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By Lady Seyton (nastybabygiri@aol.com)


They stood in the front hallway, arguing. An argument was nothing new to them but this time Enolah was truly puzzled. She knew Mike was in the wrong.

"You disrespected me in front of everyone. Do you want people laughing at me?" He was as close to shouting as he ever got. Enolah, to whom screaming was just one of her many forms of expression, bristled.

"It was a fucking woman," she yelled. "You'd think it was your own best friend, the way you carry on. Besides, you were looking at her too."

"The fuck I was," he said dangerously. "I forbid you to do anything like that ever again."

She narrowed her eyes. "How dare you?" Her volume was rising rapidly. "I can do anything I damn well wa-" In a movement to swift to see, he grabbed her and shoved a very hard red rubber ball gag into her mouth. Not missing a beat, she flexed her jaws to spit it out, but he jammed his left hand onto her face and his right caught her hair, also grabbing the straps of the gag. She struggled, kicking, pushing, hitting and mostly missing him. The straps were in place and tightened too quick. Again, she flexed her jaws, this time hyperextending to get the ball between her teeth. Mike slapped her ass promptly and she lost her bite.

"Get moving, you dirty fucking slut." She stood still and he shoved her between the shoulders. Stumbling, she turned her head to glare.

"You just don't listen, do you?" He placed his hand on the back of her neck and squeezed, propelling her forward. She fought all the way, her screams of protest considerably muted behind the gag. It was obvious where they were going even though it was on the other side of the house and down in the basement. He called it The Play Room, she called it the chamber of horrors. No matter the name, they both loved it.

She didn't fight him going down the stairway and when he unlocked the door, he kept firm hold of her upper arm. The door was flung open and just as quickly shut behind them and he threw her in the general direction of their newest acquisition a brand new gynecologists exam table. Slightly modified, of course.

Enolah didn't waste any time getting her hands on the straps in back of her head and was just about to undo the first when she felt a sharp sting on the back of her hand. Whirling around, she saw him standing slightly behind her with a light whip made if horsehair. "You cunt," he said simply. Enolah was a little surprised but lunged at him all the same. The whip slashed as she latched her left hand into his bicep. It was too close her her precious face for comfort and she promptly let go.

"For such a smart girl you can be so stupid sometimes." The words were mean, but his tone was light. He steered her to the gyno table, but had to physically pick her up to put her in it. Enolah wasn't about to be punished for something she didn't consider wrong.

He chained her hands in back of the table first. She was quick with her fingernails, as he had found in the past. Then her legs were pushed up into the stirrups and her ankles wound multiple times in rope. It wasn't so bad, except she still had on six inch stiletto heels. The soft cotton rope bit in slightly and she had to spread her legs more than she wanted to make some slack. Not that it mattered much. He made quick work of binding her thighs wide open, then secured her upper arms. She tugged experimentally and found that he'd made slip knots a Mike trademark. The more she struggled, the more they would tighten.

Then she left her and went around the room, lighting fat candles on candelabra. Stupidly, all she could think was, how romantic. His eyes feasted on her body as he lit ten, or maybe a dozen, candles. She felt herself growing wet but made a mental note to get back to the argument as soon as she could speak. He came back to the table and she failed to notice the extra rope in his hand.

"Such a pretty body," he commented, running a finger lightly down her silk-covered stomach. "Beautiful little baby. You think you're beautiful too, don't you?" He looked into her eyes. She nodded. It was no secret that she was vain, but the question was odd. "Yes," he sighed. "Pretty slut." Then he took out a knife. He showed it to her and she felt a slight thrill of fear and lust. It was only when he put it on her thigh that she noticed the rope.

Without preamble, he sliced through her brand new dress, a silk shift she'd only worn once. Enolah groaned behind the gag, irritated. Underneath she wore only panties, a garter belt, and stockings all black. He scraped the flat part of the knife against her right nipple, bringing it immediately to hardness. Her left nipple got the same treatment and he smiled in satisfaction. He trailed the knife tip down her flat stomach and she struggled to control the gushing of her pussy.

He positioned the knife between her legs. From her half sitting position, she could see it, so close to her cunt. He left briefly and returned with a great deal of things she was dismayed to see. First were clothespins, wooden and plain. Next was duct tape and a roll of white string. She didn't have much trouble figuring out what those were for but the last item was odd. It was a long, unmounted mirror that he propped against the wall. She saw herself, spread open, dress cut and draped over the edges of the table.

Her nipples were hard and bright red. There was a long scratch down her belly from the knife. Her pussy lips were already plumping from the erotic treatment and there was an obvious wet spot on her panties. Just the mere sight of herself made her pussy wetter.

"Good girl," he said, reaching from in back of the table and fondling her breasts. She moaned and watched the mirror. He moved around and over her panty clad crotch with one large hand and squeezed. She moaned louder and tried to arch her hips, only to have the ropes on her thighs tighten. She winced and tried to be still under his ministrations. He massaged her pussy, rubbing her panties into her. She caught a glimpse of her nether lips and then his hand covered them once more.

"Why do you want a woman, honey?" His whisper was feather soft in her ear. "You love yourself so much, you don't need another pussy, do you?" She shook her head blindly, only half listening. Then he took the unused length of rope off her thigh and let go of her pussy. She moaned in protest, but watched the mirror.

She thought she could see her lips pulsing underneath the damp black silk. Then he started wrapping rope around her waist and she became alarmed. Never had he tied her so thoroughly. She tried to sit up, only to have the rope immediately dig in and cut off her air. Squealing, conscious again of the ball gag, she laid back into the soft bed of the table. Taking small breaths, she waited patiently for him to finish.

"Now, baby," he said, as if speaking to a child. "I'd tell you not to move, but I know you never listen to my advice. Instead, you figure out what struggling will get you. If you're very bad I might even rope your neck. Do you understand me?"

She looked directly into his eyes, the anger screaming loud and clear in them and nodded shortly. He smiled and patted her thigh. "Good whore," he said cheerfully. "I'll be right back, baby." Then he unlocked the door and was gone.

She sighed and laid her head back, gazing at herself in the mirror. So that was the game. He would make her wait, a few minutes, maybe even an hour, let her get hot and wet waiting. A spanking would undoubtably follow, then some fantastic and probably violent sex. But the clothespins bothered her. The string, the tape he wouldn't just let that go unused. It bothered her even more when he opened the door without even a minute passing, video camera and tripod in hand. Her eyes widened while he set up the camera. He grinned at her.

"Now the fun begins."

He approached the table again, picking up the knife. Without a word, he sliced through her panties. She saw her vulva, moist and swollen, saw the blunt edge of the knife enter the lips of her pussy and then realized he was staring at her. "You're going to want to hold still for this, hon." To her utter amazement, he started shaving her pussy with the knife. Mike didn't care for complete lack of hair and had said so often enough. Unable to help herself, she felt tears fill her eyes and spill over. What did it mean?

The shaving took some time. He was gentle, patient, going over the same spot again and again, making it smooth. Enolah cried, became horribly aroused, and cried some more. At long last the shave was finished. He drew away and let her look at herself in the mirror. It had been a long time since she'd seen her pussy hairless and realized she missed it. Her pussy looked so vulnerable, so naked.

He spread her nether lips and she watched the red folds expose themselves. Her clit was unmistakably larger, highly visible. Her labia was fatter and her cunt muscles pulsed and grabbed at nothing but air. She moaned, careful not to move. He smiled gently at her and then lowered his face close to her vulva.

"I can see how much it turns you on to look at yourself. You pant after pussies like a bitch in heat, but really all you want is your own. I'll bet you'd look at yourself all day if you thought you could get away with it." He parted her lips and dipped his tongue in. She nearly flew off the gyno table, but was literally choked back down by the cruel ropes across her stomach. Mike made a great show of opening her lips, pushing in a finger, rubbing her labia. His tongue flickered briefly across her clit. She moaned in ecstasy, desperately trying to remain still. Then he brought the dreaded clothespins into play. The first two went on her nipples. She winced and sucked in her breath, but didn't move. The sharp pain abated to a dull ache and a low, wet throb in her pussy. Then he moved lower, once again spreading her lips. She watched, her nipples standing high with the clothespins, her pussy spread so wide she could see everything. She waited, holding her breath for the pain.

He rubbed his middle finger on her clit, eyes locked with hers. Tears of pain to come welled and spilled over as he tortured her so deliciously. Occasionally he would look down, but mostly he just stared at her face. She was a picture of desperation, unable to move, unable to remain still. Her vaginal muscles gripped at his finger to no avail. Her moans were stifled beneath the gag, pitiful and pleading. His face was a wreath of smiles. Oh, how she hated him in that moment.

Then the rubbing stopped. She screamed and tried to sit up again, sucking in her breath and fighting the ropes. Eventually the need to breathe won out over her need to come and she relaxed, only to find she could barely breath at all now. She was going to have to be careful.

He took a clothespin in one hand and a fat pussy lip in the other. He pinched experimentally, making her yelp and then put the pin on. She moaned deeply, the pain intense. Once the full pressure was on, it felt as though someone had punched a thick needle into the wall of her pussy. He kept on, doing the other lip next. When there were three excruciating clothespins on each nether lip, he let go. He gave a tug to each of the clothespins on her nipples, making hot tears course down her face.

Then he quickly and quietly taped the clothespins to each side of her thigh, pulling her pussy lips wide open in a most agonizing way. Sobbing, she willed away the hurt with her mind. Then, unbelievably, she felt his tongue on her clit again.

The shock galvanized her, making her struggle again. His tongue was an island of pleasure in an ocean of pain. She focused on it, feeling the way he pointed it, rubbed her clit hard enough that she could feel his taste buds on that tiny patch of flesh. Then he gently licked around the clothespins, hurting and pleasuring her at the same time.

She began to moan and felt the tale tell trickle of wetness begin to seep out of her again. His sweet tongue and loving lips returned to her clit once more. She shuddered in pleasure as he gently mouthed her clit, sending waves of heat into the pit of her belly.

It came as no surprise to her when the licking stopped. He cut a piece of string off the roll and deftly tied a bow around her clit, making it stand up like a tiny erect cock. She was in agonized ecstasy. The pins had lost their bite, although she was horribly tender. Her clit stood at forced attention and she felt his breath on it.

"Look at yourself, whore," he commanded. Through a haze of tears she looked.

What she saw was miles away from the young woman who had so brazenly flirted with some dumb blonde only a few hours ago. That same dumb blonde who'd gotten her into so much trouble in the first place. The silly cunt who's name she couldn't even remember now, who's face she couldn't recall. On this examination table she saw a weak, red, sweating, tortured caricature of herself. She saw her clit, hard and throbbing, her lips cruelly taped open. She saw the ropes digging into her thighs, arms, belly. She saw her nipples being tied with the string and brought down to connect to her clit. In this girl she saw a red haze of lust.

Never in her life had she needed to be fucked so much. She wished desperately for Mike's hard, throbbing cock to plow into her abused pussy, clothespins and all. To feel him plunging deep, tearing her up inside. Oh, how she wanted it.

She was about to attempt to vocalize this through the gag, when she saw he had something entirely different in store for her.

"Now then," he said softly. "How about a little pain?" In his hand was a bamboo rod. She'd bought it herself at Pier 1.

The blows rained down on her, across her tied and tortured tits, on her thighs, her stomach. Worst of all, he had an unerring focus on her pussy. Her clit jerked, throbbed, came untied. He stopped to tie it again, kissed it. He kissed her nipples, now purple, her thighs. Passion mixed with pain. She was helpless to do anything but watch the welts rise. Starring into the mirror, she watched in fascinated horror. She lost count of the blows of the rod and of the kisses he bestowed on her.

Eventually he stopped and was merely kissing her. His mouth worked its way back to her pussy, now throbbing and at least three times it's normal size from the beatings as well as her lust. He licked her sweaty thighs, her pinched lips, her labia and her precious clit. Her pain melted into the background.

"Such a delicious morsel," he said. It caught her attention only because there had been no sounds in such a long while that were nothing but the hard thump of bamboo striking flesh.

He said these words while licking at her clit, so hot and aroused that it was near bursting. "But I think to be eaten properly, it must first be cooked."

She murmured her assent quietly, delighting in his tongue. It was probably a full minute before she realized what he'd actually said. Her body lurched forward, the bonds cutting in deeply as she squealed in terror. The air left her stomach and the sounds stopped, but she didn't notice either problem. Cooked! Her mind screamed. Cooked!

It was Mike who had to push her down, noticing the alarming color of her face. She drew in precious little air as the bonds slacked only slightly. Thinking back afterwards, she realized that Mike had loosened his handiwork a little, otherwise she might have died.

After her breath returned, he resumed kissing her pussy. Enolah struggled to remain still, now knowing fully how deliciously dangerous her position had become. Her brain had shut off completely, leaving her in mindless terror and arousal.

When Mike brought over the first candle she screamed but didn't move. Sheer muscular willpower kept her body from fighting. The scalding wax dripped over her nipples. Her screaming immediately lost energy. The wax coated one whole breast. Randomly, she thought about when he was lighting them.

"Enolah, look at the mirror," he said softly. She turned her head, her neck rolling bonelessly. Slowly and with great care, he set the candle a mere three inches away from her pussy. She felt the terrifying heat immediately and did try to rise again, but he placed a hand on her neck. Now she recalled him shaving her pubic hair. Sobbing helplessly, the heat baking her wet pussy, she looked away.

There was more wax five candles of it, pooled by the wick and wickedly hot. He dribbled it down her stomach, coated her other breast, doused her thighs. The ropes were soaked in the process. She screamed each time he wet her with the wax and breathed in sensuous relief when the heat evaporated and the wax hardened. All the time, she was aware of the flame licking at her pussy, heating her clit to an unbearable temperature.

In spite of herself, she began watching in the mirror. The yellow fire obscured her bound clit, but she could see her pussy and inner thighs sweating. There was sweat dripping off the table. She realized that her whole body was soaked. A hoarse laugh issued from behind the gag. Then he poured wax over her pussy mound.

She yelped and jumped. His hand pressed firmly on her waist while he trickled the wax of the next candle into her wide-open pussy. She didn't think it had been in her, but she found the will to fight again. She struggled, slick with wax and sweat, and actually began to slip the ropes. Her heels came off and then her ankles were suddenly loose. She jerked up and Mike lost his grip on her and the candle. The latter fell onto the stone floor, dismissed. The ropes cut in firmly on her stomach, but Enolah had found the purchase she was looking for.

As soon as she had found it, she lost it. Mike yanked her back in place and gave her a firm "no". The word didn't stop her, but the ropes being tightened did. Defeated, Enolah slumped back. Mike replaced the candle between her legs and dripped wax deep into her pussy. She felt punished.

"Enolah, I'll make you a deal." He was smiling and it was then that she noticed he had removed his clothes at some point. His cock was in his hand, hard and fiercely throbbing. She drooled in appreciation. "Would you like to make a deal?"

Enolah gave a vague nod.

"If you promise to be good, I'll turn you over. I'll take the candle away from your hot little pussy. I'll take the ropes off your belly and I'll even take the clothespins off. Do you understand? All you need to do is be good."

Enolah nodded gratefully.

Slowly, Mike took off one clothespin on her nipple, then the other. Two large pieces of wax went with them. Immediately, her nipples hardened again and there was a flood of moisture in her pussy. She moaned. He took off the tape, ripping it quickly. She squealed and watched in the mirror as her pussy only slightly closed. Puzzled, she looked closer.

Then she realized that a huge pool of hardened wax was still holding her open. He pulled off each clothespin, then kissed everywhere they'd been. She moaned and arched her back, forgetting the ropes for a moment. Mike was there to hold her down and make sure she didn't hurt herself again.

Finally, he took the candle away. She felt some rubbing on her pussy and looked down to see him rubbing his hard cock against the smooth wax in her pussy. Now that the pain was mostly gone, her pussy was coming alive with a vengeance. He untied the ropes and, unbelievably, took off the horrible ball gag. There were deep bite marks in the rubber and, to her dismay, her mouth was bleeding. All the same, it felt wonderful to be free.

Mike had to help her roll over she would've fallen off the table otherwise. Weakly, she folded her legs underneath her and he lowered the back of the table so that it was now flat. She put her head to the cushioned surface and waited. He was there, pulling off pieces of wax from her sides and thighs.

Alternately, he licked, caressed and kissed. She felt her body relaxing, going limp and yielding to him. He came around behind her and pressed his fingers to her waxcovered pussy, then carefully pulled it all off. She felt cool air rush over her and moaned in pleasure.

Then she felt his gentle fingers pressing against her ass cheeks. She braced herself for the spanking but as he only massaged her, she again relaxed. When his index finger pressed against her anus and started making slow, sensuous circles against her ass she began to moan again.

He rubbed her ass, firmly but gently, his hand occasionally straying to cup her pussy. Then he whispered in her ear, all the things he loved doing to her. He told her how much he enjoyed her that night, how much he wanted her. Enolah cried quietly, moving rhythmically and slowly against his roaming hand. He began rubbing her anus again, gaining entrance with a single finger. Slowly, he pushed in and pulled out. His other hand went to her pussy and gathered moisture there, then caressed her clit. She cried and moaned for him, wanting to beg but completely unable to find the words.

With great care, he finally picked her up and carried her to the bed in one corner of the basement. He lay her down on her back and she spread her legs immediately. He lay between them, but didn't try to enter her yet. Instead, he held her, kissed her mouth, told her how proud he was. She arched her hips to him and whimpered, tears streaming down her face.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he whispered, rubbing his cock at the smooth entrance of her pussy. She moaned, frustrated. "Tell me," he insisted.

After much struggling, "love me, fuck me," was what came out in a throaty, pained voice. He did both.

The entry of his cock was painful, beautiful, erotic. Her pussy was raw and warped with pain. She felt everything. Every vein in his cock, his pubic hair against her bald pussy, his balls pressing gently against her. She came instantly, crying out his name in a broken voice. As he increased his tempo she came again, very hard and very sudden. Her pussy was full of live nerves, every one of them on fire. Without being aware of it, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on, her body finding the reserves to meet his every thrust.

She lost count of the orgasms he gave her, falling into oblivion. She was aware that he pressed his index finger into her ass again, that her ankles were around his neck, that she was watching his cock slew in and out of her slick pussy. He was speaking, or so she thought. When he finally came she spent the last of her strength using her legs to pull him back down to her. Her fingernails dug into his back and neck and he pulled her hair. The kissed, hot explosive, as he pumped her pussy full of his come.

When she collapsed back on the bed, she felt his hands on her, gentle and stroking. Then the world simply fell away for a while.

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