The Test · Bound · Part 2 (2/3)
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ned, her tiny form a neat little package. Andrea seems calm and content, not moving a muscle. Paul added a corset before placing the straps, a deep blue satin one and Lily can see how tiny Andrea's waist is, how delicate, now that the corset is there. There is some additional strapping and Lily thinks Andrea looks packaged to be suspended from the rigging.
"I think you have seen enough for now, slave." Stephen says "Close your eyes." Reluctantly, she does just in time to feel the leather mask covering them, silently wishing she could watch. “I want you focused on your clamps and your mind focused on what is happening to that body of MINE." He pushes her back on the bed, her arms, though numb, aching and pinned under her, her clamped nipples stretching and pulling against each other, her hard, bound tits standing out from her body. He slaps her thighs and orders them spread wide. She strains to allow Him access, pushing her knees as far open as she can.
His fingers searching her cunt, pulling at the ropes, pinching her clit, forcing their way deep inside her, she shudders. He is feeling the fullness in her ass, talking to her, telling her to feel it too. Her flesh prickles with excitement and she moans into the gag, her tongue feeling the shape of it, wishing it were His cock in her mouth. His hand is quickly replaced by a long, hard, object, which is seated deep inside her. A moment later it buzzes to life. "That should keep you occupied while we finish our work."
Locked within herself, she allows the feeling to take her. She begins to struggle some on the bed, pushing the plug into her ass, fucking it, the vibe pressing hard against it with every thrust, nipples cruelly jerked as she does so. Vaguely, she is aware of Their movements, sounds of ropes being worked, but for now all she wants is to be away in her own world. She is safe there, pained and hungry with desire, but safe. She works into a rhythm, rocking her shoulders, fucking the plug, the fire taking hold of her, building and burning. She imagines Stephen watching her and works harder willing the orgasm to come. Fire explodes across her thighs, four or five quick bursts. She screams into her gag. "Not yet, cunt! I have not given you permission." Stephen hisses and she slows her movements. Panting behind the gag she reminds herself, tonight she is slave, nothing more, nothing less.
She lies still, absorbing the feelings, letting them fill her but not encouraging them too much. She rolls to her side, jarring the clamps again but easing the ache in her arms. Wishing she could see what was happening around her she whispers a silent thanks to Master that He has not taken her ability to hear away. Now that she has turned the focus from so deeply inside herself, she hears them working, breathing heavy and words quick. She pictures Andrea there, strapped so tightly, and wonders what she is thinking. What will They do with Their packages.
Again the vibe inside her is beginning to take her thoughts, curiosity, away. She rubs her legs together slowly, feeling the ropes pinch again, the stockings slipping against each other. The anticipation is an enormous entity feeding her desires. Flashes of every suspension scene she has ever watched begin to flood her mind like a movie in fast forward, searching for something that seems plausible. Sounds of metal on metal and sounds of labored work tell her they are almost ready for her, time seems to slow. Each snap of a link and adjustment of a strap loud in her ears; creaking ropes and leather bring more images of helpless women in silent flight, she pictures Andrea suspended in this same flight.
Silence…then hands patting at Andrea's flesh. Smiling voices, as the men admire their work…words are lost to her though. "Concentrate on the feelings, don't let your mind take you too far" she tells herself. She breathes deeply, steeling herself against all doubt and fear. "We will use her hard today, Paul. Harder than she has ever been used before, she wants to be slave, today she will be used as such." her Master's words hard in her ears as hands seize her arms pulling her upright. Dizziness washes over her as she struggles to steady herself, even though the hands still hold her tightly.
She tries to picture the room again and where they are taking her. After about 10 steps the hands stop her and she is instructed to remain, still, where she is. One of the men leaves her side and then hands are working on the penis gag in her mouth, adding weight to it. She remembers all the penis gags she has ever seen before, all with dildos attached and knows she too now has one. When He is done fixing the dildo in place, she turns her head some, testing the weight of it.
"On your knees slave" comes the command. Hand still on her arm, she lowers herself to the carpeted floor, the hand releases her.
"Forward." she moves quickly, being careful not to topple over, the jarring of her awkward movements pulling her tits painfully this way and that.
"Stop", she sways a moment but stays upright and kneels waiting anxiously. Hands on her arms again, she is being positioned, tiny little steps on her knees, shifts of position, until they have her right where they want her. "Spread your knees slave", quickly she complies, opening them again as wide as she dares and then wider still, her thigh muscles straining and quivering. Her breath shallow she wills it to slow and deepen, calming herself again. She feels warm hands caressing the insides of her thigh, body pressing into hers and pressing into the clamped tied tits. Fingers searching her tied cunt, finding what they seek and taking the little pleasure with them as they go, the warm body she hopes is Master, going as well. She shivers.
"Chin up slave" she feels a heavy cold object being fitted into place, the posture collar. It digs into her chin and she struggles to stretch her neck as long as she can make it. Tighter and tighter it is pulled until she can’t stand it any longer, whimpers beginning to escape despite her desire to keep them to herself. She hears the lock being fitted into place and knows it will not come off anytime soon. Gasping behind the gag, she tries to calm herself again, panic beginning to get a foothold in her; desperately she tries to squelch it, taking comfort in her blindness and her inability to escape in any way. Her shoulders shake causing the clamps to shake and pull as well. Fire across her ass as the crop lands and a command of "Be Still!" issued. She tells the pain and fear to go, imagines it seeping from her fingertips. Fingertips she can no longer feel.
Warm flesh is being placed around her face; she smells the wetness she knows must be Andrea. The flesh Andrea's thighs. The dildo is being directed now, guided between those thighs. "Kneel up slave" straining, she does and hears the wetness as the dildo meets resistance and pushes inside Andrea's suspended form. Andrea gasps and begins to wriggle, trying to escape it.
"Slave, your job is to pleasure Andrea. If you work too fast you will be whipped, if you work too slow, you will be whipped. You have 10 minutes to bring her to orgasm." Her Master's instructions at first make no sense; she is too stunned to understand. When the crop lands, she jumps and suddenly understands what she must do. She must raise and lower herself in order to accomplish this task, a kind of human fucking machine. Slowly Lily begins to raise herself, feeling the resistance; she bites into the penis gag, and again lowers herself.
Low moans escape Andrea’s un-gagged mouth, Lily can feel her trying again to squirm away but she has nowhere to go and Lily knows soon she will be squirming to meet her thrusts instead of moving away from them. Three sharp blows of the crop remind Lily she is being timed. Fire erupting and quickly diminishing leaving only a searing ache serving to spur her forward; up again she moves, this time more forcefully, the wetness of Andrea’s cunt strong in her nostrils, intoxicating as well as humiliating, is it their intention she enjoy this? Who knows? She is there for giving pleasure alone, not to think.
Muscles straining she works quickly and steadily, not wishing to feel the fire again, at least not because They are displeased. Crop flicking at the insides of her thighs, she parts her knees instinctively. Her rhythm is beginning to get to Andrea, the gasps and moans are louder now and more continuous. Lily feels warm juices beginning to cover her nose, desire and lust filling her senses with their exotic aromas. “Six minutes slave.” the crop punctuating the reminder, this time on her thighs. As the pain begins to fade again, hands are working the plug in her ass, each thrust brings a hard thrust of the plug and now Lily can’t help but moan too.
As her moans deepen, Andrea’s rise to a fever pitch. Roughly, as she is on the down stroke, a large dildo is shoved hard inside her, filling yet another hole and rubbing hard against her g-spot as well as the plug in her ass, Lily screams into her gag but forces herself to control it. Each stroke now forces the dildo into her hard, hands working both plug and dildo, fucking her as she has never been fucked before. The feelings begin to overwhelm her and she fears she will cum before Andrea does. The hands move away from the dildo and are now working on her blindfold. Lily again feels a burst of panic knowing what she must see once the blind is removed.
Andrea is fucking Lily’s dildo, Lily is fucking both the plug and the dildo and both women are close to cumming when the blindfold is removed. Lily is momentarily disoriented as the blindfold comes off but Andrea’s clenching thighs and ass quickly remind her what is happening. Fire again in her thighs, pink cunt lips, glistening with Andrea’s juices, flowing over Lily’s face. Lily struggles to keep pace, she tries to turn away but the bite of the posture collar stops her. She grunts in frustration into her gag and hears the men chuckle…men who are not behind her. As if to punctuate this realization, the hands work the dildo and plug harder into her.
“Three minutes slave, you better pick up that pace.” Thoughts swirl in her confused brain, “Who is working the plug and dildo in her?” She forces herself to concentrate on pleasing Andrea even as her nipples are now assaulted. She can feel the clamps being pulled hard away from her body…fire wells up inside her, she will cum soon, but is she allowed? Andrea is working hard against the dildo now as Lily, muscles burning, struggles to fuck her hard. Lily’s senses are being assaulted as well, smells, sounds, fire in her nipples and on her thighs, plug and dildo in her fucking hard, each stroke matched by a stroke of the crop.
She is in agony and ecstasy all at the same time when she feels Andrea stiffen against her face and a long low moan begins to rise, the sound building and building as the juices flow freely over Lily and Andrea now. Lily is desperate to cum as well. As if in answer to that thought, the dildo is removed and she is ordered to stop. Breathing hard against the gag, Lily waits to be allowed to move. “You may relax some now, very nice show slave.” Hands are working to help extract the dildo from Andrea and also to move Lily out of the way. Her legs burn from both the crop and the effort she has put forth. When she is repositioned, the men begin to work to lower Andrea from her place.
Lily looks at her exhausted form, their eyes meet, in this exchange Lily sees Andrea laugh at her. When Andrea is again free, she resumes her position at the feet of Paul. Lily hears a woman’s laugh behind her and trying to turn to see who is there, is again reminded she can’t move that way, so she waits. Stephen moves into view, instantly she is comforted by His presence but the comfort is short-lived as He is joined by a woman…the waitress from the bar. “I love Your tips, Stephen. What a fantastic break, I only wish I could stay longer” She coos. “You are always welcome, my dear, to join us when your shift is over.” He replies, grabbing hold of her waist and kissing her hard.
As He pulls away, she giggles “Maybe I will.” When she turns to leave, He swats her ass hard, a quick glance tells Lily she will be back. Lily is now left to struggle with the sight she has just witnessed, Her Master kissing another woman, and another emotion…Humiliation. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as Stephen approaches.
He quickly wipes them away, “Tears my little slave, I didn’t say you could cry; besides you should be proud of yourself, you made your deadline with only 27 seconds to spare.” Lily whimpers behind her gag as she closes her eyes, she is wracked with emotion and longs to have His reassuring arms around her but they have other things for her she realizes as again the blindfold is fitted into place and secured. Lily is again locked within herself, nipples aching and arms dead, but aching as well. Stephen swats her thighs and again she opens them at His command.
She feels Him in front of her, His body so close to hers, hands roaming over His property, the gentle caresses send some of her concerns flying as desire for Him begins to take the edge off the pain coursing through her. She shivers and tries to relax. Hands on her shoulders, He pulls her into Him, burying her face in His crotch, she feels His hard cock pushing to be free of the fabric between them, she rubs her face hard into Him. “My eager little slut” He says in a half moan, half growl. His hands move behind her, working on the straps of the arm-binder, she feels them begin to tighten and then loosen as he works to free her dead arms.
Relief washes over her when the leather is pulled free. Before her arms have time to begin to reawaken, He cuffs them in front of her. Hot lead seems to be running into her arms now as feeling begins to return, her hands jerk and twist as the nerves regain control, yet she is powerless to control them. She winces and yelps behind her gag as the lead burns her, she always dreads this period after the binder comes off but is grateful He has released her. Hands now moving to her nipples, Stephen holds her left breast in His hand, fingers splayed tightly over it and she feels the clamp being removed.
It always amazes her He is able to remove it in such a way that the pain is hardly noticeable until the last second before the clamp is free, again she is grateful. He covers the screaming nipple with His mouth, sucking and biting at it until the pain recedes, then moves to the right and repeats the process. Her cunt is aching for Him so badly, her desire expressed only with her moans, she prays He will use her soon. He presses her hard into Him again “Relax and rest now, you will be used again soon my cunt, my SLAVE, but for now, rest.” She feels Him pull away from her, sighs into her gag and wills herself to relax.
She hears the men conversing but is stunned to hear the faint sound of Andrea’s voice joining theirs. Sounds of things being moved and changed, instructions being given, Stephen is going over something with Andrea and Andrea is agreeing. Damn her hearing, she should be able to hear them but with her mind racing, is unable to pick up the thread of what they are saying. “Relax and rest” she tells herself. Obey.” She wills her aching muscles to soften. She allows herself to imagine she and Stephen are alone, warmth surrounding them both, a bath perhaps.
She imagines her washing Him, lovingly running a soapy cloth over Him, gently caressing Him, feeling His smooth balls in her hands, His cock stiffening. Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a flogger hitting something soft, a pillow perhaps, over and over again. Someone is warming up, but for what? After a few minutes, her question is answered; they are warming up for her. Stephen is helping her to her feet, “Lily, it is time for Andrea to be ‘paid back’ what you owe her.” What she owes Andrea? She doesn’t understand and a muffled questioning groan escapes her. “Yes, I know you don’t understand.
Did you think you would get to fuck her so and then not have at least a small price to pay?” Leading her by her cuffed wrists, they join Paul and Andrea. Silky hands stroke her naked breasts “You are mine…for now” Andrea hisses “I think you enjoyed your task just a little too much, slut. If you gentlemen would be so kind as to chain her to the frame, I’ll make sure she enjoys it a little less next time.” Lily hears them chuckle under their breath, at Andrea’s brashness, but waste no time in putting Lily in her place. Hands move to her wrists, quickly working to attach leather cuffs, tightening and re-tightening.
Once the leather cuffs are securely in place, hands seize her cuffed wrists and the metal ones are removed. She tries to protest, groans and small yelps escaping her, feet not wanting to move, when they begin to move her again but still the hands pull her along. Knowing she cannot resist, she let’s them take her now, grateful for the blindfold only because she cannot see what is coming. Her arms are spread high above her and painfully far apart then secured in place, she is stretched so far now she has to stand on tiptoe. She hears locks being applied to the cuffs, sealing her fate to what will happen.
Straining against the stretch, she tugs her cuffed hands, drawing her legs in close so she can stretch higher, tugging harder at the cuffs; she knows she will not escape. “We can’t have those legs together.” Andrea says with malice. Lily’s heartbeat quickens. The crop again swatting at her thighs, she hesitates and feels fire from the crop as it lands on her left thigh. “You will NOT resist.” Stephen commands, clearly displeased at this display “Open, NOW!” Struggling to be quick, she moves her feet apart, straining harder to remain on her toes, if she is spread much farther she will be hanging by hands alone.
Hands quickly place leather cuffs around her ankles; something is being added to the cuffs. With growing apprehension, she realizes it is a spreader bar. She is being stretched now at both ends, hands and feet pulled to their limit, toes barely scraping the carpet, she is being supported now only by her wrists. Her voice betrays her and she hears herself gasp and groan, practically begging to be let go. She knows she should stop but is powerless, being stretched as she is, if she continues, she will be out of breath before Andrea even touches her. She wills herself to quiet, to calm and to obey.
Stephen decides now is the time to tighten the corset even more and she feels Him beginning to tug and pull at the ties, tightening more and more. She fears she will not be able to breathe at all once Andrea begins and forces herself again to relax. Over and over in her head she hears Stephens voice, it’s tone gruff “Obey”. Little by little she begins to adjust to the newly tightened corset. Definitely no protest now from her, she will have no breath for any such protests. She hangs there for what seems an eternity; all the while the flogger stroking the pillow as Andrea warms up again.
She hears Stephen giving Andrea pointers and when He is satisfied with her strokes, tells her it is time to proceed. “You will take this as a sign of your willing submission to Me, as a sign of your devotion and a sign that you truly want to be My slave, do you understand?” His voice close in her ear. “Mmmph Mmmph” is all she can manage, but it is enough. “Begin.”
The blindfold is removed, before her stand her Master and Paul, both wearing grim expressions that tell her she must obey. I will maintain, she tells herself, I will make Him proud. Andrea is still behind her lightly running the flogger over her mostly bare ass but it is quickly removed. She feels the garters in back being removed and the stockings beginning to slip down her legs a little. When that is done, the flogger again lightly runs over her ass. “You had fun fucking me didn’t you slut.” Andrea goads. No! Her mind screams but deep in her heart she knows that isn’t quite true. With lightening speed the flogger tails fall sharply on her ass.
“Answer me when I speak to you!” Andrea demands. “Mmmph, mmmph.” She timidly offers. Again the flogger falls across her ass, this is her weakest area and she struggles within herself not to protest. The falls, at first, are relatively light but she feels them beginning to pick up both speed and intensity. Involuntarily her body begins to move away from the flogger and she has to really force herself to stay in place and accept it. Obey, Obey, Obey. She tells herself. Let the pain fly up through your hands, let it flow from your fingers. You do this because He wishes it to be so, you belong to Him, you are His to do with as He pleases, Obey, Obey, Obey.
The pain ever intensifying as the flogger lands over and over on her ass, she feels herself moving her hips, trying to be away from the flogger, low moans escape but seem to go unnoticed. Heat and fire welling up insider her now, she thinks she can stand no more, her breath in short shallow gasps, her eyes plead with Stephen, but He just watches, taking in every move she makes. Andrea switches to her thighs now; fresh fire erupts in her, could this possibly be worse than her ass? Yes, these strokes are savage and strong, tearing at her stockinged thighs. She feels the skin rise and knows there will be lasting marks here.
She screams into her gag but the flogger keeps pace, ever growing harder, cutting and tearing at her. Andrea works up and down her thighs not missing one inch. Tears being to slip down her cheeks as she squeezes her eyes shut tightly. She bites hard into the gag trying to keep the screams from escaping, but there is no use. She throws her head around, as much as a posture collar will allow. When she thinks this will never end, the flogger stops. She pants hard under her gag, trying to compose herself, fear and questions flying in her frazzled head. Why? But she knows why, because He wishes it to be so. She looks pleadingly at her Master but He simply shakes His head.
Andrea comes around to face her. She tries to look down at her but can only lower her eyes enough to see dark eyes glaring at her. She flicks Lily’s tender nipples with the tips of the flogger tails. Lily jumps and lets out a tiny squeal. Again she flicks the tender nipples and Lily has to bite hard into the gag to squelch the yelps. Now Andrea begins in earnest, slow firm strikes to the underside of her breasts. The ropes take the brunt of the abuse but soon she finds her true mark, the tender red flesh that is so tightly restricted. Searing, burning pain engulf her hard tits, first the left then the right. Lily tries hard to keep from flinching and cannot quite manage.
Her shoulder shaking just intensifies the feelings but she is powerless to stop. Under her hard tits, over the tops, on the nipples the flogger tails land, harder and harder until she is screaming and struggling. She desperately looks to her Master, His eyes shining brightly, a smile creeps to His lips and she knows without a doubt He will not save her from this. He loves to see her struggle so. She wills the pain to flow to her clit and succeeds in focusing on that alone. Each strike now painful but coursing through her like an electric shock ending in her clit. She wishes she could close her legs, pinch her clit, take all the pain and turn it to pleasure.
Andrea, seeing Lily’s new resolve, stops and runs her hands over the welted flesh, feeling the fire and the hardness, her cool hand smoothing the swollen skin. She lets her hand trail between Lily’s breasts, over the tight corset and slips between Lily’s thighs. Fingers probing her swollen cunt lips, feeling the hard clit, delving into her wetness, she sinks her fingers inside. Andrea slowly, skillfully, fucks her, tickling her g-spot. She withdraws her fingers, wetness covering them, and walks to Stephen. “How am I doing Sir?” she asks playfully as her fingers disappear between His lips. Frustration and, dare she admit, jealousy, flare brightly in Lily’s mind.
“You are doing wonderfully, Andrea.” He replies, her fingers slipping into His beard now. “Finish what you started, the show is fantastic,” Paul urges her. “Yes Master” she replies and again retreats behind Lily. The strokes begin again, now falling on her back, hard and fast. This is the sweet spot
