we make it 189, so it will divide evenly three ways?” he asked, swinging his paddle for my left tit. I didn’t answer, but he didn’t seem to require one this time. “Open your knees for me, fuck toy. Nice and wide.”

As soon as I complied, he swung upward to slap my clit and pussy. The force of it nearly caused me to lose the balls he’d put inside me, so I clenched down with my pussy muscles to keep them in place.

That action was the final straw in sending me into another climax. I shuddered and convulsed, screamed and cried, the whole time he was beating me. And I begged. He demanded that I beg.

“Hit your fuck toy harder, Master. Please, Master. Please hit your disobedient fuck toy on her titties.
Punish your fuck toy’s naughty cunt, Master, please hit her harder.”

Over and over again, he made me beg for more, until at some point he didn’t have to make me anymore. A fuck toy wants what her Master wants. A fuck toy wants to be punished brutally for her misdeeds. A fuck toy wants to gift her Master with the screams of her remorse.

“Please, Master. Please hit this naughty fuck toy’s pussy harder. Please punish your fuck toy’s body, Master, so it will learn to obey. Make your fuck toy scream in pain, Master. Please leave marks on your fuck toy’s naughty tits and cunt.”

Over and over, again and again, until Master put the paddle down. He kissed me, then, and just the tiniest touch of his fingers to my labia brought out a new scream from my lips.

“Shh,” he said. “Force your body to stop the climax.”

I focused on my breath, tried to slow my pulse.

“When I fuck that cunt, you will not come until I take away your air. Do you understand me, fuck toy?”

“Yes, Master.”

I didn’t know how I would stop myself from coming, not with the insane sensitivity all my whippings and beatings tonight had brought on, but I was determined to try. Because he was my Master, and I was his fuck toy, and a fuck toy wants what her Master wants.

“That’s a good fuck toy.” He took a step back, smiling as his eyes roved over my bound, hanging form. “Look down.
Even with your shots, we managed to bruise your tits spectacularly. And you should see how red your ass is. A few of the marks are almost black.”

He was right. My breasts were black and blue. Based on how it felt, my cunt must be as well, and my ass was still insanely hot from my earlier canings and whatnot. The marks would still fade quickly, but it was nearly miraculous that they’d been made upon my skin at all. I reveled in the knowledge that my Master could use my body for the scientific experiment of testing his products—that each mark he made on me furthered his research.

“Thank you for marking your fuck toy, Master.”

He moved behind me and separated my thighs so he could come between them. I still had the vibrating balls in my pussy, and he left them in as he drove his gloriously hard cock inside with them.

“Do you know what I love, fuck toy?” Both his hands were gripping my breasts hard, using them to drive me back onto his cock with every syllable. “I love a fuck toy who knows her place, knows why she exists.”

Every thrust forced the balls to move within me, hitting different areas of my abused pussy and making it harder to keep myself from climaxing. But Master only wanted me to orgasm when he removed my ability to breathe. I fought it back, screaming from the pain of his hips hitting my sore ass, his hands squeezing and abrading my bruised breasts.