Beatrice led Brandy to a wooden frame in front of an ornately carved chair set on a dais. The heavy frame had metal hooks attached to it in several locations. Beatrice stretched Brandy's arms up to each side of the frame and attached the cuffs around her wrists to a pair of these hooks, several inches above head level, then spread the slave girl's legs apart so that her ankle cuffs could be locked to the bottom of the frame. Brandy felt extremely exposed, spread wide open to whatever tortures delighted the Master and his assistant.
Beatrice stepped out of sight behind Brandy, and Master Cyril, smiling, approached the trembling slave, a glint of silver flashing in his hand. He held a pair of nipple clamps, joined by a length of chain. The clamps had been cruelly and cleverly designed: when the chain was pulled, the clamps were designed to tighten rather than slipping off. He attached a clamp firmly to each of Brandy's nipples, then drew up the silver chain connecting the clamps and placed it between her teeth.
" Oh, that's very nice, " he said, appraisingly, " Mind that you keep your head up while Beatrice whips you."
Brandy heard the click of Beatrice's high-heeled boots as she stepped up behind the frame, then felt the lash of Beatrice's cat, lightly at first, then a few hard slaps, followed by a caress, then some serious slashes on the buttocks. This pattern repeated a few times while Master Cyril reclined in his thronelike chair, toying with the hair of a beautiful black slave girl bound at the foot of the chair, who began sucking the cock of the Master.
"Keep your head up!" Master Cyril snapped when Brandy's head dropped even slightly. Her breasts bounced and pulled the clamps tighter on her nipples with each slap from the Mistress' whip, but she tried to keep the chain pulled taut, drawing her heavy tits up for the Master's delight while her nipples throbbed from the pinching, her back burned from the beating, and her yearning pussy dripped with desire. The Master nodded to Beatrice over Brandy's shoulder, and the whipping ceased.
"Now I have some entertainment for you," Master Cyril smiled up at her. He withdrew his cock from the mouth of the black girl, then ordered her to crawl halfway under his chair, with her ass up in the air and facing toward Brandy.
Cyril reached to the side of the chair and brought up an ornately decorated flask from the floor. He poured a liberal amount of oil onto the black girl's ass and into her asshole. He returned the flask to its place, then began rubbing the oil around the girl's puckered anus, sliding his fingers in until they sank to the third knuckle. The girl began to moan softly.
Brandy felt her legs grow weak and the wetness between her thighs increase in anticipation. She felt Beatrice's hand steal up into her moistened cleft and begin to toy with her throbbing clit. Master Cyril began to work his engorged cock into the tender anus of the prostrate slave. She whimpered and moaned as Brandy watched the smooth brown skin stretch around the swollen head and shaft of the Master's cock. He worked himself about three inches into her, than began to pump slowly in and out, pushing deeper into her body with each thrust. The girl's glistening pussy was pushed and pulled back and forth with the motions. She moaned louder and louder as the Master began to ream her in earnest, jamming her little asshole with his huge, pulsing cock.
Brandy stared in fascination as the chocolate-colored skin of the girl's ass stretched around Master Cyril's pink cock. The girl cried loudly, almost screaming as the cock relentlessly pushed into her ass, all the way to the hilt. As Brandy listened to the black slave's moans, she wondered if the girl was really in pain, but, intoxicated by the scene and by Beatrice's fingers toying with her clit, she decided she really didn't care. She was mesmerized by the sight of the huge cock plundering the girl's ass, and the screaming turned her on even more.
Brandy's breathing quickened as she got close to orgasm, but Beatrice abruptly stopped fondling her clit and jerked Brandy's head back hard by the hair, which of course yanked the chain in her teeth, which pinched her nipples so hard she nearly blacked out. Holding her head back, with her tits pulled painfully upward and her nipples burning and throbbing, Beatrice hissed in her ear, "You'll not be coming before Master Cyril, lowly slave bitch!"
Beatrice released her hair and Brandy's head fell forward, dumping her breasts back down. Her face burned in shame. Master Cyril, who was well aware of what had happened, slowed his tempo, his cock sliding slowly, lazily in and out of the black slave's ass. Her screams scaled back to moaning and whimpering, and the Master's velvety voice was easily heard.
"Beatrice, since our nasty slave girl has decided she wants to get off without permission from her master, her punishment will be to experience what turned her on so fucking much." Brandy was chilled. She had been told that she would be introduced slowly to anal submission, since she was inexperienced. Now she had made an unforgivable mistake, and her indoctrination was no longer going to be gentle and patient, as promised, but hard and painful, and it was just as she deserved, but she was terrified of getting fucked in the ass like that.
"Nhhh--please..," she started to beg, trying to keep the silver chain between her teeth, but her mouth betrayed her, and the chain fell free. Master Cyril's eyes flashed in contempt as Beatrice, shocked at this further display of disrespect, started to curse her, grabbing the chain and yanking it hard, several times. Tears ran down Brandy's face. "I'm sorry--" she started, but Master Cyril interrupted her.