Extract from: Their Sex Slave Teacher

 

Dianna was bent over the tubular iron frame at the end of her bed.

Her legs were spread wide and bungee cords were wrapped about her ankles that pulled them out to the feet of the bed posts. Leather straps bound her knees and thighs to the frame. The top rail of the frame pressed into the front of her thighs midway up. Braced in this way, she could only bend forward at the hips. Several bungee cords hooked together stretched from her collar to the bed head and kept her upper body horizontal and trembling under strain. This left her breasts dangling under her like fleshy bells. But they did not hang totally free.

From his holdall Smith had produced a simple but terrible device which he placed beneath her chest. It was a thin wooden board, supported by short unfolding strut legs to lift it to the right height, through which a few dozen fine nails had been hammered. Their protruding tips now jabbed up into her breasts as they rested upon them, their soft under-curves flattening slightly. The nails dug into her flesh and scratched and pricked it so that little blobs and trickles of red were now flowing down them. Confused by this painful torment her nipples were swollen hard again, inflicting even more damage on their tender skin.

The pain was minimised if she kept totally still so her breasts did not move and dig the nails any deeper into her. But of course, Smith did not allow her that luxury.

He was standing behind her with a table tennis bat in his hand. He was smacking this into her bottom and admiring the ripples it drove through her flesh and the pink blush it brought to her cheeks as its rubber-coated face beat its dimpled pattern into her bottom flesh. Every few minutes he stopped to feel the heat in her buttocks and then he resumed beating her again.

The impact of the blows made her upper body shake, jiggling and rolling her breasts over the nail board under them. Each shiver meant a fresh set of nail jabs.

The gag strap was once more plugging Diana's mouth which gave her something to bite on when she was not screaming and sobbing and howling about it. Tears and spittle dripped onto the bed beneath her.

Smith stopped beating once again and she felt his hands running across her burning bottom cheeks. They then slid into the furrow of her pussy mound which had caught a few blows itself. Only yesterday she would have been outraged at a stranger touching her so intimately. Now she felt only relief that he was not hitting her and hoped that he would keep on fondling her for as long as he wanted. Again, she felt the pitiful and irrational surge of gratitude towards a tormentor, as she had with the boys last night. Was that normal in situations like this? She was not sure what was normal anymore.

Smith was investigating the hot wet furrow of her sex and then bringing some of its discharge up and using it as lubrication to slide his fingers up into her tight tunnel of her rectum. As he twirled them round inside her he said. 'I want to screw these pretty holes of yours. I want to hear what you think about that idea...' And he unbuckled her gag strap.

'Yes, M... Master, please screw me up there,' she gasped, pouring out the abject and pitiful words. 'I'd l... love to have your cock up my pussy and b... backside. They were p... properly stretched by the dildo saddle. You can get in them really easily and they're nice and juicy...'

But even before she had finished, she felt his cock head pressing into the wet cleft of her sex mouth.

Smith rammed into her, and her body shivered and rocked and swayed back and forth, dragging her breasts across the nail board once again. And she sobbed and wailed and then clenched up tight as she was overcome by a fresh orgasm, spraying her juices out over him even as he was coming inside her. Before this moment she had never thought of orgasms primarily as a means of blotting out the pain, but she was beginning to love them for that property.

Smith rested across her haunches and back with his cock still lodged inside her, his weight pressing her breasts a little harder down onto the nail board. She bit her lip to stifle her whimpers of pain.

When Smith recovered, he pulled his slippery wet cock out of her vagina and transferred it to her rectum and sodomised her thoroughly, once again setting her breasts roll across the terrible nail board, which was now stained with her gore.

Dianna did not think that what with the pain she was enduring and just having a cock up her backside, she could possibly become aroused enough to come again. And yet in some twisted perverted way this excited her even more. It was so unnatural and insulting and crude that it was amazing. She felt the desire building up inside her, blotting out the discomfort and riding roughshod over her sense of right and wrong. Her bottom was blazing, she had a cock up her rear and her tits were being stabbed by nails. Cuming was her only escape, so she came...