Chapter 7
Stephen kept his promise that night and I carried the marks to prove it. Before we finally made it to bed that night he did indeed apply clothespins and rubber bands to my throbbing tits.
And as a grand finale he pulled the needles out of my nipples, tearing all of the light brown skin, and installed solid gold nipple rings. There is no way to remove them unless they are jerked out.
Then I became obsessed with having my cunt lips and clit pierced too. But he refused to do it so I let the matter drop, not easily, hut drop the subject I did.
For two weeks after that night Stephen treated me like a very fragile doll, only this time I knew it wasn't from lack of wanting to harm me. No, he still liked to he his most vicious when I was unmarked.
Bless his sole, he did fuck me like we had just invented the act and occasionally my ass or fresh capped tits would receive some very special attention.
Two months after installing my nipple rings we again went to the movies'. But we didn't go to the theater. We went to a bookstore-peep show.
I had only made the one excursion to an adult store, so I was somewhat surprised at our arrival.
I guess that I expected the people to be different or something. They weren't. They were ordinary people who just happened to enjoy literature and movies of a different mode.
With Stephen at my side I had no qualms of browsing and leafing through the materials available. And they were vast.
There were all kinds of variations when it came to human sexuality. Gay, transvestite, normal male-female, female domination, male domination, willing victims, non-willing victims, water sports, enema enthusiast, B&D, S&M, cross dressing, and so on.
I headed immediately for the B&D and S&M section with Stephen in my wake.
"Looking for inspirations?"
I gave him a smile as I scanned the bonanza before me. The male submissive section was quickly eliminated as I zeroed in on the female submissives. I even browsed through some female-female material. After all, I then knew that I had no adversity to females dominating me.
Just males.
I spent a full twenty minutes selecting three magazines before I even started looking at the books.
"Linda Bound", "Whipped Karen", "Susan's Night of Terror", and on and on the titles blurred in my brain. Each sounding delightful to me in a perverted way.
But when I finally found the willing female submissives, I gave them my full attention.
I wanted stories like myself. Willing submissives. I had no desire to read about women forced into something they didn't want. And I had ample to chose from.
It was another twenty minutes before I selected three to buy.
Then it was on to the newspapers and again I made my selections.
When I was finished, it was Stephen's turn.
A smaller room contained sexual aids'. Everything from dildos to whips. From creams to rubbers. Nipple clips to penis enlargers.
"How about these, Bev? Think you could take them clamped to your ringed nipples?"
Stephen had my full attention as he held up a pair of serrated nipple clamps with adjustable screws and connecting chain.
I gave him a challenging smile. "They look like a perfect fit."
"Gutsy enough to try them on?"
"Here?"
"Yep. Here and now."
"What about the proprietor?"
"He's in the other room. Well?"
"It's got my vote."
"That's my gal. Unbutton your blouse."
"No. You do it."
"In a rebellious mood, huh?"
"Sort of." '
Not to be denied, Stephen palmed the nipple clips and began to unbutton my blouse.
Delightful shivers went up and down my arms. My stomach gave a flip-flop and he opened my blouse and pulled the two halves aside baring my ring capped tits to all who happened to look our way.
One man did. After his eyes stopped dilating he gave me a grin that could only be called a leer of lust.
Stephen tested the spring action of the clip then snapped it on my nipple just below the ring.
I jerked and suppressed a gasp. I hadn't been expecting so much pain from the small clips. But the serrated teeth really dug in.
He attached the other one and I was more prepared for my body's reaction. Unclipping it and turning it slightly, he reattached it and stood back to admire them.
"Oh, lady, I like those on you. These are a definite purchase." Looking over his shoulder at the other merchandise, he added, "How about another chain? You know, a leash? To lead you around with?"
"Yeesss." Those clips were having a definite effect on me. All positive, I might add.
Extracting a slender golden chain from the vast selection, he turned back to me and promptly hooked the end clip onto the chain connecting my nipple rings.
He gave the chain a tug and my tits followed his hand toward the side of the room. I shuttered, then held my position as he pulled even more. Then more still.
"Attention holding little suckers, aren't they Bev?"
"Oh God, Stephen, they're... wow."
"I couldn't have said it better myself. Now, for some more shopping."
Thus saying he turned away from me to gaze over the selections, but not relinquishing any of the pressure on the chains attached to me.
Relishing my submissiveness, I remained in place, not diminishing the pressure he was exerting on me. and placed my hands behind my back.
His next selection was chrome plated handcuffs.
He didn't ask my permission. He just attached them to my hands that were behind my back.
Now I couldn't do anything even if I wanted to. But of course I didn't want to anyway. Especially when another man entered the small room and locked his eyes on my exposed, ringed, clipped and leashed chest.
I was in my element. Exhibitionism was my thing.
When next Stephen turned back to me I almost swooned.
He had cunt rings in his hand.
And a clit ring too.
He hadn't totally been opposed to my pleas. I almost shouted with glee as he told me to open my mouth to carry them.
I opened my mouth so fast my jaw crack. Then eased it shut when he placed the package of rings between my trembling lips.
One guy over in the corner rubbed the bulge in his jeans.
"Now to select a huge cock then go see some peep shows."
And select a huge cock shaped dildo he did. A double dong, the kind lesbians used. Or the kind that would stuff both whole at the same time. I was so excited that I could hardly hold still.
Laying his choices on a counter Stephen turned back to me. He buttoned my blouse, leaving the chain poking through the space between two button holes, gathered up our purchases and proceeded to lead me out of the small room by the chain attached to my nipple clips.
My legs were anything but stable as I willingly followed him to the cashier. To the other room filled with some fifteen people.
Calmly, as if we did this every day, we made our way to the cash register amid intense stares of customers and the two men behind the counter.
"Yes, sir. May I help you?"
The man's eyes never left their penetrating stare of my leash lead chest.
"Yes," Stephen said as he laid our items on the counter, "We'll take these and the handcuffs, the serrated nipple clips and chain that my wife is wearing."
"Ahh yes. The number 2619 clips?"
"I believe these bags have the numbers on them." He placed two empty bags on the counter with the other things.
"Yes, 2619 and 1345."
It was almost comical to watch the two men. Each trying to ring up or bag our purchases without taking their eyes off me. And to make matters even more interesting, Stephen continually moved the chain attached to me causing my blouse to gap open more with each movement.
Finally with our order all rung up and placed in bags, Stephen asked, "Could we leave these here while we view some movies upstairs?"
"Sure. We'll ahh keep them here behind the counter for you. Don't forget to come for them."
"Oh I don't think that is likely. Could I have some quarters?"
A few minutes later we were making our way to the back room that had the small booths and peep shows. We were in the lead of a caravan. At least eight of the men followed us there.
Stopping at the end of a corridor, we looked at the list of movies offered. There were several pictures of each movie in a framework, a number in the corner showing how to call up your choice.
"What's your choice Bev?"
"Twelve and twenty-nine."
"Right. Now to find an empty booth."
"Number six is empty," volunteered one of the men that had followed us to the room.
Sure enough six was empty. We entered it and closed the door behind us.
"Now I know why he said number six."
I looked at Stephen, not understanding his words.
"Look there and there."
I looked where he had pointed. There were two holes in the walls. One on each side of us connected with the booths on either side.
I smiled, "It's got my approval."
"Real gutsy today, aren't you Bev?"
"Gutsy enough to give them all they're hoping to see. I can hear them. There must be at least three in each booth."
"At least three, maybe more. But enough of them. Let's watch a movie."
Stephen slide a quarter in the slot, pushed it in and was turning the dial to twelve before the picture came on.
A light flickered for a moment before the picture came into focus. It was in the middle of the movie.
Two women were chained. They were naked. There arms stretched way above their heads as a man alternated whipping them with a vicious ten foot whip. Back and forth the whip flew from one gal to the other.
An ass, some ripe tits, to a striped back, the whip landed again and again on the small TV screen in our dark cubical. We could hear hustling sounds coming from the adjoining booths as Stephen reached for my blouse and began to unbutton it.
When all were undone he slipped it off my shoulders where it was caught by my arms that were still cuffed behind my back. Then with a tug he untied the knot that held my wraparound skirt on. Before it landed on the floor he caught it and laid it on top of the small TV.
I was naked, except for my rings, the clips and chains, and my sandals as I kept my eyes glued to the screen.
Setting the whip aside the man approached the two women. Taking a piece of string from his pocket he proceeded to tie their clit rings together, on a very short leash of string. They had to hold their hips way forward to keep from being harmed or from harming each other.
The man picked up the whip again.
The screen went black. Stephen fed it another quarter.
Taking me in his arms, crushing the clips into my tits, Stephen gave me an earth shattering kiss that I returned in total surrender.
"Care to see part of your audience? We could open the door too."
"Yessss dooo, it, Stephen. Do it."
I couldn't control myself. I was hot, horny. Never had I preformed in front of a hungry audience before, and now was the perfect time.
Turning toward the door, he opened it. And almost hit a man in the nose with the door.
"Excuse me, but it is kind of stuffy in there. You gentlemen won't mind if we leave the door open will you?"
I almost laughed It was so comical. Of the three men I could see, two of them had their cocks out and were flagitious pumping them up and down.
Why in the hell would they object? Instead of imaginations they could see the real thing.
Me. A submissive female submitting to her man.
"Perhaps you could help us by keeping the quarters coming? The little wife likes to watch while I have some fun."
I did laugh at that as coins dropped on the floor in their haste to comply.
Then Stephen turned back to me and all laughter vanished and lust reappeared instantly.
I was hot. Just the bit of pain in my clipped tits was keeping me higher than a kite in an April wind.
Unzipping his pants, Stephen sat on the small shelf in the corner of the booth and pulled me to him. I straddled his legs and sank down on his hard cock as one of the men slide a quarter in the slot.
Using one hand to jerk and pull the chain attached to my tits Stephen used the other to drive my clit wild as I alternated watching the TV and the men surrounding us.
The man in the movie was again whipping the women and with each stroke landed they pulled and jerked the hell out of their tied together clits. There screams and moans blended with mine as Stephen got into his stride
His cock slammed into me. His hand pulled the shit out of my tits. I was hot.
One guy standing at the door shot his spunk, several drops landed on my right knee and seemed to burn it. A cock poked through the hole in the wall to our left. Another guy fed in quarters.
The guy in the movie was stuffing a double dong up both women's cunts after removing the string attaching their clits. And...
I was coming. I couldn't stop it if I wanted to. I was over stimulated. The movie, Stephen, our audience. It was too much. I crashed again and again.
Stephen kept pumping away with his cock, kept jerking on the chain. I screamed. Another guy at the door sprayed his white juices, the puddled at my curled up toes.
I kept coming. Stephen's breathing became labored and a moment later my happy cunt was milking him like a starved kitten. My fingers dug into Stephen's stomach. The third guy's spunk shot up into the air and landed on the door. The TV scream went black.
"Feeeeedddd inn a quarterrrr," I screamed and two of the guys battled to do so.
The two women, still connected by the double dong, were pressed together as the guy fucked one of them up the ass while trying to still whip the other one.
Stephen finally began to relax. He stopped jerking on my chain and began to gently caress me as I slid back to a more normal mode of breathing.
As he brushed some hair away from my ear, Stephen whispered, "How about a hit of discipline for our audience to see while I get it up again?"
"Yyyeeessss. Anything... as long as theyyyy don't touch me."
"You got a deal."
Stephen helped me stand, wiped off his cock with the tissue provided by the establishment, then walked to the men standing at the door.
The movie was at the beginning, showing the credits, thus not real interesting so I gave my attention to Stephen and the men.
"The wife is up to a bit of discipline and you are more than welcome to watch. There is only one condition. No one can touch her. If you want you can whip her with whatever's available, but no one can touch her otherwise. Agreed?"
They can whip me? Well, why not. As long as they don't touch. Besides, it might be interesting.
The men were in total agreement and a scant time later I was rearranged to Stephen's satisfaction.
My handcuffs had been removed then refastened in front of me after looping them over the door closer at the top of the door. My back and ass were in the narrow hallway, my head inside the booth so I could watch the TV that was starting to get interesting again as it showed the man chaining the women to the overhead beam in preparation of whipping them.
"Spread your legs Bev."
I spread them as far as I could as the man in the movie began to whip the women.
One of the men slipped into the room, brushing me in passing.
"Don't touch meeee."
"Sorry mam. I'll be more careful. Sorry."
He slid in and sat on the small bench in the corner of the booth. He placed a small pile of quarter on top of the TV with one hand as with the other he gathered up the end of the chain hanging down from my tits. He curled it around his hand giving a slight tug to my nipples.
I shivered. I liked the additional pain and he wasn't touching me.
Pull all you want buster, I thought, just keep your grubby hands to yourself.
He did. With one hand holding and occasionally pulling on the chain, he used the other to extract his cock from his pants.
It was a nice looking cock. Not as long as Stephen's but wider and thickly veined.
I turned back to_ the screen.
The man was using some sort of leather paddle on the women. It had a handle and a wide 8 shaped striking surface with multiple holes cut into the surface. It created quite a loud sound as it crashed into first one ass then the other.
Then my ass was struck.
Turning my head I saw Stephen pull back his hand. It had his belt in it. The belt that had just connected with my tipped back tush.
"Yyeessss."
I wiggled my ass in invitation. The invitation was accepted. The belt landed again. Quickly followed by another on to my tingling back.
A quick look told the story. Another man had stripped his belt out of his pants too and was using it on me.
"Yyeessss. Whipppp meee. Everyone whippp meee."
Two belts landed simultaneously. The man in the booth jerked on my chain.
"Yyeessss. Doooo ittt."
I didn't know which way to turn: toward Stephen and the men whipping me, to the man pulling my chain or to the TV where the guy was really laying into the women's asses with the leather covered paddle.
I tried to do all three at the same time. My head flew all over the place. My hair became miniature whips as it flipped back and forth, over this shoulder, over that one, to look down at the man's hand manipulating my chain, to the TV.
Crack, crack, crack landed almost at the same time behind me. Another had joined the game.
"Yyeesss... whippp meee... make meee commmmee."
One belt curled around, the end striking my pulled left tit.
"Yyeesss... "
I was being attacked from all sides and loving each second, each stroke, each pull. One guy behind me got inventive. A belt came smashing up to squash my dripping cunt.
"Yyeessss whipppp my dammmed cunttttt to shreds."
I couldn't help my pleading. I was hot. So damned hot.
Forcing my eyes back to the screen I noticed that it was where I had started, so I screamed for the man in the booth to switch to channel twenty-nine. He did.
Four belts landed at the same time: two to my ass, one up to my cunt and the forth to my shoulder blades. I screamed for them to do it some more as the guy in the booth pulled the shit out of my nipples.
The new movie was set in the woods. Three men were whipping a woman who was strung up to a tree. They were using bundles of tree branches with the leaves stripped off. One was beating her tits, one her ass and the third up and down the insides of her legs with an occasional one landing on her opened cunt.
"Turn her around so we can beat her tits," came from one of the men.
"No, she wants to watch the movie," replied Stephen as three more belts landed on my ass and hack.
"We can open these doors and she can watch any damned one she wants."
"Better yet," another voice added, "we can cuff her to that light fixture in the ceiling and open all the damned doors for her to watch while we can get her from all sides."
"Yea, do it man. Then we can all get at her."
"OK," came from Stephen, "everyone stop for a hit and we'll rearrange her."
My tormentors stopped as in the movie the three men were turning the woman so one of them could fuck her while the others heat her.
Stephen reached up and unlocked my handcuffs and pulled me out of the booth. There was only one hitch: the man in the booth hadn't been listening and he pulled one of the clips off my tit.
I screamed to high heaven as the delicate brown flesh was cut by the serrated teeth of the clip. And before my scream diminished in volume I was coming like never before.
I had all the ingredients: Stephen, pain and an audience.
But I wasn't allowed to wallow in my pleasures. My wrists were jerked up so fast my shoulder joints cracked as my hands were fastened to the overhead light fixture.
No more than my hands were out of the way and a belt was smashing into my tits. I screamed and just kept coming. Over and over. I went up one crest only to climb yet another one. I was coming continuously.
I didn't care what happened to me any more. This was it. The ultimate climax.
About to become lost in a void I heard a different sound and was curious enough to look around. All of the doors leading down the narrow hallway were slammed open. If they happened to be occupied, tough shit. But the guy and one gal didn't seem to really mind when they got their first view of me strung up in the hallway getting the shit beat out of me by at least seven guys, including Stephen.
I became selfish as hell. I wanted it all. My eyes flashed from TV screen to TV screen, from on person to the next.
"Beeeaaatt meeee... makeee meee commme some more."
Belts landed all over me: tits, stomach, legs, ass, back, every place they could reach. One guy even had a leather covered cane that he kept smashing into my pain loving tits over and over again.
Stephen reattached the clip to my torn nipple and handed the connecting chain to another guy who seemed very determined to pull it off yet again.
Do it, buddy, rip it off again and again, I thought as the teeth cut into my nipples with every tug of his hand. And his hand was moving fast. He had wrapped the chain around his hand and was giving himself one fine handjob. And every time he pulled to the bottom of his prick he jerked my chain.
"Yyeessssss... doooo itttt allll... beattt me."
I was twisting all over the place. First on one foot then the other as they attacked me from all sides, up and down. The blows landed all over me. I didn't know where I would feel them land next.
Yes, more people whipping me was VERY interesting and the results were fantastic as I was kept on a constant high.
There was no longer anyone in the booths. AH the doors were open and I could see people fucking, sucking, women being beaten. I didn't know where to look. Everyone was pushing everyone else aside trying to get at my body. And I loved it. Every second. Every blow. Every dirty word they were saying.
Cocks were all out of pants. I saw at least a dozen of them throbbing up and down, twitching between the teeth of zippers.
The one other woman had her hands buried deep in her muff as her companion massaged the hell out of her tits.
I heard paper rustling and a moment later some guy was waving a dildo in front of Stephen's face. "Let me fuck her with this, man. That should really make her go bonkers."
"No. No man can touch her but me."
"Shit. Well then how about that one?" as he pointed at the other woman.
"That's her decision." Turning to the other woman Stephen told her, "Bev doesn't mind other women touching her. Do you want to fuck her with the dildo or do something else?"
"I... hell yesss. I'll do it. Give me the damned dildo."
The woman walked toward me like a very determined person. She held the dildo up to my face. "Which hole you want it in?"
"Mmmyyyy cunnnttt... please mmmyyyy cunnnnttt."
She didn't need a second invitation. She dropped to her knees and slammed the dildo up me so fast I rose up on my toes as the various weapons slammed into me.
I screamed in total lust. And came even faster.
On one screen a gal was being fucked by two guys. On another the paddle wielding man had changed to a crop. And on and on the different scenes filled my eyes as my audience filled my flesh with the pain I craved.
My cunt was extremely happy. But my asshole was jealous as hell.
"Fuucckkk meee Stephennnn... fuck my asssss."
I saw him hand his belt to some guy who immediately landed it on my pulled tits. Stephen stepped around me and a moment later his cock was entering my willing ass.
A dildo up my cunt. Stephen's cock up my ass. And eight guys whipping belts and a cane on my body. How can I describe it? I can't. It was out of this world. Then the woman knelling between my legs brought her tongue to my throbbing clit and I went ape shit.
I screamed for them to beat me. I twisted as much as I could to get it from all directions. Belts, a cane, dildo and a cock became my world.
And a very stimulating world it was. My eyes could hardly make out the different movies playing away around me as the men kept them going with quarter after quarter.
My hands were turning blue as the cuffs cut into them with every gyration I made. Half the time they were my sole support as my legs were anything but sturdy with the attention I was getting.
I think that at that moment I truly wanted the rest of my life to continue as it was then. The pain, my audience, the dildo in my cunt, the woman's lips sucking away at my clit and Stephen pounding away up my ass. Streams of cock juice was splattering all over me. I couldn't stop coming.
Both clips were ripped off my nipples. I screamed and came even harder. I begged Stephen to refasten them so the guy could do it again.
And they did.
Only Stephen and the woman touched me with their hands. But all of them got a part of me. The belts and cane rained down on me like individual drops coming out of a shower head. They covered me.
The pain sank in deeper as the belts overlapped previously whipped areas and I climbed another plateau of pain and pleasure.
Twice the woman screamed as one of the guy got her instead of me, but she didn't stop the dildo's movements nor her sucking mouth.
Then Stephen was coming up my ass. Squirt after squirt filled me until he pulled away to catch his breath.
He had no more moved away than the belts were again landing on my eager tush. I wiggled it and more landed.
I shook my tits and they too got ample attention with belts and the clips were again ripped off.
I was hardly coherent, as I begged them to hit me again and again. They were more than willing to do as I pleaded.
Come landed on my legs. My ass. Some shot all the way up and landed in my hair.
Then suddenly the woman pulled away and screamed, "Someone fuck mmmmeeee."
By the time I looked down two guys were buried deep within her. One up her ass the other pounding away in her cunt as her legs flopped on the floor and yet another man knelt at her face. A second later she swallowed his cock.
Slowly the belts stop coming as frequently. I had lost some of my audience as they watched the fuckers on the floor.
I looked around. Three guys were slumped against a wall. Limp cocks hanging out of zippers. Two others and Stephen were still beating me. I couldn't see anyone else, except the four on the floor. Some must have left.
I looked down at my tits. Both nipples were bleeding and every inch of my huge tits was covered with marks. Suddenly I had had enough.
"Ssstttopp... aahhh stop... enoughffff."
Three more landed, then that was it.
Guys stood around me. Belts hanging from hands just as limp as the cocks hanging out of zippers. The group on the floor came to a shuttering halt.
It was over.
The men, looking quite sheepish, began to depart. Each leaving a pile of quarters resting on the closest TV.
The guys stood up from the woman as she lay panting on the floor. Only the one she came with stayed with her and held her in his arms as she slowly calmed.
Then there were only the four of us. Stephen, the other couple and me. And twenty-four TVs flickering away down the hallway.
Stephen produced the key and unlocked my handcuff. I lowered my arms and almost cried when the blood rushed back to my arms and hands as I buried my face in Stephen's chest.
"I'll go get some wet paper towels from the john. I'll be right back."
The other man gave the gal a kiss and walked away. The woman sat up and leaned against the wall.
"Do you do this sort of thing often," she asked.
"Would you believe it's the first?"
I could tell by her expression that she didn't believe me. "If you say so. What prompted it anyway? It didn't look like you were in disagreement."
"I ahh I wasn't. It ah just happened."
"Do you always carry around handcuffs on the off chance that you'll feel like getting the shit beat out of you from nine guys?"
"No. As a matter of fact, we just bought them downstairs a while ago. But I've ah been addicted to receiving pain for some time."
"I can understand that, if you react the same way you did here. That's one damned active cunt you've got lady. I've never had one that came so fast. Hell," she began to laugh, "If you aren't dehydrated it's a miracle. I haven't gotten that much juice out of five women before."
For some reason we all found her words to be very funny and were laughing our heads off when the guy returned with the wet paper towels and asked what was so funny. Which naturally made us laugh even more.
It was some time before Betty, the other woman, and I were clean enough to don clothes again. But when we did the four of us left together.
We picked up our bag of purchases and walked out to the cool night.
It seemed quite natural that the four of us went to a nearby cafe to grab a drink and a bite to eat. And it was even more natural that our talk turned to the subject of sex.