Further Adventures ~ Pt 7

Marcus removed Molly's mask and told her to meet him in the dungeon.

"You imagined you father was fucking you, didn't you, slut?" he asked her sternly. "You imagined it was his cock raping your ass, didn't you?"

"Yes, Master." Molly whispered softly. She knew he knew that, for he had commanded it of her. What had surprised her was, that she'd had no difficulty with imagining it, and she knew this would please her master, if he knew it. Her obedience was important to him.

"Whore!" he spat at her as he circled her where she knelt. She held her gaze to the floor. Anyone watching might have feared for her, thinking him angry with her, but she knew. She knew this was exactly what he wanted, to find any excuse to punish her, because he needed it to satisfy his pleasures. He had promised her that if she obeyed, her tortures would be less harsh. She had known exactly what he had meant. Less harsh, but not non-existent.

"That's all you are, isn't it? A filthy whore that will let anyone... anything fuck it."

"Yes Master" she said again.

He reached for a nipple and gripped it hard, twisting it quickly. "Then I don't need to treat you nice, do I? I just need to treat you like a fuck-whore!" He jerked on the twisted nipple and grinned at her wickedly. "And I have just the place for a filthy fuck-hungry whore!"

He led her to the far side of the dungeon, where she noticed several things that were new. She was ordered to spread her legs for him, as wide as she could, and he wasted no time inserting a large egg-shaped object into her cunt. When she stood up, she felt extremely full. He then led her to a small cage, and bade her to step inside. The cage was no bigger than she was, and he tied her wrists together and attached them to a hook on the top of the cage, that was high enough to keep her barely on her feet. He pressed her forward, and her large tits were forced to push through the bars in front of her. He tugged on each nipple, pulling the tits completely through, then stepped behind her again and closed the back wall of the cage. It was so small, that the rails behind pressed against her ass and back, and nearly flattened her. She was effectively caged, with her tits pushed out the front, and her cunt stretched and filled.

Marcus walked around her and admired his work. "That's a good place for a whore who would wish that the cock fucking her was that of her own father; would wish her own father were fucking her cunt and ass!" he said. "You are kept in place like the filthy slut you are, but with the best parts of you exposed for my entertainment!" He grinned, and she saw him pick up a leather strap. She took a deep breath, knowing what she was in for.

He swung the strap, striking her tits hard directly across the nipples, and she tossed her head back in a scream. Again he swung, and lashed at the mounds of flesh that protruded the bars. She screamed, and his cock hardened. Watching her used by Dalton had aroused him more than he ever thought it would, and his need to torture her was overwhelming. Fucking her was always so much more intense after he had worked himself up to it with a good torture session! He gripped the strap tighter and lashed at her again. Over and over he struck her tits, watching as they became swollen and reddened. The bars protected the rest of her body and her face, and he could strike her tits as roughly, and as hard as he wanted. The harder he struck, the harder his cock grew!

She screamed with each lash, and panted for her breath, as her tits began to burn like raging fire, her nipples stinging with pain. At the same time, the pain that centered on her chest made her body ache below in tremendous need, and she moaned mixed with her screams.

He dropped the strap and gripped her swollen, tender nipples, twisting hard as he listened to her breathing. "They feel good now, don't they whore? They feel just the way you like them, don't they?"

"No Master." She whimpered, shaking in the pain. "They need more."

He laughed at her, his pleasure showing on his face. "So true, my whore, so true!" He pulled a set of sharp toothed clamps from his pockets and quickly clamped one on each nipple. Without waiting for her cries to subside, he hung a heavy weight on each clamp, then another weight beneath the first. Then he leaned in close to her and looked into her eyes.

"You're a whore. You're a filthy, pain-starved fuck-whore!" he said, as he jerked downward on one of the weights. "Think about what I've just done to you, and imagine that it was your father who did it! You enjoyed imagining that cock was his; enjoyed imagining him raping your ass, using you like a filthy fuck slave, now imagine this pain was his gift to you too!" He grinned at her. "Think about it 'til I come back to finish what I've started."

With that, he prepared to leave her sandwiched in the cage, her tits burning in pain, nipples clamped and weighted. Just as he was leaving the room, he picked up a remote control and pressed a button. Inside her, the egg started to vibrate. After the tit battering session, her cunt was aching for release, and the vibration inside her began to instantly make her need to cum.

"I know how much that tit lashing, and the searing pain in your weighted nipples, made your cunt want to cum, whore, but you know you're not allowed. Not without my permission, which I do not give you."

He left the room, and turned off the light, leaving her in complete darkness.

Molly hung in the cage, her tits burning, nipples stinging in fiery pain. The lashing had been harder, perhaps, than most he gave her, but not more than she could handle. She was a painslut. She'd known that from the time Marcus first came into her life. She'd known that when she had voluntarily presented herself at his door to offer her body into his ownership. She thrived on pain, some times more than others, but her tits always craved it. Marcus knew that, and he never gave her more than she needed, both in physical torture or mental degradation. He reserved the extremely degrading name calling for sessions such as these, for the part they served in the process. It was a perfect combination, for at times his desire to administer it overwhelmed him, as it did now, and in the past he had never had a slave who could satisfy his need in that area. Still, he was always attentive to her reactions, and never pushed her beyond her limit.
As he stood now, watching her from the other room through one way glass, he knew he had not gone too far. He could make out her figure in the dark, hanging, head tipped back, mouth slightly parted, hips attempting to move against the bars, and he knew she was desperate to cum. Even without the egg, her tits would have brought her to orgasm alone, but he knew how tormented her cunt was with the addition of the vibrations.

He could hear her, through the microphone placed in the cage, her breathing becoming laboured, tiny moans escaping her lips, and he knew she could not hold out much longer. He smiled as he watched her try. She was so obedient! He knew that often she let herself cum against his orders simply because she desired more punishment. This time, he could see that she was trying hard to obey, for the lashing he'd given her had been quite severe already. He had half a mind to leave her there just long enough to force her to cum against his orders, but he knew she would not be able to take much more punishment today. With a smile, and a huge rock hard cock, he returned to the dungeon and switched on the light.

The brightness seemed to startle her, and she almost came then, her eyes looking at him with a deeply pleading gaze.

"You need it bad, don't you whore?" he asked her, his tone controlled, despite his own incredible need.

She nodded frantically. "Yes Master! Please!"

He laughed at her and unlocked the cage, pushing away the bars that had pressed against her ass. Teasingly he slid his hand over her there, and firmly pressed a finger inside her back opening.

"Do you need my cock here?" he asked, as he toyed with the hole.

"Oh God anywhere! Just let me cum! PLEASE" she begged, as the finger in her ass increased her desperation.

He laughed again, and pulled the finger out, sliding it around her face and pushing it into her mouth. "Or do you need my cock here?"

She sucked on the soiled finger desperately, moaning around it. With his other hand he released her from the hook and pulled her back against him, guiding her out of the cage into the dungeon. Carefully he placed her stomach over a support, leaving her tits hanging free, the weights pulling down on them, swinging and increasing the pain. Roughly he jerked the egg out of her, kicking her feet apart as he did so, and instantly thrust his hard cock into her.

"Or do you need my cock HERE?" he grunted, as he drove deep into her. He had a grip on her hair, holding her head up, and he began to plunder her cunt in his incredible need to use her. "CUM whore!" he growled out at her, and she let out a cry and instantly came around his hammering cock. He pumped into her furiously and emptied his cock into her spasming cunt, a wild growl escaping him. Over and over he rode her, while she came again and again, until at last each of them had subsided. Keeping his softening cock deep in her, he reached around and released the clamps from her nipples. He knew they would be throbbing after their release, and he felt her shudder slightly, heard her faint gasp, then felt her press herself against him as she accepted the sensations.

He lifted her by the hair, his cock still inside her, and with a hunger in his lips, turned her face and kissed her. Never before had he allowed his passion for her to intrude on the dungeon sessions, but he couldn't help himself. This was the most amazing slave he had ever owned, but she was also a wonderful woman and this time he could not wait til they left the dungeon to experience that side of her.