what his
uncle intended. Eager to comply, he selected the smallest of his
clamps, a spring one with padded jaws; then he parted Vicky’s
already clamped labia and found her hooded clit. He flicked the
little bud with the tip of his finger, coaxing it to harden for him
then gently he attached the padded clamp to the flesh. He could
hear from above him the sound of a deep throated groan – a woman’s
questionable pleasure mingled with her definite pain. The process
was then repeated – a chain with a hook and some weighted rings,
pulling and stretching Vicky’s sensitive clitoris to the point
where she was about to pass out.
Yuri Karinov had watched on, enjoying her suffering, and the
battle she fought to control her screams. But as Dimitri continued
with his work, Yuri could see Vicky’s growing distress and the
black cloud that was threatening to smother her mind and take her
temporarily beyond their torture. That was not something Yuri
wished. The girl had more spirit than he had imagined. This would
take more than just physical pain to bring her to
subjugation.
“Dimitri! Remove the weights. Do so slowly. Let her recover a
little.”
The nephew complied, saddened that this part of the torture
was over and that the woman had not submitted to their will, but
pleased even more that another phase would be required before any
fucking took place. Dimitri liked to fuck the girls, he liked to
fuck them a lot, but he liked to torture them even more.
But it was his uncle who now took over, a true expert in the
art of inflicting pain, and Dimitri made way for him, the nephew
always happy to watch and learn. Yuri Karinov allowed Vicky a few
minutes to regain a degree of composure and for her body to
acclimatise itself to the level of pain inflicted by the three
clamps that remained un-weighted on her sex. Then when he was
satisfied that his victim was ready to take more, he stood in front
of Vicky and started on her tits.
There was no sudden move to inflict more torture - instead the
chief went in the opposite direction. He selected her left breast
to pleasure with his mouth and the right to caress with his hand.
He licked and nipped the left nipple, and rubbed and pinched the
right, finding a perfect balance of sensuality that had Vicky
silently groaning in delight. Then to add to her pleasure, Yuri
fingered her pussy, gently tapping on the clamps to send
orgasmic-like shivers through her body.
For Vicky, it was such an infuriatingly delicious sensation to
be worked on by a master of technique, after the agony she had
endured at his command. She was helpless to resist him, bound and
shackled as she was. She hated the man with a passion, yet that
hatred could not suppress the arousal he elicited with his deftly
work, which made her hate him all the more, and all the more
responsive to his actions.
And there it was - the conundrum again. Plenty of men had
pleasured her in the past, but never with her in such a submissive
role, which somehow seemed to heighten the eroticism. And even more
perversely, the pain she had been forced to endure in her cunt, the
memory of which still lingered, somehow heighten the pleasure she
took from Yuri’s despised, but sensuous work. Was this the life he
threatened, Vicky had cause to wonder – was this extreme of
stimulation one of the aspects he proposed by turning her into his
sex slave. Would it be so bad to know such regular bliss, even if
the price was slavery and pain?
Yes! Yes! Yes! Of course it was unacceptable – she could never
agree to a deal like that. Determined to resist, Vicky tried to
block it out, she tried to force the hate she felt and make it
override all other things. But the more she fought – the more
intense the mix of emotions and sensations became, and just as Yuri
had done to her the day before, Vicky was being brought to a climax
which she sorely resented, yet loved at the same time. Her mind was
too awash with sensations to rationalise what was happening,
uncle intended. Eager to comply, he selected the smallest of his
clamps, a spring one with padded jaws; then he parted Vicky’s
already clamped labia and found her hooded clit. He flicked the
little bud with the tip of his finger, coaxing it to harden for him
then gently he attached the padded clamp to the flesh. He could
hear from above him the sound of a deep throated groan – a woman’s
questionable pleasure mingled with her definite pain. The process
was then repeated – a chain with a hook and some weighted rings,
pulling and stretching Vicky’s sensitive clitoris to the point
where she was about to pass out.
Yuri Karinov had watched on, enjoying her suffering, and the
battle she fought to control her screams. But as Dimitri continued
with his work, Yuri could see Vicky’s growing distress and the
black cloud that was threatening to smother her mind and take her
temporarily beyond their torture. That was not something Yuri
wished. The girl had more spirit than he had imagined. This would
take more than just physical pain to bring her to
subjugation.
“Dimitri! Remove the weights. Do so slowly. Let her recover a
little.”
The nephew complied, saddened that this part of the torture
was over and that the woman had not submitted to their will, but
pleased even more that another phase would be required before any
fucking took place. Dimitri liked to fuck the girls, he liked to
fuck them a lot, but he liked to torture them even more.
But it was his uncle who now took over, a true expert in the
art of inflicting pain, and Dimitri made way for him, the nephew
always happy to watch and learn. Yuri Karinov allowed Vicky a few
minutes to regain a degree of composure and for her body to
acclimatise itself to the level of pain inflicted by the three
clamps that remained un-weighted on her sex. Then when he was
satisfied that his victim was ready to take more, he stood in front
of Vicky and started on her tits.
There was no sudden move to inflict more torture - instead the
chief went in the opposite direction. He selected her left breast
to pleasure with his mouth and the right to caress with his hand.
He licked and nipped the left nipple, and rubbed and pinched the
right, finding a perfect balance of sensuality that had Vicky
silently groaning in delight. Then to add to her pleasure, Yuri
fingered her pussy, gently tapping on the clamps to send
orgasmic-like shivers through her body.
For Vicky, it was such an infuriatingly delicious sensation to
be worked on by a master of technique, after the agony she had
endured at his command. She was helpless to resist him, bound and
shackled as she was. She hated the man with a passion, yet that
hatred could not suppress the arousal he elicited with his deftly
work, which made her hate him all the more, and all the more
responsive to his actions.
And there it was - the conundrum again. Plenty of men had
pleasured her in the past, but never with her in such a submissive
role, which somehow seemed to heighten the eroticism. And even more
perversely, the pain she had been forced to endure in her cunt, the
memory of which still lingered, somehow heighten the pleasure she
took from Yuri’s despised, but sensuous work. Was this the life he
threatened, Vicky had cause to wonder – was this extreme of
stimulation one of the aspects he proposed by turning her into his
sex slave. Would it be so bad to know such regular bliss, even if
the price was slavery and pain?
Yes! Yes! Yes! Of course it was unacceptable – she could never
agree to a deal like that. Determined to resist, Vicky tried to
block it out, she tried to force the hate she felt and make it
override all other things. But the more she fought – the more
intense the mix of emotions and sensations became, and just as Yuri
had done to her the day before, Vicky was being brought to a climax
which she sorely resented, yet loved at the same time. Her mind was
too awash with sensations to rationalise what was happening,
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