Chapter 6
The ride home had never seemed so long.
Stephen didn't dare unhandcuff me. I would have attacked him the instant I was free.
"You took your punishment very well Bev. Now, tell me honestly, was it punishment for you?"
I answered as honest as I could.
"When that guy touched me I thought I would die. I wanted to run, scream, yell at him to get the hell away from me. Yes, it was a very severe punishment. I can still feel him touching me. I would have rather had scorpions on me than his hand."
"I like showing my body, but only you can touch it without me becoming sick. My stomach was churning so much I thought I would throw up."
"And what about the women?"
"At first I didn't like it. But then I started to change. I began to enjoy them. I liked what they did to me, until her husband began to touch me anyway."
"So tell me, what would you consider the ultimate punishment?"
"You expect me to answer that honestly?"
"Yes. What would it be Bev?"
"Fine, you want honest, I'll give you honest."
For some reason I exploded. What I had just been through and his question made me see red.
"The worst punishment you could ever give me would be for you to die or leave me. The next worst would be another man... fucking me."
"And just so you have ample weapons to use against me in the future, I'll tell you some more."
"Seeing you fuck another woman. Having you bring me to the brink of climax then have a man touch me to shatter it. To withhold sex for an extended period of time. For you to tell me that you're having an affair. To withhold the pain that I've grown to love."
"Is that enough to chose from, Stephen? Do you need more forms of punishment to inflict upon me?"
"No, I don't need anymore, Bev."
We were silent for a while after my outburst. Each caught up in my heated words. But as the miles passed I began to calm and Stephen noticed and asked another question.
"Did you see anything at the movies that you'd like to try?"
Now there was a question that I warmed to. And the rest of the way home I told him.
We got home and Stephen removed the handcuffs so I could go to the bathroom. I emptied what needed emptying then washed the other peoples' touch from my skin.
That done I was eager to go to the workroom and collect my reward.
I stepped out of the bathroom and was attacked.
A hand slammed into my mouth to keep me from screaming out. Another hand grabbed my right wrist and pulled it behind me and jerked it up my back until I screamed with pain into the hand over my mouth.
"It felt like my arm was pulled out of its socket as my attacker dragged and shoved me down the basement stairs.
As soon as I had entered the workroom I was slammed to the floor. My breath was knocked out of me.
A knee was poked into my back as a blindfold covered my eyes.
I was surrounded by darkness as I felt my clothes being literally torn from me.
Was it Stephen, I asked myself. Or was it someone else?
Hands were forcing a gag into my mouth. I took a deep breath.
I relaxed and let my attacker have his way. I knew that smell. Stephen was the one I smelled as the hand was pushing the gag into my mouth.
I felt warm air by my ear. "If you truly want me to stop just say book. Understand?"
I understood and my head bobbed up and down.
Soon my wrists bands were around my wrists and clipped together behind my back and I was harshly flipped over onto my back.
As the blindfold darkness surrounded me I felt a coil of slender rope dropped on my heaving breasts. A moment later my attacker was using that rope to bind my tits.
Each circular wrap of the rope cut my boob further and further away from my chest. It began to swell and cool. As Stephen did the same to my other tit I continued my mock struggles to get free.
Both of us knew that I didn't want freed, but the game was exciting.
My breasts tightly bound I felt myself being pulled up by my hair. Unable to get my legs under me fast enough I screamed, dislodged the gag in my mouth, and felt some of my hair leave my scalp.
"Just shut up slut, if you know what's good for ya."
The voice didn't sound like Stephen's. It sounded cruel, harsh and alien.
I allowed myself to sink into the fantasy.
"What... what do you want?"
"You. I want you slut. I want you to scream in pain. I want to sink my huge cock in you until you rip open and bleed."
"Nnoo oh God nooo."
"Oh yea, slut. You'll scream. You'll beg and plead, but I won't stop."
I felt him snap a clip to my wrists bands.
"But I'll be fair, slut. I'll always give you a choice."
He pulled the rope toward the ceiling, my wrists followed as I bent forward at my waist.
"I'll always give you two choices and you can pick the one that I do to you."
The rope pulled some more. It felt like my arms were coming out of my shoulder sockets. I rose up on my tiptoes to help relieve the pressure.
He just pulled the rope that much tighter then tied it off. I screamed. He tied off the end of the rope.
I was anything but comfortable. But my cunt was flooding.
"Your first choice of the night: 1. I drive a needle through each of your hot nipples, or 2. I paddle your ass until it's red and bruised. What will it be, slut? One or two?"
I was so excited that I could feel my juices starting to coat my pussy and decided to test Stephen's resolve.
"Neither, you damned bastard. Let me go this instant."
"Oh, a poor choice, slut. Just for that I'll do both. Before the night is over you'll receive enough pain to write a book."
I was eager to begin and knew that he had mentioned the word book' to remind me how I could stop him.
Well, I had absolutely no desire for him to stop. At least not yet.
"You'll be the one to write a book. In prison." I let him know that I remembered the code word.
And I almost said that damned word as I felt him drive a very long needle through my left nipple.
I screamed. God, did I ever scream. My body tried to move away from the pain but the rope held me firmly in place.
I had nowhere to go, except to tip toes, which I did.
I felt it jab my skin and pop through. I felt it drilling through my inner spongy tissues, pushing and pushing until it formed a bulge on the other side before it popped out the that side with just as much pain as entering had caused.
And the other nipple was pierced just as thoroughly and painfully.
Then as my screams whirled around the room I felt a sudden stinging heat attack my tush. The paddling had begun. For the entire thirty-five strokes I screamed every word I could think of, except book.
My ass was more than sore, it hurt like hell and I loved every second of the throbbing pain that filled my hot ass. And each blow shook my pierced tits creating even more pain for me to wallow in.
Tears were flowing under the blindfold. My nose was running. My ass felt like it was on fire and my nipples atop the needles felt like they were a foot long with arousal. My juices were coating the entire surface of my taunt and trembling inner legs.
For a moment there was total silence when Stephen stopped the paddling, except for my ragged breathing. Then I heard something slide across the workbench after Stephen set the paddle on the top of it.
I turned my head to look but only saw darkness.
Blindfolds were great, I could imagine all sorts of dastardly things heading my way.
But it wasn't something all that unusual. It was another length of rope.
I felt Stephen's arms go around my waist and a moment later he was tying the rope. The knot was by my navel. He dropped the other end of the rope and it hung in front of my furry mound waiting for future use.
What would it be used for? How would it be utilized to harm me more?
"Your next choice, and I suggest you pick one, is: 1. a cane applied to your bound tits, or 2. a cane to scourge your paddled ass. What's it to be, slut?" One or two?
When had Stephen gotten a cane? What did it look like? Was it thick and stiff or thin and whippy?
Who gave a damn, he had one and it was soon to be mine. I was blubbering like a two year old but determined to get my reward for my punishment in the theater.
"Will, will you remove the needles... in my nipples if I chose number one?"
"No."
To emphasis his denial, he captured both punctured nipples in the palms of his hands and gently caressed them, but you'll have to take my word for it, it didn't feel too tolerability gently at the moment.
"The needles remain until you earn the right for them to be removed. So, what's it to be?"
Could I stand my tits caned with needles in my nipples?
One way to find out. "I chose number one."
"Great. But first I have to get you in position, slut."
What did he mean by that?
I didn't have a long wait before I knew what my new position was to be. I felt the rope attached to my waist, the knot resting just below my navel, then pulled through my legs. I felt it pulled up behind me and heard Stephen step up on the block of wood.
The rope cut into my soaking slit.
I screamed. My ass and hips headed toward the ceiling as the rope cut into my back, waist and drenched slit. My shoulders creaked and popped in protest and my ass went higher. Suddenly the rope slid to the side of my clit and I screamed some more as my ass went even higher.
When my ass was higher than my bound wrists behind me, Stephen stopped my assent.
I hung at an angle: ass and arms up, tits down and legs flopping back and forth in the air as I swayed from the ropes around my wrists and waist.
He would have no problems caning my bound and pierced tits.
And that is precisely what he did. The cane that he beat my tits with was very firm. It dug into my tits with a vengeance that brought a scream from my throat with every blow.
I almost screamed out book' each of the six times he landed the cane on the needles that pierced my tits, but I didn't.
If for only once in my life, I wanted to see just how much pain I could take. I might never get another opportunity. So I screamed. I yelled out ever know derogatory word I knew and cursed him over and over with each blow of the cane to my martyrized boobs.
After some thirty collisions to my swollen tits he stopped and offered me my next choice.
"Choice one-I fuck your ass, choice two-I fuck your cunt. Which?"
God bless Stephen, he was as horny as I was. Just the thought of his cock replacing the rope that was cutting into my slot was overwhelming.
"Ohhhh God... aaahhh ttwoo pleaseee. Please fuck my cunttt."
Stephen didn't respond in words.
I felt his hands at mine and wondered at his intent. Again I had a short wait.
He released the clip holding my wrists to the ceiling and my upper body flopped toward the floor and I sung back and forth like a pendulum, my sole support being the rope around my waist.
With my full weight cutting into my tender slot I screamed the entire time it took him to lower me to the floor by the rope around my waist.
When my knees touched the floor I didn't have the strength to use them to hold me up. Eventually I laid on my side on the floor tying to recapture my sluggish breath and to gain strength for the upcoming promised fuck.
When he pulled the rope from between my legs it felt like he took some of the skin with it. I screamed and squirmed so much from that pain that I managed to drive one of the needles in my nipples into my chest and screamed even more.
Wreathing on my stomach, Stephen used his foot to press my hip to turn me over.
Once on my hack and bound hands, he said, "Spread those legs, slut. Spread em wide and kept em spread."
I spread my legs way out to my sides and opened up my begging cunt for him to fill.
I felt the hairs on Stephen's legs brush against my inner legs.
"Raise your cunt, bitch, give me a good target to aim at."
I felt him shift positions as I raised my cunt even higher by digging my heels into the floor.
"What do you want me to do, slut?"
"Ffuck me... fuckk mmyyy damned cunttt. Please."
"Yea."
I felt the silken touch of the end of his shaft. It twitched up and down in my soaking slot then nudged into the entrance of my dark cave. He slid the crowned head in and held still.
"Pleassseee."
"Please what, slut?"
"Pleasssee fuckkk me."
I was going insane. I needed his cock to retain my sanity. My life. Who was I trying to kid? I was total lust and sex crazed passion. I didn't care if the world ended, as long as I was stuffed with his cock.
His hands and fingers dug into my paddled ass and as I was screaming from that attention he slammed his cock all the way in me and I screamed some more.
Stephen was anything but gentle as he sawed back and forth within me and I loved every second of his brutality.
I didn't want gentleness. I wanted to be totally, completely, overwhelmingly fucked.
With his third thrust I came, then continued to come with each succeeding thrust. His fingers left bruises on my ass cheeks as he held them in place for his invasion.
I considered each and every one of them my just reward. In and out, back and forth. Our sexes pounded away at each other until he released his flood and collapsed over my still coming body.
Exhausted and trembling, we squirmed into each other, trying to blend into one being.
Stephen's hands soothed my battered flesh with gentleness as my trembling finally subsided.
"Are you OK, Bev?"
"I... I'm oh God, I'm fantastic. Give me five and we can go at it again."
"You're kidding? Aren't you?"
He slipped the blindfold off me and as soon as my eyes adjusted to the light I could see concern written all over him.
"No. I'm not kidding. Not in the least. You said that if I... allowed what happened that you'd do anything I wanted when we got home. And I still want more. Much more, Stephen."
"You're absolutely sure you want to continue?"
"Positive. I want to try some of the things we saw tonight at the movies."
"Like what? Rubber bands? Clothespins? Breast rings? Or am I suppose to just pull these out of your tits and install rings?" To emphasis is question, he pulled on the needles still piercing my nipples.
I couldn't suppress my scream but as soon as I could again talk coherently, I said, "Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Just yes, to all of your questions. You promised Stephen. You promised, whatever I wanted."
"You're right I did. And you're going to get it. All of it. Starting right now."
He unwrapped himself from me and stood over me. His voice became harsh again.
"Last chance to back down Bev. What's it to be?"
"Do it, Stephen. Do it all."