Careful what you wish for. Three -- The Pillory
"Hallo bitch." Tara's singing voice pulls him back. She walks behind him.
"Let's see if we can get you a little more comfy." Ever so slowly and teasingly she pulls on the butt-plug until it exits his arse-cunt with a juicy 'plop' sound.
"Hmm! Wow! Jody did open you up a bit, didn't she now?!" There's some mockery in her voice as she slides a couple of fingers with ease in and out of his arse.
"And look at those balls! Just about busting, aren't they!" She fondles his tight-up balls as he momentarily jerks at the touch of her hand against his over-sensitised balls.
"Doesn't look like you have had a chance to cum since you got here. What a shame! Really! What was Jody thinking?! Well, let's see what we can do about that, hmm?"
He feel the suction on his cock ease, now almost resembling a handjob, if somewhat mechanical. Then Tara starts working his nipples. First gently fanning and caressing them, then squeezing harder, her fingernails probing his nipples sensitivity, testing his limits, until waves of pleasure and pain explode like fireworks in his tits, carrying him over an unseen abyss.
His mind and body quickly react to the stimulation. He's panting, squealing and moaning, alternating with cries of pain and pleasure. Tara executes a true pleasure/pain experience on his already strained nerves, and the ecstasy mounts steadily until he can feel his cumjuices rising from deep inside his groins as his mind rolls even deeper into exploding subspace. He scarcely notices that Tara stops and unhooks the suction device from his rigid, pulsing cock. Fingers barely leaving his nipples. Then one hand plays with his arse-cunt again while her other gently but insistently fondles his nipples. As if he had a vagina, she smoothly slides two fingers in and out of his dripping-wet cunt, fucking him deep, until cum finally shoots out of his pulsing cockhead. He squeals, whimpers, screams and moans loudly, uncontrollably, jabbering, gasping from the effects of his climax, finally collapsing back into his bondage.
"Now wasn't that a nice little orgasm, darling?" Her voice all sweet and jesting.
"Thank you! Thank you. Thank you. Yes, yes, that was fantastic! Incredible! Thank you Tara." he jabbers, then quickly adds "Err, Mistress Tara."
"Such a good little bitch, you are. But hey, wait, this was just a bit of foreplay to loosen you up a little; you seemed just a bit too tense. Wait until you've been through a couple of real orgasms with me. Then you can thank me more profoundly! As I'm sure you will know how -- by then!!"
Tara is working quickly and efficiently around him, taking him out of the hogtie and leading him to a raised pillory. Soon metal rings and clamps secure him into a kneeling position on his elbows and spread-apart knees, stilettoed feet locked down. His hands are clamped to the base of the pillory, and a stand is holding up the heavy iron band that is clasped around his neck, its protruding padded support firmly holding up his chin.
He hears some soft clicking sounds as Tara busies herself with a remote control, then feels the pillory move apart. Its front is in a fixed position and holds his head and neck-stand, his elbows and hands. His knees and feet, however, seem to be on some sort of track-system that can be moved independently up and down, back and forth and sideways in and out. Now the tracks move up a little, then out, spreading him apart even more, then move a little forward towards his elbows, forcing his arse crudely up and out. The position leaves him totally immobile as well as utterly exposed. Except for his fingers and toes there's little that he can move. It's not totally uncomfortable, but he begins to wonder how long he might last in this position. As happy as he was to get out of the suspended hogtie, his new position seemed to have the possibility to turn out even worth.
A few clicks later and he feels two tubes rising from below his chest, connecting with his nipples, and a third one aiming straight for his cock. Tara doesn't waste any time, and has the three tubes soon in place and attached securely. A few more adjustments on her remote, and suction is established, A faint hissing soon pulling hard on his nipples and closing with a greedy yank around the base of his cock.
His body strains against the clamps, shaking now as the nerves in his nipples and cockhead fire their signals more and more intensely. He groans noisily, not sure whether from agony or ecstasy as his mind reels in subspace. His eyes dart around, trying to seek Tara's attention.
"Uhh. Stop. Please stop. That feels, feels, feels, so strange. I don't know if he can handle it." he pleads, trying to make himself as clear as possible besides the gag still sitting between his lips.
"Oh do shut up, bitch, and stop your whining! I haven't even started yet!" Tara walks in front of him, squatting down. "You can handle it, bitch. You will handle it! By the time I'm through with you, this will all seem like kids-play to you; I promise!"
The shiny black coals of her eyes were focusing on his, cat-like, kind of hypnotising him. She puts her left hand over his gag, then shows him a little remote control in her right hand, pushes a button, and his nipples are being sucked hard in their tubes. All that gets past his gag is a muffled, distorted series of grunts as he strains and gurgles. She removes her hand and hits the button again, and the suction stops.
"Nice, hmm?! A couple of hours of this, and you'll sport a decent set of nipples like all of my gurl-whores."
"No more, please. No more. Stop. I've had enough. Whatever you think I've done to you, I apologise, but please stop. Please let him go, Mistress Tara! Please!"
"Let you go?" She laughs and giggles. "Whatever makes you think I'd ever let you go. You are mine, you are ours from now to eternity, bitch. The sooner you get that into your randy head, the easier life will be for you! Besides, come on, you really, really wanted this. Deep down in you, you know this. You love being fucked. You love being a bitch, a two-hole root-rack. Getting fucked is all you want. Admit it!"
"Admit it!!" She had walked to his back, and suddenly spins around landing a cane squarely over his arse. Again, and again.
He's panting, and then screams again, as the shock runs through his tied-down body. Again she works him over.
"Yes! Yes! Yes Mistress. I admit it. You are right. Ah! Please stop. Please!" he screams the words out, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Good little bitch!" She says, giggling softly, padding his enclosed head. "We'll practice this a little later in more detail. For now, I wanna see how useful your face-cunt might be." She's holding a large, pink dildo in her hand, stroking it almost lovingly.
"One of my favourite strap-ons!" she caresses the length of the shaft in her hands. "Now lift your head a bit if you can, and open wide!" She removes the ball-gag.
