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Her muscles
screamed in agony as voltage pounded directly into her, the metal cock sending
wave after crashing wave of pain straight into her tender, teenaged cunt.
Sweat flew from her body, her back arching as she shook and strained against
her bondage, her breasts stretching out into sharp, fleshy cones, blood
dripping from nipples caught in strong, remorseless clamps.
She was mounted
on a metal horse, v-shaped (cutouts in the metal just below the peak allowing
for attachments), positioned like a man riding a Japanese racing bike, her
knees bent beneath her stomach, straps built into the side of the metal horse
encircling her thighs and her calves, holding them in place. Her arms,
pulled cruelly behind her, were strapped at the elbows and wrists and pulled
away from her body by a rope around the wrist strap leading up to the rafters.
Wires led from
the base of the horse to her breasts, locked on to her tender nipples with
strong, spring-loaded clamps, They were stretched taut, pulling her small
breasts away from her body. A metal triangle stretched up from a cutout
just below the join in the horse, locked in place by several clamps, at top
holding in a single clamp a long, thick soft plastic dildo. The fake cock
disappeared between her soft lips, pressing cruelly against the back of her
throat, only her training keeping her from gagging, effectively silencing her
screams.
The metal cock,
eight inches of unforgiving, hollow steel, was placed in a mounting affixed
near the end of the horse, angled to accommodate her position, her own weight
pressing it painfully against her cervix. Her ass hung off the end of the
horse, as did her feet; her master loved the way her ass shuddered and her feet
curled as she writhed in agony in her bondage.
The way she was
positioned, the way she was bound, left her helpless to keep the weight of her
body off of her tortured mons, the soft flesh around her clit bruised and
aching, filling her mind with unrelenting agony, broken only by the pounding
torture of the electrical shocks her master chose to pour into her cunt.
When she had
shown up that evening, dressed in a short, pleated skirt and a white, buttoned
down top, he had ordered her to strip and had led her to the garage. Her
stomach knotted and a slight sweat broke out on her body when she saw what was
awaiting her.
He had build her
her own horse, an inverted steel V, about four feet long, resting on four
wooden posts, designed so that a lever could lift them an inch to engage the
wheels next to each post. Slits had been cut all over the sides of
the V, and straps hung from them. Beneath the tip of the V, all along the
length of the horse, the metal had been cut and folded down, leaving a working
space just beneath where she would be straddling.
"Oh
god," she breathed, her eyes melting as they met his, his smile wolfish,
greedy, cruel.
He grabbed her by
the back of the neck and pushed her to the ground, forcing her onto all fours,
forcing her to crawl toward her mount. He made her stop along the way, at
the metal torturer that was going to be buried in her pussy, making her caress
it with her mouth; at the twelve inch soft plastic dildo that was going to fill
her mouth, making her rub it against her slick, burning cunt, driving it up
into herself, gasping at its girth, its length; at the clamps, huge, cruel,
that were going to be crushing and tearing at her tender nipples, making
her put them on, shuddering at the awful pain, her thighs slick with her lust;
at the straps that were going to be encircling her elbows and her wrists,
making her run her tongue along their length, worshiping her own bondage.
By the time he
had her stand next to her mount, waiting while he affixed the metal cock to the
horse, she was trembling in need, her young mind flooded with desire. His
hands were hot on her waist as he lifted her bodily over the horse, she bending
her legs to help him as he lowered her onto her metal master.
The top of the V,
slightly rounded and polished smooth, pressed into her cunt, making her groan
as her weight settled onto her pussy, the V spreading her lips like a
lover. The weight on her cunt was an ache, and she clamped her thighs
against the smooth metal of the sides, sliding herself imperceptibly back and
forth along the metal, sparks of pleasure twisting up her spine. He had
her hold onto the top of the metal horse as he bent her body forward, sliding
her back and lifting her ass up, sliding her onto the metal cock, putting all
the weight of her body on her mons and her clit.
He bound her arms
next, pain spreading through her shoulders and elbows as he tightened the strap
brutally, making her moan. The pressure against her cervix built up,
turning to a dull, aching pain, and the weight of her body crushed the flesh
protecting her tender clit, sending tendrils of pain into her brain. Her
legs followed, bound tightly to the sides of the horse, and then the dildo,
pressed deep into her mouth, almost gagging her. Her tits were last,
pulled taut by wires to the bottom of her mount, restricting her movement even
more.
Her eyes had
focused inward as pain blossomed through her body, a deep, unrelenting ache
caused by the bondage and the pressure on her mons, feeding a growing lust that
seemed to burn her skin and consume her thoughts. Almost immediately she
had begun writhing, slowly, sensually, within her bonds, trying to relieve the
awful, tormenting pressures on her body.
His hands on her
ass had quickened her breath, her nostrils flaring as she felt him press into
her ass, taking her, using her, owning her. He was brutal, uncaring,
craving only his own release, driving into her ass mercilessly, slamming her
slender body down hard against her unyielding mount, tearing deep, pained
grunts from deep within her chest. She had cum twice before he spent
within her, the pain in her body amplifying the ecstasy of her orgasms,
bringing tears to her eyes.
That had been
over an hour ago. Since then he had settled down, his lust blunted, in a
comfortable chair where he could watch the torment of his young, sexy
masochist. He had yet to find her limits, had yet to find that place
where pain was only pain, and pleasure was out of reach; he regretted the need
for secrecy, for keeping her (mostly) free of marks and scars. Oh, when
she turned eighteen, the things he could do to her.
He watched as she
writhed on her mount, the agony of her bondage growing, occasionally switching
on the voltage in the metal dildo, delighting in her bucking, her screaming,
the way her young naked body twisted and shook in its bondage. Each time
he thought she had had enough, that she had reached her limit, he had stood and
slowly caressed her body, running his hands gently down her back, tickling her
sides, across the sides of her breasts; pressing hard against her thighs, her
calves, and gently across her ass. And each time, the moaning of her
agony had altered, and her hips had quickened their sensual dance of pain, and
he watched in awe as her body trembled in orgasm, her toes curling, her ass and
thighs clenching, the tendons standing out on her neck.
He checked his
watch--1:30 am. He sighed. He wanted to keep her here all night, to
see how long it took the horse to break her, but he had already kept her too
long.
She whimpered
when she felt his hands on her body, unstrapping her, freeing her from her
tormenting bondage. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, her face
streaked with dried tears, small, animalistic noises coming from her throat as
he lifted her exhausted body off of the horse and laid her on a mat in the
garage. She was so grateful, so grateful to him that it was over, that
her torture was over, but a part of her wished it had gone on and on and on,
and that those brutal, terrifying orgasms that her helplessness, her hopelessness,
and her pain had pulled from her would never end.
Then she felt him
cover her, his mouth finding her lips, his tongue stifling a whimper as his
cock pressed against her cunt. Emotions swirled through her mind as she
lifted her legs, crossing her ankles behind his back, her arms pulling at his
sides, pulling his body into hers, her tongue meeting his. Feelings,
feeling need, needed, desire, desired, lust, lusted after, owned, love,
engulfed her as her cunt engulfed him, pain making her cry out even as she
orgasmed around him.
He rode her,
whimpering, crying, grunting, through two more orgasms before dumping his cum
into her belly.
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