Chapter 7
I gave scant attention to the preparations of Ali Haffett's arrival.
We had had visiting Arabs before, even ones that were high ranking political figures.
But Kim couldn't seem to talk about anyone else. It was Ali this and Ali that. It soon became obvious that the man fascinated her, so I began to listen more closely to her frequent praises.
Ali Haffett had become prominent during his country's bid to enter the twenty century. He was well educated, attractive, a force to be reckoned with, not only in his country but in the Middle East and according to Kim, even in America. And a reputed sports enthusiast.
The more I heard about him, the more confused I became.
Evidently he was noted as a peacemaker in politics. But his personal life was an entirely different matter.
It was reported that he kept a bevy of harem girls and reputedly kept all of them not only in constant pain, but also sexually satisfied.
That was what interested Kim the most. His sexual prowess. And his much talked about fourteen inch cock.
From the moment that his reservation arrived, Kim wanted him. She willingly took on assignments to earn being assigned to Ali when he arrive.
She was successful.
Ali Haffett arrived on schedule and Kim was awaiting him in his room as requested.
The six foot two, slender black man did not have to strain himself to see Kim upon entering his room.
She was tied to his door.
Kim's arms were tied behind her back, the rope to her hands tied to the doorknob.
But the reason he couldn't miss her was the fact that she was literally hanging over the door.
Her arms were on one side of the door and her body on the other, forcing her bent back arms that were resting on the top of the door to support her entire weight.
Which, by no lack of foresight, left her cunt at exactly the correct height for Ali's mouth. And he didn't have to search for her cunt either. It was widely spread by the simple addition of a spreader bar attached to her ankles.
Letting his escort deposit his luggage were he so desired, Ali approached the strung up Kim.
"Good evening, my dear," came out of his smiling lips as he ever so casually inspected his hung trophy.
With one very long slender finger, he probed her opened offering. "How are you today?"
"I'm ... I'm ahh fine, sir. And you?"
"I couldn't be better. So tell me," as he calmly leaned against the door frame, "how do like your position? Do you find it interesting?"
"I ... ah find it very ... ahh stimulating."
"Are you a true pain lover?"
Before Kim could answer, Mr. Haffett curled his fingers together and suddenly his entire hand was up her cunt pressing into her cervix.
"Aahhhhaaa ... yessssss."
"How delightful and how about this?"
Kim didn't know what this was, but she had no trouble registering the sudden pain that enveloped her left tit.
Eyes totally unfocused, her throat suddenly sore from the sheer volume of her scream, Kim tired to lower her head to see what had just been done to her.
A trap.
A metal, spring loaded animal trap had just been violently closed around her left tit.
A steady stream of milk was flowing from her left tit as she watched in total amazement as he proceeded to trap the right one too.
That time Kim saw it happen.
The opened trap came to her tit, held by his one hand, the other was still up her cunt.
Her nipple triggered the pad in the center. Both metal jaws dug into her tit. One clamping on the top, the other pressing up from the bottom.
It snapped shut.
Kim screamed and both breasts were squirting jets of milk into the smiling face of Ali Haffett.
He licked it off like it was the most delectable drink in existence.
"You didn't answer my question. Do you like the traps? Do they cause you enough pain?"
"Yyeessss ... I ahhh like themmm."
"Excellent. And this too?"
His hand and wrist pressed up. Firmly. Enough that he was supporting part of her weight with his hand in her cunt.
"Yyeesss ... I doooo."
"Excellent. Excellent."
And with those words, he withdrew his hand, wiped her milk off his face with a handkerchief, and finally walked into his room, leaving Kim atop the door with traps on her pain loving tits.
Within the first two minutes of meeting Ali Haffett, Kim knew what she wanted.
Him.
As she allowed the pain in her breasts to sink into her she had no problem remembering the massive lump that had formed in his slacks when she had watched him attach the second trap to her.
The stories she had heard were correct. He was massive. And within his five day stay she would have ample time to verify for herself his stamina.
After removing his jacket, tie and shirt, Mr. Haffett returned to his captive.
"What is your opinion of sports? Do you enjoy them?"
"Ssssppoortts?"
"Yes. Sports. I am fascinated by them. Or to be more correct, by the equipment involved in various sports. Like the animal traps on your breasts."
"Many people consider hunting to be a sport. They casually set out traps like these to capture unsuspecting animals. But I don't like to prey on unthinking animals. I prefer humans to sport with."
"Would you care to join me in my sporting?"
"Yyeess ... I'll dooo anything you want."
"How generous of you. You don't even know what I want, but you are willing to do what I want. How generous indeed. Perhaps I should tell you about my interests in sports."
"Several interest me. Hunting, which you've seen. Baseball. Football. Shot-put is fascinating. And of course there is riding, rowing, canoeing, archery, and weight lifting. I even enjoy darts on occasion. Still interested in joining me in my sporting endeavors?"
Kim wasn't sure if she understood all that he was implying, but if hunting meant traps on her tits, what would the others entail? Riding could mean a crop. Rowing and canoeing could be paddles. But what about the others? Only one way to find out.
"Yyesss ... I'm aahhh still interested."
"Excellent. I enjoy people who are willing to give things a sporting chance. How about we start with weight lifting? It's an ancient sporting activity, after all even the Romans used weights to strengthen the Gladiators of old. Ready to try the sport of weight lifting?"
Having a good idea of what weight lifting entailed, Kim was more than eager to start.
"Yyessss."
"Excellent. But first we have to set the hunting aside." Thus saying, he removed the traps from her breasts.
The impetuous rush of blood back to her breasts caused Kim to scream in agony. But neither of them missed her other reaction.
A dripping cunt that just happened to be in the midst of an extremely satisfying climax.
Allowing Kim a few moments to compose herself, Ali then released her.
Ten minutes later they were in room ten, dungeon level two that had been reserved for them.
"To get you warmed up for the weight lifting, I think you should start with some deep knee bends, don't you?"
Deep knee bends? Why not, she thought as she stood in the middle of the room and began to do them.
"No, no. Not like that. Spread your legs and bend. Yes, that's it. Spread them wide. Get your ass as far down to the floor as possible. Excellent. Keep doing them while I prepare your weights."
Kim did deep knee bends with her legs widely-spread, as out of the corner of her eyes she watched him pursue the contents of the room.
Up and down she went. Her ebony body began to shimmer with a coating of sweat.
"You may rest while we try these weights."
He held two ten pound weights in his hand, each was connected to a chain. Chains that could be used to pull a car. Each link was three inches long, one inch wide and weighed a half a pound each.
Ten links per chain, ten pound weights at the end of each, made a total of fifteen pounds.
Kim reached out her hands to take the weights.
"How generous. You want to hold them while I attach them. By all means, hold them for me. It will make it easier if my hands are free."
Beginning to suspect that more was involved, Kim held the two ten pound weights in her hands.
Mr. Haffett connected the end of the chain to her right nipple ring.
The weights trembled in her hands as the other chain was clipped to her left nipple ring.
There was no more suspicions as to what was going to support the weights in her hands when she began her weight lifting.
Fifteen pounds of weigh would hang from each nipple. Her pain loving body had the audacity to quiver in anticipation.
"I'll take them now."
Kim's nervous hands transferred the weights to All's hands as she tried to prepare herself for what was to happen.
She didn't succeed.
Ali dropped the weights.
Kim's tits headed for the floor.
She screamed as the pain ripped through her nipples and breasts.
Her nipples started to tear but when she reached her hands toward the weights they were stopped.
"Oh, no. That's not giving the game a sporting chance."
And before she knew what was happening, her wrists were cuffed, a clip attached and her arms were heading toward the ceiling via another chain.
As her arms headed up more strain was placed on her weighted breasts and she screamed.
"Nnnooooo ... Godddd nooooo."
Mr. Haffett saw her nipple starting to tear. Saw her entire body shake with pain and was quick to ask, "Are you begging for mercy?" He knew the rules and had no intention of being expelled.
"Nnnooooo ... ooohhh nnnnoooo."
A quick glance at the gold ribbon guard who shrugged his shoulders was all the remaining confirmation Ali needed.
He smiled. His money would be well spent.
"Then perhaps we should increase your weight lifting, hum?"
"Yyyeeesss ... aaahhhh anything."
Kim was too caught up in the pain that she loved to deny him or herself more pleasure. A ton sounded fine just then.
Mr. Haffett wasn't thinking in terms of tons, but pounds was another matter entirely.
He walked over to the collection of weights on a nearby bench and selected some more.
Two five pound weights. And five pounds of attaching chains.
"How about your cunt rings doing some weight lifting?"
"Yyyeesss ... buttt thenn fuckkk meeee. Please fuckk me."
"It will be my pleasure, my dear. My pleasure. But first the weights."
Clipping one chain to her right cunt lip, he gently lowered it until her ring accepted it.
Kim screamed.
Kim came.
He attached the other chain and weight. Kim came again.
Stripping off his slacks, he asked, "Cunt or ass?"
"IIIII donnn't ... care. Just fuckkkk me. Please fuckkkk me nowww."
He close her ass.
After all, he didn't want to get hit by the swinging weights.
Her one glimpse of his cock was all she needed. For that cock he could hang from her cunt rings if he wanted.
It was huge. And it was all hers.
The fat knob ironed out all the wrinkles of her asshole.
It sank in. And Kim went bonkers.
His cock filled her like she had never been filled before. Long. Wide. Firm. It was an instrument of total sexual pleasure.
He slammed in. He jerked out. The weights bobbed. They slammed together. They pulled her tits and cunt. And with the combination of weights and cock, she came.
Not once. Not twice. But continuously.
His hand found her pulsating clit. He massaged it. She came some more.
Then he came. Fourteen inches up her ass.
He flooded her. And she came some more.
He withdrew and was ready for some sport.
Removing the weights and chains, he set them aside and picked up the paddle and oar.
"Now to combine rowing and canoeing."
Walking to the front of her, he asked, "Which one where," as he held up the canoe paddle and the rowing oar.
"Which one to breast? The other is for your ass."
Kim had had a variety of weapons used on her body. But to her knowledge, never had she had a canoe paddle nor a rowing oar used on her. Which would be best where?
"Paddle ... my breaassts."
"As you wish."
Thus saying he motioned the gold ribbon man over. Handed him the oar then, took a good grip on the paddle.
The sound of the paddle slamming into her breasts was enough to make Kim shake with desire. But there was more than the sound.
There was the pain too.
The eighteen inch wide blade smashed her tits flat against her chest. They instantly registered the pain.
And as she was screaming out in that pain, Ali switched weapons with the gold ribbon, and the oar landed on her ass.
Paddle to her breasts.
Oar to her ass.
Back and forth they landed with Kim trapped between. And loving every blow landed.
Her tits that craved pain so much were at their limit. And still she came with each blow.
Her ass felt like it was on fire. And she came with those blows too.
Paddle tits. The oar to her ass. Over and over. They landed. She came. Twenty.
By twenty-five he stopped, set the paddle and oar aside and took up two iron weights the size of baseballs.
Baseball hadn't been invented by the time period of the Castle, but cannons had. So instead of baseball he used cannon balls for his sport.
"Now for a little backyard baseball."
Kim didn't have much of an opportunity to contemplate his words before he was shoving the iron cannon ball up her recently fuck ass.
He shoved.
She stretched.
He shoved some more and she opened.
Her ass was the proud possessor of a cannon ball.
But Ali Haffett was far from through.
That cannon ball was attached by chain to another.
It found the same home.
So did the third ball.
The three balls and chains up her ass made his cock seem tiny by comparison. Her ass was more than full. It was almost tearing.
Never had she felt so much pain.
But he wasn't through yet.
Picking up the other chains and weights, he again attached them to her nipple and cunt rings.
Twenty pounds of metal in her ass. Fifteen hanging from each tit. Ten from each cunt lip.
Forty-five pounds of weights and she couldn't stop coming.
Then it was riding time.
Ali whipped her weighted tits with the crop.
He whipped her stuffed and oar paddled ass.
He whipped her weighted cunt.
The crop landed. And landed.
Kim came and came.
Her world was pain.
Her world was a totally paradise of pain loving sexual bliss. Never had she been so totally filled, filled with pain and pleasure.
But in that she was wrong.
His cock was filling her cramped cunt.
The weights moved with each of his movements. And he was anything but motionless.
Seeking a way to show him her gratitude, she found his mouth.
It was a total kiss. A kiss to total surrender.
If, at that moment he decided to kill her, she would have been content to let him.
Tongues intertwined.
Cock and cunt were one.
Ali and Kim were one. They knew the other's needs and provided more than was required.
Knowing that she could take even more, he told the gold ribbon to whip her.
The whip landed on her stuffed ass. His cock filled her cunt. The weights pulled her this way and that.
And as she felt the kiss of his come bathing her cervix the weights were jerked from her ass. The ultimate climax filled her. Then her world turned gray. Then black.
When she came to she found herself in Mr. Haffett's room.
An immediate inventory told her the story. There wasn't a spot on her, or in her, that didn't hurt.
A moan and she curled into his warmth and went to sleep.
When next she awoke it was morning and she was delightfully filled.
Ali was buried deep within her cunt. His cock head jabbing into her womb entrance.
It filled her, rammed her, and threatened to rip her apart, like cheap cloth.
The sensation was almost too intense to bear ... except she had no choice, and so she endured it.