The Descent
Part 7 - The Hotel
The doorbell interrupted her observation of her newly adorned body. Quickly
shrugging on a housecoat, she opened to door. Her heart leapt as she recognised
him standing there. She moved to let him in, but he just stood there. "Show me!"
was all he said.
Still not quite believing the way he just assumed that she'd obey, she still
found her fingers undoing the tie, and letting the coat open. Shrugging her
shoulders she let it fall to the floor exposing her body to his, and any
passer-by's gaze.
His eyes drank in the sight of her, from her slightly mussed hair, her moist
lips, the way her nipples were standing proud. Down to her hips, eyes widening
slightly he read the words above her parted pussy. Without prompting she turned,
to show him the words written just above her backside.
When she turned to face him again, he had a feral grin. He told her to put her
housecoat back on, and to follow him. He led her to his car, and wordlessly he
drove her away.
After the silence had stretched for a while. He asked her about who had she
chosen to make the choice for her.
She started out haltingly, explaining how she was originally going to choose
Connie, but she wasn't there. He interrupted her, telling her to open the glove
box.
She dreaded that compartment; she never knew just what he'd stashed inside to
torment her with. She let out a little gasp as she saw what he'd hidden away in
there. Inside was what looked like a pair of giant sized nipple clamps. He heard
her little gasp, as she struggled to understand their purpose. They were
obviously there to clamp something tightly, but her mind kept thinking that they
were far too big to use on her nipples or cunt.
As she held them in her hands, she turned to him, dreading his explanation as to
what they were for. He quietly and calmly told her that they were joinery
clamps, used to clamp two pieces of wood together as the glue dried. Though they
weren't going to be used like that. Instead he wanted her to use them on her
breasts, to crush them, just like the smaller clamps did to her nipples.
Even as she shook her head and trembled at the thought, she could feel the
spreading pool of juice between her thighs. Every time her shocked her with his
ideas, her body kept begging for more and more, even if her mind was screaming,
"No I can't do this!"
Opening the coat, she bent forward slightly, so that he breasts swung freely.
Talking a deep breath, she placed the clamp over her breast, so that it attached
to her straight on. Tightening the screw was the hardest thing she'd done yet.
She knew that her breast would scream out in agony as they were horribly
crushed. She wasn't wrong, the feel of the clamp as it bit deep into her tender
flesh made her cry out in pain.
Soon she had the first one on, and even though her breast felt horribly abused,
her clit was throbbing with a heat all of its own. She let go of the clamp and
cried out again as it pulled her breast savagely down. This was worse than
anything she could imagine, the terrible grip combined with the weight of the
clamp to make her feel like her breast was being torn off. And that was only the
first one!
She was crying by the time she'd done the second one, her breasts had been
flattened by the grips; they bulged obscenely around where the clamps bit into
her, and the weight! Continuously pulling her forward.
He ignored her tears, telling her to continue with the tale. Haltingly, between
sobs, she told how she tracked down that shop assistant, who unfortunately was
with a friend. How she'd had to expose herself to them, before they'd choose for
her.
She couldn't believe it when he told her to send him Caroline details. It seemed
that he wanted to get to know her for some reason. She felt a stab of jealousy
as she gave what details she could remember. Was he bored of her? Why did he
want to know her? Would her introduce her to this game? And if so, in what role?
Even though she didn't want to share him with anyone, her biggest fear was that
she'd be given to Caroline to play with. There was something in her look that
frightened her.
All through this retelling, she could feel her arousal growing, the shame of
telling about the girls, the way her breasts were just being tortured, not
played with, tortured turned her on like crazy. All day she'd been without
relief, damn that Connie!
After what seemed like ages, the car finally stopped, not outside her place,
which she'd been secretly hoping for, but instead outside a hotel. As yet, she
still didn't know where he lived, how he lived.
Luckily for her, this wasn't too upmarket; there was no doorman to see her
kneeling by the side of the car, cleaning the seat. In fact, though she rarely
admitted it to herself, the ritual of cleaning up the leather seat calmed her,
made her ready for what ever came next. Though this time it was worse than
normal, those damn big clamps kept bumping into the seat edge, making her gasp
with pain each time they connected.
He waited patiently as she cleaned up after, before leading her in. He whisked
her past the desk, for which she was grateful; after all, she was hardly dressed
as a suitable guest.
As she walked she could feel the slickness between her legs, her throbbing clit,
and those painful clamps. All this was slowly driving her mad with lust, and she
knew that once in the hotel room, he'd pleasure her like she needed. The thought
hit her that he might make her perform on the balcony, or some such thing, but
the thrill of being observed just added spice to it all. After all he'd be using
her, giving her the relief that she now so desperately needed.
Her heart fell as he showed her into the room. It was bare! Well almost bare,
just in front of the huge glass wall that opened onto the was something hidden
by a draped cloth, though it was hard to make out. He hadn't put on the lights;
instead the room was being lit by the streetlights outside.
By the door was a bag, which he adroitly opened, taking several toys out of the
bag. Turn round was his command, and she did so, trying to work out both what
was under the sheet, and how he was going to take her. She felt his hands take
hers and the cold feel of the cuffs as they locked her hands behind her back.
He turned her round, and hefted each breast in turn, making her gasp with that
strange mixture of pleasure/pain that she now craved. In his hands he held a
threaded needle. Recognising it, she tried to voice her objections, but as usual
he ignored them.
The feel of the waxed thread as it slipped though her nipple piercings was
almost too intense; it was rubbing her inside her nipple, driving her crazy. Her
nipples were so hard and erect; they felt like they were clamped too, even
though they were, so far unadorned.
Once he'd threaded each nipple, he grinned at her, causing her to take a deep
breath, before tying them to the clamps. She shrieked in pain, as her sore
nipples were pulled proud from her breast towards the clamp. The initial hint of
relief as they touched the cool metal was replaced by anguish as he pulled them
tight to it, crushing them against the clamp. Her breasts were on fire; all of
her skin was stretched tightly, her breasts were being forced into the most
unnatural shape.
Once the initial shock wore off, her need for relief hit her hard. The more he
did, the more she craved release. Her legs were trembling; her thighs were
coated with her juices as it slid down her legs.
Once the second nipple had been tied off, he walked her over to the dark shape.
With a flourish, he whipped of the covering to reveal an obscenely sized dildo
sticking out of the floor. It was raised on a pole so that the tip of it was
just at height of her pussy. On either side were two dark mats connected to the
pole by thin wires.
He walked round both the dildo pole and her, explaining just what it was. It
was, in fact, a vertically mounted vibrator. She would have to straddle the
pole, fitting the huge dildo into her pussy. Once she was impaled on it, if she
placed her feet on both of the mats; that would complete the circuit making it
work.
He demonstrated this by sanding on the mats. It was strange to see just how far
apart he had to stretch his legs. She realised that by stretching so wide
herself, she would be forcing it deep into her pussy. The dildo slowly drove
itself up, before lowing again. The pace seemed awfully slow to her eyes, though
she thought it might feel somewhat different when she was placed on top of it.
She was still studying the contraption when she was startled by the sound of his
voice; she turned to see him by the door, key in hand. "I'll be back later, you
go on and enjoy yourself" and with that, he closed the door, locking it.
With that snick, she realised that she was trapped. She cast her eyes around the
room. Apart from the dildo, the room was completely bare.
"Well I won't" she thought, he didn't order me to sit on that thing after all,
though maybe he did. Just what did he mean by enjoy yourself?
Try as she might, the pain in her breast kept her aware of just how turned on
she was, and since there was nothing else to look at, she found herself studying
the machine. It did look big, though not as big as that stallion, for which she
was truly grateful. To her surprise the actual dildo wasn't made of rubber or
some such, instead it was a shiny black leather one.
She kept walking away only to return, drawn as if by magic back to it. With her
hands behind her back, there was no way she could please herself, damn him! All
that was left was that doubly damned contraption.
After who knows how long the need for some relief drove her back to it. Taking a
deep breath, she opened her legs to expose her already parted pussy to the tip.
As she pressed down, feeling the large head part her walls, she was shocked to
see the room lights come on! Quickly she leapt off the dildo, and as she did,
the lights went off.
Damn him, there must be a pressure switch somewhere she thought, trying to
understand what had happened. Experimentally she pressed down on it, and again
the lights came on.
With horror, the thought hit her. If she wanted to cum, the lights would be on,
and at night, that would light up the room making her clearly visible to anyone
who looked at her room. She rushed to the window, taking in the view for the
first time. She knew before she looked that she wouldn't see low rise house,
instead she saw apartment blocks, too many of them with their lights on. She
could even see a few people out on their balconies, taking in the night air.
She retreated back into the room, determined to not use that infernal machine.
But her body was crying out for some sort of stimulation, some release. As she
approached the machine again, she knew that although she may not get on it this
time, before the night was out, she would.
She lasted as long as she could, but in the end, and both he and she knew, the
lure of being used so publicly grew too strong for her to ignore. She was
crying, the tears slowly forming in the corners of her eyes as she accepted that
she craved the humiliation of exposing herself.
The knowledge that strangers would be watching, pointing, talking about her, as
she used herself on the machine, was too terrible. Part of her wanted to run,
hide, to deny her need, but it was the weaker part of her. The stronger part
needed this, craved her being seen at her lowest.
With a sigh she sat on the dildo, revelling in its feel as it slipped into her
hot pussy. As she spread her legs, she lowered herself further onto it. Finally
she reached both mats, and silently it started to thrust inside her.
Her must have known just how randy she would be, it was just too slow. It was
driving all thoughts from her mind. It was taking its time, slowly teasing her,
never speeding up, never slowing down. She cursed him, as she realised that
she'd need to ride this for hours to get off. All it was doing at the moment was
heightening her pleasure.
The pain in her tits combined with that of her nipples with that of her too
slowly fucked pussy. Forever in the view of the neighbours, she was impaled by
her own desires on the machine.
Almost ignorant of the passing time, she was startled by the intensity of her
orgasm. She could feel it building and building, slowly creeping up on her.
With a pitiful cry, she finally came, her juices flooding out of her sopping,
abused cunt. As she struggled to stop herself from collapsing even further onto
the dildo, her juices ran down the shaft, shorting it out and plunging her into
blessed darkness.
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