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Martha & Laura
Synopsis:
A selfish bitch and a gentle beauty captured and broken; the one to receive punishment for her selfish ways, the other to be rewarded as your cherished, grateful slave.
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Night falls on the house, as you rise from your chair, push away the dinner plate, and descend to the cellar to see how your newly-captured slaves are coping with their confinement. Your shoes clack loudly on the flagstones, a menacing counterpoint to the blink-blink of the strip-lights flickering in the ceiling.
Standing between the two metal-framed beds you take a moment to admire their naked forms, and to reflect on your delight at having been able to drug and abduct them both so easily.
Perhaps if Martha hadn’t been so intent on going home with you the previous evening, and had put more effort into keeping an eye on her drink than into belittling Laura throughout the night things might have turned out differently for her, but you are in no mind to regret the chance Martha’s own selfishness has offered you to give Laura justice.
The whip rattles a little as you pick it up, and Martha squirms on the bed, struggling against the ropes that hold her spread-eagle. Laura, on the second bed, is doing much the same, and neither is getting very far. Both are naked and blindfold and you smile as you whip each of their breasts in turn. Martha cries a little louder than Laura - you managed to score a direct hit on her nipple and she jerks in shock at the sudden pain.
Lying between Laura's thighs you admire the smooth shave that both their pussies have been given, and run a finger lightly over her clit. You smile, both at the small gasp of pleasure she gives and at the way she lifts herself closer to you hand, trying to keep your digit where it gives her such joy. You slip a finger into her smooth wetness and then remove it, trailing patterns of her juices across her pert breasts, which swell under your touch. "Yes..." she murmurs, and then you move away from her.
You lie on Martha's bed, in the same position you took to Laura, and rake a nail over her somewhat plumper clit. Martha gives a little squeal at the mild pain you cause and yet she only shrinks back for a moment, then does the same as Laura, reaching for pleasure. You snort, disgusted that she cannot see the reason for this - justice and a return to each of them of the way they act to others, but magnified and made whole.
You return to Laura and pleasure her with a vibrator for some time. She gasps and praises you as she comes and you lie before her once more to lick her soft pussy lips clean of her juices. "Oh... yes." she moans, "Thank you! It feels so... so delicious! Yes...” You move further up her body and suck gently on her nipples as you gently rub her pussy to another, easy, orgasm. She rubs her body against you, bound as it is to the mattress, and you savour the feel of her warm flesh against yours, planting more kisses on her neck and face as she floods her thighs and your hand with her sweet girl juice.
Her cheeks glow a warm red from the sexual stimulation you are pleasuring her with and her firm breasts press into your chest, her nipples hard and aroused. Reluctantly you move away from her, and she sighs, trying to rub her legs together despite the bonds that hold them firmly apart and expose her clit to all that see her young helpless form.
Martha has evidently been turned on by the eager noises Laura has been making; her cunt is already dripping with anticipation of sex and you run a finger into it several times so that your whole hand is well damped with her wetness. Smiling you lift your hand to her mouth and command her.
"Open!" She obeys, and you place your first finger in her warm mouth. "Suck." you say, and Martha follows your command, sucking each finger clean of her own cunt-juice as you dip the fingers of your other hand, keeping her cleaning your hands as you rub her with the other.
In this way she is brought to orgasm only by tasting her own cream; whenever she stops you remove your hand from its work within her until her pent up desire forces her into the degradation of licking your hands clean, simply to keep them within her hungry, pulsating cunt, feeding her insatiable lust and thus forcing herself to lick even more of her fluids from your welcome hands.
Martha's whole body contorts with joy as she comes, she hauls on the ropes, oblivious to the pain as her sex drive is given the gratification she seeks and her mouth sucks your fingers with increasing ferocity and desire; her tongue swirls over your flesh as her orgasmic pleasure destroys any of her inhibitions, she does not care how degraded she becomes now, or how she is treated, all she wants is the continuation of the pleasure her subservience is gaining her. As you finally remove your fingers from the centre of her body she moans, desperate for more, yet she licks your last hand clean anyway.
"More!" she splutters, despite having her mouth full, "I cannot be left like this! I have to have full gratification! Carry on! Please! Do what you like, but give me pleasure!" Grinning at her discomfort you look back at Laura, who is lying quietly still. "How are you, Laura?" you ask, and are pleased to hear her murmur "I am awaiting further attentions from my master, sir" in response. "What master?" asks Martha, petulantly, but you ignore her and move back to Laura.
"And what attentions would you like your master to bestow, my deliciously subservient slavegirl?" you ask, eager for her reply.
"My master has me naked and bound," she answers. "What I like is immaterial. I only wish that my master is gentle in his awaking of my sexual desire."
"You carry your position well, my slave. I shall do as you request, rest assured of that. Martha... well. Martha is perhaps uncertain of how lowly she is now she is enslaved, but I am sure a little torment will convince her of her role. But you are already truly respectful. Perhaps this will do for a reward..."
You slip a small vibrator gently into Laura's young pussy and turn it on, listening contentedly to her delighted murmurs as it works its spell on her clit. You step back and admire the contortions her body forms under the vibrator's gentle pleasuring and gently lean forwards to lap the juice that trickles from her pussy, adding your tonguing of her clit to the stimulation you are already rewarding her with.
"Master..." she moans as she writhes in an ecstasy of pleasure "Oh my master, thank you!"
"Laura, stop being stupid!" snaps Martha and you round upon her.
"In what way is she being stupid, slave?! She is showing the respect you seem to need a lesson to teach you! I have total power over your bodies now and there is no way I will let you backchat in that manner! Let me see how some electrical stimulation will teach you."
You unpack a small generator and drive a copper-headed dildo into Martha's cunt, which contracts about it instinctively. You then wire the dildo to a copper thimble-like object which you push over her clit. You then begin to turn the handle of the generator and watch Martha's face twitch as you feed the current into her aching cunt.
To begin with Martha merely believes you are attempting to satisfy her unending lust and groans with pleasure as the electrical stimulation flows from her engorged clitoris to her pumping cunt, as she tries to 'milk' the dildo and pull it further within her ever-hungry, ever hot cunt.
"Yes!" she shouts "Give me more! More pleasure for Martha!" You laugh and speed up the turning of the handle, increasing the current several times. Now Martha gives a small yelp at the heightened sensations and you see her clitoris swells even more as blood rushes to it; the end of the thimble is open and Martha's instinctive reaction to sex means that her clit pushes its way out of the thimble, almost wearing it like a bracelet and trapping the blood there.
You admire the effect this creates - Martha's own insatiable lust has now caused her clit to become trapped, permanently erect until you remove the thimble and release her from the enhanced sensations the engorgement will create. As you turn the handle ever more rapidly Martha shrieks; the flow of electricity is now pushing her pleasure into the realm of pain, and though she tries to pull away the ropes and her own exited clit prevent her from removing the devices that now force pain through her pleasure-haven.
"No!" she moans "No! This is too much! How can I feel pain there?! How can I cope with pain there? It is only meant for pleasure! Only to give me pleasure, not to cause me pain! Oh no! NO! Not this! Please! My... my master! Will you stop this? I submit to your will, Master! But please remove the pain! Give me only the gentle pleasure of a moment ago!"
"My foolish, stupid slavegirl," you laugh, spinning the handle continuously, "I shall decide when you receive pleasure - If I chose I could prevent you from coming for a whole week!"
"No!" Martha cries "I... I could not cope! Master! Please! I beg you to keep my body satisfied! I could never go a week! Scarcely a weekend! My master will not find fault with me if I may be kept pleasured!"
"Maybe. But it is my job to decide if you act as you should." You grin as you spin the handle as fast as you possibly can and Martha begins to scream continuously. You watch as every muscle in her body contorts and jerks, laughing as her face reddens and her pelvis thrusts convulsively - you drive her on, through the climax of her life, and then let the handle go and let it slowly spin to a halt. Martha continues to sob after the current subsides.
"Master... master... I am in my masters power. Do with me as you may. Master..." Her body is flushed from the torment of the colossal orgasm she has just been put through and her clit is visibly throbbing, still bound by the copper thimble. You admire her body; it is plumper than Laura's, true, but far more used to sexual exertion
You smile and move to re-assure Laura, who is trembling from fear. The gentle vibrator within her has kept her both wet and ready for more pleasure but her fear is evident from the way she flinches as you gently massage her nipples and her soft question "Does my master intend to discipline me, now?"
"No, my sweet," you smile in response. "You are not here to receive pain, only pleasure, and the delights of your beautiful flesh. Martha is to be punished for her continual lust and burning sexual needs - she will be made to feel pain to gain gratification, but she will thank me, when this is over, and my slightest call will have her kneel at my feet and begging me to whip her pussy."
Laura gasps, first in horror at the idea, and then in delight as you slip two fingers deep within her and twist them deep in her pulsating pussy, coating them with her juices, and pressing them to her nose. She sniffs, breathes in the musky scent of her own arousal and sinks back into a delirious pleasure as you alternately rub and lick her clit until her juices flow deep into your throat.
Some time later, you lift Martha from her bed, where she lies in exhausted sleep, deeply tired, able to wrap herself around you, her body instinctively seeking the feel of another's flesh, and lay her down on a rack, gently fastening her wrists and ankles to the ropes at either end of the table.
As she lies there, as yet oblivious to the pain that awaits her, you feel a tingle of remorse; she is a truly sexy girl, pert-breasted and firm-thighed, and you consider that it would be better to treat her as you treat her equally delicious friend, but you reflect on their personalities and determine that, for now, it is more pleasurable to torment Martha, simply to see her dark blonde hair flick across her face as she jerks her proud head in pain and to plead.
Nevertheless you are compelled to gently lower you head to bury your tongue in her sweetly inviting pussy, enjoying the fact you have exclusive access to that part of her which, until now, has only been available to her fingers, her hairbrush and a score of fantasy lovers and slaves, all of whom she would wish to control as you control her.
As you lap, Martha stirs awake, aware of the building pressure of her pussy, and tries to hold your head where it creates such lust, gasping when she finds her arms still held.
"Martha, my sweet pet!" you smile, "I have a challenge for you! Come, Laura."
Laura, a collar round her neck, and hands bound with a long length of chain, walks smartly towards you, her small breasts bouncing as she moves, though you have provided her with a trim black bra that serves to accentuate her softly curving flesh. She looks at you in question, and you nod, giving her the signal to swing her clean-shaven cunt onto the face of her former friend and fellow slave.
"Now, Martha," you explain, "Laura has proven that she is a more natural slave than you - and so she is a better, and more valuable slave. You will eat her pussy, and you will do it well. If she does not cum within ten minutes, I shall begin to rack you. To help you, I have personally eaten her three times before you woke. Of course, she's probably harder to please by now, but never mind."
Smiling at Martha, you lean closer to Laura and whisper "See that you never cum, unless you desire a tormenting punishment, slave". Laura nods to show she understands you, and you step back, taking a position at the wheel of the rack, level to Martha's mouth and Laura's dripping maw.
Martha's face screws up in disgust at the thought of being compelled to tongue her friend - in all the time she was Laura's companion, you suspect, she joined you in a desire to bury her face in Laura's damp centre, but you know her well enough to see she envisaged Laura as being bound and helpless, not herself.
Nevertheless, Martha juts out her tongue in her usual rebellious fashion, as Laura lowers her pussy onto Martha's face, juices already dripping from her puffy lips and spattering Martha's face in a sticky sweet shower.
Martha's tongue thrusts into Laura, and you hear both girls gasp, Martha in surprise at the warmth and tenderness she has just encountered, Laura in a bid to obey you and restrain herself.
"Nine minutes left, slaves," you chuckle, and you see Martha redouble her efforts, her imagination already working to make her enjoy the task she has been set. All you can see is Martha's eyes closing, a fire sparking in them as she tries to rub her thighs together, but within her own mind, Martha has strapped Laura naked and spread-eagle to a vertical frame and is kneeling before her.
In her head, Martha listens, laughing as Laura begs to be released, chuckling at the pleas not to eat her, not to turn her into a lesbian, or a slave to Martha's delighting tongue. In her own head Martha is in control, tormenting Laura by sucking hard on her clit and plunging her tongue as deep as it will go, lapping Laura's virgin slit like a minute cock, flexing, flicking, flattening itself against Laura's twitching cunt muscles as Laura jerks and twists in humiliation and desire.
Behind Martha's eyelids Laura's sobs and supplications go quiet as her breathing rises and her cheeks flush a deep, lusty red, her juices flowing down Martha's cheeks, over the latex cat suit Martha sees wrapped around her own heaving breasts as Laura begins to wail with joy offering her body to Martha in perpetuity, to be Martha's slave so long as she is eaten in this way, bound, unable to do anything but submit to the sucking of her slave's clit whenever and however Martha demands.
In her mind's eye, Martha rises, standing level with Laura, kissing her full and deep, and allowing Laura's juices to flow back into the girl's mouth as she jerks against the frame and tries to wrap herself around Martha...
"Sorry." You laugh, shattering the dream. "That's ten minutes, and no orgasm from Laura, here, so you're going to be licking away even as I see just how flexible you are…”
Martha shouts something, but Laura is enjoying her power over her former friend and presses her pussy down, gagging Martha with cunt and you crank the handle round. The design of the rack is such that Martha's arms are stretched above her, but her legs are pulled not only down, but apart, dragging on both her hips and cunt as you increase the tension. For added torment you have fixed smaller ropes to clamps that you now attach to her labia, meaning that her cunt's lips will be dragged further from her body, albeit at a much slower rate than the one at which her limbs will be pulled.
Laura can feel Martha screaming as you torment her, can feel gasps of pain bubbling deep in her cunt, drowned out by her juices and her thrusts against Martha's face as she revels in her control. Laura's mind blazes with sexual pleasure, with her power to make Martha tongue her to a shattering orgasm and the knowledge that, until she cums, Martha will be placed under ever-increasing torment, making it harder for her to keep licking Laura's pussy, holding back orgasm and thereby punishing herself. Laura, close to climax as she is, boils with determination to make Martha suffer and hold her between her thighs to lick, and lick, and lick, never able to bring Laura to orgasm because of the all-confusing pain that must be ravaging her brain and nerves.
Laura's analysis is correct, for Martha's screams are growing increasingly desperate, and though you keep a close eye on her face, you cannot tell how the stretching of her lower lips is affecting her, sending lighting streaks of white-hot pain through her nerves as her limbs burn with the strain placed on them and she has already despaired of ever pushing Laura over the edge and gaining her release, when she suddenly wishes they could swap places.
The effect is electric. From despairing at her own pain, Martha suddenly gains joy from the idea Laura could be punished in this way, whilst being forced to eat her, and Martha's tongue doubles and redoubles its work on a tidal wave of sadistic lust. Unable to hold out against this new assault on her most sensitive skin Laura cums in a huge, heaving orgasm, rubbing her breasts through her black bra and gasping, moaning, wailing with relief at the expression of the pent-up sex within her, and Martha, head pounding, limbs aching and breasts throbbing from the way Laura's body crushed them as she straddled the lower slave, curls into a ball as you cut her free of the rack.
You take Martha's punished head in your hands and kiss her gently, nuzzling her bruised and swollen lips, long mashed by the abusive grinding Laura used to hump Martha's face and licking her face clean of your other captives copious cunt-juices. Looking at your slaves, Laura, the slimmest, sweeter tasting and fairer-haired of the two is now proud of her value to you, and delights in the bra you gave her to mark her status whereas Martha, pretty, plumper and with breasts you long to suck is now willing to take any punishment you demand. The time has come, you realise, to make use of them further; Martha as puppy and oral slave, and Laura as a toy to enjoy and play with, whenever the fancy takes you…
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