When she woke, Gloria was once again not sure where she was. The room was strange, and it had been dark when they hauled her in and chained her up. She gave a low moan, feeling the almost luxurious rippling of the pain lingering in her body. She had been stripped and spread-eagled on a hard bed, and a single blanket thrown over her. She was cold, and the pain in her arms echoed around in her upper body. They had been stretched out and pulled wide apart, and the leather wrist cuffs chafed at her delicate skin. Her legs were also spread, her ankles lashed to the two end posts.
She stared around, trying to make something out of the darkness. There was some light spreading through tiny cracks in the curtain, but she couldn't see much from it. The walls were stone, and she could feel the terrible dampness, so she had to be in part of the cellar. The realization of where she was sent Gloria sobbing again.
Memories flooded back. She had been tied up, whipped, made to perform the most perverted sexual acts. It was disgusting, nothing to do with her, even if she had come. Even if she couldn't stop coming sometimes, when they whipped her ass and fucked her and those great big cocks would spurt cum in her mouth and she'd have to suck it all down and lick them clean.
Gloria was panting on the bed, her body moving restlessly as she thought about it, of the whip slashing into her nipples, of Jim's massive cock ramming into her throat as she sucked him all down and proved she could take all his wonderful, hard cock. Her body thrashed around, and she tried to pull her hands free to feel down and rub the terrible desire in her pussy. She wanted to finger-fuck herself, run two or more of them in and work her pussy until she came, but she couldn't.
Her moans became stronger now as the incidents ran into her head without her thinking. That fir st time, tied up over the horse, watching Mandy suck Jim's cock while David whipped her and made her beg for that terrible first fuck. How she had gone out of her mind with terror at the lash of the whip! Now she would come if they just showed her it and told her they were going to beat her.
She couldn't even rub her trembling thighs together. Her body writhed in the most awful agony as her desire rose with each new memory and she couldn't do anything about it. Her pussy was running with juices and her tits reached up, begging for a whip to lash across them and send her into that world of mixed agony and ecstasy she wanted too much.
The night before, when she had been thrown to the servants, and brutally raped for so long, perhaps if she concentrated on that she could make herself come. She recalled it all, the ass fuck, the succession of cocks in her mouth and the cum running down her chin. She wriggled and tried to pull her legs closer, but the bonds held them and her poor cunt just waved up and down, desperately seeking the satisfaction it couldn't get.
The door opened and Mandy and Alva came in.
"Well," said Alva, "the bitch is awake."
Gloria groaned and looked at them as they came round the bed. In her desperate struggles, she had thrown the blanket off and her body was exposed to them both. The remains of Gloria's modesty tried to get the blanket to hide at least her streaming cunt. But the two maids just giggled and grinned at her.
"Getting horny, fuck face?" Mandy chuckled and she bent down and ran one finger over the crack of Gloria's cunt.
Gloria screamed and leapt on the bed, her mouth working as her hips tried to get more of the wonderful, thrilling finger.
"Too bad," Alva chuckled, and she took one of Gloria's nipples, still sore and beaten, and twisted it hard.
Gloria screamed again and twisted on the ropes. "Oh please, please, no! Please don't do that please!"
"What you mean is, don't do that unless we let you come," said Alva with a grin twisting Gloria's other nipple.
Gloria's desperate gurgles echoed off the stone walls and she peered at the two maids in the semi-darkness. The stream of light from the open door didn't seem to illuminate the bed very much.
"Well, that's tough, ass-licker," said Mandy. "'Cause you ain't comin' until David says so, and that'll be sometime tonight. But he didn't say we couldn't play with you." She gave a low, nasty laugh. "So we'll just keep you nice and hot all day and then you'll be ready for tonight."
Gloria gave another heaving moan and thrashed on the bed as she saw Mandy take something from the pocket of her uniform. She leaned in, over Gloria and showed the two small clamps to her. The teeth of the clamps were sharp, like tiny saw teeth, and the supports had a screw drive through them. Gloria didn't have to be told now what they were for.
"Oh no," she gasped as she watched Mandy take one of them and slide it close to her left nipple. She gasped and moaned as Mandy stroked her tit, urging the nipple to stand out until Gloria was groaning and begging with the new arousal, and her nipple was hard and firm against her still-red tit-flesh.
Mandy put the clamp round her throbbing tit bud and slowly tightened the screw. The teeth bit into Gloria's nipple and she started to scream as the terrible tiny jaws closed into her flesh. She didn't believe such a small object could cause so much pain.
"One more," said Mandy conversationally, ignoring Gloria's pleadings as she gave one last twist on the screw and the jaws of the clamp bit almost through the flesh of Gloria's nipple. "Don't want any blood around, now do we?" she asked cheerfully as Gloria twisted and moaned in pain. "Not before tonight at least. Now hold still while I put the other one in."
"Oh no, ohhhh, ohhhh shit!" Gloria yelled. "You fucking bitches, you cunts, you, oohhhh, oh no!"
She moaned as the other clamp bit into her right nipple. Mandy twisted that one too, until it was tight enough to cause constant pain, but just short of biting into Gloria's luscious flesh. She moaned as the two tiny jaws sent waves of pain running through her body.
"Now for the pussy," said Alva, producing another pair of bigger, harder clamps.
"I don't know," said Mandy thoughtfully. "This little cunt'll come if you put those on, look at her."
Gloria swayed on the bed, her eyes closed as her tits heaved and thrust, and sweat ran between her swelling tit-globes and onto her stomach.
"Yeah," said Alva. "She really is a whore, look at her. Oh well." She put clamps back in her pocket. "We'll get her good tonight."
"Breakfast time," said Mandy brightly, reaching down and putting a collar around Gloria's neck. She attached a chain to it and pulled to make sure the collar was on right. Then they untied her legs and lashed them together, with a bar between them to stop Gloria rubbing her thighs together and gaining some relief that way. Then they untied her wrists and stood her up, tying them behind her back, lashing them at the wrists and elbows.
Completely naked, Gloria stood there, the pain running through her body from the clamps on her nipples. They didn't let her dress at all, just led her out by the chain around her neck and down to the dining hall.
It was another exercise in humiliation for Gloria. She didn't know when they would run into somebody, so every step was a torture. She had to swing each leg in a wide circle to move, because the bar prevented her closing them.
They rounded a corner and two of the men servants who had fucked her so brutally almost bumped into her.
"Hey, hey, hey!" said one of the men, looking at Gloria with undisguised lust. "How about we put that over the table and get ourselves a good fuck?"
"Sorry, boys," Mandy replied. "She's too fuckin' hot – comes if you touch her, the horny little bitch. She's quarantined until tonight."
"Fuuucckk!" said the man, and they went on.
The whole of the day was like that for Gloria. She was made to eat breakfast in the dining room with one of the servants working at the other end of the room. All the time, Mandy and Alva were standing over her, watching her every move. They took her to the bathroom and made her take a shit without any privacy at all.
Then they made her suck them both off, reveling in Gloria's helpless moans of lust as she tried to bring herself off and couldn't. Mandy and Alva were experts at keeping her on the edge and never letting her go over. Occasionally they would twist the clamps on her nipples, just to get a scream and the begging from the helpless woman. But never did they let her come.
In the middle of the afternoon, when they had tired of all the games, they tied Gloria up again, this time to a hook in the basement wall, her arms high over her head and her legs spread as always by the bar holding them apart. There they left her for several hours and the tension in her body slowly became unbearable. The constant, rolling pain from her nipples spread all over her body and she hung there, moaning and writhing in agony.
When they came to get her, she was in tears and throbbing with terrible lust. There was a businesslike air about the two maids now. They took her down and hauled her off to the bathroom. There they made her take a shower and dried her, grinning at Gloria's screams as they pulled the clamps off her nipples.
"Now, we have to make you look your best," said Alva, and they made her dress in one of the most revealing costumes Gloria had ever seen.
It had a pair of red stockings that shone on her shapely thighs. Then there was an under-wired play set that just covered her tits and led to ruffles and laces down below her waist in folds of red and black. Finally there was a G-string panty and a pair of lacy gloves.
"I think they'll like that," said Mandy as she surveyed Gloria. "Get those shoes on and come with us!"
Gloria was in a seething haze of emotion. She was ashamed of how she had surrendered to the lust in this place. She was keyed up, her pussy flowing lust juices into the thin material of the G-string, and she wanted more, she wanted more pain and more of that dreadful sex. They had taken the bar from between her legs, and she could rub her thighs together now as she walked. That in turn urged the lust in her, and it rose, threatening to overflow and swamp her.
They led her back to the dining room, and Gloria gasped as she saw the party there. David had something like twenty guests sitting around in the final stages of a meal. David nodded, and all the servants left as Mandy and Alva pushed the moaning Gloria into the center of the room, where all the guests could see her.
Gloria stared down the length of the table. She could see the lust written in all their eyes, the men and the women. They were all between the ages of thirty and forty, she guessed, though a number of the women looked much younger than the men, and all the women were glamorous and sexy.
"Well, shit," said one of the men, "you sure know how to pick them, Dave, how do you do it?"
David laughed and got out of his chair. "Practice, practice, practice," he said easily and smiled at them as he walked up to where Gloria stood, her body shaking with terrible desire. "This is my newest slave. She hasn't really been trained properly yet, but she shows a lot of promise and I think you will all enjoy her. Show us your tits, little girl."
Gloria slowly raised her hands to the frilly neck of the play set. She could feel the concentration as ail of the guests stared. Her own body was trembling as she pulled slowly on the bow between her tits, easing it out as they watched. It came open, and Gloria spread the black and red lace and eased her tits out, feeling her sore nipples burst with desire as she cupped them.
"Hnnnmmm," said David. "Not bad. Now go and show some of the people what nice tits you have."
Trembling with helpless lust, Gloria slowly walked to the table. The whole group concentrated on her as her high-heels clicked on the floor and she caressed her heaving tits, gasping and moaning all the time.
"Don't you dare come, you little shit," David warned. "You come when I tell you, not before."
Gloria moaned and stood in front of the first man at the table. Beside him, the woman was running her hands into the opening of his pants and playing with his swollen cock. She grinned at Gloria and slid the zip at the front of her dress down slowly, almost to her waist. The man reached up and took Gloria's right nipple in his fingers and slowly twisted it.
"Shit," he said slowly, "this is one hell of a piece of ass." He brutally twisted Gloria's tit, sending her moaning and falling backwards. "Stay still you cunt!" he ordered and hauled Gloria back uptight by her nipple, ignoring her scream of pain. "You're right, David, she needs some more training."
"That's what I invited you here for," said David with a laugh, and Gloria moaned and almost burst into tears.
The man twisting her nipple pulled her forward by it and almost slung her behind his back and onto the next man. He looked her over casually and told her to spread her legs.
Trembling with lust and fear, Gloria slowly spread her long legs and stood inches from his face as he looked at her. Beside him, a girl grinned and slid her dress up her thighs and ran her hot fingers into the leg of her white panties and caressed her pussy, looking at Gloria all the time.
"Honey," said the woman throatily, "I'm gonna have such a good time with you!"
The man slowly slid his hand up the inside of Gloria's thigh. He kneaded the white, soft flesh, and Gloria moaned again and her body twitched in the rising desire.
"Stand still, shit," said the man sharply, and Gloria tried to stagger back upright.
"Slit," the man said. "You gotta learn, cunt face. You do as you're told, and that's all. Now stand there!"
Gloria gave another helpless moan as she saw him take a pair of spring-loaded clamps from his pocket, the kind that you find in offices to bind paper together. He held them up and pulled the jaws open, right in front of Gloria's staring eyes.
"Watch," he said softly and let the springs go. The jaws clicked together with terrifying force and Gloria gave a gasp and almost came with the knowledge of the pain she was going to get.
He leaned in and held the clamps open above the soft flesh of Gloria's inner thigh. She moaned and spread her legs, waiting, watching as the whole table was held spellbound.
Then he let one of the clamps go. It slammed shut into Gloria's upper thigh and she screamed and jerked as the pain shot into her body. Then he let the other one go into her other thigh, and the whole table gave a gasp of appreciation as Gloria screamed and clutched at her tits, her legs trembling with the agony.
The man lifted the clamp and moved it slightly upward, letting it snap shut on more of Gloria's helpless flesh. Then he pulled on them, stretching the red-streaked skin out from her thighs and letting it pull the clamps in again. Gloria screamed and heaved as he moved the clamps again, moving them always closer to her pussy lips. He pulled on them, stretching her flesh, moving the clamps, spreading the pain endlessly down her legs and up into her wet pussy.
"Could somebody help me?" the man asked as if asking for the time. "If somebody would hold this cunt's arms and pull her back, I can get these just where I want them."
Several of the men jumped up, but one of them was faster than the rest. He grabbed Gloria's arms and pulled her elbows behind her back. Then he pulled her whole body towards him until she was off balance, leaning on him, her tits thrust almost vertically upwards.
Gloria moaned as the man pulled on the clamps again and the red-hot agony flowed over her thighs, and the rising lust in her body couldn't be denied any more. She began to heave in the man's arms, her body pulsing as she moaned and gasped.
"Take those panties off, Janie, will you?" the man asked, and the woman beside him giggled and got up.
As the man continued his slow torture of her thighs, Janie reached over and pulled the lace of Gloria's G-string open so that the tiny, wet panties dropped away to the floor.
"Now spread her legs even more," said the man softly, and Janie reached down and pushed Gloria's thighs wider until she was almost doing the splits and was hanging on the man holding her arms.
"Now her pussy," said the man.
Janie knelt between Gloria's legs and reached up to the lips of her throbbing pussy. Gloria gave a groan of lust as she spread them, showing the deep red of her clit between. Gloria could only look up at the ceiling and moan, but she felt the clamps being taken off her inner thigh and she gasped as she realized what he was going to do.
Simultaneously, both clamps closed on Gloria's pussy lips.
Her scream echoed around the room, and the orgasm she couldn't help burst out of her at the agony of the hard metal pinching and squeezing her soft flesh.
"Fuck me," said the man, puffing on the clamps. "The little whore disobeys you, David, doesn't she? She fuckin' comes when she wants, not when she's told to. You'll have to deal with that, and fast."
Gloria screamed in rising lust as the man worked the clamps over her pussy lips, pushing them into the hard bud of her clit as the orgasm washed over her and she found herself heaving and thrusting in total abandon.
"What a shit," said David as he watched Gloria coming. "Well, you can't say I didn't warn her. Put her over the table."
Gloria screamed as she was taken by several pairs of hands and hustled to the head of the long wooden table.
"Ohhhhh yesssss," she whispered, too ashamed yet to admit to the seething rush of desire that was welling up in her. The clamps were still biting into her pussy lips as they held her and made her watch as they cleared a space on the table.
Then they pushed her face down on the wooden surface. Each brutal push and heave sent the orgasm in her rushing higher, and her moans became obscene as she lay there while they spread her legs and lashed them to the legs of the table. Two of the women pulled on her arms, tying long ropes to them and leaning back, stretching Gloria's arms until they hurt. Then she felt a thick strap being placed across her waist and tightened so that she was pinned and could only struggle in vain.
The orgasm burst in heavier and stronger pulses of lust as Gloria felt hands running over her stretched ass. Then came her moment of total surrender.
David walked to the side of the table where she could see him. In his hand was one of the long thin birches that hurt so agonizingly when he used them.
Gloria gave a scream of lust, and her lips worked as she stared at it. Her tongue slipped out and licked over them, as she watched her master.
He slid the cane over the hard surface of the table, closer and closer to Gloria's face. Her moans were continuous now as she stared at the thin tip scraping the polished oak of the table. The tip came to rest just below her mouth, quivering there as David held it, waiting.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, shit!" Gloria moaned, staring at the thin birch.
"Kiss it," said David softly, and Gloria lowered her mouth and kissed the thin tip of the birch. All around her, the room was utterly quiet as they concentrated on the scene: master and slave, recognizing each other. Gloria slowly licked out her tongue and wet the tip of the birch, kissing it, almost sucking it as if it were a cock.
"So what shall I do with this?" David asked softly, running the birch just less than an inch into Gloria's willing mouth.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh yesssss," Gloria moaned. She knew what she was going to beg for, and she wanted the moment to last forever. Frantically she kissed the birch, feeling the springy wood give under her tongue. "Oh please, please whip me with it! Please whip me with it, I was so bad, coming before you told me to, but I always do that, ohhhh, and I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, sir, you'll have to punish me really hard, and I'll try to learn, really I will, sir."
Around her, the people gave a moan of lust. One of the women leaned over the table, flipping her skirt up until the man behind her could slip her panties down and ram his great hard cock into her.
"Now that's a better little slave," said David, "but you have a lot to prove yet, my little whore. You have a lot to prove."
"Oh yes, oh yes, I will," Gloria moaned. "Oh, please, sir, please, let me suck a cock, or I'll suck a pussy, anything you say, but please, something, I want something so bad, please!"
She writhed, coming harder and faster with the knowledge that she had finally committed herself. She was a shameless whore, a slave, a nymphomaniac who would do anything to get sex – anything at all.
"Anybody want a blow-job?" David asked. "Shit, yeah!" said one of the men, and a group of them closed in on Gloria.
"Hold it," said David pleasantly. "You'll all get a chance. Now show the lady your cocks and she can choose."
Gloria gave another moan of lust as she watched five of the men unzip their pants and pull their rock-hard cocks out. They were all big, all ready, and she couldn't make up her mind, she wanted all of them at once.
"Ohhhhh God, I don't care!" she screamed. "Oh please, I'll suck them all off, whip me, whip me 'til I've sucked them all please, sir, please!" She groaned and almost collapsed across the table. David laughed. "Let her arms go for the moment, she can use those hands of hers when she sucks."
They let go of the ropes holding Gloria's arms. She pulled her hands back as David walked behind her and screamed with the anticipation of what was to come.
One of the men climbed onto the table, and Gloria took his hard cock and ran her soft lips over it. She felt him tremble at the skillful touch, and he slid it up into her mouth. Slowly, she let her wanton lips open and take his throbbing length in, sucking and licking at his swollen cockhead.
Then the birch whipped into her ass. With a scream of utter lust, Gloria swallowed the cock and let her throat muscles work on it. The birch landed again and she screamed, out of control, feeling her body beating up and down on the table as her ass peaked into the air, reaching for more of the whip. Pain seethed around her body and her mouth sank onto his cock, feeling the hard shaft thrust up at her as the man leaned back and fucked her face. She knew they were watching her get whipped. She could feel it as they stared and jumped at each hard stroke that cut into her soft ass cheeks and sent them jumping for more. She sucked at the cock, and suddenly it was heaving out of control and jets of cum were shooting into her hot mouth. She moaned at the wonderful salty taste, sucking at it, licking around his piss-silt as the hot jism flowed out of it.
David whipped her into an ecstasy she hadn't even known the night before. Nothing except the cock in her mouth and the whip on her ass were real, and she wanted more of it, more of all of it.
She sucked at the spasming cock, demanding more from it, but whatever she did, the stream of white sperm slowed and finally stopped as the man groaned and spent his load. He climbed away, and Gloria gave another moan of dreadful satisfaction as another one was slid between her lips, filling her cheeks with its power.
She knew what she looked like, sucking at the cock, her ass beating for the birch, sending an agony of total lust through her each time the thin wood whipped her. But she didn't care any more. She just wanted it all, and then she realized another wonderful thing.
She could control the men fucking her mouth. She could make them come if she wanted, and hold them up if she didn't. She held the man's shaft, looking up at him as he moaned and watched her ass getting whipped. Playfully, she licked at his cockhead, grinning as more and more uncontrollably lust burst over her and she was screaming constantly, waiting for the birch, then yelling as the agony shot out, carrying messages of lust all over her wanton body.
The man above her forced his cock into her mouth, groaning as he grabbed her blonde hair and forced her to suck him deep. Gloria didn't mind, if only she could have cocks in her mouth all the time, she would have been utterly satisfied, but she knew what was going to happen.
The man gave a great yell and he too was shooting his load. Splattering white hot jism into her mouth as he thrust and watched her play with his prickshaft. Cum overflowed her lips as she licked at it, tasting as much as she could. It ran down onto her lacy gloves, staining the red satin. She hardly noticed, and didn't care anyway. If she was really lucky, she would be punished for that, too.
Another cock rammed into her mouth and Gloria lost track of everything. She had no idea how many men had shot into her throat, but at some point she must have sucked the sixth one off, because the birch stopped lashing into her ass and she moaned, her ass still demanding, beating into the air.
She felt cream being spread over her flaming red ass cheeks. Fingers pushed it into her throbbing ass hole and she gave another moan of lust. One of the women climbed onto the table and spread her legs, ramming Gloria's hot mouth onto her pussy. Gloria licked at it, feeling the cum on her cheeks rum into the demanding hard flesh of the woman's clit.
A cock thrust at her asshole, and Gloria screamed as the rising lust enveloped her again. It thrust home and the ramming, stiff fuckmeat spread her ass walls and invaded her to the hilt. Fucking with ever-increasing speed, the man behind her yelled as his cock spasmed out of control.
"Ohhh shittt!" he shouted. "This cunt's got the hottest ass! Oh shiittt, she has!"
Cum burst out into Gloria's throbbing ass. Gloria bit hard on the woman's clit as she sucked until she too was heaving and yelling as she came.
The cock left her ass and another one slid into her equally hot pussy, fucking her for all it was worth. The woman slid away, satisfied for the moment, and Gloria saw that it was David standing over her, leaning down close to her ear.
"Would you like to suck my cock too?" he whispered.
"Oh yesss, oh yess, please!" Gloria moaned, her tongue frantically licking at the cum still around her lips.
"Well, I might let you," said David. "It's almost a pity that you have to go home tomorrow, you haven't proved to be too bad at all."
Gloria screamed and sobbed as she realized what he was saying.
"Oh no!" she begged. "Oh no, don't send me away, please don't send me away! I'll please you, really I will, anything you want me to do, anything!"
She groaned with terrible lust as another cock shot into her hot pussy. She could feel the cum running down her legs into her stocking tops, and it made her lunge all the harder to try and take David's cock into her mouth.
But he wouldn't let her. "So you don't want to get away from here?" he asked, mockingly.
"Oh no, please, please, don't send me away!" Gloria gasped, staring at his wonderful cock, so close, and yet impossible to get at. "I'll be your slave, anything, but please let me stay, please!"
In a sea of utter desire, Gloria felt another cock slide into her ass. Then she moaned as she watched one of the young girls who had been at the table, drop to her knees and take David's hot fucker into her open mouth, sucking at it, leering at Gloria as she got ass-fucked on the table.
"Well, now," said David, leaning in closer once again. "If you can prove to me that you really are ready for all this, then, maybe I might consider it."
Gloria gave a groan of satisfaction, staring at the young girl as she sucked the cock that should have been hers.
"And maybe," said David, leaning in so that only Gloria could hear him, "I might go further than that. I might think about getting married. I need a woman who will show some class when I take her around, just for show, you understand, and yet who can give me all the sex I want, and will fuck everything I tell her to. Do you think you can fill that, my little whore?"
"Oh yes, oh yes!" Gloria gasped, the very suggestion of having all of this she wanted sending her into another spiraling come that wouldn't stop.
"Well, we'll see," said David. "If you prove yourself tonight, then we'll talk about it, but we should warn you that a lot of little whores like you thought they could take it, and they couldn't. So think about it."
Gloria didn't need to think. She knew she could take it and, she knew that she wanted it all, every last depraved moment. She felt another cock shoot in her ass. David stepped back and there was a cock for her to suck. She closed her lips round it with a groan of satisfaction and sucked, sinking into the lust that would make her David's wife and slave. It was almost too good to be true.