"Before I can take you, there is one final thing you must do," he said.
"Anything!" I replied instantly, "Anything you want!"
He walked over to a section of wall, and pulled a handle. Like a sliding door, the wood paneling slid away, and behind it was a cage, with big iron bars as thick as my arm!
Inside the cage was a girl, blonde, about my height and build, and completely naked. He unlocked the door, and dragged her out. She stood before me, visibly shaking, as he circled the two of us. I stood still and just looked at her.
She was a sorry sight to behold. Scars crisscrossed her body, ranging from long healed over stitches to red welts that looked like they had been made yesterday. Her hair was a mess, sticky from cum and damp with sweat. Unexpectedly, his arms encircled me, and his husky voice appeared in one of my ears.
"This is my old slave. I haven't played with her since I got you, but I wanted you to meet her." I smiled, happy to know that I outclassed his old favorite. He continued: "You have a choice now. Either you can take charge and make me proud, or you can leave it to me, and I can have my cake and eat it too."
I thought about this for a minute. Make him proud? That probably meant that I had to do what he'd been doing to her before I came along. I didn't know the first thing about that, and I liked submitting to him, anyways! "The second one," I whispered back, smiling.
"It'll hurt," he cautioned, but I just smiled and nodded. "You'll have to survive three days of fun, and if you do, I'll fuck you."
I nodded vigorously. I wanted him to have fun, and I wanted to get fucked!
His hands left my sides, and he barked, "You two! Over there," I meekly followed the other girl to the O ring, and turned to face him, standing with my hands folded before me.
He was rummaging about in a drawer he'd pulled from the wall (I began to suspect these walls were hiding a little more than insulation). He finally came up with a bundle of string, which he held proudly as he came over to the two of us. Setting the string down, he cuffed the other girls wrists in front of her, then raised her cuffs and locked them into the ring.
I proffered my wrists to him as he approached, but he shook his head, and pulled my arms behind me. I felt rough rope encircle my wrists, and then continue up my arms, all the way to my elbows, binding them tight behind me, so my chest (and my boobs) were thrust out in front of me.
He guided me over in front of the other girl, who looked just about as confused as I felt. We stared at each other while he did something behind me.
Finally, he appeared between us, holding one piece of string. On either end were two clamps. He grabbed one of the other girl's boobs, working it like so much dough. I hadn't really looked at them before. They were just about my size, maybe a little bigger.
My jealousy began to grow as he put his lips to her nipple, and as her breathing grew ragged. Still, the fear in her eyes never left. Finally, he pulled away, and opened up one of the clips. It clamped down on her glistening nipple, and she whimpered quietly.
He turned to me. "Last chance, darling," he said. "Once this clip goes on, there's no turning back!"
I shook my head, heart in my throat, too nervous too talk.
"Ok!" he said brightly, and leaned down to lick at my nipple. I jumped to attention, hardening almost instantly. He stopped his suckling, grinning, "You've always been such a perky little girl!"
The clamp descended, my heart began pounding so fast my boobs were shaking. He grabbed it to steady his aim, and clipped down. A needle of pain jabbed through my body. That really did hurt! I reeled back as he let go, but the string attaching our nipples grew taut, and stretched both of our boobs towards each other. We simultaneously groaned, and he chuckled. "Wait until I get you two fully rigged up!" He said, grinning ear to ear. I remembered the pile of string. This was going to be a long day.
Finally, he finished clipping the two of us together. Not only did he clip our other nipples, but a lot on our tummies, our thighs, and even our lady parts! He also had the gall to clip our tongues together: so that both of them were hanging out of our mouths, and we could only moan and squeal.
Then, he grabbed my arms, and slowly pulled me back. We both groaned as the slack was drawn out from between us. Simultaneously, we started to whimper as he didn't stop pulling, getting farther and farther away. Tears dribbled from her eyes as he kept going. A few of the ones on my stomach had popped off painfully, but my nipples were still stretched a full inch out from my boobs!
Slowly, slowly, he let me walk back towards her, until all the slack had been restored, and the pain subsided. It had hurt like a bitch, but in the aftermath, the glow of pleasure quickly blossomed.
"Again," I whispered, "Again!" He obliged, this time more quickly pulling me away from her, until we were as far as we'd gotten last time. He let us sit there for what felt like an hour, clamps tugging away at our skin. After a while, tears began to stream down my face, too, because it hurt oh so much.
But beneath the pain was pleasure, and damn did it feel good. We were so far apart that the long string attached to our lady parts was barely taught, and as I shook with the exertion, it gently tugged to and fro, sending an orchestra of pleasure through my body.
He let me return, and I ran to her, nuzzling her neck, whispering, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," over and over again.
"No talking!" he barked, and I straightened, and stood a little further away from her. "You want the grand finale?" he asked, whispering only in my ear.