"...girls get punished. Bad girls are taught how to behave. Bad girls are trained to obey. You don't want to be a bad girl. You want--" The words of the mantra ceased. Marin continued to hum along, speaking the words in her head, oblivious to the fact that the voice had stopped where she continued. Her hips swayed with what little motion was allowed to her, trying to ride the toy that continued buzzing away inside her dripping cunt, offering her no respite until it, too, ceased. Marin moaned with despair, trying to grind on the immobile, lifeless toy that had kept her edged for... how long had it been? Hours at least, surely. Had it been a day? Multiple days? There was no way for her to know.
She heard the click-clack of heels on tiled floor, approaching her with slow deliberation. It only took a few steps before her captor was close enough to touch her. Marin groaned softly around the thick phallus in her mouth, massaging it with her tongue in the hope that it might yield either water or the thicker gruel that served as food. Her captor touched her again as before, fingertips lightly trailing the curve of her breast, eliciting another moan and an arch of the back from the girl.
"Mmm... much better." Came the woman's sultry voice, almost a purr. It was hard for Marin to tell. She was already nodding. "You've learned your lesson, haven't you, slut?" An eager nod. Marin could almost hear the woman's smile. "Are you going to be a good girl now?"
There was no hesitation this time. Marin knew she would break utterly if she had to endure another cycle of edging torment and conditioning. She didn't want to be a bad girl anymore, she wanted to be a good girl. Instinctively, she sucked at the hollow cock stuffed in her aching mouth; good girls suck.
An amused chuckle, and the hand slid down towards Marin's hips. She tried pushing herself out, to present herself to the woman's touch, praying that now, now, now she would finally be granted the release that had been so deviously denied her. The toy completely covered her sex, denying any access beneath the thick strap that kept the toy firmly seated within her. The woman pushed against it with a slow rhythm, enough to make Marin moan and grind back eagerly. Even without the vibrations, it was heavenly.
"Yesss.... you're ready now, slut. Ready to be a good girl, aren't you?" The woman said, teasing her further. Marin nodded, moaning around her gag in acceptance of her fate. "You must need to cum so, so badly... yes, you do. You're so eager, grinding against my palm." The hand pulled away, and with it, the means by which Marin could find stimulation against the toy. She couldn't feel the woman's breath against the leather hood encasing her head, but her voice was a seductive whisper that made her yearn for any touch.
"I never gave you permission to do that..." She said, letting the threat hang a moment. Marin whimpered, giving a little jerk as she realized she had made a terrible mistake. She'd been a bad girl, trying to steal pleasure that wasn't hers to take. Not without permission. With what little strength she had, she tugged futilely against the leather sack and unyielding straps that kept her firmly bound and nearly immobile. "Bad girls don't get to cum, little slut. Bad girls get punished. Tell me, slut, do you deserve to be punished."
Marin suspected a trap, but it was one she knew she had to step into willingly. She nodded shakily, whimpering again. She would have used words if she could, would have begged to be punished, to be made good at last.
"Beginning to understand your place... your punishment will come, but we lack the necessary... equipment, here. It's time to move to the next phase, slut." The woman snapped her fingers, and Marin heard many pairs of boots entering the room, surrounding her. Rough hands took hold of her by loose straps protruding from the leather sack, holding her up by hips and shoulders as someone untethered her from where she'd been left standing for the duration of her black, deafening confinement.
Marin didn't struggle as they maneuvered her, but moaned as her relocation resulted in the toy adjusting slightly within her. The metal collar and cuffs were removed, no longer needed to keep her awake for her torturous cycles of pleasure. They turned her so that she lay upon a hard surface on her back, and listened as her sack was tethered to the table. No, a gurney she realized, as she felt herself gliding along and heard one of the wheels occasionally squeaking. The woman was pushing the gurney, standing at Marin's head.
"Your training will begin soon, slut." The woman told her, making the first of many turns. Marin could hear the others before and behind her, an escort of sorts. Three of them? Four? She wasn't certain, their footsteps overlapping. Only the woman's heels were clearly heard. "But first, you must be punished for trying to steal your release."
Marin found herself nodding in agreement. Yes, she needed to be punished. They needed to make sure she wasn't a bad girl anymore. She wanted to be a good girl, and like a good girl, Marin sucked at the hollow cock in her mouth, greeted with cold air for her efforts. The woman laughed; she must have noticed.
"Don't worry, slut. You'll have a real one soon."
Marin sucked harder.
There was a touch upon the toy's base, and Marin resisted the urge to shift her hips to meet that small amount of pleasure. The toy hummed to life, quietly buzzing, gifting her hyper-sensitive sex with a low rumble to reawaken her desire. Was this a gift from the woman, for her eagerness to serve and be used? Was it a punishment, meant to further scramble her senses and keep her pliant?
Marin didn't care. It was pleasure freely given, pleasure that would not culminate in the release she so desperately needed, but pleasure all the same. Marin sucked and moaned, working her tongue along the phallus, fighting to keep her hips still. She lasted a minute before she couldn't stop herself from lightly gyrating. If this displeased the woman, she couldn't tell, but the pleasure didn't stop.
Minutes that felt like hours in her hypersensitive state passed before they finally stopped. A door shut somewhere behind her with a metallic thud of finality.
"Set her up." The woman said, and the boots moved, surrounding her. She was unhooked from the gurney and lifted squirming in pleasure by several pairs of hands. They set her down on her knees, pulling her ankles up and hooking them to her waist, then added a strap to fix her to the surface that someone bent her over. There was open space where her breasts were left to hang. A strap was layered over the back of her neck, guiding her face into an impression that was more claustrophobic than the hood she already wore.
There was no struggling on Marin's part, just a modicum of squirming as she tried to ride the toy still buzzing happily in her soaked cunt. The vibrations were constant, but too low to bring her anywhere near the edge she had been before. She couldn't move, her arms folded beneath her breasts, strapped together within the leather sack; her thighs pressed firmly to the bench she knelt at.
"That's all." The woman said, and the boots receded. The door opened and shut behind them, leaving the woman alone with a pleasure-crazed Marin. Heels clocked and clacked slowly as the woman circled her prey like a vulture wheeling overhead. She stopped in front of Marin. "I'm going to remove your hood, your blindfold and lastly your gag. When I do so, you are to keep your whore mouth open for me, do you understand, slut?"
Marin gave a wiggle, moaning in the affirmative as the vibrator continued to stimulate her senses, making her desperate enough to submit to anything that was asked of her at this point. Anything, anything for release...
The hood came off first, bringing the chill of fresh air to her sweaty face. When the blindfold was removed, Marin blinked at the sudden brightness of the world, whimpering softly into the gag as she tried to adjust to her restored sight. Last, as promised, came the gag. She watched the ruby red stiletto heels of the woman before the slobbery, dripping cock was pulled away from her sight. Although her jaw ached, Marin found that she missed the cock's presence already.
As demanded of her, Marin knelt there with her mouth hanging open, drooling openly onto the floor now. "You've been a bad girl up until this point, but I can see that you wish to be otherwise. Is that right, slut?"
