Epilogue
Amy Berlin had been thoroughly trained as a sex slave. The task, as it turned out, had been a hell of a lot easier that Master Becker thought it was going to be.
She would do anything for Master Becker. She would take any punishment from him. She would suffer any humiliation for him. Any degradation. Any debasement!
"I want you to get on my torture table, slave," the sex master said.
"Yes, master, anything you say," the sex slave said.
"I want you to stretch out on your tummy," the sex master said.
"Right. Am I to be bound?" the sex slave said.
"Yes, you are going to be bound stringently," the sex master said.
"Will I be spread-eagled, sex master?" the sex slave said.
"Yes, you are going to be rudely quartered," the sex master said.
"Will I be bound with rope, master," Amy Berlin asked.
"No."
"What am I going to be bound with?" the sex slave said.
"You will be bound with steel," the sex master said. "Cuffs?"
"That's right. Cuffs attached to thick-linked chains," the sex master said. "Oh my."
"What are you going to do after you bind me, master?" the sex slave said.
"I am going to whip you, sex slave," the sex master said.
"What are you going to whip me with, master?" the sex slave said.
"I am going to use my favorite whip on you," the sex master said.
"Which whip might that be, sex master?" the sex slave said.
"I am going to whip you with the cat," the sex master said.
"The cat of nine tails, sex master?" Amy Berlin inquired.
"That's right."
"Oh my. That will do serious damage to my body," the sex slave said.
"That, sweetheart, is the whole motherfucking idea," he said.
Amy Berlin stretched out on the wooden slab on her belly. Amy Berlin's tits were crushed against the wood. She had her arms back at her sides. Amy Berlin's legs were together and her knees were locked in the straight position.
Master Becker grabbed Amy Berlin by the left wrist after attaching the chains and steel cuffs to bolts in the four corners of the torture table. He gripped her wrist so hard that he hurt her. His fingertips dug into the tissues at the inside of her wrist and the inside of her forearm. Amy Berlin could tell that her flesh was being bruised where Master Becker was gripping. She felt as if she were caught in a bear-trap. The cruel man pulled her arm up over her head toward the appropriate corner of the torture table. She could feel her arm getting yanked so hard that she could not help but scream in pain.
"O WW WW WW WW."
Master Becker knew that this was just the first of many screams that would come from Amy Berlin's mouth before the sado-masochistic sex session was complete. Master Becker yanked at her arm so hard that she thought her bones were about to break. She thought that Master Becker was going to break her arm at either the wrist or the elbow. Master Becker yanked at Amy Berlin's left arm so hard that she thought her shoulder was going to be ripped right out of its socket. He pulled her arm so that it was locked in the straight position.
Master Becker clamped the steel cuff around the woman's left wrist and locked it in place. Master Becker made sure that the cuff was as tight as possible around her wrist. Amy Berlin learned at the last second that there were steel teeth on the inside of the cuff, and those teeth were biting into the flesh around her wrist. She correctly assumed that the other three cuffs were toothed as well. She could tell that the cuff was gripping at her wrist so tightly that the circulation of blood to her hand was completely cut off.
Amy Berlin could tell without looking that the tips of her left fingers were turning a deep purple color. She could tell that the tips of her fingers were turning the same color as the sexual dominant's cock head when he had a full-fledged boner. She could feel pins and needles in the tips of her fingers and she correctly assumed that she was not going to be able to feel those pins and needles for long-no, not for very long at all.
She could tell that it was not going to be long before she wouldn't be able to feel anything at all in the tips of her fingers. She could tell that her fingertips and her fingers-and her entire left hand, for that matter-were soon going to be rendered unadulteratedly feelingless by the brutal steel bondage Master Becker was cruelly administering. Amy Berlin tried to wiggle her fingers at the knuckles and discovered to her dismay that she could only do this with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty. Amy Berlin could feel her knuckles getting stiffer and stiffer. Amy Berlin could tell that soon she wasn't going to be able to wiggle her fingers at all. Her fingers were going to be rendered both feelingless and motionless by the bondage.
The man circled around the torture table. He caressed her ass cheeks.
"Your skin is so smooth, so sweet-now. But soon-" Master Becker laughed.
Master Becker knew that he did not have to complete the sentence.
"There is no point in denying it. You know I WANT to be whipped," she said.
"You have learned your lessons well, my pretty," Master Becker said.
"I can feel my whole body TINGLING IN ANTICIPATION!"
"Yes."
"I want you to hold nothing back, master," Amy Berlin said. "I never do."
"I want to feel the skin ripped off of my body," she said. "Good."
"I want to feel myself getting MUTILATED!" Amy Berlin said.
"Perhaps we will get to mutilation later," Master Becker said.
"I want you to pluck my eyes out of my head!" she exclaimed.
"Perhaps."
"I want you to rip my tongue out by the roots," she said. "I'll think about it."
"I want you to cut off my limbs slowly with a saw," Amy Berlin said. "We'll see."
"I want you to cut off my nipples and drink my milk from my coconuts," the sex slave said. "What interesting imagery, sex slave," Master Becker commented.
The man repeated the bondage process with the other arm.
"I can no longer feel anything in either of my hands."
Master Becker moved down to the foot of the torture table.
"I am going to OPEN YOU UP WIDE, CUNT!" Master Becker said.
"Yes, please."
The man pulled her legs open as if he were making a wish with a human wishbone. He laughed with a laugh that dripped evil.
Amy Berlin drooled from the cunt and the mouth at the same time.
"Now I will bind your ankles in place," Master Becker said.
This was quickly done.
"I cannot move a muscle, master," Amy Berlin said hysterically.
She could tense and relax her muscles, but she could not move them.
"Give me the whip, master, give me the whip!" Amy Berlin said.
"Okay."
He fetched the cat of nine tails and laid into her creamy ass. SMACK! WHACK!
CRACK! SMACK!
"OWWWWWWWW, OWWWWWWWW, YOU ARE HURTING ME SO BAD, SEX MASTER, YOU ARE HURTING ME SO BAD. I CAN FEEL THE CAT OF NINE TAILS TEARING THE FLESH FROM MY BONES. I CAN FEEL THE CAT OF NINE TAILS TEARING THE FLESH FROM MY BONES, SEX MASTER," the sex slave said.
He released her. Flipped her. Bound her again.
"Now I am going to fuck you, sex slave," Master Becker said. "But-"
"But what?"
"Your cock is soft."
"I said nothing of fucking you with my cock," the sex master said.
"What are you going to fuck me with?" the sex slave said.
"I am going to fuck you with my fist, sex slave," the sex master said. "Nooooooooo," the sex slave said. "Oh yes." And he did!
Master Becker punched his fist and some of his forearm right up into the beautiful woman's belly. Master Becker twisted his fist inside Amy Berlin's soft underbelly. He had his fist clenched so tight that his knuckles were whitened.
"Take it!"
He pulled out.
Punched inside.
Twisted.
Pulled out.
Punched inside.
Twisted.
He pulled his bloody fist out of her cunt for the final time.
The beautiful female subservient was no fun to play with anymore. The shapely and masochistic sex slave had lost her charm.
Master Becker, once again, was going to have to find himself a new playmate.