Chapter 4
"Good morning, I hope you had a restful sleep," Mistress Felicia said.
"Uhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhh." the sexual submissive said.
"Oh, I forgot. I have deprived you of your speech, haven't I?"
"Uhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh," Betty mumbled pathetically. "Let me get that ring out of your tongue," Mistress Felicia said.
"Uhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhh," the sexual submissive said.
"There we go. I will also remove the spikes from your breasts and nipples."
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, my tongue," the sexual submissive said.
"Good, you can speak a little bit," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yessss," Betty said. Her words sounded wet. Almost a lisp.
The ravaged housewife's tongue was EXTREMELY swollen.
"Let me help you over to the torture table," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, so much pain, so much pain," the sexual submissive said.
"Your abuses here in the room of pain are only beginning," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ow ww www ww, owwwwwwww," Betty moaned with helplessness and despair.
"You are going to get on the torture table on your back."
Betty did as she was told without offering any protest.
"That's it, stretch out on your back on the wooden slab."
Betty stretched out until she was completely prone on the slab. Her arms were at her sides and her legs were pointed toward the foot of the torture table. Betty's knees were locked in the straight position and her knees and ankles were close together. The ravaged housewife's toes were pointing upward toward the ceiling of Mistress Felicia's underground torture chamber. Betty's body was already severely marked with the abuses she had already received in that room of horror.
"You are going to be spread-eagled," Mistress Felicia said.
"I figured as much, Mistress Felicia," the sexual submissive said.
"You are going to be stretched out on the slab," the sexual dominant said.
"Yes."
"You see that there are thickly linked chains at the table's corners?"
"Yes, Mistress Felicia."
"Those chains are connected to steel cuffs," Mistress Felicia said. "I can see that."
"Those cuffs have sharp teeth on their insides," Mistress Felicia said. "O my."
"They are going to bite into your wrists and ankles," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Betty moaned with a fresh rush of despair.
Mistress Felicia grabbed Betty hard by her slender left wrist. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch gripped at the gorgeous submissive's wrist so hard that the tortured woman could tell she was being bruised by the leather nun's fingertips. The exhausted sex slave felt as if she were caught in a bear-trap.
Mistress Felicia then pulled Betty's left arm back over her head toward the appropriate corner of the torture table and the appropriate cuff. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch pulled at the gorgeous sub-missive's arm so hard that the tortured woman thought her shoulder was about to be pulled right out of its socket. Mistress Felicia pulled so hard at Betty's southpaw wing that Betty was sure the bones were going to break at any second, at either the wrist or the elbow. The ravaged housewife could feel her left arm being pulled taut so that the elbow was locked in the straight position.
Mistress Felicia then clamped the toothed cuff around Betty's wrist and locked that cuff in place. Tight.
"Owwwwwwww, owwwwwwww, owwwwwwww," the sexual submissive said.
Betty could feel the teeth biting into her wrist. Mistress Felicia locked the steel cuff around Betty's slender wrist as tightly as she could get it.
It did not take the gorgeous submissive long to figure out that the toothed steel torture cuff was gripping at her wrists so tightly that it was completely cutting off the circulation of blood to her hand.
Betty could tell without looking that the tips of her fingers were turning a deep purple color. The ravaged housewife could tell that the tips of her southpaw digits were turning, at that moment, the same color s the head of a man's cock when he possessed a full-fledged erection. Betty could feel pins and needles in the tips of her fingers.
The ravaged housewife was smart enough to know that she was not going to be able to feel those pins and needles for very long. The exhausted sex slave knew that soon she was not going to be able to feel anything at all in the tips of her fingers, or the rest of her fingers, or the rest of her hand for that matter. The exhausted sex slave knew that it was only a matter of time before her fingers were rendered unadulteratedly feelingless by the stringent steel bondage Mistress Felicia was administering so cruelly. Betty tried to wiggle her fingers at the knuckles but discovered to her dismay that she could only do this with an ever increasing amount of difficulty. Betty's knuckles were getting stiffer and stiffen The beautiful subservient knew that soon she would not be able to wiggle them at all.
Betty knew that soon her fingers were going to be both feelingless and motionless due to Mistress Felicia's steel bondage.
Betty could see Mistress Felicia circling around the torture table, taking long strides. Betty could see that there was an animalistic grace in Mistress Felicia's gait. Mistress" Felicia moved like a wild animal in the jungle who was encircling her helpless prey. That was very much how the tortured woman felt at that moment, like the leather nun's helpless prey.
Betty screamed again as Mistress Felicia repeated the bondage process with her right arm. The second cuff was snapped into place. Soon Betty couldn't feel any more in her right hand than she could in her left. Soon Betty discovered that all ten of her fingers were rendered immobile by the bondage.
Mistress Felicia then moved to the foot of the torture table. Betty still had her knees and her ankles close together-although the gorgeous submissive correctly assumed that the sexual dominant was not going to allow her legs to stay close together for very long.
Mistress Felicia jackknifed at the waist and reached down to grab both of the gorgeous submissive's trim ankles simultaneously.
As the sexual dominant folded at the mid-section in this fashion her tits dangled downward from her chest above the half-cups at the top of her black leather corset. She could feel her tits being made to look larger than usual because the force of gravity was in their favor.
Mistress Felicia gripped at Betty's ankles so hard that her knuckles whitened. Mistress Felicia then pulled the gorgeous submissive's shapely gams apart in one fell swoop, with a single outward sweep of her muscular arms. Betty could feel her shapely gams being pulled open first to a ninety-degree angle, to a perfect right angle, and then past a right angle to an obtuse angle.
"Open up, baby," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh," the sexual submissive said.
Betty could feel her legs being pulled open so far that her pussy lips opened along with them. The ravaged housewife could feel the same thing happening to her ass cheeks down below. Mistress Felicia quickly cuffed Betty's ankles into place at opposite corners of the foot of the wooden slab. The exhausted sex slave could feel the steel cuffs hurting her ankles severely, especially at the insides, at the ankle bones. Betty could see her toes turning purple. She lost the ability to wiggle her toes. Betty soon lost all sensation in her feet. Betty found that she could not move a muscle. She could tense and relax her muscles, but she couldn't move any of them. Betty found that the only part of her body that she would still move was her head. She could lift the back of her head off of the torture table, and she could turn her face from side to side if she wanted to. But the gorgeous submissive discovered that this took a lot of energy-more energy than it was worth, Betty concluded. The exhausted sex slave correctly assumed that she was going to need all of the pooled energy she could muster before the S and M sex session was complete. Mistress Felicia crossed the room and fetched her dildo. Betty could see that the dildo was made out of black rubber. It was long and thick. Betty could see that the dildo was over ten inches long.
"Oh my God," Betty said. "I understand that you like a big cock," Mistress Felicia said. "Yes."
"I understand that you like a big BLACK cock," Mistress Felicia said. "It's true."
"Well, you are going to get this one right inside your cunt."
"Ohhhhhhhh."
In spite of the abuses that Betty had already suffered, she could feel her old masochistic libido kicking in. She felt the pain of those steel teeth biting into her wrists and her ankles, and she looked at that long thick dildo, and she could feel the hor-niness starting in her cunt.
She became swollen.
Wet.
Betty could feel her clitorises role as the center of her womanly pleasure being usurped by a new magic spot deep inside her cunt.
She could feel the new focal point of her deep-vaginal desires forming on the upper roof of her inner cunt.
Betty could feel the new center of her feminine desires forming very close to her puckered cervix, a fraction of an inch from the very mouth of her womb.
Betty could see that Mistress Felicia's dildo had three elastic straps attached to it so that Mistress Felicia could put it on around her hips and wear it as if it were a real cock. She put the dildo on and adjusted the black rubber base so that it was covering the top of her cunt gash. There were little rubber bumps at the base of the sexual dominant's dildo, little rubber bumps which looked very much like those one might expect to find covering the surfaces of a ping-pong paddle, and those bumps would caress Mistress Felicia's clitoris to orgasm if she fucked long enough with the ebony pole.
Mistress Felicia climbed right up on top of the torture table.
Their tits pressed together.
Betty could feel Mistress Felicia's leather corset touching her belly.
The ravaged housewife could feel the tip of Mistress Felicia's rubber dildo poking at the inside of her right thigh.
Mistress Felicia supported the weight of her upper torso with her left hand exclusively. She reached back with her right hand and made a tight fist around the stem of the dildo.
Mistress Felicia used her right hand to guide the tip of the latex lance to Betty's pussy gash.
Mistress Felicia used the tip of the dildo to caress Betty's love button for a moment or two.
The beautiful subservient could feel her clit being rolled in a series of slow, sensuous circles by the sexual dominant's dildo.
Betty thought this felt very good-but it was no longer what she wanted most of all.
Betty was just as anxious as Mistress Felicia to get that rubber pole inside her pink hole.
Mistress Felicia then ran the tip of the dildo up and down the entire length of Betty's cunt slash.
The criminally insane dominatrix bitch did this for several reasons.
For one thing, it felt good for both of them. But, more importantly, the leather nun wanted to cover the molded rubber head of the dildo with a plentiful layer of Betty's natural lubrication. Mistress Felicia knew that the initial penetration of Betty's cunt was going to be easier for both of them if both the pole and the hole were wet and slippery.
Mistress Felicia then moved the head of the dildo down to the base of Betty's cunt slash, poising the head at the mouth of the gorgeous submissive's fuck hole.
The criminally insane dominatrix bitch wiggled her ass cheeks from side to side and worked the tip of the dildo in between the curled back edges of Betty's protruding inner cunt lips.
Mistress Felicia then tensed the muscles in the cheeks of her ass and pressed her buttocks together as tightly as they would go.
The criminally insane dominatrix bitch made her ass cheeks as hard as a pair of rocks.
Mistress Felicia pressed her buttocks together so tightly that the world's's strongest man would not have been able to pry them apart even if he were allowed to use a crow bar.
Mistress Felicia took a deep breath and completely filled her lungs with air. She began to push down with her ass. Betty could feel the pressure on her pussy increasing.
Betty concentrated all of her attention at that moment on relaxing the muscles on either side of her vulva.
Mistress Felicia pushed a little harder and the tortured woman could feel her pussy opening.
Slowly and steadily the mouth of Betty's fuck hole opened until the orifice was gaping. Betty could feel her pussy flesh stretching taut. Betty's cunt flesh felt as if it were about to tear wide open.
Even in retrospect, the gorgeous submissive thought her cunt really would have torn if Mistress Felicia's dildo had been a millimeter or two thicker than it was.
The head of Mistress Felicia's dildo pushed right up inside Betty's cunt.
Mistress Felicia kept pushing. Betty could feel the tip of the dildo striking her cervix, which caused her a massive rush of pleasure. Betty could tell that Mistress Felicia was not going to have to fuck her juicy cunt for very long at all with that long thick dildo to make her come.
Betty could feel the tip of the dildo touching the rear wall of her pussy.
The ravaged housewife was both frightened and excited about this sensation.
The exhausted sex slave was thrilled because it meant her pussy was completely filled.
The beautiful subservient was frightened because she knew there were still several inches of dildo at the base of the black rubber shaft remaining to be inserted. Betty, at that point, knew that her pussy was going to have to stretch as far as it could go, inside and out, length-wise and width-wise, to accommodate the bulk of the leather nun's ersatz pecker. Mistress Felicia shoved the remainder of the dildo into the gorgeous submissive's pussy.
The ravaged housewife could feel her inner cunt lips gripping desperately at the rubber sword at the hilt. Betty could feel the tip of the dildo pushing right up into her soft underbelly. Betty could feel the tip of the bogus boner pushing into the very core of her womanhood.
Betty could feel herself being touche in places she did not even know she had. The ravaged housewife could feel herself being touched in places she would have previously sworn up and down could not be reached from the outside. Betty felt as if she were completely impaled-just like a pretty butterfly on a pin on display beneath glass in a museum somewhere.
Betty was hoping that Mistress Felicia would start her in and out fucking motion right away but, as it turned out, Mistress Felicia had other ideas concerning this subject.
Mistress Felicia continued to press downward with her femininely round lower torso in spite of the fact that the dildo was already all the way inside the tortured woman's cunt.
Mistress Felicia gyrated her hips. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch moved her femininely sloped loins in a series of slow sensuous circles.
Mistress Felicia used the head and the stem of the dildo to stretch Betty's inner cunt lips and the inner walls of the gorgeous submissive's pussy in every direction.
"Please," the sexual submissive said.
"Please what?" Mistress Felicia said.
"Please fuck!" the sexual submissive said.
"All in good time, my little pretty," Mistress Felicia said.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Betty, Mistress Felicia began to withdraw. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch pulled upward with her tensed hips. The bitch once again jackknifed at the waist. To the gorgeous submissive's dismay, Mistress Felicia withdrew every bit as slowly as she had originally penetrated that cunt. Mistress Felicia pulled upward a fraction of an inch at a time, and she did not stop until just the very tip of the dildo was remaining between the tortured woman's cunt lips. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch left just enough of the rubber pole inside the cunt to keep the inner cunt lips from slamming shut. Mistress Felicia then took another deep breath and again filled her lungs. She grunted out all of the air simultaneously and sent a blast of hot wind into Betty's face. At the same time, the sexual dominant stabbed down as hard as she could and she drove the entire length of the dildo into Betty's cunt in one fell swoop. Betty could feel her eyes opening so wide that the whites were visible all the way around the irises. Betty could feel a great pressure behind her eyes. Her eyes were bulging and bugging. There was a frightening moment or two when Betty thought her eyeballs were going to come popping right out of their bone sockets. This, of course, did not happen. As it turned out, Betty was more stunned than injured by the sudden violation of her cunt. Betty had simply not been aware of the fact that it was possible for her cunt to go from being completely empty to being completely full with that kind of extraordinary rapidity. Imagine that, Betty thought to herself, another woman is teaching me, a married woman, about fucking. It struck the gorgeous submissive as intensely ironic. Betty could tell that there was a good chance Mistress Felicia was going to make her come more than once with that dildo. Betty was already starting to suspect that Mistress Felicia might make her come more times than she could possibly count. Betty was starting to think that Mistress Felicia and her black rubber dildo were going to teach her just what multiple orgasms were all about.
Mistress Felicia began to fuck. She used only a portion of the dildo shaft with each stroke at first.
But the sexual dominant steadily increased the length of her humping strokes so that she was using the whole dildo with each plunge, pulling almost all the way out before stabbing back inside.
The criminally insane dominatrix bitch moved her hips from side to side almost as much as she moved them up and down at first.
She used the tip of the dildo to thoroughly explore the inner nooks and crannies of Betty's cunt.
But Mistress Felicia steadily straightened her fucking motion as she picked up the tempo of the hump.
Betty could feel her inner cunt lips being savagely pushed and pulled by the girth of the fake pecker.
The ravaged housewife could feel the friction caused by this movement inside her cunt enhancing her pleasure.
Betty could feel her pleasure growing in leaps and bounds toward the saturation point. Mistress Felicia stabbed in very hard.
"You are starting to get into it?" Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, it feels so good," the sexual submissive said.
Betty's voice was still funny because of the hole in her tongue.
"I can feel the tension building within you," Mistress Felicia said.
"You are going to make me come, ohhhhhhhh," the sexual submissive said.
"Yesh, do it, go with that feeling," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel it happening now, Mistress Felicia," the sexual submissive said.
"Tell me. What is happening? What is happening?" Mistress Felicia asked.
"You are making me come inside my cunt!" the sexual submissive said.
"Good."
"I can feel the explosions ripping through my body," the sexual submissive said. "Yes,"
"I can feel the pleasure of the deep-vaginal orgasm affecting each and every one of my nerve-endings, with the exception of those in my hands and feet where I cannot feel anything at all because of the stringent bondage," the sexual submissive said.
"Excellent."
The come was short and sharp and when it was over Betty realized immediately that it had done nothing to stifle her need to be fucked.
The exhausted sex slave found that, if anything, she wanted to get fucked more after her come than she had before.
The ravaged housewife could feel her horniness continuing to mount.
The beautiful subservient came a second time after a few more fuck strokes and she was pleased to find that her second come was even longer and more intense than her first had been.
"FUCK!"
Mistress Felicia rubbed her clit hard against the base of the dildo.
Mistress Felicia was fucking faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, into the gorgeous submissive's poontang. Betty came a third time. The ravaged housewife was forced to stop counting her comes after the third one.
Numbers no longer mattered to the tortured woman. Only the intensity of Betty's sensations mattered to her.
The beautiful bound woman figured-in retrospect-that she probably would not have been able to count all of her orgasms even if she had been in the mood to try.
She discovered that her extraordinarily powerful orgasms were snapping off inside her loins at a frightening rate.
She could feel her comes beginning to blend together-so that it was harder and harder to tell them apart.
She could feel it getting to the point where the last spasm of one come coincided with the initial convulsion of the following climax.
Betty could feel her deep-vaginal orgasms becoming all but indistinguishable inside the reeling gray matter of her brain.
Indeed, it got to the point where the gorgeous submissive felt more like she was having one seemingly never-ending orgasm rather than a bunch of shorter climaxes all strung closely together like strung popcorn around a Christmas tree, which happened to be the case.
Betty knew one thing for sure. Her orgasms were not going to stop snapping off inside her loins until Mistress Felicia finished fucking her-and the sexual dominant was not going to stop her in and out humping motion until she had successfully jerked herself off against the base of the ersatz pig-bone.
That moment was growing near.
Mistress Felicia was fucking very close to as hard and fast as she could.
"Ohhhhhhhh, my clit has grown so big," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I cannot seem to stop coming!" the sexual submissive said.
"My clit feels ready to burst!" Mistress Felicia screamed.
"I am coming again and again!" the gorgeous submissive hollered.
"My clit has grown to three times its normal size!" Mistress Felicia said.
"I do not even know how often I have come," Betty said.
"My clit is so big right now against the base of the dildo that it must look more like the head of a baby boy's cock than like the focal point of a dominatrix bitch's feminine arousal," the leather nun exclaimed happily.
Mistress Felicia could tell that she and the tortured woman were in the homestretch of the lesbian coupling.
The criminally insane dominatrix bitch could tell that she was going to make herself come clitorally.
Yes, the sexual dominant could feel it starting to happen. All of the leather nun's muscles were tensed and straining.
Mistress Felicia was fucking up and down so hard and so fast that her fleshy ass cheeks were a mere blur to the naked eye.
Mistress Felicia shifted her hips into high gear-and then into overdrive. Mistress Felicia could hear Betty's cunt making wet sucking noises as the black rubber ersatz dong moved in and out as fast as the speed of sound. The ravaged housewife figured that she would most certainly hear a sonic boom if Mistress Felicia fucked her any faster.
Betty's cunt sounded like this:
Squish.
Squash.
Squish.
Squash.
Squish.
Squash.
"OHHHHH, I CANNOT STOP COMING, OHHHHHHHH, I CANNOT STOP COMING, MISTRESS FELICIA, MISTRESS FELICIA, I AM COMING AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN, OWWWWWWWW, IT FEELS SO GOOD THAT IT HURTS, OWWWWWWWW, IT FEELS SO MOTHERFUCKING GOOD THAT IT HURTS!" the sexual submissive said.
Betty felt so good with the seeming thousands of orgasms that she was experiencing, that she temporarily forgot all about the pain she was in, most acutely in the spot where a hole had been drilled right through her tongue.
Mistress Felicia plowed the entire length of the dildo into Betty's cunt and this time she kept it there.
The bitch rubbed her super-swollen and now spasming clitoris as hard as she could against the bogus boner's base.
Mistress Felicia could feel the explosions starting in her love button and she arched her back sharply.
The bitch arched her back so sharply that she resembled just then a bow that was about to shoot an arrow.
The dominatrix's mouth fell open and she screamed bloody murder as the fleshquake took hold of her clit.
"YOU ARE MAKING ME COME, SEX SLAVE, YOU ARE MAKING ME COME SO GODDAMNED GOOD. I CAN FEEL THE MOTHERFUCKING EXPLOSIONS OF FEMININE BLISS STARTING AT MY LITTLE MAN IN THE BOAT AND SPREADING OUTWARD FROM THERE TO FILL MY CUNT INSIDE AND OUT!" Mistress Felicia said.
Then it was over.
"Did you like that, Mistress Felicia? Did that feel good?"
"I thought you were the worst fuck I have ever had," Mistress Felicia said. "Oh no."
"I cannot believe that you consider yourself a woman!"
"Please-"
"You are married, right?"
"With kids?"
"Yes."
"I'll bet your husband was REALLY unhappy," Mistress Felicia said. "Why?"
"Because you are the worst lay on the face of the earth."
"No-"
"I'm sorry, but you have to face facts," Mistress Felicia said. "That bad?"
"Yes. In fact, it was so bad that you are going to have to be punished."
"Punished?"
"That's right."
"How severely."
"Say good night to your kids."
"What does that mean?"
"You will find out in good time. I am going to give you some good old fashioned tit torture now and I am going to increase the intensity of the torture and increase the intensity of the torture until, well, I don't think there is going to be very much left of you at all," Mistress Felicia said.
Mistress Felicia fetched her tool box.
"I need tools," the sexual dominant said.
"What sort of tools?" Betty asked.
"A vise grip."
"Vise grip?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"You will see. And my rusty pliers."
"Pliers?" Betty asked with horror in her voice.
Mistress Felicia attached the vise grip harshly to Betty's right nipple.
"OWWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWW!" the sexual submissive said.
Mistress Felicia took hold of the left nipple with the pliers and twisted. Betty made a gurgling sound in her throat so that she sounded as if she were drowning in her own juices.
Mistress Felicia tortured Betty until that gurgling sound stopped. END BOOK ONE