 Destiny lies on the floor curled up in a tight ball of self-absorbed misery and remains oblivious to the activity suddenly bustling around her in the chamber as Master Cain issues each of the three girls with instructions, which they all hasten to carry out, each of them anxious not to be the one to incur his displeasure.
In her almost trance like state Destiny is only vaguely aware of a pair of strong hands lifting her fallen body up from the floor, her incoherent ranting ignored entirely as she feels herself being placed on the table the previous slave has so recently vacated. The coolness of the steel table against her hot skin seems to bring her back to her senses a little as she begins to squirm and claw at the hands holding tightly to her naked form. But it is no use, Master Cain holds her firmly with one hand pressed down flat on her stomach, his free hand guiding her feet into the readjusted stirrups as he deftly locks her ankle cuffs to the metal bar, spreading Destiny's legs and ass cheeks to an almost painful and extremely exposing width, the cool air already enveloping her innermost places.
"Be still, slave!" his open palm smacks down on Destiny's invitingly open pussy, the shock of it silencing and stilling her at the same time. Biting nervously on her bottom lip, the tears escape from her eyes, and the realisation slowly dawns on her that she no longer has any choice or say in the matter, no control over what is happening to her own body. She can only watch helplessly as Master Cain strides purposefully back to the top of the table and lifts her cuffed arms, locking them securely to the metal D-rings on the underside of the table, causing her upper body to pull taut and her breasts to firmly protrude out and upwards, her nipples still hard and at attention.
Destiny's head instinctively turns to the side at hearing the heavy iron gate loudly clank open, her eyes following the second slave girl of the three as she enters into the room with a towel draped over her arm, a bowl of steaming water in one hand and another slightly larger bowl in her opposite one that Destiny, due to her restricted movements can't quite make out the contents of.
The slave gracefully moves between Destiny's forced apart legs as Master Cain gives her his permission to carry on with her task with a curt nod and a brusque, "Prepare her, slave."
Destiny squeals in protest, frantically but ineffectively rattling on her secured cuffs as she feels a warm washcloth being placed over her mound followed by a liberal but steady stream of hot water. Her squeals increase in pitch and volume until Master Cain roughly grabs each nipple in a pincer like grip, "Silence, slave, you will speak only when spoken too, do you understand?" Through her broken sobs a weak pitiful, 'Yes," finally emerges from Destiny's lips, only to morph into a cry of pain as Master Cain increases the pressure of his fingers on her tender nipples, "Yes what, slave?"
"Yes…Master!" Destiny's face burns scarlet with humiliation, as she forces herself to utter the word she finds so degrading.
Master Cain continues to roughly pull and tug on her flesh smiling wickedly as he thoroughly enjoys the myriad of expressions that play over Destiny's features, the confused longing, and the reluctant lust, the denied need for release, the fear and the pain all adding fuel to his own growing desire. His smile widens as he swings a pair of metal clamps into Destiny's line of vision, watching the fear eclipse every other emotion on her face as she remembers just how the slave-girl's screams have bounced off the cinderblock walls and she has writhed in agony with their usage.
Agonisingly slowly, he opens and closes the clamps just inches from her face, letting her hear them snap together, scrutinising her face as it contorts in mental aguish, her body trembling anew as she tries to prepare herself for the inevitable.
"No! …please…no…you can't…" Master Cain appears not to have noticed Destiny's poignant pleas as his grip tightens on her ripe nipples, watching as they darken under his cruel touch as he leans over and hisses evilly into her ear, "I will and I can, slave! Before this night is over you will truly know what it is to beg!" He trails the link chain from the clamps over and around Destiny's breasts, laughing knowingly, as even in her fear, her body shows all the tell tale signs of sexual arousal, responding to the slightest of sensations. Damn, fear is an intoxicating aphrodisiac!
Without further ado Master Cain quickly attaches the first clover clamp to Destiny's left protruding nipple, and before the first shriek of pain dies in her throat, the second clamp snaps shut on her right nipple, his fingers applying a more than generous amount of pressure as he does so.
Destiny's howls of pain fade to distressed whimpers as a searing heat shoots through every part of her breasts and nipples, making an array of colours explode behind her closed eyelids, a sheen of sweat breaks out on her body with her huge effort to tolerate the pain. Several moments later, Destiny succeeds in turning her ear-splitting screams to loud gasps, the pain receding to a still very noticeable but tolerable ache if she doesn't squirm around too much.
It is only then that she becomes aware again of the administrations of the slave-girl between her thighs as she removes the washcloth from her and begins to rub a very cooling, soothing substance all over her mound, the girl's fingers deftly gliding over the contours of her flesh, dancing over her outer lips and around her asshole. Destiny didn't think it was possible for her to feel any more humiliated than she already did, that is until she became aware of a copious amount of her own hot juices mixing with the fluid the girl is massaging her with. Destiny blushes crimson wondering if she has noticed, unable to believe her body could betray her in such a way, that it could react in this way to another woman's touch, and in these circumstances.
Master Cain watches engrossed as Destiny struggles with her inner conflict, before devilishly deciding to add further to her turmoil and discomfort. He reaches down by the side of the table, then holds three objects in front of Destiny's stunned, terrified face; a single tail whip, a flogger and of course his favourite implement, his riding crop. "You get to pick which one I use, slut!"
Destiny's eyes widen with apprehension, "Please… no… I don't know… which…"
Master Cain cuts her off before her sentence can be completed. "You were going to ask which one doesn't hurt, slave?" Destiny gives a barely perceptible nod of her head, rendered speechless by fear; the bastard is going to make her choose her own tool of torture! "They all hurt, slut, but they all hurt so differently. It is your decision as to what kind of hurt you imagine that you prefer, and be quick about it or you will be having a taste of all three!"
Hoarsely, Destiny croaks out, "The whip, Master," the words almost choking her.
"An excellent choice, my little slut!" Master Cain smirks, unbeknown to his slaves, his whip has been specially crafted for his hand size and strength, and with many years of practice his aim is so precise he could extinguish a burning candle with his acutely accurate touch. It is a talent he ensured did not go to waste!
Tormenting Destiny, he runs the tip of the whip up and down each thigh, even as the slave girl quickly completes her task of totally denuding Destiny's sex, rinsing away the last few stray hairs, careful to keep her fingers out of the way of her Master's whip lest he should decide to use it on her. As Destiny lies there, she has never felt more exposed, more naked and more vulnerable than she does right now, with her pussy as smooth and bare as the day she was born. It is a feeling that shakes her through to her very soul. Master Cain smiles as she jumps; startled as the whip traces the outline of her pussy lips, knowing that it will be all the more sensitive and receptive to pain after having been so recently shaven.
The whip continues to dance upwards over her pussy and back down over her thighs in a series of light, short sharp taps. Destiny's body tenses as she waits on the first blow to land, only to be surprised as she feels the whip slide between her pussy lips, and into her opening, inadvertently causing her to raise her hips to meet the short sharp thrusts. Master Cain watches as her wetness coats the whip, laughing as he slides it out and up into her mouth. "You'll make a good slut yet. Now, clean it!"
The whip moves in and out of Destiny's mouth in the same fast pace it has her hot pussy, while Master Cain studies her intently as she sucks and licks her juices from it, her eyes closed. Deciding that she is deriving a little more pleasure from this activity than he actually intended he reaches up and pulls on the connecting chain between the clamps and tugs hard, sending a fresh wave of pain ripping through each tender breast, making Destiny scream aloud in shock, and her eyes roll back in her head.
As she fights to control herself Master Cain continues with his sweet torment of her by removing the whip from Destiny's mouth and brushing it over the soles of her bare feet, her body writhing and squirming as she tries to move away from the sensation. He trails the whip slowly up one leg and down the other, deliberately avoiding her pussy, when suddenly Destiny even above her gasps and whimpers hears the whoosh of the whip cutting through the air before it finds its target of her upper thigh, the burning heat from the lash causing her to buck, writhe and scream wildly. Destiny has never felt pain like it! As quickly as the first blow lands, a second one follows on her opposite thigh, cracking down hard against her flesh.
Destiny's cries echo around the room and become louder, "Oh god… no please stop ...please…"
The only answer she receives from Master Cain are the five blows that rain down in rapid fire succession on her already abused ass, never landing in the same spot twice, making livid red welts between the purple stripes from her earlier chastisement, turning her ass into a spectrum of colours. Destiny loses what little control she possessed, screaming and sobbing hysterically as she frantically tries to move away from the whip. "Silence, slave, unless you wish to be gagged again, only this time you can have a nice cock gag to suck on!" In her pain hazed state Destiny barely hears his words let alone comprehends the veiled threat behind them.
With an expert flick of his wrist Master Cain moves the single tail up to Destiny's heaving stomach and lays down three lashes, the cutting strikes of fire landing with pinpoint accuracy, the welts appearing instantly on her soft unbroken skin, leaving it glowing with heat. Destiny's shrieks reach deafening levels, as she strives to find some tolerance to the pain, but meets with little success.
Master Cain leans over her, grabbing a fistful of Destiny's hair forcing her face around to look at him. "You were warned, slut!" With a snap of his fingers the same slave girl that had shaved Destiny appears at his side with what appears to be a small strangely shaped leather harness. "Open your mouth, slut!"
Destiny complies with his order, her jaws opening wide, and her eyes bulging as he slides a 3" long thick plastic cock into her mouth and swiftly buckles the leather straps of the gag behind her head. "Suck on that, bitch!"
Destiny struggles to regulate her breathing around the invasive appendage in her tight mouth, her eyes big, round and scared as she wonders just what humiliation she will be forced to endure next.
She doesn't have long to wait to find out. The next lash of the whip falls across both breasts simultaneously, causing them to bounce wildly, the searing pain from the clamps tearing through her whole convulsing body as her muffled screams try to escape from behind the gag.
Master Cain switches his attention to her temptingly open pussy, observing with great satisfaction that she is still soaked in her own juices, and decides to toy with her a little more. He slides first two then three fingers between her parted lips, pumping them deep and hard enough to make her pain racked body move, noting that she still has enough fire left in her to glare at him.
Abruptly he withdraws his drenched fingers and beckons for the same slave girl to come back over. She eagerly obeys scrambling over on her hands and knees again, uttering not a single word of protest when Master Cain pulls her up by the hair and roughly shoves his fingers into her pliable mouth. Without so much as a word from him, the slave begins to slurp around his fingers, her tongue and mouth hungrily cleaning Destiny's musky scented juices from them.
Destiny is absolutely horrified to feel her pussy spasm as she watches, her eyes fixated on the girl's pumping mouth. With a wave of his hand Master Cain dismisses the slave, his attention concentrating on Destiny once again. His fingers find their way back into her drooling pussy, "Hmmm, I think you need something else down here, you slut!" Destiny shakes her head violently from side to side, her protests stifled by the intrusive gag.
Bringing his hand back up from the side of the table Master Cain swings a set of metal clips and chains in front of her, which at least to Destiny's mind resemble another set of nipple clamps and she begins to shake more violently than ever.
As if interpreting the thoughts running through her mind, Master Cain grins evilly "Oh no, you presumptuous little slut, these aren't for here," his fingers pull on the already attached clamps, sending Destiny's senses reeling, as the waves of pain wash over and through her. "They're for here!" With that Destiny feels his fingers grasp at her pussy lips as he clips the metal butterfly clamps as tightly as possible, attaching her swollen inner lips to her outer ones, the chains forming a perfect 'Y' shape as the chain holding the 4oz weight rests against her ass crack, and hangs down over the table, effectively pulling Destiny's pussy lips open beautifully, her muffled moans and screams, music to Master Cain's ears. The kind of music that grips you by your gut and can be felt reverberating through every pore of your body, the timeless beat tearing down to your pulsating cock.....
As the pain in her pussy recedes to no more than a dull throb Destiny's head swivels towards the sudden unexpected sound of approaching footsteps, the repetitive rhythmic click of high heels clearly audible as they pound along the hallway in a beat of their own.
As the footsteps come closer Destiny's eyes stand out on stalks as Mistress Rina confidently struts into the room, tall and resplendent, clad in only soft black leather thigh high boots attached to garters that hang from the briefest, tightest leather corset Destiny has ever laid eyes on. It clings to Mistress Rina's curvaceous body like a second skin, the flesh of her creamy breasts spilling over the obviously inadequate half cups, the contrasting pink of her nipples peeking seductively over the edge of them. The corset is so short that from the rear it leaves her ass bare in its entirety and from the front stops just above her pubic bone, leaving her shaven pussy bare and prominently displayed.
Destiny feels a sudden shudder race down her spine as her troubled gaze falls upon the black snake like coil that hangs from Mistress Rina's side, held in place only by a fine gold chain.
Mistress Rina fixes her gaze on Master Cain, treating him to what she hopes is a winning smile, "Might I be permitted to join in the fun, Cain?"
Master Cain remains silent but misses nothing, the rise and fall of Mistress Rina's heaving chest, the impatient drumming of her fingers against her coiled whip, the hungry gleam in her eyes. All giving testimony to just how eager she is to play with his new slave. He has no intentions, however, of letting the opportunity of observing Mistress Rina performing slip through his fingers. She was always a truly magnificent sight to behold and, also the only female at the Lair who is a match for his own skill and expertise with the whip.
Master Cain allows a few silent nerve wracking moments to pass before he gives a brief incline of his head, "Of course you may, Rina, it would be a pleasure."
Mistress Rina's smile widens as she steps smartly over to the trembling form of Destiny, well aware of what a formidable sight she presents in her eye catching attire. With an evil glint to her eye she releases and uncoils the whip in one fluid movement, her eyes dancing with devilment as Destiny trembles all the more. Issuing an Amazon like cry Mistress Rina swings her arm out to her side then overhead, impressively arcing the thong of the whip and spinning it in into dizzying circles above her and around her, then without warning popping it with a resounding crack against the stone floor. The abrupt ear splitting noise resounds as loud as a gun shot around the chamber.
Destiny's eyes widen on hearing the whoosh of the whip as it cuts through the air a second time, only this time it lands across both her breasts, muffled shrieks tearing from her throat. Before she has a chance to recover from the first blow a second one rains down only an inch or so above the last one, red welts instantly appearing across her soft flesh, her tits dancing to the tune of the whip as they bounce wildly. Mistress Rina moves down between Destiny's legs, running the whip up and down each thigh, laughing softly, as even in her obvious distress Destiny's pussy lips quiver in response to each kiss of the leather whip. Mistress Rina is in her element as she proceeds to whip Destiny's spread pussy until it is glowing with heat, all the time loving the way the whip feels as it makes contact with Destiny's body, the solid vibration that it sends back through the whip to her hand on each strike, serving to make Mistress Rina more than a little moist herself. As the sounds (and sight) of Destiny's anything but silent whipping reverberate around the room, the whoosh of the whip as it cuts through the air, the soft crack of leather against flesh, and the pain filled muffled cries inflame Master Cain's desire as he voyeuristically watches the events playing out in front of him.
Noting the new level of pain and fear now etched on Destiny's face, Mistress Rina expertly coils back up the whip, the fingers of her other hand toying with the connecting chain of Destiny's nipple clamps. Darting a glance over at Master Cain, Mistress Rina tugs on the chain, causing Destiny to utter more moans from behind her intrusive gag, but she is not going to be swayed by the reluctant slave's pitiful pleas and beseeching stares. As she feels the fire of pain re-ignite in her nipples Destiny frenziedly shakes her head, desperately trying to plead for mercy as she senses just what Mistress Rina planned to do, the image of the previous occupant of the table still fresh in her tortured mind and the way the slave girl had writhed and screamed as the clamps were pulled free of her bruised nipples.
Master Cain gives a brief nod of consent, and Mistress Rina's grip tightens on the chain, as she gazes down on Destiny's petrified face. "Would you like me to remove these for you, my dear?" Her tone, although beguilingly sweet affords Destiny no comfort. Destiny shakes her head vehemently, eyes terrified. "Mmmm, seems like our little slut has nothing she would like to articulate after all!" On the last word she rips the clamps from Destiny's quivering flesh, watching as she screams into the gag as the phenomenal pain shoots out from her nipples and breasts, coursing through her entire body, a firework display of colours exploding behind her eyes, as the tears fall from them.
Laying aside her whip for the moment, Mistress Rina rifles through Master Cain's ingeniously stocked drawers, making a mental note to ask him at a more opportune moment just who supplied his toys. Even the discreet highly recommended adult store she visits both for personal and Lair business doesn't carry such a vast selection as these drawers hold, a situation she plans to rectify whenever the opportunity arises.
A few moments later Mistress Rina advances menacingly towards Destiny, having found what she sought, the object partially obscured by her hand. She ignores Destiny's mumbled barely coherent pleas as she stares, transfixed in a disturbing mixture of horror and fascination at the offensive appendage being firmly attached to her cock gag. After ensuring it is securely attached Mistress Rina jumps up on to the table with all the finesse and agility of a leaping panther, one leg either side of Destiny's stricken face.
Slowly Mistress Rina squats down onto the fake 7" cock, a low moan escaping from her lips as it pushes its way into her pussy. Destiny flushes, not knowing where to look. She has never been in such close proximity to another female's genitals before; her nostrils flare widely as she inhales the musky aroma of Mistress Rina's sexual excitement. Her pussy begins to lift up and down on the dildo, juices coating its entire length before dripping onto Destiny's face. She reaches down and spreads her pussy lips wide treating Destiny to an unhindered view of the dildo sliding between them. Destiny can't believe the predicament she is in, feeling utterly humiliated as she stares up into the pink flesh of Mistress Rina's dripping sex. Mistress Rina studies Destiny's face as it plays through a whole series of contortions, and just loves the way she is responding.
As befits a Senior Master at the Lair, Master Cain has always prided himself on his renowned self control, but hell, there is only so much a healthy, red blooded male can take! While Mistress Rina and Destiny are otherwise occupied, Master Cain unobtrusively reaches into another one of the drawers, immediately locating what he requires.
Unnoticed he slips between Destiny's spread legs, the first Destiny herself becoming aware of his unnerving presence there is when he simultaneously shoves a well-lubricated, acorn-shaped, medium sized, vibrating butt plug into her welted ass, and his hung cock slams into her pussy as his hand rips the butterfly clamps from her body, tearing them roughly from her tender lips, while yelling, "DON'T DARE TO CUM, SLUT!"
Destiny screams into her gag as the influx of the new sensations flood her body and mind, her head rising up off the table forcing the fake cock to sink deeper into Mistress Rina's tight hole. Suddenly Mistress Rina grabs a handful of Destiny's tangled hair, her body slamming down on the dildo in earnest now as she pulls Destiny's head closer to her until she is almost nose to clit.
Mostly Master Cain's and Mistress Rina's thrusts are in synch, at times alternately, but every thrust is deep and hard. Destiny is completely overwhelmed, her senses in overdrive. Taste, sight, sound, touch and smell all in sensory overload.
Stifling moans of his own Master Cain thrusts deeply into Destiny's tight pussy, his moans deepening as his swollen cock head hits her roof, god, how he loves that 'no more room at the inn' feeling, he relishes the sight and feeling of Destiny's tight pussy struggling to accommodate his thick girth as he continues to plough into her mercilessly. With a cruel smirk Master Cain grips Destiny's hips, his fingers digging into the fresh welts lacing her body, new droplets of dark ruby red blood forming on her skin even as he pulls his massive cock out of her tight tunnel only to callously slam it back home harder than ever, over and over again, the mind numbing pain once more sweeping over Destiny. Even her pussy betrays her desires, involuntarily spasming around Master Cain's pounding meat, as Destiny continues to wrestle with her inner turmoil, the feelings of humiliation, shame and embarrassment at responding sexually to these two sadists' brutal handling of her body and mind, send her emotions rocketing, but at the same time there is another feeling growing alongside it all, an unknown and until now dormant desire for submissive lust.
As Master Cain and Mistress Rina climax within seconds of each other, the feelings coursing their relentless path through every fibre of Destiny's being are just too intense for her and she feels herself starting to let go… her mouth trying to open around the gag to scream, but no sound emerges from it, she is way beyond that now. Unable to name something she has no prior knowledge of, Destiny fails to realise that she is half way to subspace, experiencing her first fleeting taste of that sexual and abandoned place of surrender, that mystical higher plane, that illusive state of mind nearly all submissives aspire to journey to, but only a select few ever genuinely achieve.
Realising his new charge has suddenly quietened, Master Cain notices the glazed, slightly surreal expression in Destiny's shining eyes, the serene calmness descending over her face, and is instantly aware of what has taken place. Knowing she hasn't fully flown to subspace, he lands a sharp slap on her punished pussy, bringing her back down to earth with a startled gasp, growling, "You have not earned that particular pleasure, slut!" Disorientated and confused Destiny whimpers pathetically, aware of only the very essence of herself falling back into her own body and feeling only half rational, intoxicated as she is on the inebriation of sensation, already craving a return trip to the submissive's heaven that has been so abruptly snatched from her tenuous grasp.
Destiny trembles from head to toe, her bruised and bloodied body a mass of quivering raw nerve endings, as Master Cain pulls his now spent shaft from her quaking body. At the same time Mistress Rina dismounts, releasing the dildo from her satiated pussy and jumping lithely down from the table.
She deftly unbuckles the straps of Destiny's gag, leaning over her, hissing into her ear, "Not a sound, slut!" as she proceeds to pull it free from her mouth complete with the appendage still attached. The relief is immense as Destiny tries to relieve her aching jaws by opening and closing her mouth.
Master Cain sets about undoing Destiny's restraints, allowing the blood to flow freely throw Destiny's veins, restoring some of the feeling in her previously bound limbs. Smirking, he zips up his leather trousers before unceremoniously pulling Destiny to her somewhat shaky legs. "I hope you find your accommodation satisfactory, slut!" He leads her over to the bleak, dank wall in the chamber where Destiny first set eyes on the slave-girls
Brusquely, he barks out one word, "Kneel!" Too weak to do anything else, Destiny sinks to her knees, moaning as Master Cain's booted foot presses between her thighs, "Wider, slut!" Destiny complies, her face burning with shame as her engorged clit brushes across the top of his boot, the slight friction sending the erotic longing already on fire within her into an uproar as she groans loudly. An evil smile forms on Master Cain's lips as he holds his foot still, watching this former classy lady reduced to using his leather clad foot as a humping post. Just as Destiny teeters on the precipice of her much coveted release, he deliberately pulls away, leaving her gasping for breath.
Without so much as another word to Destiny he secures the metal chain hanging down from a hook in the wall to her collar, noting as he does that her arms clasp behind her head of her own accord even before he has to tell her, there just might be some hope for her after all. With that both he and Mistress Rina imperiously sweep from the room, revelling in their own superiority, their own needs fulfilled for now, leaving Destiny to contemplate on all that has taken place.
Destiny is unaware of how long she has been in her submissive pose before a strange whirring sound brings her out of her reverie, and she raises her eyes just in time to witness a large plasma viewing screen dropping from the high ceiling directly in front of the opposite wall. Curiosity gets the better of her two likewise positioned companions, their gazes travelling up to the wide monitor just as it flickers to life. Destiny groans inwardly, she was more than aroused enough without now being subjected to the carnal cavorting of some adult movie. Her eyes, however, remain riveted to the screen, compelled to watch. Feeling like a voyeur Destiny views a curvaceous redheaded female vigorously and enthusiastically performing orally on the impressive cock of the faceless man in front of her, his jerky movements as vigorous as those of the female as he pumps deep into her throat.
As Destiny observes the action, she is disturbed to realise that there is something oddly familiar, something that she can't quite put her finger on, all leading to a distinctly odd and extremely unsettling feeling. A quick knowing conspiratorial glance passes between the two slave girls kneeling to either side of Destiny, the renewed dampness glistens between their parted thighs, making her acutely aware of her own throbbing need again.
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