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By Lady Seyton (nastybabygiri@aol.com)


He picked up the phone and dialed a number. Then he paused a moment, listened, and put the receiver back in its cradle. No more than a minute later he heard a loud groan coming from somewhere in the house. And then he heard quick, tiny footsteps rushing towards the study.

He turned in his chair and looked towards the door. Enolah was furious and frustrated, a dangerous combination for such a volatile girl. A week ago an ad had come to Eric in an e-mail that offered a beeper... one especially made for a slave girl's pussy.

It looked a lot like a butterfly vibrator, but it had special features. You could set how much or how little you wanted it to vibrate, at what speed, and in what pattern. For the better part of the morning she'd been strapped to the bed while he played with the controls.

This torture device had a thin strap that went around her belly, then two more straps that went around either thigh. She could feel the straps dig in every time she moved her legs. But worse was the vibration.

Once Eric was pleased with the settings, he bound her. Now she wore sturdy, yet very supple suede ankle cuffs which attached to each other by a foot-long chain, and a pair of black leather gauntlets which ran all the way up her arms. Around these was a pair of handcuffs.

Ordinarily she would have yanked off the offending beeper and to hell with the consequences. But Eric had undoubtedly foreseen that and cuffed her arms behind her back. To add insult to injury, he put a padlock on the straps between her thighs. It wasn't to prevent her taking it off, for all the connections were at her pussy. Instead, the cold metal padlock lay between her ass cheeks and she felt its weight when she moved. If she saw down, it neatly parted her cheeks and attempted to move into her anus.

But when the beeper went off, she went running as fast as her increasingly wobbly legs would allow. After she started screaming at the indignities of his actions, he shoved a ball gag in her mouth and forbade her to enter the study. Hence her mood. Enolah turned her back to the door and fumbled with the knob, her gloves slipping off the smooth metal handle time and again.

Eric could hear her struggling with it, but made no move to help. She was nothing if not determined. After a bit the knob turned obediently and she kicked the door open, nearly losing her balance in the process. He suppressed a chuckle. She had clamps on her nipples, bright and silver. They were screw clamps, which pinched horribly when first put on. Her nipples were now pale from the loss of blood and most likely numb, but he was in a mood to liven them up.

"Come here." She walked to him on her tiptoes because of her fettered ankles.

Her eyes showed a mixture of helpless pleading and unbridled anger. As she came near, he grabbed the delicate chain for her nipple clamps and tugged. Her eyes squeezed shut involuntarily from the pain.

With the utmost care, he unscrewed the clamps. She groaned again, arching her back as if to encourage more blood to circulate to her breasts. He took a rapidly darkening nipple into his mouth and suckled her. She gave a muffled cry and shivered. This was the best part for her. The pain was bad, the numbness horrifying, but when the first rush of blood came back to her nipples, it made her knees weak. She wanted to grasp his head and force her breast into his mouth, but he only sucked lightly, tonguing her nipple, biting it so delicately.

It was a tease and she knew it. His other hand reached up to tweak her other nipple. She fell to her knees before him, unable to stop. Eric put both his hands on her breasts now, twisting them pinching them. She moaned and cried out behind her gag and her expression changed to one of lust. "I'm sure you're ready to please me now, my pet." He said kindly.

She looked into his eyes and nodded violently. In response he unstrapped the ball gag. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to ease her uncomfortably stretched jaws.

Eric leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers together and putting his hands behind his head. "Suck my cock, Enolah."

She nodded. It took less time for her to undo the buttons on his jeans with her teeth than it had to get the door open. She coaxed his cock out with her tongue, which was no small feat. He was rock hard and his cock was certainly not malleable. She took it into her mouth and suckled the fat mushroom head, running her tongue around the ridge, rubbing her lips on the head.

Scooting closer, she opened her jaws wide and took half of him into her mouth in a single swallow. Her tongue worked furiously, slicking his manhood with saliva, rubbing sensuously against his flesh.

He gritted his teeth. Slowly, he reached down and placed one hand in her hair, clenching locks of it between his fingers. She made a moan of pleasure, so he pulled, then pushed her farther onto his cock. Her tongue wriggled around him snakelike, strong and purposeful. Her teeth lightly nipped his shaft, gently scraping against his flesh.

And then, without warning, she swallowed him all the way down. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Her tonguing was frantic. Her throat struggled to swallow his cock, grasping and releasing it.

All at once he felt himself on the brink of coming. Ordinarily he would have stopped her, but this time he didn't feel so bad about orgasming without her. She would get her own, and in the meantime he would grow quite hard again. But Enolah had other plans.

She knew, possibly before he did, that he was ready to come. She allowed him to come close, then whipped her head back, shaking lose his hand and withdrawing his flesh completely from her mouth. Shocked, he slapped her face, rocking her head back. Eric was ashen. He'd never slapped her before, would have never even dreamed of doing so. It was like a knee jerk reaction.

"Enolah, my pet..." But his words trailed off when got a good look at her face. It wasn't hate or anger, which would not have surprised him in the least. And it wasn't pain or sorrow, either. Instead, it was unbridled lust. He leaned forward, ignoring his outraged cock for the moment. She merely stared at him. Her black eyes were clouded, obviously she was in another world.

He slapped her again on the other cheek, though not as hard. Now the outrage he was expecting came to a head. "Pussy," she sneered. She got to her feet gracefully and turned around. He grabber her by her arm and spun her back so hard that she fell to her knees again. "Get your hand off me," she said coldly.

"What's the matter with you?" He was mildly astonished. "Why did you stop?"

"Do you really think you could do this to me without being punished?"

"Do you really think you could give orders to your master?" He countered.

"Fuck you." She spat.

"Don't mind if I do." He grabbed her by her hair again and dragged her face closer. "Suck it."

"No."

"Do it."

"No."

"Do you know what this is called?"

"Fuck off."

"It's called topping from the bottom. You have an ulterior motive and you're trying to get me to go along with it."

She had the decency to blush a bit at that. "Now, you can finish what you started or you can spend some quality time alone."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "If you put anything in my mouth, I'm going to bite it off."

He sighed and took the ball gag off the desk. "Then you can start by chewing on this." With a few quick motions she was gagged and secured. He took her by the arm and steered her into the living room. "Watch some TV or something. And if you come back into my study without being invited, I'll tie you in place." He kissed her forehead and turned on the TV. "Here, honey. Watch CNN."

Of all the many hundreds of ways there were to piss of Enolah, ignoring her was by far the worst. She toyed with the idea of marching back into his study, but decided against it. He really would tie her up, she knew. And the padlock digging into her ass was actually becoming rather pleasant.

In a few minutes her beeper went off again. She unconsciously raised her hips to meet the sensation. She wondered if he was summoning her, or just reminding her of his presence. She didn't want to be tied and helpless and ignored. So she decided to just let it go. CNN droned on and on. She was uncomfortable, wriggling and writhing on the padlock, her pussy a knot of sensation, and her tender nipples aching.

The beeper went off again, making her moan. Her juices dripped onto the sofa. She pulled at the handcuffs, desperately wanting to be free, to masturbate. Her pussy was so swollen that it was beginning to swallow the vibrating device. In spite of herself, Enolah began to weep.

Eric was beyond himself with frustration. He called the beeper again, but still to no avail. She was a stubborn bitch, to be sure. Without much regret, he envisioned a severe spanking in her future. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, staring at the computer monitor without really seeing anything. He would break her of her stubbornness if it was the last thing he did.

That thought in mind, he stood and strode purposefully out of the study. Enolah shrieked when she felt a hand grab her hair. It had only been a few minutes surely Eric would have made her wait longer. But there he was... and he looked rather angry about it. "You come to me when I call you!" He thundered.

She stared up at him with wide eyes. He hauled her off the sofa by her hair and pulled her into the study, aware that she was stumbling and trying to keep up. He wasn't about to make this easy on her. He threw her to the floor and slammed the door. She rolled over and looked at him, slightly disheveled but none the worse for wear. "On your knees!" He commanded.

She struggled to her knees, then put her face down on the floor. He thought she was going a bit far to avoid eye contact, so he put his foot on her bare hip and gave her a shove. She rolled over onto her back without resistance. He stared at her body then, so lush and ripe. Her breasts were slightly bruised and likely very tender. Her pussy had become so swollen that part of her vibrating beeper had disappeared. And she was wriggling like a worm, painting an altogether beautiful picture of a woman desperately needing to be fucked.

He kneeled over her prone body and pulled her head up by her hair, then slapped her face again. She made a startled scream behind the ball gag. He ripped off the gag, not bothering with the buckles. She screamed again as it pulled out a few strands of hair. "Spoiled bitch!"

"Get off of me, you dumb fuck!" She screamed back, rolling around under him.

He slapped her again, this time on her breasts. She gasped and he slapped them again. Pinching her nipples firmly between his thumb and forefinger, he tugged at them as she moaned. Her hair was spread all around her like a black sunset and there were two bright spots of hectic color on her cheeks. Her lips were full and swollen from the gag and he longed to fuck her mouth again... but that would have to be later.

He remembered her warning and didn't have the patience to deal with it again. Instead, he grabbed her arm and pulled her off the floor, kissing her passionately. She stopped resisting and kissed him back. She was starving for the taste of him. Never in her life had anyone treated her like such a whore and she was loving it. It didn't matter that he thought she was fighting him or was frightened by him. She needed what he was giving her.

Still attached at the mouth, one hand on a breast, he half walked, half-stumbled closer to the desk. Blindly and with one arm, he swept away stacks of paper, CD's, pamphlets and old warranties. It wasn't until he heard the monitor go crashing to the floor than he realized it was even up there. Then he realized he didn't care.

He grabbed Enolah and tossed her face down onto the desk. "Stay!" He roared, as if speaking to a dog.

But she was unable to remain still for long. She smashed her pussy down on the wooden desk and moved like she was fucking it, moaning desperately, her fingers grasping at the strap on her waist in reflex. Eric didn't waste a moment. His large hand came down on her ass cheeks firmly. One of his fingers hit a corner of the padlock and it hurt but he was willing to bet that she was hurting even more. He hit her again, then again.

Her ass had gone from creamy white to bright pink, but it wasn't enough. And Enolah was strangely subdued. She held still, feeling the sensation as if it were the first time. Indeed, it was the first time she'd ever felt this way. All her nerve endings were frayed to the point of breaking and every touch, even the breeze from the ceiling fan, were like a kiss or caress to her pussy.

His hand, huge and hard and painful, was sending orgasmic tremors through her body. Her clit was pulsing, frustrated by the hated plastic between her legs. She wanted to scream, to rage, to beg him to take her, but had no voice. She tried to beg with her body, but could barely move. His hand came down on her defenseless ass time and again and she could not even cry.

Soon, she knew instinctively, she would break. Eric watched as her ass went from bright pink to dark red. His hand stung and he was sweating freely. Still there was no sound from his bound slave. The monitor lay in a corner of the room, shattered and still smoking.

With a frustration he couldn't conceal, he took of his shirt and threw it to the side. He dug around in his pants, searching for the keys to his slave. Once in he had them, his hands shook. Perspiration ran down his neck and back. He grabbed her wrists roughly and then fumbled for the right keys.

It took even longer to find the one for the padlock at the cleft of her ass. He pulled at it in frustration, growling and swearing under his breath. The straps dug into her, and the beeper was pulled into her unbearably wet cunt even further. He roared in frustration.

Under his gaze, Enolah began to come alive again. She rose to her hands and knees jerkily, like a puppet. Her pussy was beyond swollen, beyond wet. She raised her ass as much as possible, pulling the beeper further into her body, punishing her clit, hurting it. She gasped in pain and pleasure, opening her ass to him, whimpering, clawing at the desk.

His hand was still holding the padlock, but it was he now who had gone silent. He loved her ass. He loved touching it, tasting it, caressing it. He loved the way the two halves parted, disclosing her secrets, showing him all that he could have, just for the taking. Leaning forward, he licked around her anus. She shivered in unconcealed delight, thrusting her ass higher. The tip of his tongue skimmed over her fuckhole. She sobbed.

He ran his tongue down lower, into her frothy quim. She tasted delightful. Her flesh was grasping at his tongue, begging him in a secret way. And he could hear from her mouth, like panting, "Please... please... please."

He drove two fingers into her pussy and pried her thighs wider with his free hand. The ankle cuffs had to come off, but his normally talented and knowing hands were stupid and useless. His fingers roamed the buckles, as if trying to figure out how they worked. His cock, which had been put back a while ago, was rubbing against his jeans with every heartbeat.

In the end he realized that there was no time to get the ankle cuffs off and instead struggled out of his jeans and dragged Enolah down, throwing her unceremoniously across the desk so that her toes still dangled above the floor.

"Please... please... please." She repeated like a mantra.

All he wanted was to be inside her. With a roar and a sigh, he put his cock into her ass, just beyond the head. She gurgled like a baby being offered a breast. He felt her toes stroke his inner calf and nearly came without a single thrust. He grabbed her neck with one hand and squeezed, choking off her moans and thrust deeply into her.

Blindly she reached out with clawed hands and took hold of her ass cheeks, spreading them wide. He looked and saw where his body ended and hers began. He pulled out, then shoved once more. His own short fingernails dug into her neck as his cock began to slew in and out of her incredibly tight asshole. He leaned over and kissed her back, her shoulders.

She moved under him in rhythm that was uncoordinated, proving how desperately she wanted what he gave her. He punished her body without mercy. His free hand reached under her thigh and with one finger he fucked her pussy as well.

Enolah was out of control. She had reached her breaking strain and then gone beyond. The pain and pleasure had merged into one hungry beast, suited only as a mindless toy to be played with. Her body moved of its own volition without any input from her brain. The pain from his cock tearing into her ass, the heat and fire of his finger in her cunt worked together to form pleasure she couldn't understand. She could barely breath and didn't know why.

Together they worked towards a climax. Only half aware, Eric knocked the receiver off the phone. It was the one thing that hadn't taken a fall. He pressed redial as he plowed into his slave's ass. She came violently, her screams strangled by his hand. His palm felt the hot spray of her orgasm... and then he felt her whole body vibrate.

The beeper was going off again. Enolah passed into a black void of animal lust. Her fingernails dug into her ass, creating red crescents. Her body rose and fell fluidly. Air whistled in and out of her half-closed throat and she came again in a nearly secret tremor, but squirted her juices in a flood.

Eric could feel the sensations in her body, but there were no outward signs. He plowed into her again and again. She came once more, barely moving except on the inside. He felt the walls of her asshole clench around his cock. Her pussy lips tried to suck in his finger, which was literally buried to the hilt. Her body started to convulse and this time he let her take him with it.

He shuddered inside her, growled and snarled near her ear. His restraining hand fell loose from her neck. If she continued to scream, he did not hear it. He was lost. His cock exploded inside her, once, twice. He felt her shudder each time and shot inside her again. She was whimpering now, possibly crying. Her hands fell from her ass, closing him inside the sweet vise.

As his fog cleared he heard what she was saying, "My master, please... master, please."

He came again.