More Molly ~ Pt 6

When Marcus had the bed ready the slave was carefully laid out face down on the bed, her arms and legs stretched out towards each corner. Rob watched as Marcus pushed a button and lowered the iron grid work that had made a canopy over the bed, until it rested on the slave beneath it.

"Attach her, quite snugly." Marcus explained, and the two men began to tether the girl to the grid. When they were done, her legs and arms were strapped to the grid in many places, with one also around her waist. The grid was then raised slowly off the bed, and this time, the girl raised up with it.

Marcus then fitted a leather harness around her forehead and attached it to the grate. The finishing touch was a set of hoops fitted around her tits and attached to the grid work as well. With that completed, she was raised to the full height of the corner posts, completely fastened across the grate like one trapped on a spider's web, giving Rob a delightful canopy for his bed.

"It will be quite nice to sleep with a canopy such as this on your bed I think." Marcus said, pleased with their results. Now let me show you how to work this thing."

The canopy could be lowered and raised at will by a button conveniently located on a cable so Rob, laying at his leisure, could control the height of it with no effort. The canopy could be stopped at any height depending on what amusement Rob desired. A second button controlled the hoops around those tits. To Rob's delight, one push of the button tightened the hoops, constricting the tits as much as he desired.

"Amuse yourself as much as you want, just remember not to leave them tight too long, you don't want to damage them permanently or they won't be as much use to you in the future." Marcus warned, then he pulled open the drawer in the bedside table, revealing all sorts of clamps and weights for Rob to use on the nipples suspended tantalizingly above him.

With that, Marcus left them, and Rob got undressed and lay on his bed, gazing up at the beautiful sight above him. He felt on top of the world, the proud new owner of the slave suspended there for him to see any time he opened his eyes. He decided to remain naked and leave the light on, so his cock would be continuously in her view yet out of her reach. At first he entertained himself with her tits, tightening the hoops and watching the flesh of those large mounds darken. It was a sight he could look at all night, but he remembered Marcus' warning and loosened them off before he finally settled in for a rest before deciding what to do with her. Every time his eyes fluttered open as he drifted off to sleep, he could see her suspended there above him. No man, he was sure, had ever slept in as wonderful a bed as this!

Rob didn't sleep long however, only long enough to be refreshed and ready to use his new slave. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was tighten the hoops once again around her tits. He heard her breath quicken as the unexpected tension woke her from her uncomfortable nap. One push on the button and slowly she was lowered to within arms reach, and he began to tease her constricted tits with a slow brushing of his fingers.

"You like that hmm, my whore?" he said quietly.

"Yes Sir." she replied, her voice indicating just how sensitive her tits had become to his touch.

"You realize these tits are mine. I can abuse them in a whim, I can do anything I please to them."

"Yes Sir." She said softly.

"Marcus' slave craves torture for her tits. I hope you will be the same? I would love my slave to live and breathe for the next chance to have it's tits tormented." As he spoke, he swirled his fingers around her nipples, then grasped one tightly, twisting it in one quick jerking motion. She let out a whimper, half pain half desire.

"Oh yes Sir!" she croaked in a trembling voice, that set Rob into motion immediately. The drawer at his side held some exciting possibilities, and soon a set of sharp toothed clamps were pinched tightly onto each of Tricia's nipples as he watched her body try to shiver in it's bindings. To the clamps, he then attached chains, about a foot long, with heavy round weights on the bottom of each one. He held both weights in his hand, looked into her eyes, and dropped them both at the same time. The weights jerked hard on her nipples and began to sway and the slave let out a painful cry. With a little laugh, Rob took one weight and pulled it out to the side, then let it go. It swung down hard, knocking the other weight outwards, which in turn swung back once again, just as those clacking balls some men have on their office desks, back and forth, back and forth. Rob rested his hands under his head and watched then swing, with a wicked smile on his face.

After a while, he decided he wanted to fuck her once more, and stood in the space left in teh grid between her legs, and forced his cock into her. Her cunt was dripping wet, just as he had hoped her tit pain would have made it, and he pumped in and out in great delight, while the weighs on her tits bounced under her with each thrust.

He wasn't about to give her the pleasure of filling her up once again just yet though, and pulled his strong hard rod out of her to move into a sitting position in the space at her head. Slowly, he lowered the canopy further, until his wet cock slid between her lips and into her mouth. Since she could not move, he lifted his hips up and down enough to fuck her mouth, groaning with delight. Picking up a slapper from the drawer, he began to strike her bare ass as it protruded through the grid work of the canopy. The harder he struck, the harder he forced into her mouth.

Tricia moaned and whimpered around his thrusting cock, trying her best to suck him as he used her mouth. Her ass burned from the lashes, but her cunt burned with need, and she sucked hungrily on him. Suddenly the slapper struck from underneath, hitting squarely on her throbbing clit, and she cried out around his cock. Outside her body was sore and burning with pain, but inside it ached with incredible need. His cock thrust hard upward into her mouth as his hands gripped the chains on her nipples and jerked them downwards. Over and over he repeated this motion, reading her reactions very carefully.

"You're a hot little pain whore aren't you?" He asked as he pushed up into her mouth. She whimpered her reply and tried to nod but could not, and he laughed at her. "You want my cum don't you? You hunger for it? Your filthy slut cunt is dripping wet from my abuse of you isn't it? It wants to cum too doesn't it?" Each question was accentuated by a thrust of his cock into her mouth, and each was met with her attempted positive reply sounding more and more desperate.

Rob contemplated where he might best like to release this particular load of cum. He was certain her positioning would make it difficult for him to enter her ass however, a place he longed to use her, so he decided to simply feed her his cum, and let loose in her mouth without warning. He gave a strong hard jerk on both nipple chains as he came, and she sucked hard, milking him as best she could with her head harnessed as it was.

At last he was finished, and she had emptied and cleaned his cock quite pleasingly. He unclamped both nipples and released the tension on the tit hoops, then raised her up to the full height of the canopy once more. As the colour began to fade from her tits he knew they would be throbbing in pain from their release, just as her cunt would be throbbing in need of cumming, but he had no intention of allowing her that pleasure just yet.

As the night wore on, Rob used his slave many more times. Sometimes he simply played with the hoops around her tits, delighting in her torture; other times he used her mouth and cunt for his pleasure. Always, he refused to allow her to cum, though he knew her need was growing to a desperate level. Eventually, when he had tired of her for a while, he permitted her to cum as he pumped wildly into her pussy, enjoying the sensation of her squeezing around him as he filled her.

Pleased with himself, after a long night, he returned her to the top and lay back for another sleep on the most wonderful canopy bed he had ever slept in, dreaming of what he would do with her when he awoke.


"More Molly ~ Pt 7"