Chapter 6
It was several months later and Anthony was wearing a black leather mask that fit tightly over his head, form-fitting, snug at his thick neck.
There were holes cut in the mask only for his eyes and his mouth. His nose was covered and slightly flattened by the spooky ebony latex.
The look of the naked sadist wearing only his mask gave Jacqueline the creeps. She could tell that this torture session was going to be particularly rough on her.
She was right about that. Anthony and Jacqueline were in the torture chamber at the far end of the hallways of cages in the bowels of the castle.
In the center of the torture chamber was a large wooden table with steel cuffs at the corners so Jacqueline could be chained either on her belly or her back.
"Today, my slave, you will have the honor of being my toilet," Anthony said, flashing his white teeth through his black rubber mask.
"Pardon me, sir?"
"My bladder is full."
"You want me to drink your urine?"
"And why not?"
"No reason, sir."
"You certainly don't think you are worthy of more respect than a toilet."
"No, sir."
"I should hope not. You will kneel before me."
"Yes, sir."
"Open up wide. I have to take a wicked piss and I want you to drink down every drop!" Anthony said. There was rock and roll music being pumped into the torture chamber. It sounded loud and noisy to Jacqueline. She figured that they were probably listening to a recording of Anthony Siclari himself yet she did not have the courage to ask him. He did not volunteer the information either.
Jacqueline tilted back her head and dropped her jaw as low as she could get it. She pressed her tongue against the bottom of her mouth, over her salivary gland, so it would not get in the way.
Jacqueline could feel an ache in her jaw. She was not afraid of the flavor of his urine. She was greatly looking forward to finding out what her masked sex master's piss tasted like.
After months of punishments and discipline, the little girl had been trained into the perfect sex slave. She rarely thought of herself and whenever Anthony hurt her, which was frequently, she thought only of the sadistic pleasure it gave him. She knew that he not only caused her tears, but he relished them.
The handsome man in the mask had no trouble at all opening up the floodgates. He held the base of his dick with the fingertips on his right hand.
The masked sadist missed the little girl's mouth on purpose at first and sprinkled his piss all over her face. She closed her eyes tightly so they would not get burned.
The Italian millionaire then redirected the aim of his golden showers to her mouth. The stream of fluid went right down her mouth. The pee burned the little girl's tongue and throat.
It didn't taste very good at all, but she didn't mind. The man had still never fucked her in the cunt, but he had made use of her mouth and her throat. He was pleased to discover that she already knew how to offer her throat adequately to a man's cock. She did not have to be trained as had been the case with her ability to take Anthony's rod up her poop-chute
When he was through he jiggled his dick and the last few droplets sprinkled down into the little girl's waiting mouth. She tenderly licked the last bead of piss from the tip of his cock. The second the man's bladder was empty, his cock began to grow. "How did you like that?" Anthony asked Jacqueline.
"It was an honor to drink your urine, sir," she said.
"Good attitude. Now get up on the torture table," he said.
"Shall I get on my back or my belly, sir?" she asked.
"I want you on your back. I have several presents for you."
"Master! How sweet of you," Jacqueline said eagerly.
"I want you to know how much I am in love with you," he said but his voice was as humorless and cold as ever.
Still those words went whirling around in Jacqueline's head wildly. She couldn't believe that she had heard him correctly. She got on her back on the torture table.
Anthony quickly administered the steel cuffs to her wrists and ankles so that the diminutive towhead was stringently quartered on top of that wooden slab.
"The first present I have for you is a piece of jewelry, a gold ring, in fact," Anthony said. He went to the far end of the chamber. There he picked up a golden needle, some rubbing alcohol, a ball of cotton and a gold ring.
"Where shall I wear this ring, sir?" Jacqueline inquired.
"You will wear it through your nipple," he replied.
"But how will you get it through my nipple?" she asked.
He could see that she had her eyes on that golden needle.
"Of course, slave, you will have to be pierced," he said.
The man soaked the cotton ball with alcohol and put the ball on her right nipple which he had chosen as the one to be pierced.
It stung horribly and she struggled to writhe but her bondage was so tight that she could not even do this.
He then sterilized the needle with a lit match. He pinched her nipple with his left forefinger and thumb. He then tugged the nipple. He pulled until the skin all around the feminine erection was stretched taut.
He ran the tip of the needle all around the nipple as if he were searching for the appropriate place to break the skin. He found his mark.
She screamed in agony as he pushed the needle into her nipple. He pushed slowly so that her extreme discomfort would last for a long time.
Naturally he didn't stop pushing until the needle was all the way through the nipple. There wasn't very much blood at all. Just a droplet or two of scarlet oozed from the two wounds he had opened, the entrance wound and the exit wound.
He worked the needle back and forth through that hole for what seemed like a very long time. He did not want the hole to close up on him the second he pulled the needle all the way out.
He cleansed the nipple with more alcohol and again she screamed. He then pushed the golden ring through the nipple and locked it shut.
He smiled.
"Very pretty," he said.
"Thank you, sir," Jacqueline sniffled through her tears.
"Now you are going to receive a much bigger gift," the man said.
"What more could I ask for?" Jacqueline said, forcing a smile.
"I am going to fuck your cunt now, slave," the man replied.
This was the best news she had ever heard. She could feel those hornets in her cunt again. At night she was always bound so that she could not get at her pussy with her fingers. The only orgasm she had experienced since getting to Saraniero had been the one in her ass and the clitoral release she had given herself after releasing her enema water. Other than that the pleasure had been all Anthony's.
She could feel her pussy ready to burst with desire. The man mounted her. He wouldn't have to use any jelly. Her inner cunt lips and her nipples had been freshly rouged.
He climbed on top of her right there on the torture table. For a moment the full weight of his upper torso was on her chest. Her tits were pressed flat and he was making it very difficult for her to breathe. He was pressing his loins down against hers as well. She could feel the entire length of his cock pinned between their bellies. This was the biggest dick she had ever been fucked with and she knew that the tip of his dong was going to touch places where she had never been touched before when he plowed hard into her boiling honey pot. He placed the palms of his hands flat on the table on either side of Jacqueline's extraordinarily pretty head. He had his fingers spread apart. He had his legs kicked out behind him. His knees were straight. His knees and his ankles were close together. He pressed down with the palms of his hands and lifted his chest from hers so that only her nipples were touching him. This enabled the little girl to breathe normally office again and she promptly went about the task of catching her breath. This was not easy, considering the fierceness of Jacqueline's panting.
He got up on his toes.
He lifted his loins.
The base of his cock lifted away from her bald mound. Ingrid had shaved the little girl after her last bath. She was shaved frequently because Anthony hated the feel of stubble on her mound. He liked the fact that her shaved cunt made her look a good deal younger than she actually was.
He supported the weight of his upper body with his left arm and reached back to grip his cock with his right. He guided his prick to her cunt. He rubbed her pussy lips with his piss hole. He moved his thick glans to the mouth of her fuck hole. He began to push. She moaned loudly as her pussy opened to take him. She felt the head of his cock on her cervix, and then on the back wall of her pussy. She could feel her innards stretching deliciously. He pushed all the way in and began to fuck slowly. She began to come almost immediately and she didn't stop coming until the man shot his wad against the stretched back wall of her poontang. Her pleasure was so intense during the fuck that she felt as if she were in another dimension. She felt as if she were in a place where time and space had ceased to exist. She had journeyed to a place where only sensation existed and only the intensity of sensation held any significance.
He pulled out of her and she was still moaning. Her taut muscles were jerking with post-orgasmic spasms. He told her that he was going to fuck her cunt again.
"But this time I am not going to use my cock," he said.
He crossed the torture chamber and put on a single black leather glove. He returned to the foot of the table and raised his gloved hand in front of him. He opened and closed his fingers slowly.
"I am going to fuck you with my whole fist!" he said.
He began to run his gloved fingertips up and down the insides of her thighs. She was frightened. Just as had been the case when he gave her the enema, she thought she would die if he accomplished what he said he wanted to do.
Her cunt was still swollen and soaking wet from the cock fucking it had just received. The man inserted his gloved forefinger up her cunt. He added his middle finger and then his ring finger. He put his pinky in after that, pressing his fingers tightly together.
The handsome Italian sadist withdrew his fingers and started all over again. As always, he knew that dread was an essential part of the torture.
Anthony turned his gloved palm upward toward the ceiling and pushed his middle finger up her cunt as far as it could possibly go. He kept pushing.
Jacqueline could feel the heel of the man's palm touching her clitoris. She could feel her pussy getting horny once again which surprised her.
Jacqueline was always surprising herself. Her libido never became active when she thought it was supposed to. She was always turned on by danger.
Jacqueline was always turned on by the prospect of pain. She could feel the leather-clad middle finger searching for the mouth of her womb.
Jacqueline could feel the tip of the man's longest digit finding her dimpled cervix. He pressed hard against the mouth of her womb and she cried out.
Jacqueline could feel this stimulation to her cervix causing her internal glands to secrete an extra amount of natural lubrication.
Jacqueline could feel her pussy becoming increasingly elastic as her red-hot horniness grew perhaps more elastic than it had ever been before.
Jacqueline had waited so very long for the Italian sadist to pleasure her cunt and now the black haired man was doing it in such a gross fashion.
Jacqueline could feel her breasts swelling, her nipples turning into pebbles and she began to pant so hard that she was making herself dizzy.
Jacqueline could feel the man's gloved middle finger wiggling around inside her cunt, her inner cunt lips gripping at his third knuckle.
Jacqueline could feel the man begin to pull and push his finger in and out of her juicy poontang and she had to admit that this felt quite good.
Jacqueline tried not to utter a peep during this process but she could feel a moan of pleasure bubbling up within her. She could not hold it inside.
"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she whimpered and with that the man decided to add his forefinger to the penetration. He pushed his first finger up inside her.
The Italian sadist had both fingers up her twat as far as they could go. He not only worked them in and out, but he twisted them in the process.
Jacqueline could feel the pressure mounting in her lower belly as Anthony did this to her. She could feel the ache in her abdomen growing.
Jacqueline could feel her juices dripping out of the base of her poontang down into the crack of her ass, faster than ever before.
Jacqueline knew that he was not going to stop stimulating her cunt until his entire hand was inside her juicy cooze and this thought no longer frightened her.
Jacqueline was excited at the prospect of having her quivering quim stretched to the limit or, perhaps even beyond the limit of her capabilities.
Jacqueline once again felt his fingers on her cervix. The man still had his gloved palm turned upward toward the ceiling and he bent his fingers at the knuckles.
Jacqueline could feel the man's bold and curious digits exploring the fleshy area at the roof of her inner pussy. She thought she had found nirvana.
Jacqueline felt the gloved fingers rubbing softly and then harder at the area in between the mouth of her womb and the base of her pubic bone.
Jacqueline had the feeling that the Italian sadist could make her come with this stimulation alone if he kept it up long enough. But he didn't.
Jacqueline felt him stop rubbing just as he found a bean shaped bump that was hypersensitive in between her cervix and her pubic bone.
Instead, Anthony added his ring finger to the penetration so that he had three fingers inside her lined up side by side tightly.
He rearranged his fingers so that their gloved tips formed the corners of a triangle and began to push them into her cunt hard and fast.
Jacqueline's face was red and her back teeth were clenched tightly together. She could feel her inner cunt lips being pushed in and pulled out.
Jacqueline was off into a dreamland of sensation as the man added his pinky to the violation, getting to the point where he had stopped and started over again before.
He clustered the tips of those four fingers tightly together so that instead of forming a triangle they formed the corners of a small square.
The black haired Italian sadist then moved his super-large feet on the floor so that one foot was behind the other. He made sure he was in perfect balance.
Anthony hollowed his palm and pressed the tip of his gloved thumb precisely against its center. He straightened his right arm very slowly.
The Italian sadist straightened his right arm until it was locked at the elbow and raised his right shoulder, Jacqueline could feel the pace quickening.
She could tell that she would not have to wait much longer to find out if her pussy could stretch far enough to take his entire hand.
He had positioned himself so that he could get the weight of his entire upper body behind the seemingly impossible penetration attempt.
The Italian sadist was standing so that he could use the strength in his thick, muscled thighs to help get his hand inside her tunnel of love.
He began to push with his upper body and Jacqueline could feel her inner cunt lips opening, stretching taut. She felt as if they had stretched as far as they could go.
And still the man did not have his hand inside. She would have to stretch further. Yes, the French maid could feel the pain of this stretching.
She not only did not mind the pain but she found that her pleasure and her pain had become all but indistinguishable inside her crazed mind.
Then she felt her pussy stretch just a little bit more and her cunt made a funny popping noise. Her inner cunt lips worked past his knuckles.
His hand was disappearing inside her. Her eyes were opened as far as they could go. One could see the whites all the way around the pupils.
Jacqueline could feel a great pressure behind her eyes as if those beautiful orbs were about to come popping right out of their bone sockets.
The whole hand pushed inside and Jacqueline could actually feel her inner cunt lips getting a chance to close a little bit around his wrist.
Jacqueline knew that she still wasn't done. His fingers were still straight and clustered closely together inside her. He had said fist.
He meant fist. She knew that she wouldn't truly know if she could handle this bizarre penetration until he had closed his fingers tightly.
Just at that moment the Italian sadist began to close his fingers. He didn't stop closing his fingers until they were curled under tightly.
He was making a fist inside her. He was clenching his fist so tightly as a matter-of-fact that his knuckles were white inside the glove.
The pain was extraordinary.
Tears streamed down her face.
Her mouth fell gaping open.
Her tongue flopped in and out.
She looked as if she were having a seizure.
The man was delighted with this torture and he could feel his afterglow wearing off. He could feel his balls starting to ache once again.
Anthony could feel the blood of his hot masculine passion returning to his groin. The Italian sadist's cock was once again starting to grow.
He began to twist his fist around inside her pussy and it was clear from the expression on Jacqueline's face that she no longer had a perception of reality.
Jacqueline was off in never-never land by this time!! ! !
The man pulled his fist all the way out of her pussy with the fingers still tightly clenched.
He paused and took a deep breath filling his lungs.
Then he punched his fist back inside. He pulled out. Punched back in. He pulled out and punched back in and he didn't stop until she lost consciousness from the acuteness of both her bliss and her agony!