Is Fair Play

Strung up for abuse

She was naked, except for the metal collar locked about her neck, the metal cuffs locked about her wrists and ankles, the metal rings piercing each nipple, the metal ring piercing her clitoris, and the four metal rings piercing her pussy lips - two on each side.

Her ankle cuffs were each attached to the floor, spreading and holding her legs as far apart as possible. Her wrists cuffs were attached to a chain that pulled her arms back and up, forcing her to stand on her toes and forcing her to bend over well forward allowing the arms to be pulled upward. Her ass, inner thighs, pussy, and breasts were all on display and presenting themselves as available.

Chains dangled from her nipple rings down to one side of a small footrest whose other side had similar chains dangling from the upper two pussy rings; the footrest was held in place horizontal about six inches off the floor, awaiting the downward pressure of a foot.

The lower two pussy lip rings, and the clitoris ring, were all large sturdy rings easy for a hand to grab and pull. She was bent over so that her head and mouth were at waist level. Her neck collar had another large sturdy ring; anyone standing in front of her could use that ring to control her neck and head, as well as pull on her clitoris with the ring piercing it. Her ass was thrust out and upward behind her displaying both her anus and vagina. Anyone standing behind her could use the sturdy rings piercing her lower pussy lips to pull at the pussy lips.

Anyone standing in front or behind could use a foot on the dangling footrest to pull on nipples and pussy lips.

She had a blindfold on, which adhered to the skin around the eyes; she was in total darkness.

She had been blindfolded when taken to this spot and secured here. There was a slight breeze on her skin. She was unsure if she was inside or outside. She could hear some distant voice sounds that suggested she was at a party. She suspected she was to be used for the pleasure and amusement of the party guests. She used to attend such parties. She had possessed much wealth and a very beautiful face ad body, so she was much in demand. She was still very beautiful but no longer possessed any wealth; she now possessed nothing, not even her beautiful body. How had she let this happen to her? It was all now very murky in her memory, but she was clear about one thing - she had chosen this, somewhere deep within her she had yearned to be powerlessly a mere object to be used like this.

She heard footsteps approaching, and voices.

'Here she is.'

'Yes, she is quite lovely.'

It was two men's voices.

'You take the front. I'll take the back.'

'While I'm in front, could you whip her for me while I use her?'

'Sure, just give me a minute.'

She felt a penis press against her lips. She opened them and let the penis in her mouth, caressing it with her tongue. It grew quite hard.

At the same time, she felt something press against her anus. A large butt plug was being rammed into her; after some intense pain it plopped in. It felt so big in her. A large dildo was then thrust deep into her vagina.

'There, I'm ready' a voice behind her said. A whip slashed across her behind.

The engorged penis in her mouth plunged towards her throat. She accepted it, gulping and gagging it into her. She felt the ring on her neck collar pull her head forward plunging the penis deeper inside her, her tongue licking the part of the shaft still in her mouth. She felt the ring piercing her clitoris pull outward hard. The rings piercing her nipples, and the rings piercing he pussy lips high up, all pulled downward hard at once. The pull on all the rings was held onto, while the penis pulled in and out down her throat, her tongue now stroking it as it slid past.

Meanwhile the whip had savagely slashed across her ass cheeks many times and then moved on to her inner thighs, with every now and then a stroke directly on her pussy. She moaned, her mouth about the penis, which was now on the verge of coming. The imminent climax must have shown on the face of the one in front, for the one behind wielding the whip started to aim every blow on her pussy.

'What am I that I find being like this so arousing' she thought as she quickly climaxed to the rhythm of her whipping as the penis withdrew from her mouth to splatter her face and hair with its ejaculation.

'OK, my turn.' The voice behind. The whipping stopped, and the dildo was removed. She felt the two rings piercing her lower pussy lips pull to each side as an engorged penis entered and thrust deep into her, holding itself still upon arrival.

'Here, take it.' The voice from behind. The neck collar ring was no longer held onto. She thankfully let her head drop, her hair flowing downward. The other rings were still all being pulled hard. Then the whipping started again, this time in front. The whip concentrated on the top of her breasts; she guessed the chains from her nipple rings protected the lower part of her breasts. The whip ranged from breasts to back to sides. The penis inside her grew larger as she squeezed and released it. The man penetrating her seemed to like a slow gradual build up. She writhed around him to her whipping, conveying each whip stroke as a further hug to the member deep within her.

Her whipping from behind had lasted only ten minutes. Her second whipping lasted over half an hour. At last the member in her exploded, staying in as it deflated. The whipping stopped.

'No, keep it up,' the voice behind. 'I like to stay in for a while afterwards.' She had to endure another ten minutes of the whipping before the penis pulled out.

She heard the two men walking away.

Throughout the night others came, used and abused her, and left. She lost track of how many penetrations, how many whippings. At some point someone must have thought of putting a heavy rock on the footrest, for the downward pull on the nipple rings and upper pussy lip rings became constant.

In preparation for this evening she had been deprived of food or drink for two days, so she could manage to control her bladder. In fact the whole evening was not an unusual one for her. Her owner often subjected her to such extended ordeals as part of her training. She was rented out for evenings like this, earning a modest fee for her current owner. She had been sold many times since she first gave her wealth and body to her first owner. As her first owner had promised her when she first chose to become what she now was, she had been sold immediately and very very cheaply, so from then on she would never know or be known by any of her owners, and her owners would always have a vastly underestimated sense of her worth. Something in her demanded that.

Back at her current owners home, after the party was over, she was fed some dog food from a bowl, allowed to drink for a while from the toilet, and then strung up and whipped some more, to spent the night, as she always did, fitfully sleeping while strung up.

As she drifted to sleep the thought came, 'I do seem to yearn for this, sick as it is; it is the only way of being that I seem content with.'

Her body slept.

Her spirit was then released into the world. The voice that had called both body and spirit into existence was still calling out so needfully, her spirit followed those needs - his needs and her body's own as her creator had implanted them - her spirit followed them to the source:

Turnabout

To me:

She seemed to like me. She knew I was dangerous so she kept me chained up in the cellar. She knew my proclivities in such matters, so she tried to provide the kind of oppressive slavery that would maximally excite me. To help me she transformed herself whenever in my presence to the cruelest mistress I could imagine.

From my writings she knew the standard litany. I was kept always naked. Even on outings, she would wait for the dead of night before she would venture out with me naked and bound hand and foot.

I was kept naked, wrists chained together, ankles chained together, a metal collar on my neck with a link chain leash usually firmly attached to something.

She knew my needs, so would thoroughly work my body over with a leather strap four times a day. Each would be followed by a thorough whipping of some specific body part: breasts, ass, thighs, back, shoulders, whatever. She knew I needed the throbbing punishment, and the visual presence of multiple lash marks across my body, to directly feel the true oppressive nature of our world. I would willingly thank her after each by crawling to her feet to kiss them. She seemed to enjoy that.

I was forbidden to speak, and also forbidden to take any actions not commanded by her. So I was in a way like a pet, and she would have to anticipate my needs. For drink, when she permitted it, I was allowed to crawl to a filthy toilet in a corner of the cellar basement, struggling on my knees to lower my head into the bowl until my lips could touch the sludgy water. My thirst would have grown to such proportions each time before she would deign to allow me this, that the mere presence of liquid on my tongue was a delight beyond description.

As always, for any meager favor she allowed, I would give my thanks by worshipping her and her immense power over me by eagerly kissing her feet.

For food, when I was beyond starving, she would permit me to partake of some foul refuse she had reclaimed from some dumpster.

For the rest of my time, I cleaned her house (my former house) straining to achieve the impossible levels of perfection she demanded and nearly always failing. Success, she always promised, would buy me a few minutes release from the cruel clamps that always attacked my nipples and genitals and from the immense butt plug that kept me always a riven subjugation to its indifferent penetration.

It was kept clearly in front of my inner eyes that I was perpetually held in the darkest depth of my own fetish images. She liked me, so she did this for me; knowing the risk that, if ever I were free, I would yearn to do this all to her physical body. But she, carefully, tended both to her safety and my needs.